Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Yao Linglai sent Xie Cangshan the final result of the Dingtian needle observation.

He was holding a basin in one hand, and a stack of documents in the other. The dark green leaf shadows were reflected on the paper, like fine brushwork.

The unblooming rhododendrons are planted in an exquisite pot, nourished by the aura of Ganzhou. The leaves are like jade, and the veins are shimmering. They are very cute when they are born.

No matter where Yaoling goes, he always hugs it, and it has reached the point where he can't leave it.

It can be seen from this that Yao Ling's whole state is very confused.

And looking at the north and south of Taihui, he is not the only one who is confused.

Within three days, the hearts of the people were in turmoil, and sixteen vicious incidents occurred one after another in various places.

There is not much difference between the observation results and Xie Cangshan's estimation.

Among the three sky-fixing needles, the aura that belonged to Lian Qian and his wife had dissipated.

The evil energy reverses and shakes the body of the needle, especially the Tiantian Needle of the Demon Realm, the needle has been raised overnight.

Yao Ling put the document on the stone table in Xishan Court, Xie Cangshan pushed the door and walked out, dressed in blue robes, blowing away the aura like the wind.

The grass and trees in the courtyard stretched accordingly, and even the cuckoo shook its leaves, as if nodding to him.

Cangsheng Tiandao Shunwei has far more secret techniques than the scientific researchers of the research institute. Yaoling's throat is choked up. The so-called bow has no turning back. Now Xie Cangshan has forcibly melted the halo spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual line is already in danger.

After he took this step, there was no room for regret.

"I put the document here." Yao Ling said nonsense in a hoarse voice.

He remembered his colleague who used to walk through the bookstore to save people, and also sent many messages.

To be able to receive communications so frequently during a long period of time shows how anxious the other side of the void is.

Some persuaded him to withdraw quickly, and asked him to persuade A999 to withdraw, or one of them knocked the other side out and retreated.

Yao Ling asked himself that he was incapable of knocking Xie Cangshan unconscious, and he moved to another place. If Xie Cangshan knocked him unconscious and forced him back to Chuanshuju together, he would never forgive him for the rest of his life.

Even if it is from the standpoint of "for his own good".

His eyes fell to the inside of the house.

Ling is really simple.

Yaoling helped the cuckoo's leaves again.

And people are really complicated.

He knew that he was selfish, Xie Cangshan was the only one who could save Taihui right now, and the saved souls included Lihua and himself, so it was hypocritical for him to persuade him at this time.

It's just that Yao Ling also felt ironic, why didn't this kind of destiny fall on him, but instead fell on A999, who should have a good home with Sword Spirit.

It can be seen that fate is also blind, and it is always difficult to get what you want.

After packing up, Chu Lan came to the court in a few steps.

Sword Spirit reached out to catch the cuckoo leaves, and asked Yao Ling, "It's thirsty again, why is it always thirsty?"

Rhododendron is not always thirsty. Its spiritual consciousness is too vague. It will only be thirsty and hungry. Hearing Lihua talk about it, I knew that I couldn't listen to them to really keep watering.

After explaining to Jian Ling, Chu Lanyin suddenly realized that there was a reason why the grass-tree Linghua family only knew how to drink and eat all day long at the seedling stage.

But this rhododendron is so happy, presumably because of Xie Cangshan's spiritual power dispersing.

Chu Lanyin reached out and flicked its leaves, saying: "Don't be thirsty, this is mine." The cuckoo shook the leaves again in fright, and shouted "Hungry!", begging Yao Ling to hug her Walk.

Jian Ling's clothes today are very neat, and his long hair is not draped comfortably behind his back in the past, but is tied up high, which was tied by Xie Cangshan.

A hundred years have passed, and now Xie Cangshan can already skillfully tie the hair of Sword Spirit.

