With a call and an answer, there was no other dialogue between the master and the disciple.
Li Qing'er could feel the tenderness in the master's eyes, and Wan Congfang could also hear the water splashing on the letter paper.
Carefully putting the letter into her arms, she noticed that Qingyun had pressed a brown fire charm under the letter, which was still a fire charm reserved only for her.
"Let's go Qing'er, Jing'er and Xi'er are distributing pills to the disciples, you should go and help too."
"Yes, Master."
She nodded obediently as always, but this made Wan Congfang's empty heart feel like it was being mercilessly pulled, and she couldn't help blurting out:
"Falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more."
"It's better to show mercy to the person in front of you."
Li Qing'er, who lowered his head, responded briefly and quickly left Qingyun's room.
She seemed to hear Li Xi'er smiling and calling her to come quickly, and she seemed to see Li Jing waving to her expectantly. She ran quickly, trying to blow away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
The floating tears passed through Wan Congfang's empty body and flowed into the mountain moon of that year. Li Qing'er's clothes were as green as new buds, like the girl collecting herbs in the forest.
There is a saying:
The red paper is wet with tears and resents separation. I just want to rest my pillow on the mat beside the railing. I often hate that the clear stream illuminates the sparse shadows and mistakenly sends my love to the blue clouds.
Let’s talk about Qingyun.
After spending the night repairing at the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect, he set out on his return journey without stopping.
The cautious imperial envoy Zang Feng, Qing Yun stepped on the flying sword, like a banished immortal, and flew towards the north of Yuezhou swiftly and elegantly.
"It seems that Wan Congfang has been cultivating in Zangfeng for more than three thousand years, and has been somewhat tainted with the power of immortal punishment. If you feel it carefully, what she exudes is definitely not a simple evil spirit."
Glancing at the black sword at his feet, Qingyun fell into deep thought in the air.
Recalling the scene a few days ago when Wan Congfang used the Hidden Edge to defeat the dusty white silk on the statue at the expense of part of his soul, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there might be something hidden in it.
"Looking at her words and expressions before and after, it is clear that she does not remember everything she experienced in Zangfeng. Even though she knew it was the pain of karma that burned the soul, she seemed to only remember the word 'pain'."
"In other words, has her memory been erased? Including her shocking swordsmanship, what exactly happened to her in the past three thousand years?"
Thinking of this, Zang Feng's pitch-black sword body couldn't help but remind Qingyun of everything that happened a few months ago.
"Immortal punishment from heaven, willing to endure eternity...could it be the existence in Zangfeng who guided her?"
Fei Laolian suffered two hidden losses due to Zangfeng's mystery. Coupled with Wan Congfang's blind confidence in its huge power, Qingyun increasingly felt that it was very possible.
And since the Immortal Punishment in his right hand was activated by Wan Congfang, the young master feels that his mood has become much calmer recently, and the evil thoughts that haunt him all the time have also faded a lot, which is very strange.
The wind howled in his ears, and Qingyun couldn't help but miss Yan Nanzhi's Yun Tian Mirror.
There is a barrier of its own on it, and the huge mirror is enough for him and Alian to sit down. There is no biting wind in the sky, and the difficult flight has become an elegant journey and enjoyment.
"I don't know how Nanzhi is doing."
Xiao Nizi's pretty ponytail swaying seemed to become all his childhood memories.
But thinking of Yan Nanzhi, Qingyun's heart suddenly moved, and he thought to himself:
"Nanzhi's bracelet is called 'Lian Xin', and it is also wrapped with ten white silk threads. It is somewhat similar to the floating dust on that statue."
Just then I thought about it, the Saint of Qingxu Tian and the Overlord of the Thirty-three Realms were totally incompatible. The young man chuckled and secretly laughed at his own paranoia.
"Your Majesty...what kind of existence are you? You have intervened in my life many times. What is your purpose?"
Ever since Yan Nanzhi thought of the peerless power with a white robe and a chaotic face, Qingyun always felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
"Jiang Qin, Shan Sniper, including the fake Chen Ping, it seems that they are all real people released from the small world by Your Majesty. They must have come to this world with some kind of order from the True Slayer. Let's look at Jiang Qin and Shan Sniper. Perhaps it was to destroy the stability and peace of the Three Heavens and Four Factions, but why did he do this? Is it really to seek for the entire world?"
In the past, he always thought that he was too insignificant. Even if he became the opponent's pawn, it would not cause any waves.
But after having direct and indirect interactions with this person one after another, Qingyun felt more and more that things were not that simple.
"What is he after? Qilin teeth? No, he should know that I don't have Qilin teeth anymore. Is it the Heavenly Dragon Claw? Tsk, it doesn't look like it either?"
After thinking for a while, I still had no clue, so I stopped exploring.
In the words of Little Fox, they are like existences like Jiulong Lao and Sifengyi. Even if you recite their names, the other party will feel it in some mysterious way.
"I feel that Your Majesty is at least of that level. It's better not to pry into his secrets anymore. I can't afford to offend such a person."
Speaking of secrets, Qingyun actually got a secret in the memory of fake Chen Ping.
It's neither Jiang Qin nor Mountain Sniper, but the real Chen Ping who came from being devoured!
It's funny to say that Chen Ping, who was vicious and murderous back then, his last obsession before his death was actually his long-missing brother Chen Xing.
