At the entrance of an alley in Dongjingling, a young priest apprentice from Yunqin looked up at the sky.

The white priest robe on his body has become filthy, but after experiencing the battle of Dong Jingling and seeing many Yunqin soldiers risking their lives in the battle in the past two days, this young Yunqin priest apprentice seemed to have endured

After some kind of cleansing, his appearance became firmer, and under the sunlight, his body seemed to exude some real brilliance.

But there was a little doubt in his eyes at this moment.

Because according to various signs from the past few days, it will rain lightly today.

However, at dawn today, the rain has stopped, and the sun is shining brightly.

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"You are really beautiful."

In a small courtyard of Wuweiguan, Nightingale looked at Qin Xiyue and admired.

Qin Xiyue knew that she was beautiful, even though she looked very tired and haggard after the war.

But in this battle, the casualties of those Yunqin soldiers made her not want to think about this issue at all. She just said a little depressed: "What's the use of beauty? You can't kill two more enemies."

The nightingale laughed.

Smiling made the wrinkles on her face deeper and denser.

"You don't think beauty is a kind of capital, but many people think beauty is a kind of capital. At least I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you fighting on the battlefield in my life." She smiled,

Looking at Qin Xiyue, she said: "When I was your age, I was also very beautiful."

Qin Xiyue didn't understand why Nightingale said such words. She turned her head and looked at the wrinkled old woman in a depressed mood. Then she quickly saw something, and her beautiful eyelashes began to tremble.

The delicate lips also began to quiver.

"After my death, there will be no one in the Jiang family in Zhongzhou City. But I want to pass on this sonic technique."

Nightingale glanced at Qin Xiyue's delicate and beautiful face, looked at the bells on her wrist that were like little flowers, and chuckled: "I like you very much, a girl."

Qin Xiyue had never seen Nightingale before, and the only stories about her were that she took action in Zhongzhou City and saved Zhongcheng.

However, at this moment, looking into Nightingale's eyes and knowing that this female saint who was born in Liuxiang was about to pass away, she could not help but feel deeply sad.

"The Jiang family's sound vibration method has some similarities with the soul weapon given to you by Qingluan Academy. You have to understand that any powerful cultivation method is based on some foundations of the predecessors and moves forward.

Go further. If I had a soul weapon like you thirty years ago, I might be able to understand many things. In Zhongzhou City, it is not necessarily possible to kill Ni Henian." Nightingale slowly stretched out her hand.

, passing a fish-shaped jade pendant covered with many small words into Qin Xiyue's hand, "Now this kind of thing can only be done by you."

The jade pendant is very warm and light.

Qin Xiyue held the jade pendant tightly in her hand.

Seeing Qin Xiyue's strength and calmness, Nightingale, who had put down the last thing on her mind, smiled even more with satisfaction, and then coughed.

Every time she coughed, there seemed to be an extra wrinkle on her face.

These wrinkles seemed to obscure her vision.

Her eyes gradually dimmed amidst the coughing sound, and she grew old in this small courtyard and passed away from this world.

Qin Xiyue is indeed a very strong girl, but seeing this old woman leaving this world peacefully with a smile on her face, she couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes just like Lin Xi did that day.

She could see from Nightingale's eyes that when Nightingale looked at her, she wanted to see herself when she was young.

She could also feel that there were many similar things between Nightingale and her.

It's just that Nightingale's background is not good, so until now, Nightingale only said that she likes her as a girl, and didn't say anything else.

How did a woman who was born in the world become a Saint Master in the end... What kind of wonderful stories did she have back then? What kind of entanglements were there between her and Jiang Yanzhi, and why did she end up living in seclusion?

In the Yellow Bird View?

After all, with her passing, no one can know all these stories.

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In the Falling Star Mausoleum, the sacred tree Feihe landed on the top of the city, waiting for Gu Yunjing and other military generals to arrive.

Gao Yanan's shoulders sank.

She saw that Lin Xi had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder.

The bright sunshine shone on his face, and he slept very soundly, like a child.

There were many Yunqin soldiers around.

She was a little shy, but when she thought about what happened in Dong Jingling, and what she, Lin Xi, and Jiang Xiaoyi said at that time, she calmed down. However, she kept her body close to Lin Xi, making Lin Xi sleep more comfortably.

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Gu Yunjing and some military generals came to Lin Xi and Gao Yanan.

Seeing Lin Xi who was sleeping soundly, the veteran made a gesture. Without waking up Lin Xi, who was obviously extremely tired, he directly ordered a tent to be set up outside the sacred tree flying crane.

Many Yunqin soldiers fell into a deep sleep like Lin Xi the moment they sat down or lay down.

From every corner of the entire city, snores came one after another.

Many soldiers who had been on leave from earlier took over their posts. All these soldiers were gentle and could not bear to wake up the tired and sleeping city.