"You take this." Yao Ling put the spirit stone in his hand, and laughed hoarsely: "It's not as good as the one that Lao Xie gave you back then. My level of points is not as good as yours, so I can't replace that one. You live to eat, as an emergency."

"Do you want to say goodbye? Then I will go to Jianfeng first." Chu Lanyin accepted the spirit stone, jumped up to the eaves lightly, and disappeared behind the whirling branches and leaves.

—he was avoiding.

Yao Ling could see that Jian Ling didn't want to hear anything like farewell.

"...Are you really going to take him?" Yao Ling's voice could no longer hold steady, and began to tremble.

He thought that Xie Cangshan would be like Taiwei's monk, undo the deed of the master of the army, and lock the sword spirit here, at least he would not have to face the annihilation of the sword master with his own eyes.

Their situations are obviously very similar, but they have completely different choices.

The sky was clear, and two fat sparrows huddled together on a slender branch.

Xie Cangshan looked up for a while, and suddenly said: "Are people better at dealing with life and death than ordinary people?"

"I can't leave him in this courtyard. He is a sword spirit. It is their belief to fight against the sword master to the last moment."

Xie Cangshan would not leave the sword spirit in the courtyard, otherwise the courtyard would be the sword spirit's cage for a long time to come.

The cognition of the soldiers and spirits is very stubborn.

As long as you are willing to listen, the engagement contract will actually convey to the sword master their unspoken intentions.

After a pause, Xie Cangshan stretched out his hand to catch the leaf that was blown down by the gray sparrow's wings, and turned to look at Yao Ling, "Turning an established ending into a possibility, besides, how can death be regarded as giving up life?"

"Don't talk about philosophy with me." Yao Ling turned her back and didn't look at him. After a while, she said, "I will apply to the Chuanshu Office for the situation of the spirits here until my life is exhausted. The Supervision Department of the bookstore has been established."

"The next change in the Yin Pit, Ling Huazong, Demon Realm, Hades..." Yao Ling smiled bitterly: "It's only these fifteen days, thanks to your busy schedule."

Xie Cangshan let go of his hand, and the thin and soft leaf drifted down slowly.

Ling Huazong is behind the sword spirit, and the piece of spiritual bone he gave to Chu Lanyin in the spiritual spring is a guarantee, which can eliminate the restriction that the sword spirit cannot be separated from its body.

The three big toon trees were originally intended to be used by the sword spirit when he traveled around the world, but now he also taught him the formula for summoning wooden puppets.

The talisman wrote a few wooden boxes, and the demon world also left hidden stakes of the mermaid tribe. In the future, if the war broke out, if the sword spirit entered the demon world, there would be a place to fall.

And if there is another change in the Yin Pit within 300 years, Yao Ling will act according to his arrangement.

The big head he exchanged for the points has been buried in the Taihui Earth Vein, and the package airdropped by Cangsheng Tiandao can also be used.

The way of heaven can't be counted on at all, and there will be a next time, it can only be replaced, and it will not be so passive like this time.

So many, but how enough?

— not enough at all.

He looked down at the fuzzy future with the help of the heavenly way, and then tried his best to find countermeasures one by one.

But how can it be exhausted, and how can it be perfect.

All plans have an end, the situation changes rapidly, and accidents are everywhere.

But his time will always stop at the moment when it turns into the fixed needle, and he can't see the future.

Xie Cangshan has worked for the Cangshengdao for so long, life and death are just left and right choices, he used to have nothing to worry about, and he was not afraid of forgetting.

The expectation of life lies in the unknown movement, which represents infinite possibilities, while the cruelty of death lies in the eternal stillness, and he will be separated from time.

Comparing the two, which one is more ruthless is hard to say, but those who are left in the world always suffer.Even a tuanjiu that came to the window with a branch in its mouth suddenly stopped coming day after day, which is also a pity.

Sword Spirit has a long time to forget him, but this will not be an easy process.

