There is a cool breeze, with a slightly sweet smell.
The morning bells in the distant mountains rang several times, and the ancient mountains with fallen trees were covered by years of frost and snow. Under the shadow of the rugged and whirling plum trees, a plain dress that was whiter than snow fell lightly under the ancient trees.
That long and thin figure was as pure as ever. She was like a piece of white snowflakes in the world. The catkins fell silently and I don’t know when, and fell silently into the cold snow.
Dressed in white snow, she closed her eyes quietly, half-leaning against an ancient tree, her eyelashes hung with frost, as if she was sleeping peacefully.
The woman's beautiful neck, which looked like a thin layer of snow on the branches, was now dyed with a striking bright red.
The thin snow on the shoulders turned into red snow, and half of the white clothes were dyed red.
Like a beautiful red lotus blooming in the snow.
It could be seen that she was extremely seriously injured at the moment.
But her brows were extremely quiet and peaceful, as if she was in a soft dream and didn't want to wake up.
Beside her, lying quietly was a white jade mask with a broken corner.
The green mountains are covered with snow, and the beauty is like jade.
It's like a beautiful picture embedded in the world.
The sound of rustling footsteps broke the beautiful tranquility in this corner of the world.
"A Jing?" A slightly surprised female voice accompanied the light falling snow.
Hearing someone calling her name, the eyelids of the injured and sleeping woman under the tree moved slightly. The frost hanging between the eyelashes fell like thin snow, and the eyelashes returned to a thick and thick color.
She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her quietly. Her eyes were clear and unruffled, like ancient ink that had been silent for thousands of years.
A strand of watery ink hair slowly slid down from her temples and cheeks. The snowflakes falling in her hair were soaked in the white snow face, making her as bright and clear as a jade tree.
"Is something wrong?" His eyes were clear and his voice was calm, without the slightest hint of trance or haziness as he woke up from a deep sleep.
When she woke up the first time, she had a cold face, raised her white fingertips, and pinched her earlobe expressionlessly.
In front of him, the handsome monk Jiachen, who was pale and unconscious, was behind the curtain.
Her soft and soft eyes looked at the young master Su Jing who was covered in blood with a hint of shock.
Ye Lian hurriedly took two steps forward and said hurriedly: "How could A Jing be injured like this?!"
However, Su Jing did not like to have close contact with others, even one of the famous Taixuan Nine Classics in the same sect.
She held the hilt of the sword and gently pressed it against Ye Liang's shoulder to stop her from approaching, and repeated lightly again: "Is something wrong?"
I don't know whether it was the cold wind or the heavy snow and deep freeze. Compared with the skin of her neck, which was as white as glistening snow, Su Jing's ears seemed to be frozen, slightly red, and trembling as if it was itchy.
She couldn't help but raise her hand and rub it gently with an expressionless face.
Ye Lian's expression was very unbelievable, but he still calmed down in response to Su Jing's question.
She said: "Jiachen is seriously injured and it is not suitable to travel far. I wanted to go to Zilan Mountain to find a spiritual spring to heal his injuries, but I never expected to see you, Ah Jing, here. How could Ah Jing be here? And it hurts so much..."
Ye Lian looked at her carefully with concern. Ever since Su Jing came out of the mountain, she had never seen Su Jing in such a blood-stained embarrassment.
Even the mask that was never taken off was gone, which made people worried.
"nothing."
Su Jing sheathed her sword and stood up, put the mask in her arms and put it away, then patted the snow on the hem of her clothes and said calmly: "The mask is broken, I'm in a bad mood."
Of course Ye Liang knew that her precious mask, which she regarded as her life, was damaged by that little girl, and she must be in a bad mood.
But what does her bad mood have to do with her current appearance?
Su Jing glanced at her lightly, seeming to understand the confusion in her eyes.
She pursed her lips and looked away from the distant mountains. Her cold and indifferent gaze flowed into the distance, and her voice was as cold as light smoke: "I was in a bad mood, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain."
Ye Liang's heart trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Demon... Demon Prison Mountain."
It was a place where sinful demons gathered. The great demons captured by the powerful immortal sect predecessors in the human world were all sealed and placed in the demon prison mountain, becoming a place of trial for the younger generation of disciples.
Although it is a place of trial, the younger generation of geniuses also need to be accompanied by their elders and go into the mountains to trial in order to ensure their own safety.
There are great demons in the mountains, and there is also the legendary Demon King who transcends tribulations. There are some taboo places that even the seniors of the Immortal Family dare not touch easily.
Her Ajing... just broke in alone?
"You went to Demon Prison Mountain just because you were in a bad mood?"
What kind of temperament is this for a willful young lady? Do you think you are Yin Baishuang?
Su Jing's black jade-like eyes were a little deep, and her snow-white skin contrasted with the thin red color between Yingying's earlobes, which made the cold and frosty aura around her much lighter.
She said: "I couldn't kill the girl from the Lihe Sect, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain and slaughtered a demon king. I felt much better now."
Ye Lian's body shook violently: "Monster...monster king? That's the realm of overcoming the tribulation. A Jing, you haven't overcome the tribulation yet, how can you act like this?"
With the spirit-carrying realm, he wandered randomly in the Demon Prison Mountain and even killed the Demon King alone. No wonder he was injured so badly.
Thinking of this, Ye Liang felt faintly afraid.
Fortunately, her young master came out with good hands and feet, otherwise I really don’t know how to explain to the sect master this time when I went down the mountain.
Although he knew that Su Jing had no need to lie, Ye Lian still found it a bit strange to hear her say that she had killed a demon king.
"Ajing, did you really kill a demon king like this in the spirit-bearing realm?"
Su Jing frowned, pointed in a certain direction, and said, "The demon king's head is here. You can bring it to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance to exchange for spiritual stones."
The jade finger pointed at the white snow, which was empty except for a pool of bright red blood.
Su Jing narrowed her long eyes and said nothing.
Ye Lian sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and his face was a little confused: "It really is the smell of the demon king, and the smell of wild dogs."
The head of a majestic demon king, no matter where it is placed, is a glorious trophy that can shock everyone around.
Unfortunately, she was wounded and killed by her young master. When she was tired, she found a big tree to sleep on, and casually kicked the demon king's head aside. In the end, she ended up being eaten by a wild dog.
As Ye Lian, the Seventh Sutra of Taixuan, was really speechless at this moment.
Snowflakes fell on Kachen's white cassock. As if feeling the slightest chill, the injured and comatose young monk slowly woke up.
He coughed twice, choked out a few mouthfuls of blood and sprinkled it on the hem of the leaf curtain.
The monk frowned and was slightly startled when he saw the woman in white under the tree. Then a smile appeared on his pale face: "Young Master actually took off the mask?"
When Ye Lian heard the voice coming from behind, she raised her eyebrows and called out softly: "Jiachen..."
Su Jing glanced at him and did not continue the topic of masks. He said coldly: "The Master of the Eight Classics was so seriously injured. It seems that it has been confirmed that the person behind the Jiu Niang incident is really the Demon Sect."
Jia Chen smiled bitterly and said: "If that's all, then that's it." He slowly raised his charming eyebrows, and his dark eyes flickered slightly: "The six rivers in the sealed demon world have begun to recover."
