The eaves are blown by the wind.

Ning Yi returned to the house, and he stood silently in front of the girl's pavilion without pushing the door open.

Fearing that Qingmeng would disturb the girl, she stood quietly for a while.

The wind is a little noisy.

Ning Yi was not sleepy at all. After Luoshi Lake and Ye Hongfu parted, his mind couldn't calm down.

Every scene, every frame, is switched in your mind and freezes.

Every word Chen Yi said on the mountain.

Each word turns into a little bit of Mars, burning little by little.

He seemed to have seen the near future...or a fire that was about to take place in front of him, but where did this fire start?

Are you one of the sparks?

The mountain scroll in Xinhu Lake is magnificently unfolding, and the starlight from the three or four hills around it is absorbed.

"Crazy--"

Some Taoists who were still practicing at Dao Sect who were not sleeping late at night frowned at this moment. The spiritual energy and starry light around them seemed to have been plundered and were uncontrolled. The abundant spiritual energy of Luojia Mountain gathered like a stream in the night sky... and all rushed towards Ning Yi's mountain.

The courtyard on the mountain.

Ning Yi let out a long breath and came to the yard. There was a sycamore tree standing in the yard. The leaves had fallen, and the surface of the smooth trunk seemed to be covered with a layer of wax.

There was a clang.

Draw the sword and unsheathed.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin snow that had broken a gap... With the sharp edge of the thin snow, breaking a crack did indeed destroy the perfection of the entire sword, but it was actually nothing serious.

He grabbed the scabbard with his backhand and a thread of his robe swept up.

A "sharp" sound.

The thin snow returns to the sheath.

The huge sycamore tree made a fine tremor at the connection between the waist. The tremor was so slight and the amplitude was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, Wutong shook a little and a little, and the entire tree body was cut in half by the sword energy, and the upper half was about to slide down.

Ning Yi raised one hand and gathered a majestic starlight in his palm. He gently pressed his palm against the body of the sycamore tree, and did not push down the ancient tree with force... Instead, he kept it stable and stood firm, and used the absorbed starlight to warm the meridians of the tree body cut off by the sword energy.

At the break, the starry sky is circling and ringing.

After several breaths, Ning Yi let go of his palm.

The speed of the Xixue sword energy is enough to achieve "the painless Wutong"... If this sword falls on the practitioner, it should be able to kill it.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows, and his expression was still a little solemn.

Kill the lower one above.

He was carrying a Vajra body, the top magical magic of the sword-holder, and the "child" left to him by the ancestor of the West Sea, either of which was enough to kill, and he could not use Xixue at all.

But want to kill below.

This gap in Xixue will be enlarged.

What if my sword hits the monk at the peak of the tenth level? What if the other party has a Vajra body?

Ning Yi stroked the hilt of the sword with his fingers. He looked at the "Xiaoxue" who accompanied his entire journey of cultivation. A sudden unstable thought arose in his heart, as if it was some kind of ominous sign, warning himself in the dark...

Just as Ye Hongfu said, the lack of fine snow is a big issue that cannot be ignored and is very important.

...

...

The breeze blows by and blows on the paper window to eliminate the soundlessness.

The house is peaceful and peaceful.

The woman lying on the bed was half covered with a quilt. She took off her blue clothes and hung the cloth shirt next to the bed, folded neatly. Because she was hit by the coldness of the Snow Demon Lord... her face was still a little pale.

The girl's weak body curled up together, wrapped her arms around her chest, and looked like a porcelain doll.

After taking the "Golden Pill" from Shushan and the "Red Beard" from the Zixiao Palace of Daozong, most of the cold air in her body has been cleared.

Now only some tiny residues are left, flowing in the meridians.

The sword cage on the forehead was like a big red date, emitting a light and lustery light. Ning Yi used the mountain scroll to draw starlight from several surrounding hills, and at this moment they were sent here silently... The curtains of the bed in the pavilion swayed gently, and the soft star aura was absorbed by the sword cage.

This "sword sect" is the only thing that Lord Pei Min left to his daughter.

Straws of starlight were transported to all over the body.

Pei Fan's fingers and limbs were still cold, but the heat flow would have a moment of warmth.

She seemed to have returned to the heavy snowfall in Xiling many years ago.

Before meeting Ning Yi.

She was placed in the Buddhist niche, with only a Luojia token on her body... The token contained the blood and cultivation of the old mountain master Luojia, which gave herself a warm protection, but the warmth did not last long.

For those few dozen hours, those few hours of lying in the temple were blown by the wind, snow and cold air... without Xu Zang and Ning Yi.

That was the most helpless time in her life.

The sleeping girl frowned, as if she had returned to that moment.

Her forehead was hot, and after entering the first state, the practitioner's body would be instilled with starlight... The diseases and pain of mortals will go away. They embark on the road of cultivation and seek for immortality. If they get sick, it means that their physical condition is very bad.

The girl's physical condition is very bad at this moment... The golden elixir and red beard have removed most of the cold air, and the last trace is left deep in the bone marrow and difficult to dissipate.

Zhou You underestimated the Snow Demon Lord and the vicious magic of the three disasters in the East Realm.

In the attic where the night is quiet.

The girl clamped the corners of the quilt with her hands tightly and pinched out deep wrinkles.

Consciousness is erratic.

She saw the general's mansion falling in heavy snow.

I heard my father's voice.

During the six months of retreat, I was struggling to pursue the secrets in the sword sect, and that ethereal voice always appeared.

But I can't catch it myself.

At this moment, in the nightmare, the sound seemed to be no longer blurry and became clearer.

"Half of Jianzang..."

“Just…”

"The tomb of clothing."

What kind of clothes...

The girl's consciousness in the high fever seemed to have captured two extremely important words.

Half of the sword trap... is in the tomb of clothes.

Everyone, including Xu Zang, believed that General Pei Min had nothing in the battle of Tiandu Xue Ye and did not carry any weapons, but in fact it was not... He only brought a sword.

Pei Min's sword trap is half of which treasure the ancient swords in the world. The grade level is from low to high, like flowing water, and there are endless lines. His "sword control and pointing to kill" technique is unparalleled in the world. With one move, the sword tide is overwhelming, and countless sword energy is scattered to the earth, and one person can attack the city and siege the earth.

The other half... the half that is never known to the world.

Just to hide a sword.

Those who have seen this sword unsheathed... are all dead.

Except for one person.

The man who was about to take his last step in the palace.

This extremely important news was buried deeply by him... No one told me, even Xu Zang, the most trusted disciple, did not know it.

He left half of the sword sect to his daughter to protect her life.

In Rakshasa City, in Yangping Cave Heaven, the remaining sword energy and images of Lord Pei Min have appeared several times... If you choose to live your life in a simple way, then this half of the sword sacrificial way is enough.

If the girl makes another choice.

If her daughter insists on choosing to follow her old path... Then the other half of the sword he left behind, the ancient sword that should have been buried deep in the ground forever, still has the chance to show its sharpness.

The gentle wind sways.

The middle-aged man in red shirt, carrying an ancient sword sheath, slowly condensed on the bed. He was just a thought condensed by a ray of starlight... without substance, he could not touch it.

He just stared at his daughter quietly.

The second secret of Jianzang has been opened.

In fact, he should have expected... how could his daughter be willing to be ordinary?

Even if your head is bleeding, you will definitely pick up the sword.
To be continued...