All the arrangements he had made were for the future of Sword Spirit, but he also wanted Sword Spirit to have his own existence in the future, at least for a love affair. When the world of mortals looked at him, he was not really selfless enough to rush to make wedding dresses for others .

But now everything will be overthrown, and all arrangements for the future will be recalculated.

So he told a lie.

This lie will distract Sword Spirit.

He said to the sword spirit: "In the dark pit, I may go home, I may survive, or I may be among the thousands of creatures in Taiwei, so you have to go on and move forward, or else you will die again." How do you see this ending?"

Death is not discrete, but attributed here.

Intellectually, he would not ask anyone to remember him forever, even Lan Yin.

But time is like a blade, behind the rationality, he hopes that after many years, the sword spirit can think of him at a certain moment.

It doesn't matter whether you don't remember your name or your past, it's just a feeling.

It's really... selfish.

Xie Cangshan thought.

"Master! Elder Chu!"

Qiao Yan's loud voice scared away the birds on the branches.

Qiao Yan, who had rushed back from Luoyang Pass thousands of miles away, was sweating profusely and was dusty.

Xie Cangshan never liked Taihui's kneeling ceremony, Qiao Yan stood still in front of them covered in smoke and dust.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he couldn't speak.

Qiao Yan has grown up, Xie Cangshan said that with his cultivation base and his heart, he can already take up Ling Huazong, and there is nothing to worry about entrusting the sect to him.

There are still many long-term plans for him to realize, but at this moment, Qiao Yan, who has grown tall and stalwart, seems to have turned back into the lame boy in the barren mountain night.

He asked in a very useless trembling voice: "Master, I'm afraid I'll miss Ling Huazong, I can't..."

Xie Cangshan has so many ways, and no difficulty will stump him. He is the tallest when the sky falls, and he will always be able to withstand it.

Qiao Yan knew that Master always let him practice, but he was never at ease. Elder Chu would stare at him secretly. Will promise to help out for a while.

The fallen leaves are rustling, and everything that needs to be instructed has been written in letters.Xie Cangshan stepped forward, patted Qiao Yan on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After Chu Lanyin came out of Jianfeng, she waited for Xie Cangshan at the foot of Xishan Mountain.

He embraced the main body, full of spiritual power, the wind passed through the treetops, and the shadows fell in irregularities.

Xie Cangshan chose the Yin Pit location in the Demon Realm. The Yin Pit is intertwined with each other, and the three needles are indispensable. Now the Demon Realm Sky Needle is the most unstable. If it can be condensed here, the other two places will also be calmed down.

However, the leakage of evil things from the Yin Pit of the Demon Realm is extremely serious. There are no living beings near the Demon Palace, and some demons even take refuge in Luoyang Pass temporarily.

The main task of Sword Spirit this time is to clean up these evil things. Spiritual things will not be infected by evil spirits. He will escort Xie Cangshan to the Yin Pit, and then...

And he didn't want to know either.

After many years, Chu Lanyin still couldn't fully recall the situation at that time.

It was as if the memory of this period in the Sea of ​​Consciousness was clouded, he didn't remember how many evil things he slaughtered, and he didn't remember how Xie Cangshan fell into the pit.

In the flashing memory, he could only think of Xie Cangshan holding his hand, dry and warm, when they fought their way together from the grotesque evil with thousands of troops, and he didn't want to let go.

Jian Ling is familiar with every spiritual line of Xie Cangshan, but has never seen his appearance.

Sword spirits will not be unwilling because they don't know the skin of the human race. In their perception, it is more real to know people with spiritual lines.

But Chulan wanted to "see" for the first time.

He thought with regret: I have never seen his appearance.

What's more, in front of the black smoke all over the sky beside the pit, I heard Xie Cangshan say: "Lan Yin, go forward."

Xie Cangshan didn't undo his military master deed, he told the sword spirit in this cruel way: I didn't abandon you.

They are sword masters and sword spirits, but they are also comrades in arms. Even if they can't walk together to the end, they have already reached the last step they can go.

