Jing Yingrong stretched out her hand, and the broken light passed through her fingers and dissipated into the void.
She couldn't grasp anything, and the figure of that person could no longer be reflected in her eyes.
Jing Yingrong sat there for a long, long time.
She got up and walked along the platform back to the largest hall of Tianwai Tower.
Five magic weapons are suspended here: a sword, a robe, a hairpin, a brush stroke, and a bead.
With the arrival of Jing Yingrong, the five magic weapons buzzed and trembled.
Five different voices sounded in Jing Yingrong’s consciousness:
"Did he explain his funeral arrangements?"
"What did that man say?"
"How to say?"
"What's his plan?"
"What should we do next?"
These sounds may be high or low, the timbre may be clear or thick, and the emotions contained in them are also different.
No one asked if Taoist Kongji was really dead. As a Taoist artifact connected to Taoist Kongji's soul, they knew the result the moment the connection at that level was severed.
Jing Yingrong repeated the words of Taoist Kongji exactly as they were said.
"What are you going to do?" Jian asked.
Jing Yingrong said: "Death to this world, give it a try."
Sword: "Take me with you."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
Yipao said: "Put me into the endless void. I feel that I can go further after absorbing the power of chaos."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
The hairpin circled twice in the air and said, "I want to stay on the island and take care of the flowers and plants."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Pen: "Yan and I will follow you, maybe we can encounter something interesting."
Zhu: "Like all kinds of weird fires? Haha, we just need to stay in the ring. We won't disturb you normally."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
She first sent the Jiyupao out of Xingyou Island. In the void, the extremely long imperial robe became so long that it blocked out the sky and sun, wrapped up the entire Star Island, and then disappeared into the void, forming a hidden barrier. While protecting Xingyou Island, it is also absorbing the power of chaos in the void at all times to strengthen itself.
Then, Jing Yingrong accompanied Ji Qinghao to the land of rest on Xingyou Island. Fairy flowers, Yao grass, and magical herbs are everywhere here. The extremely clear hairpin sank into the depths of the soil, and suddenly grew into a giant tree reaching into the sky. Its top reached directly into the void, and its crown covered almost half of the island. With the appearance of the giant tree, all the plants on the island vibrated, as if cheering and jumping for joy.
Then, she put the Jijie Pen and Jiyan Bead into the ring on her left index finger.
"What else needs to be done?"
Jing Yingrong asked about the Jisha sword on her back.
"No, we can come back at any time, let's go." Jian replied.
Jing Yingrong stood still.
Jian: "What?"
Mirror Yingrong said: "Where in the world?"
Jian was silent for a while and said, "Do you still remember the place where you were born?"
There was a slight ripple in the mirror's stagnant black eyes.
She lowered her eyes slightly and said, "Remember."
Jian: "Then why not go there first and have a look."
"good."
…
Ling'an Village.
On this day, a young woman appeared at the entrance of the village.
Two children squatting under a big tree at the entrance of the village and playing with ants noticed the woman first. The children's eyes widened and they couldn't look away.
Jing Yingrong asked: "Is this Nanfengling?"
The two children looked at each other.
The child with a round face said: "What is Nanfengling? This place is called Ling'an Village."
Another child with a little crotch hair said: "Sister, you are so beautiful."
Round-faced child: "Yes, sister, you are so beautiful. Are you lost?"
Jing Yingrong: "No."
Little Jojo: "Then you come to my house and ask my grandpa. My grandpa is the oldest, biggest, and biggest man in the village!"
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
The round-faced man said hurriedly: "I want to go too. I want to go too."
So the two children entered the village with their mirrors.
The villagers looked at Jing Yingrong with curiosity and amazement. When they saw the sword on her back, there was fear in their eyes, so that no one dared to come forward to ask.
"This is it. Grandpa, grandpa!"
There was still some distance from the courtyard in front, so Little Laojiao shouted loudly.
A gray-haired old man stepped out of the courtyard and said, "Hey, dear, what are you calling me for?"
Round face: "Hello, Grandpa Li——"
Old man: "Fat boy, you are here too."
The little girl jumped into the old man's arms and rubbed him. The old man touched his hair and then noticed Jing Yingrong.
"Little girl, I have never seen you before. Who are you?"
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the other person. He met those quiet dark eyes and subconsciously took a step back while holding the little Lao Lao in his arms.
Without waiting for Jing Yingrong to answer, Xiaojiajiao said first, "Sister is going to Nanfengling. Grandpa, where is Nanfengling?"
"Nan Fengling?" The old man looked surprised, "Little girl, what are you doing in Nan Fengling?"
Jing Yingrong: "Go to Danhua Sect."
The look of surprise on the old man's face became even stronger: "You want to go to Danhua Sect? Little girl, don't you know that Danhua Sect has long since ceased to exist?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know. Why doesn't it exist anymore?"
The old man sighed and said: "It is said that seven hundred years ago, Danhua Sect angered a large sect. The powerful man in that sect took action and smashed the mountain gate of Danhua Sect with a slap. Then, Danhua Sect The sect no longer exists.”
"Seven hundred years ago, this place was called Nanfengling."
The old man pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
Jing Yingrong looked at her feet, then raised her head, looking at the rolling mountains behind the village that were submerged in the twilight.
Certain scenes in my memory gradually overlap with what I see before me.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the slightly wary old man in front of her.
"What's the name of that sect?"
She asked this sentence in a flat tone, and the old man was not sure whether it contained any hostility.
"I don't know. It's been seven hundred years. The old man also heard it from his ancestors. No matter how much it is, there is no more."
The old man looked at the sword behind his glasses, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Little girl, what are you..."
Jing Yingrong didn't answer. She nodded slightly to the old man and said, "Thank you."
Then, her figure disappeared.
Two children screamed.
"Ahhhh grandpa!!"
"My sister is missing!"
The old man comforted the two children. He was much calmer.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's the magic of the immortal master."
"Is that sister an immortal master?"
"But don't all immortal masters fly around? My sister didn't fly, how could she disappear?"
…
Mirror Yingrong appeared somewhere in the mountains.
This is not very far from Ling'an Village. If Danhua Sect is still there, Ling'an Village can be regarded as the inner area of Danhua Sect.
The huge spiritual consciousness swept across, and thousands of feet above the ground and thousands of feet underground were clearly explored.
"Is this here?" Ji Shajian asked.
Jing Yingrong said "hmm", she hooked her finger, and something came out of the ground.
There were many large and small pieces of gravel, the big ones were no bigger than a fist, and the small ones were almost crumbs.
These broken stones are controlled by invisible forces, flying continuously in the air, and gradually spliced and reorganized.
After a while, a large stone appeared in the sky, with the word "Danhua" clearly engraved on it.
