Anyang County.
The night wind was cold, and the soft moonlight poured down like mercury, reflecting the stone pavement into a silvery white color.
When Ji Yuenian walked onto the stone bridge with lanterns hanging on it, he saw a beautiful girl in a moon-white dress.
The bright white moonlight fell down, highlighting her fairy-like appearance even more.
Ji Yuenian was slightly startled, moved his lips, and said: "Zhao..."
After all, the word "Yin Yue" was never uttered.
Whether it was in the memory of the ancient true spirit or in the lonely and cold dream of the soul, Ji Yuenian had never truly faced Zhao Yinyue.
Zhao Yinyue lowered her gaze, quietly looking at Ji Yuenian under the stone steps, and whispered: "Nian'er."
Ji Yuenian's heart trembled, and he subconsciously avoided her gaze and fell silent.
Zhao Yinyue looked steadily at his side face that was very similar to her own, with a little pity, a little heartache, and even more complexity and relief deep in her eyes.
The cold wind of the cold night blew across the stone bridge, gently lifting the corners of her moon-white dress.
"Nian'er, this should be the first time you meet me."
Ji Yueliang said in a young voice: "Is this also the last time?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yinyue just laughed.
Cold and soft fingers stroked Ji Yuenian's long black hair. Ji Yuenian was startled, but did not deliberately avoid it.
"You are so similar to me," Zhao Yinyue chuckled, and gently helped Ji Yuenian tie up his loose hair, "Nian'er, you can't use that Buddhist mantra anymore."
After saying this, the world seemed to be completely still, and there seemed to be a vast and great ancient gaze looking at it from afar.
Zhao Yinyue never cared about the terrible changes around her. She danced with her white gauze sleeves, tied up Ji Yuenian's hair, and said: "Mother, I can't help you. I'm not a good mother, but after all, mother I can’t bear to see you sink, that Luoxue Divine Sword is something my mother left to you, you must treat it well.”
His words were quite cryptic, and in just a few words, Ji Yuenian couldn't help but feel his soul tremble, and even a terrifying chill invaded his true spirit.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Yinyue's soft voice faintly reached my ears.
"Nian'er, mother is gone, you have to take good care of her."
Ji Yuenian suddenly turned his head, and there was still half a figure behind him.
The ancient power spread from an unknown place and soaked into the depths of Ji Yuenian's true spirit.
All the true spiritual memories and soul memories about "Zhao Yinyue" were stripped out and dissipated between heaven and earth.
The sixteen years of Zhao Yinyue's existence seemed to have been completely erased, and no living thing would remember it anymore.
In Ji Yuenian's memory, only Princess Ao Li from Zhaoming Mountain was left.
In addition to these, there are still four unforgettable words that have not been eroded by the ancient power, but have been deeply engraved in the depths of Ji Yuenian's true soul over and over again.
Ji Yuenian woke up from his deep sleep, his eyes were a little dazed, and he murmured subconsciously: "Luoxue Divine Sword..."
Luoxue Divine Sword.
The sixteen years of Zhao Yinyue's existence seemed to have been completely erased, and no living thing would remember it anymore.
In Ji Yuenian's memory, only Princess Ao Li from Zhaoming Mountain was left.
In addition to these, there are still four unforgettable words that have not been eroded by the ancient power, but have been deeply engraved in the depths of Ji Yuenian's true soul over and over again.
Ji Yuenian woke up from his deep sleep, his eyes were a little dazed, and he murmured subconsciously: "Luoxue Divine Sword..."
Luoxue Divine Sword.
