(bgm "Sword Sorrow" - selected from Xuanyuan Sword·Yun Zhiyao...)

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“…Ziying”.

Ziying stood on the platform, staring at the star dust in the sky with her breath, and heard someone calling her, turned around and saw Mengli standing behind her, and asked, "Are you awake? Where are the others in Jiuzhou?"

Two days have passed since the last inheritance test. Su Ling has already woken up after swallowing the Thunder Spirit Pearl and entering meditation. During these two days, Meng Li, Zi Xuan and Jian Jiuzhou did not waste it. Taking advantage of the sufficient spiritual energy and the speed of time here, he continued to practice his own skills. The cultivation of the three people has improved very quickly in the past two days, and the skills of the three people are no less than that of Ziying before.

However, compared with the speed of progress of the three, Ziying seemed a little stagnant. Since Ziying's Fuxi Eight Formation Book does not have a specific practice method, she cannot directly practice and improve her skills like the three of them. She can only follow the methods in the star-watching strategy to understand the stars and improve her realm step by step. The only thing that is fortunate is that after obtaining the Fuxi Eight Formation Book, Ziying's ice flame energy has reached saturation, and is much more flexible in control than before. It can coexist at the same time. It does not take a second to switch to the substitute.

Meng Li said: "They woke up too, but the young master of Jiuzhou is still studying his Xuanyuan Jie Bing Record. Zixuan just found a new inscription behind the stone tablet and is interpreting..."

When Ziying heard this, she said helplessly: "Why is Zixuan so uneasy? If she hadn't obtained the inheritance of ancient martial arts this time and allowed everyone's strength to leap, she wouldn't have practiced so hard like in the past two days. After she went back, she would talk to the saint, so as not to delay her blessing..."

Looking at Ziying's tender face, she looked old-fashioned, Meng Li couldn't help but pursed the corners of her lips and said, "Your tone is really the same as when my father taught me to read and read... If I hadn't known in advance, I would have thought you were really Zixuan's biological brother..."

"Uh..." Ziying was stunned when she heard this and smiled bitterly: "I'm used to it... When I was in Qionghua, although I was my master, the one who taught me was my master. Usually I live with my uncle and others, which caused some gaps when I was with my peers. As long as they made mistakes, I subconsciously taught in the tone of my elders."

"Qionghua..." When I heard these two words, Meng Li's smile suddenly calmed down, and she changed into a heavy and difficult expression. She looked at Ziying and said, "Ziying... Is Qionghua important to you...? I mean, if one day Qionghua is gone, what will you do..."

"Why do you ask this? What does Qionghua palm mean?..." Ziying was puzzled, but when she recalled the scene of Qionghua falling in the original work, Ziying didn't care about Meng Li's strange expression, and said in a deep tone: "I was sent to Qionghua by my parents since I was a child. Qionghua is my second home for me. People in the sect are like my relatives... If one day, these are gone, I..."

"..." Meng Li looked at Ziying deeply, waiting for her next words. Ziying's answer will eventually become her choice...

"No!" Ziying suddenly shook her head, raised her head from her thoughts, and said firmly: "I won't let this day happen! Absolutely not! Even if I use my life, I will protect Qionghua!"

"You...!" Ziying answered Meng Li in a change of direction. She knew her attitude. Although she expected the answer from the beginning, the expectation in her heart could not help but fail. Meng Li felt ache in her heart, her expressionless eyes closed, and said with deep meaning: "Is that...it seems that Qionghua is really important to you..."

Ziying, who was disturbed by this topic, couldn't help but interrupt, "Okay Mengli, let's stop talking about this... Let's talk about something else, talk about yourself, what are your plans in the future?"

"Me?"...What did you ask me to say? The pain of becoming an enemy in the future or the trouble of opposing identity positions... Meng Li pursed her lips and said calmly: "Since God has given me a wonderful book like Shennong Hundred Herbs, I have to do something within my ability. Things I could not do or do before... For my people, I will achieve it even if it is difficult!"