With Xie Cangshan's death and soul scattered, the halo shattered into the needle.

Taihui's aura changed drastically, and all the lingering evil creatures went mad, trying to struggle and escape.

Chu Lanyin sacrificed the Lanyin sword, and the cold light of the long front illuminated his face.

He didn't feel so sad, but he was thinking in his heart: Xie Cangshan, where did you go?

Ten days later, Chu Lanyin woke up in a small town inside Shenlong Pass.

Beside him was a wooden puppet made of big chun wood. It was quite tall, and half of its spiritual thread was missing. He was in a daze for a while, remembering that after he killed the evil thing, he used the remaining spiritual power to summon this wooden puppet.

This was Xie Cangshan's special order, and Chu Lan fainted with her eyes closed because she called out the wooden puppet.

After waking up again, he was already in a house in the town, and Qiao Yan waited here first.

Qiao Yan was extremely worried about Elder Chu's condition, but he was a little relieved after seeing him.

Master's words seemed to have worked, and Qiao Yan followed Xie Cangshan's follow-up arrangement and asked if the sword spirit could stay here for a while.

It is to avoid the rumors about Lan Yinjian and the coveting of Xishan by people with ulterior motives.

Although Ling Huazong has prestige now, Qiao Yan alone cannot be regarded as having sufficient strength anyway.

Although several old friends of Xie Cangshan in Taihui and juniors whom he admired have come to join him, but after all, it's the beginning of everything, and it's not safe to let the sword spirit return to Ling Huazong at this time.

The story of Xie Jianzun's death in the Yin Pit has been spread all over Taihui. The people of the world felt his righteousness, erected a monument to establish a temple, and worshiped in Qingming. It is an irreversible concept, and there will inevitably be so-called "righteous" people who do selfish and evil things in the name of restraining the Lord and hindering the Lord or great merit.

It's better to let him take this opportunity to hide in the city, and after the Ling Huazong Grand Competition and recruitment, he has strengthened his foundation, and it's not too late to go back.

Because Chu Lan had no objections, he suffered a huge loss of spiritual power, so he had to think about some things.

So he lived in this town.

Qiao Yan was busy with Ling Huazong's affairs, so he couldn't stay here all the time. According to Chu Lanyin's words, he smuggled out the furniture he was used to from Xishan.

Stayed for a few more days to make sure that Elder Chu was fine, and contacted Elder Yaoling to reassure him first, so he had no choice but to leave.

The house was bought by Xie Cangshan in the early years, and there was a magic circle inside. Originally, there were a few mechanism puppets driven by the magic circle, responsible for cleaning and purchasing.

They only said to the outside world that the young master ran away from home and came here, and his health is not good, so he is recuperating at home.

The neighbors only know that this is a wealthy family, and they have come to visit. This town is almost full of mortals, and the cultivation techniques are like clouds in the sky to them.

Seeing Chu Lanyin's appearance, he really regarded him as a weak young man, and because he looked so out of place, the neighbors sent a lot of tonics.

At first, Jian Ling hardly went out, lying down all day, and the wooden puppet would do everything he wanted to buy.

Xie Cangshan left behind three big toon trees, the specific usage has been taught to him, but he didn't use them well the first time, and because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the puppet was not very clever, and the simple ones couldn't speak Speaking of which, the cultivation base is also low, not as good as those mechanism puppets in the yard, who have to give clear orders to do everything.

This town is close to the Demon Realm, and the hot moon sometimes affects the climate here, and it's snowing outside the window, but it's obviously not winter.

Sometimes Chu Lan would lean on the couch with a hand stove in her pocket and see the snowflakes floating in patches, and she would feel that she had become a pot of rhododendron, and only knew the words "thirsty" and "hungry". I don't want to think about anything else, I don't want to think about anything.

Under his instruction, the wooden puppet took out the words book from the wooden box sent from Xishan, flattened the folded corners, and arranged them in order according to thickness.