Amidst the snoring one after another, one of the most heavily guarded warehouses in the Falling Star Tomb quietly opened.

Guarding this warehouse is the most powerful Black Flag Army among the Dragon and Snake Border Army.

Even at the most critical moment of the previous battle at Falling Star Tomb, this black flag army always stayed here, and no one left.

Inside this warehouse, stacked are just large rafts that have not yet been inflated.

Just as the warehouse of Falling Star Mausoleum was opened, a carriage carried Xu Zhenyan back to Zhongzhou City.

After stepping out of the carriage, the young man who returned to Zhongzhou City found that many things had changed.

He found that some places had turned into ruins, and some of the rice in the ruins had even sprouted and grown long and thin in the ruins.

He found that some people did not return to Zhongzhou City.

…

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Just about the same time.

A flock of vultures circled the north shore of Falling Star Lake.

Wenren Cang Yue, who had already changed into ordinary cloth, was just below this large group of vultures that covered the sky and the sun.

In front of him, there was also a priest from Purgatory Mountain.

This Priest of Purgatory Mountain was as young as the Priest of Purgatory Mountain whom he killed in Qianxia Mountain, and his cultivation level was almost the same.

However, at this moment, the Priest of Purgatory Mountain was even colder and arrogant than the Priest of Purgatory Mountain at that time. He showed no fear in front of Wenren Cangyue, but instead showed a touch of contempt.

Even though he knew that Wenren Cangyue would still have the ability to kill him if she took action at this time.

Of course he is not blindly arrogant or has something wrong with his head.

The reason why he is so cold and arrogant and still full of majesty in front of Wenren Cang Yue is because he represents Purgatory Mountain and the leader of Purgatory Mountain.

He is the person designated by the Master of Purgatory Mountain and can make certain judgments and decisions on behalf of the Master of Purgatory Mountain.

"Senior Brother Shentu is dead...even Li Ku's sword given to you by the headmaster was destroyed in your hands. Moreover, your injuries are enough to cause you to decline directly from prosperity. From now on, your internal organs can only become stronger.

You are getting older and you can no longer be strong. I am afraid that you will not be able to cross the line of the Great Saint Master in this life. I would like to ask General Wenren on behalf of the headmaster, in the face of such a defeat and these undeniable blames, what else do you have?

What qualifications do you have to live?" This young disciple of Purgatory Mountain, whose skin on his face was slightly blue, who had only mastered magic transformation and whose cultivation level was only at the level of a great soul master, looked at Wenren Cang Yue with a touch of contempt and asked.

If it had been anyone else, facing this kind of question that represented the meaning of the leader of Purgatory Mountain, he would probably have to explain a lot in panic.

But Wenren Cang Yue just said calmly first: "The greater the difficulty is the Holy Master, the headmaster will naturally feel more at ease."

The young Priest of Purgatory Mountain frowned slightly, but pondered for a moment, and said: "This is a reason, but I don't guarantee that this reason is enough. Especially when you know that you can't lose, but still lose, your ability and

If you are careful, you will be questioned at the same time.”

Wen Ren Cang Yue still glanced at the Purgatory Mountain Priest calmly and said: "In any battle, before the final winner is determined, the only thing that matters is the value gained. This battle is a defeat for me.

Yes, but not necessarily for Purgatory Mountain. I will help the master to solve the thing that he is most afraid of."

The young Priest of Purgatory Mountain frowned deeply. His eyes kept flickering, as if he was constantly thinking about the meaning of Wenren Cangyue's words.

Soon, he seemed to have figured it out, and his face no longer looked arrogant. Instead, he bowed to Wenren Cangyue and said politely: "In that case, I will wait for the good news from General Wenren.

"

Wen Ren Cang Yue looked at the pale blue face of the young Priest of Purgatory Mountain and the high red divine crown on his head, and there was a look in his eyes that looked like a pitiful creature.

He didn't make a sound, just nodded.

However, in his heart, he said to himself indifferently and sarcastically: "No matter how majestic he is, he is just a dog without his own thoughts and relying on his master's skin... Even if he cannot touch the Great Saint Master, who can say that the Saint Master will

You must not be able to kill the Great Sage Master?"

Li Ku's sword was broken and disappeared from the world.

But he has owned this sword for a long time.

And he is one of the strongest Taoist wizards in the world.

Even if someone like Nangong Weiyang can advance to the level of Saint Master faster than him, his understanding of cultivation methods and martial arts may still be far behind him.

Therefore, the appearance of Li Ku's sword has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

For him, the most important and powerful thing in the world should be the sword imprinted in his mind.

"Ten years, wouldn't it be too long?"

When she turned around and looked at the vultures circling in the sky, Wenren Cangyue asked herself indifferently, and then answered herself, "Ten years is indeed too long...so I won't give you ten years."
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