"Son people?" Ziying was puzzled at first, but later she remembered that Meng Li's adoptive father was the county magistrate of Shouyang, and said without a doubt: "Are you talking about the people of Shouyang? Do you want to open a clinic? This idea is very good. It is also a merit to save lives and do more good deeds..."

Seeing that Ziying misunderstood her meaning, Meng Li did not explain, and opened her mouth and said, "It's almost the same... Ziying, if one day I did something that I thought was right and you thought was wrong, which made us disagree and might make each other resent each other, would you still treat me as a friend?"

"What's the matter? It's so serious..." Perhaps misled by the original work, Ziying subconsciously did not think about Mengli's memory, nor could she stand in Mengli's position to understand her heart at the moment. Ziying shook her head and smiled and said, "I can't imagine what kind of differences will make me quarrel with you... or even resent the other party..."

Meng Li said indifferently: "Who can predict the things in the world..."

Upon hearing this, Ziying corrected her expression and asked, "It's very serious?"

"It's very serious, so serious..." Meng Li paused and said, "It's so serious that I don't want to see you again in this life...or, you don't want to see me again..."

"Mengli, you..."

"Brother Ziying, Sister Mengli, so you are here..." Just as Ziying was about to say something, Zixuan suddenly came behind the two of them, smiled and pulled Ziying's hand and said, "Brother Ziying,...I found some interesting things on the stone tablet, I will take you to see... Sister Mengli, do you want to come together..."

Ziying patted Zixuan's head helplessly, and said to Mengli, "Mengli, you just..."

"..." I glanced at the hands that Ziying and Zixuan were holding each other. Meng Li's face turned dark, and she stroked her forehead with her hand and showed a hint of fatigue: "No, it's nothing...you go, I'm a little tired of using my skills just now, I want to be alone..."

"You... then you should take a rest..." Seeing that Meng Li didn't want to say anything anymore, and Zi Xuan repeatedly dragged her back, Zi Ying followed Zi Xuan helplessly.

"..." Looking at the figures of Ziying and Zixuan pulling away, Meng Li's fingertips showed off several silver needles for a long time. Until the needle pierced into the index finger, a drop of bright red dripping, and the pain stimulated Meng Li's reaction nerve, she would feel enlightened and sighed: "Maybe, the person who is by your side is someone else, I will be happier..."

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"Zi Xuan, you said you brought me here to see things, but I can't even understand the things on it..." Zi Xuan pulled Zi Ying behind the five statues, and said in front of the previous stone tablet that recorded the words of the demon clan.

"Wait first, but after reading it, Ziying... Brother, can you answer a question?"

Seeing Zixuan looking at herself with a sarcastic look, Ziying said unnaturally: "You...what happened to you and Mengli today? They are all like this..."

"..." Zi Xuan bit her lower lip lightly, and silently pulled Ziying's hand. Her other palm approached the stone tablet and closed her eyes. A five-colored light appeared on her body.

Ziying only felt a flash in front of her eyes. After a period of time travel that seemed dizzy and awake, she found that she and Zixuan came to a devastated plane together...

"here it is…"

As they turned their eyes, the two came to a palace with an ancient atmosphere. In the palace, there were three figures, two of which were beautiful women with human heads and snake bodies, wearing palace clothes and kind faces. Judging from their similar appearance and temperament, they should be a mother and daughter, while the other was a pretty face. Although they were dressed in men's clothes, they could still see the tenderness of women, and there was a heroic girl between their eyebrows.

The snake girl mother seemed to be saying something to the girl, and the girl was looking in front of her with a solemn face, floating on the altar full of appendix spells, with a dim and dull bronze ancient sword.

Ziying only felt that the sword looked familiar. When she walked closer, when Ziying saw the sword clearly, she couldn't help but say, "Xuanyuan Sword!"

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This chapter ends

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