It didn't know what it was doing, and Chu Lanyin didn't understand why it was made to behave like this, but it seemed that someone was doing something in the room, so it wouldn't be just Xueluo's voice.

Amidst the rustling sound of turning the pages of the book, Chu Lanyin closed her eyes again.

He's been sleeping too much lately, but sleeping is a great way to pass the time.

The wooden puppet is restoring the folded corners of these books step by step, it doesn't know that the folded corners represent a pause.

There was once a person who, because the sword spirit couldn't bear his temper and wanted to change the book, folded it lightly and stopped here, waiting for the next day to continue.

Smoothes out creases and never ends.

However, the wooden puppet didn't even develop intelligence, it just numbly took out, flipped, folded, and closed the book.

Suddenly, it found a piece of paper in the middle of a book.

There are words on it, which it doesn't understand.

Without instructions, the puppet does not know what to do with this unexpected piece of paper.

And because Chu Lan was already asleep, he gave an order not to wake him up when he was sleeping.

The wooden puppet was stunned for a while, and stuffed the book into his sleeve as a cold deal.

Because Chu Lan was sleeping in the dark, she didn't know what night it was.

Only when the snow-covered ancient tree outside the window was already covered with falling flowers, did Sword Spirit decide to go out for a walk.

After walking not far, I walked back and forth on the street in front of the door, sat down at a noodle stall, and heard some recent movements.

The old leader of the Xiandao League died in battle, but the authority did not continue smoothly. Several elders were dissatisfied, and the fight was bloody.

Finally, not long ago, Gu Shengyang succeeded to the throne under the strong recommendation of the deputy leader Su appointed by the old leader.

As for why it was spread here, it is because the leader of the League of Legends established the Immortal Alliance in various parts of Taihui after he took office. He had to deal with the local government, and it also involved site selection and house relocation. Speaking of it, it spread.

In addition, Ganzhou Linghua Sect started recruiting students. Several children from poor families in the town sneaked away with a few homeless children, and two of them were selected.

Those who were not selected were also arranged in Linghua Town, and they worked in the shop under Linghua's business, and their lives were much better than when they had no food and clothing.

From this point of view, Xiaoyanzi really did a good job.

After Chu Lanyin listened for a while, she ran away for a while.

Suddenly a stick of candied haws was stretched out in front of him, Chu Lanyin raised his head, he recognized the spirit line of the other party, it was the girl who lived next door to him.

The girl was missing five spirit threads in her throat, and she was born unable to speak, so she handed the candied haws in front of him and gestured for him to eat.

Chu Lanyin shook her head, the dumb girl blinked, and swiped her finger in mid-air a few times, meaning: I'll be happy after eating, young master.

Pointing to the cheek again, he was probably talking about his toothache, but the candied haws are so pretty.

"...Look at the silly girl from the old Liu's family." The spiritual voice came down the wind, and it was two stall owners across the street who were whispering.

"Tsk tsk, I still want to win over the son of a wealthy family, and it's almost the same with that stupid big guard. He doesn't look like a juicy man, and he's still a mute. Tell me—oh!"

The wooden stool the stall owner was sitting on collapsed and fell solidly to the ground.

Because Chu Lan didn't pick up her candied haws, the dumb girl seemed to have heard what the stall owner said, and waved her hand and said: I don't have any!

There was still a smile in her eyes, and it seemed that she would no longer be saddened by these gossip.

A few days ago when the snow was heavy, the wall of her house was crushed by the snow. It was the young master who asked the guards to help repair it.

He's a nice guy, but he's never happy.

It is not convenient for her to visit her daughter's house alone on weekdays, but today she finally met outside.

She used to be unable to eat when she was sad, but she gradually realized that her life was her own, and she still had to eat, forcing herself to eat a few mouthfuls.

