() Yan Xinxuan.
"You came back just in time. I was just thinking about contacting you through sect channels to learn your location."
Elder Huang was leaning on the low couch, his words showing relief.
Compared to before, she looked a little tired this time, with a hint of sadness between her brows.
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "Are you worried about me because of the beast tide?"
Elder Huang smiled slightly and said: "Have you heard about it too? That's right, it has spread throughout the sect now. Not only are we worried about you, but knowing the whereabouts of each disciple is also what we have to do now one."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Elder Huang pinched his eyebrows and said: "The sect has made a preliminary plan. I will leave soon, and Yan Xinxuan will be closed for a while. You, like everyone else, do not need to come here before Yan Xinxuan reopens. , try to stay in your own cave and listen to the sect’s orders at any time.”
"Um."
Elder Huang looked at the reflection in the mirror, lowered his eyes, and wondered what he was thinking. After a moment, she raised her eyes and looked over again, and at the same time stretched out her palm, and something like a letter appeared in her palm.
"If I can't come back, I have to ask you to hand this thing over to the master."
Jing Yingrong took the letter. The envelope was sealed, making it difficult to see the contents. Although she could penetrate her consciousness without leaving any trace, she did not do so.
After Jing Yingrong agreed, Elder Huang smiled, his eyes that were slightly dim due to fatigue became a little brighter, and said: "Let's not talk about those troublesome things for now. Here, I promised to give you the yellow cage fruit jam. "
She handed a sealed small jar with a round belly to Jing Yingrong. While Jing Yingrong accepted it, she asked with a smile: "Isn't the harvest from this trip pretty good? Is there anything fun and interesting that can be done?" Tell me something?"
Jing Yingrong talked about her experience in Hele Village and Shijue Mansion. Elder Huang listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
When Jing Yingrong said that she couldn't express the character's emotions with her eyes, she couldn't help but smile.
"You, in a sense, can be regarded as the most honest person in the world."
Elder Huang said half-jokingly.
Jing Yingrong said: "Thank you for the compliment."
Elder Huang smiled again.
"You remind me of something."
"What?"
"Mirror."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Elder Huang said to himself: "Things like mirrors can honestly reflect anything that exists, but they cannot reflect deeper emotions."
She raised her eyes and stared at the reflection in the mirror with some amusement, "Can you feel the strong emotions others have towards you? For example, passionate love, or deep hatred."
Jing Yingrong: "Yes."
"Then can you respond with the same emotion?"
"No." Jing Yingrong replied decisively.
This answer was obviously expected by Elder Huang. There was a trace of emotion in her tone: "Yes, ordinary people can't. I can fall in love with someone who loves me deeply. If this is the case, maybe On the contrary, it will be better.”
Jing Yingrong: "Because emotions are difficult to equal, there are always many things in the world that we ask for but cannot get. Are you feeling this?"
"Almost, but -" Elder Huang glanced at her in surprise, "I can't get what I asked for. I'm a little surprised that I can hear this from you."
Jing Yingrong did not answer.
"Speaking of which," Elder Huang said thoughtfully, "mirrors reflect everything, but few people explore what is behind the mirror."
…
After coming out of Yan Xinxuan, most of the training places such as the Enlightenment Tower, Wuling Monument, and Shendou Palace that we passed along the way were closed, and there were not many disciples on the straight path.
When we arrived at Xianghuang City outside, there were slightly more people coming and going. Most of the disciples looked like they were in a hurry, but there was no look of worry or heaviness on their faces. Instead, they looked more excited.
Jing Yingrong looked up at the sky. Under the cloudless sky, a flying boat could be seen passing by from time to time, heading outside the sect.
Jijiebi: "Looking at this situation, the disciples of Taichu Guanmen are quite optimistic."
Ji Sha Jian: "Not only is it optimistic, some people probably regard it as an opportunity."
Ji Jie Bi laughed a few times and said, "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to have such confidence in the human cultivator."
Ji Yanzhu: "Tide of beasts, I'm really curious about what trump cards the monsters have. They dare to make such a big determination. They even skipped the preliminary preparations and tests, and the beast tide riots as soon as they come."
Jing Yingrong: "They may already know."
"What do you know?" Ji Yanzhu asked.
At this time, Jing Yingrong suddenly stopped and looked at a big tree at the corner of the street.
There was a person sitting on the tree. The man shrank back and plucked the leaves one by one. He seemed to be mumbling something, and his expression was a little dull.
Ji Yanzhu: "Ah, it's that crazy disciple."
Yuan Yao suddenly looked at Ying Rong in the mirror. Facing the gaze reflected in the mirror, he blinked his eyes in confusion, his eyes quickly turned away, and he continued to pluck at the leaves.
Jing Yingrong: "He broke through to the point of becoming a god."
Ji Jie Bi was surprised: "You are crazy and can you still break through? This junior... must be quite determined."
Ji Sha Sword: "Being too firm may not be a good thing."
They were discussing here, and Yuan Yao was there throwing up a handful of leaves, staring at the leaves falling to the ground with wide eyes, and clapped his hands happily.
He seemed out of place with the high-spirited disciples who were rushing around on the street, but he seemed to be in the same world as the laid-back Jing Yingrong.
"Breakthrough...that, the mirror," Ji Yanzhu thought of something, "Shouldn't you mention your cultivation level?"
Jing Yingrong: "My body is automatically absorbing energy."
Jiyanzhu: "I'm talking about your simulated cultivation. How can you improve your real cultivation?"
"Oh yes."
Jing Yingrong responded, and then calmly adjusted his cultivation aura.
"Okay." She said.
Ji Sha Sword: "Congratulations, you are already a mature Nascent Soul monk."
"..."
…
It’s almost impossible to tell how many years have passed since the last time people and cultivators gathered together in one place.
Time goes by, some faces have passed away, and some faces are still seen for the first time.
Lord Tongsheng looked around, feeling sad.
Daojun Yunmeng stood side by side with him, and the leader of Taichu Temple stood in front of them.
The headmaster of Niya Palace, Wufeng Sword Sect and the Supreme Elder are also here. The leaders of the three top sects in the world today are divided into three parties, surrounded by leaders of other sects and force organizations, as well as several casual cultivators.
The lowest level of cultivation among those present is Mahayana.
As if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, everyone's eyes were focused on the leader of Taichu Temple, waiting for his first words.
The leader of Taichu Temple spoke, but the content of his words was beyond everyone’s expectations——
"Everyone, before we proceed with our discussion, there is something I must tell you frankly."
He glanced at everyone's face, and paused slightly when passing by the heads of Ni Ya Palace and Wu Feng Sword Sect.
"In this catastrophe, we are Renxiu's last trump card. Other than that, there is no way out."
