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What does it feel like when things are right and people are different?
Ningxia once thought that the emotion of "laughing and asking where the guest came from" would not appear in her so quickly. She is still so young, and it has only been a year, so it is not a problem.
But today, standing in front of this mountain peak, watching the people coming and going, the aroma of spiritual food can be heard in the air, the voices of various colors are mixed, and the spiritual power is fluctuating... It is obviously such a noisy scene, but Ningxia has given birth to something strange. A feeling of "my heart is in my hometown".
Ningxia has lived two lives and has had three hometowns: a place where her bloodline was born for unknown reasons, a place where she settled down and took root in her life, and a hometown where her bloodline family truly existed in this life... But none of them is as good as the Wuhua Sect. Bringing a deeper attachment to Ningxia.
Deep in Ningxia's heart, Wuhua Sect has become her most attached home. When you are far away from here, you can't help but miss it again and again, and look back again and again, your heart is still concerned about it far away. As soon as she comes back, no matter what hardships she suffered before, sleepless nights, and spending every day in chaos - as long as she comes back here, her heart will be able to let go.
Thinking of her wandering in the boundless waves of southern Xinjiang not long ago, in the dangerous cloud island, surviving in ten thousand caves, carefully groping in the unfamiliar Sinan City, and in the mysterious environment. Passing through one level after another... As if she was tireless, she passed through each level that was more dangerous and bizarre than the last, as if there was no end to it, filled with all kinds of dangers and tribulations.
She once thought that she could not live. However, after the storm, all crises were eliminated and everything returned to calm.
Looking at the scenery that was common in the past, Ningxia actually feels like a world away.
Looking at the scene in front of her that looked like a city street, and listening to the most common conversations coming to her ears, she was filled with emotion for a moment.
After all, it's still...different, and the mentality is different. But she is still the same person, she is Ningxia, and this will never change from beginning to end.
The old site of the sect has long been abandoned, but due to the historical events involved, the Wuhua Sect has always sent people to carefully guard and guard it, and does not allow others to enter and destroy it easily. It was completely damaged there, but there was an old library there, which was rarely affected because of its offset location.
Later, I asked the Wuhua Sect to sort it out, clean up most of the books, and fill in some books. Now it has become a dedicated scripture collection pavilion of the Wuhua Sect, exclusively for the use of high-level monks in the sect.
The collection of books in the Library Pavilion is of extraordinary quality, and the merit points required to apply to enter this Library Pavilion are quite high. Even the high-ranking monks in the sect will not come here easily.
It was especially quiet when Lan Lan left that day. Except for the unfathomable elder guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.
He paid more attention and ran directly to the corner where he found it, intending to see the truth that he had not had time to see a hundred years ago.
To his surprise, there was a person waiting there, an unexpected but expected person.
Looking at the great venerable, and then at the broken bamboo slips held in his hands, he felt convinced... Sure enough.
Sure enough, what he gave up that night was the truth that he had been obsessed with all these years. The other party didn't seem surprised to see him, he just sighed.
Lan Lan immediately knew why the library was so quiet today, and why this person happened to be waiting for him here. It was probably because... he had already made arrangements.
It was also on that night that Yuan Heng learned the secrets of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Wuhua Sect, the truth about the southeastern border, and many things he had never thought of.
Only then did Yuan Heng realize that the sky he had seen in the past hundreds of years was all false, false, and would shatter at a touch. He has never had the opportunity to touch the real world, and probably will never have this opportunity in his lifetime.
After that, Lan Lan never pursued the matter of Shangzong again, nor did he check what happened to the poor young disciple. The child had no father or mother, so he built a small tomb for him near his cave.
It was a pity that the child didn't have much left in the sect. The other Taoist priest Yuan Heng felt that it was not dignified, so he took the schoolwork materials that the other party left with him and buried him instead. There is also the other party's immature but very serious handwriting on it, just like before they first met a few years ago.
Yuan Heng was not too sad. He has been practicing for many years, and has experienced countless joys and sorrows. He has sent many people away, and he has also seen away many people, including many people he was close to and had been close to before.
He felt that he was probably still a little sad. After all, that child was so young and full of longing, but he passed away before his prime. How sad——
After the incident was over, he left the sect and practiced outside for a long time. Until hundreds of years ago, he had to return to the sect to practice in seclusion due to difficulty in making progress.
At this point, Lan Lan finally reluctantly accepted his fate, until he was awakened again ten years ago and came out of seclusion... and then met these children.
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Even though they were children, they were only children compared to him in terms of their age. Each of them grew up at an incredibly fast speed. Although it made him extremely happy, it also reminded people of the hardships they suffered more than ordinary disciples.
especially--
Ningxia. It can be said that she is the youngest one under his knee, and the one who is also the least carefree. Even though she is well-behaved enough, her ability to cause trouble far outweighs her own worry-free temperament.
Normally, he would not be worried. Under his wings, Ningxia's safety could at least be basically guaranteed. But what if it was out of his sight?
Originally, Daojun Yuanheng would not worry about such a fearless and meaningless issue, but the changes coming from the Xuantian Sword Sect on the other side of China aroused his vigilance and worry.
In such a chaotic situation, such a coincidence... it always reminds people of those unpleasant past events.
The collection of books in the Library Pavilion is of extraordinary quality, and the merit points required to apply to enter this Library Pavilion are quite high. Even the high-ranking monks in the sect will not come here easily.
It was especially quiet when Lan Lan left that day. Except for the unfathomable elder guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.
He paid more attention and ran directly to the corner where he found it, intending to see the truth that he had not had time to see a hundred years ago.
To his surprise, there was a person waiting there, an unexpected but expected person.
Looking at the great venerable, and then at the broken bamboo slips held in his hands, he felt convinced... Sure enough.
Sure enough, what he gave up that night was the truth that he had been obsessed with all these years. The other party didn't seem surprised to see him, he just sighed.