Just now when she saw that only the guards were drinking water and eating noodles, the young master didn't touch a drop of water, he must have lost his appetite, so she wanted to eat something sweet and sour to make her feel better.

The sword spirit understood what she meant, but still did not pick up the red string, but raised his hand, floating a little spiritual power in his palm.

The dumb girl never knew what spiritual power was. When he was juggling, after he got the nod, he stretched out his hand to poke the spiritual power, and a small colorful firework bloomed on his fingertips.

This little spell was taught to Chu Lan by Xie Cangshan after he accidentally flew high and frightened the children down the mountain to cry.

Xie Cangshan changed this for the group of human cubs, the kids were so easy to coax, seeing this strange trick, they turned to run after Chu Lanyin.

Later, those radish heads who followed Sword Spirit also grew up, married wives and had children, and another group came to watch the fireworks lying on Sword Spirit.

Human cubs love to be coquettish and shameless, so Chu Lanyin changed them one by one until Xie Cangshan found them.

The dumb girl laughed silently, held the candied haws, waved to Chu Lanyin, and went to the school to pick up her little sister and brother.

The streets are bustling with hawkers.

There are carriages and sedan chairs on the road, young people in a hurry, and old men leisurely walking birds.

It's daytime, and at night, this town doesn't have the fiery trees and silver flowers of Linghua Town, but there are always people playing xun and singing. It's an apricot flower demon that has lived for many years. Hurt others, what kind of temper, it seems to be waiting for someone.

The world is like this, Yaoling is waiting for Lihua, who is Xinghua waiting for?What kind of joys and sorrows lie behind the passing creatures.

This town without monks can get along with a monster.The apricot flower demon has been blown for many years, but was stopped for a month by the turmoil in the Yinkeng, and the people in the town were quite worried about it.

When she came back later, Chu Lanyin also went to put a bag of spirit stones under the largest apricot tree in the town.

Unexpectedly, this demon has learned to sing again recently, but later he was scolded for disturbing the people and singing unlucky, so he stopped singing, but he would still play Xun for a while on moonlit nights.

The sword spirit didn't know what the monster blew or sang, but the sound of the xun was very pleasant.

Taihui survived the disaster and finally started working again.

Chu Lanyin sat quietly for a moment, and called the wooden puppet back.

Many years later, Chu Lanyin only knew the name of the town, which was Xinghua Town. There were flowers and trees everywhere in the town, taking up the fullness of spring, and they also appeared in his courtyard several times.

It was only later that the name was changed to "Shuilai Town".

Because of a fire, the apricot plants in this town were almost burned.

The fire fell from the sky. It seemed that a alchemist stole the real fire from the center of the earth on the sunny side of Dragon Bone Snow Mountain in order to refine the Tribulation Pill, but it failed to catch it and exploded over Xinghua Town.

The fire smashed into the town like falling rocks, and the people fled in panic. Chu Lan rushed out of the house and used talisman paper to make clouds and rain, but it couldn't quench the fire in the dragon's heart. When he suppressed it with spiritual power, he realized that it was a trap.

On the grounds of punishing evil soldiers, Su Fu bent a bow and set an arrow on a high mountain outside the town, and the arrowhead was made by burning real flint with Gu Shengyang's heavenly fire root.

This arrow poured all his spiritual power into it, and even overwhelmed Taiyi's secret technique.

——This sword spirit is a future trouble.

The prophecy of the underworld, the sword of Xie Cangshan, and the merits of Taihui.

The book walker has been dormant for many years, and all plans have almost stagnated. Finally, Xie Cangshan died and Yaoling was under house arrest.

Su Fu squinted her eyes, and the longbow in her hand let out a groan that collapsed to the extreme.

He was sure that one blow would kill him, and he whispered with a smile: "Goodbye——"

One arrow off the string!

Chu Lanyin, who was using her spiritual power to rain and destroy the talisman, suddenly turned her head!

His tall back was reflected in his light gray pupils, and it was actually the dull wooden puppet blocking behind him.