However, the Shadowless Sword Chen Xing had already fallen into the hands of Li Lingjun in the Thirty-Three Realms, and when the fake Chen Ping devoured the real Chen Ping, Qingyun also got some scattered memories of the real Chen Ping.
Because until his death, Chen Ping remembered that the last message his brother left for him was that he received the mission from the mountain sniper, ordering him to secretly track down a traitor from Shenhuatian.
And this traitor is naturally the hot and charming beauty, Li Lingjun!
"Li Lingjun is a traitor to Shenhuatian, but in the Thirty-three Realms, she claims to be from the Demonic Sect. Is she an undercover agent of the Demonic Sect hiding in Shenhuatian? And Mountain Sniper, why does he want to track down the traitor of Shenhuatian? "
With endless doubts, after flying across Yaoguang City for a few days, Qingyun once again entered the territory of Bailian City.
"Hey, I heard that Bai Liancheng was destroyed overnight by the Haiyou Sword Sect, and I don't know if there have been any changes since it was rebuilt. Since I'm passing by again, I might as well go and have a look. I just happened to buy some gifts for Shutong, so I can pay it back. He helped me leave the sect’s favor.”
This kind of sect-affiliated city is particularly taboo for monks to fly in the sky, so Qingyun flew down early in the mountains and walked instead.
After turning onto the pipe, it didn't take long for him to stand under the wall of Bailian City.
Although he knew that Bai Zhizheng had moved his residence to Haiyou City, Qingyun's heart was still a little fluttering when he once again stepped into this city that could be said to be the starting point of his practice.
Here, he obtained the Five Snake Fruit, obtained the Wonderful Sound Stove, and even got acquainted with Bai Jianxian, who had a complicated relationship with him. It can be said that the source of everything he experienced in the past and present can be traced back to that encounter with Bai Zhizheng.
Qingyun never believed in the so-called fate, and all kinds of sufferings tempered him until he could only trust in the sword.
But it seems that no matter what you believe in, the world seems to be full of ruts, and you, certain people and certain things will eventually merge into a torrent at a certain time and place, or separate or merge.
"I heard from Feng Ziyu that Mr. Fan's real name seems to be Fan Tingji. I don't know how he is doing."
More than ten years later, Qingyun still vividly remembers the scene where the short old man led Zhang Qin, the shopping guide, to bring him the Wonderful Sound Stove.
Looking up at the brand new city wall of Bailian City, the young man felt that his eyes were shaking uncomfortably.
"When did the Haiyou Sword Sect become so rich? The green bricks on this city wall seem to have been refined with mana."
Qingyun couldn't help but wanted to touch a few, but was scolded by the monks guarding the city.
"Who, this junior, dares to wantonly destroy our sect's city wall?"
"Made, which of your eyes saw that I destroyed the city wall?"
The only person who came with an angry look was a young monk from the Hundred Meridians Realm. As he approached, he noticed the unfathomable aura on Qingyun's body. He was stunned at first, and his attitude suddenly improved.
But it's just a little better.
"Why did this comrade want to damage our sect's city wall?"
He was slapped with a big label. He knew what the other party was planning, but he didn't care about it.
After bending down and holding his fists, he quietly stuffed a few low-grade spiritual stones into the opponent's sleeves, Qingyun first confessed, and then took out his identity jade tag.
"Zhi...Zhijing Cave Heaven...alchemist?"
Looking at the man's mouth wide open with an expression of disbelief, Qingyun smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying.
This really frightened the monks who wanted to take advantage of the city, and they quickly returned the spirit stones.
They are both sects in Yuezhou. Compared with Zhijingdongtian, the Haiyoujian sect is basically like a stream compared to the sea, and the stars compared to the Silver River. They are totally different.
And we know that almost all the alchemists in Jingdongtian have powerful followers. For someone so young and with a cultivation level of Yuan Hua Realm, the followers who protect him must have at least a cultivation level of Concentration Realm or even Wind Control Realm.
Thinking of this, this person's calves were trembling.
"Zhijing Dongtian's tiger skin is still useful. Damn, I have to learn alchemy and get a professional qualification certificate as soon as possible."
This was the first time that Qingyun was treated with such flattering eyes and attitude. He felt so happy that he pushed the spirit stone back.
And he got angry if he didn't take it, which made the city guarding monk burst into tears and accepted the hot spiritual stone with trembling teeth.
Knowing Jingdongtian's identity and the jade token opened the way, and the young man announced his purpose of coming to purchase spiritual materials, the monks who guarded the city were naturally happy to let the wealthy man who had come to his door enter the city without even asking about it.
"It is indeed newly built."
Qingyun followed Bai Zhizheng and Zou Yanwen to Lingjue Hall. He had lived in Bailian City for many years at that time, and he knew the street layout of the entire city very well.
Even though more than ten years have passed, I still remember the overall location clearly.
But now, standing at the city gate, he found that the city was no longer what he remembered.
"Hey, things have changed and people have changed!"
In just an instant, Qingyun's melancholy of seeing things and missing people before entering the city completely disappeared, leaving only a little loneliness and melancholy, which was submerged in the shining walls of Bailian City and drifted with the tide.
Voice-over: Licking the dog, licking the dog, licking until the end, everything you want