A spiritual screen opened in the wooden puppet's hand, and collided with the indomitable arrowhead!

The fire scorched the sky, and half of the pitch-black sky was dyed red.The real fire exploded out of control in all directions, and the wooden puppet sternly said, "Run!!!"

The other party was coming towards him——

As soon as Chu Lan gritted her teeth, she transformed into her real body.

This defective wooden puppet itself didn't have much spiritual power, and its spiritual screen was broken. Chu Lanyin glanced hastily, but saw paper flying from the wooden puppet's sleeve.

That is to say, the ridge of the book was burnt off, and the whole fell apart.

It was in this fire that Chu Lanyin saw the appearance of the writing for the first time after the pen and ink fell.

But he didn't even have time to take a closer look. In the explosion, a huge toon tree rose from the ground!

Dew grows on the leaves of the toon tree, and the magic is performed against the five elements, and the heavy rain drenches the city of apricot blossoms.

The sword spirit's spiritual power hadn't fully recovered, and he didn't go far. Gu Shengyang robbed him halfway, sealed Lan Yin's sword with the keel as a talisman, and trapped the spirit body with black iron as a cage, and directly sent him back to the Suppressing Demon of the Immortal Dao League. outside the tower.

Su Fulai was a step late, seeing this scene hated iron but steel, and sternly wanted to break off the evil soldiers immediately, but Gu Shengyang refused, so after a long delay, Sect Master Linghua broke in alone and took away the sword spirit.

The mountains are towering, the stars are in the southern sky, and the wind is coming.

With Elder Chu on his back, Qiao Yan still had lingering fears.

While regretting his carelessness, he was also worried about Elder Chu's situation.

After being rescued, Chu Lanyin didn't say a word.

"Elder Chu..."

Qiao Yan was afraid that the Immortal Daomeng would have a backup, so instead of flying, he would release his spiritual sense and always be on guard against his surroundings.

But he still walked steadily, without any confusion, and said to Chu Lanyin in a low voice: "Elder Chu, let's go home, we will arrive at Linghua soon."

The cold sword spirit remained motionless.

For some reason, Chu Lanyin suddenly felt very sad.

Is it because of the puppet?It seems not all.

He seemed to have passed many years in a long dream.

Now the big dream wakes up, and everything is empty.

Jian Ling didn't know what Xie Cangshan wrote on that piece of paper, but he felt extremely sad.

He remembered that the master of the academy said that the apricot flower demon was blowing the xun on the eaves, and the words he sang came from an article in the Book of Songs.

Under the bright moonlight, the sword spirit understood the hidden meaning.

"Ge Shengmeng Chu, stalks grow in the wild—"

"Days of summer, nights of winter, after a hundred years, return to their dwelling."

Chu Lanyin lay on Qiao Yan's back and asked in a muffled voice, "Where did Xie Cangshan go?"

Qiao Yan had a sore nose, but raised his head and said, "Elder Chu, look! The moon is out—"

Chanjuan shines together for thousands of miles, and there are thousands of fireworks under the mountain.

Qiao Yan answered him against the wind, his voice resonant.

"He's not gone, he's here!"

From where the pen and ink fall, the character of the four seasons; to the magnificence of the mountains and rivers, Changning in the world.

It was a warm wind on a spring night in a certain year. Xie Cangshan finished reading the script, looked at the sleeping face of the sword spirit, and wrote a prophecy on the paper.

——Lan Yin, I love you, I am always here.

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Ewha: The Memories Chapter is over!

Xinghua: The fight is about to start!

Bamboo: Come on!

Fox: Hey!

Chu Lanyin: What's the situation?Yaozu team building?

Old Tiao: Uh, they don't have any roles in the future, they just play tricks and wrap up collectively.In addition, Lao Xie Tianlei is ready.

Xie Cangshan: Yes.

Gu Shengyang: (a chill behind his back)