Mr. Zhao and his son both died in the accident. Originally, most of the injuries were borne by Song Wenjing, but unfortunately, their mortal bodies could not withstand even a trace of ghost energy. Their limbs were broken and they died miserably.
Yu'er's body was not even found, and no one knew whether she was crushed to ashes by Mei Niang.
After the evil spirit that was harming the people was eliminated, Qingshi Town returned to its former peace.
All the disciples of the Tianluan Sect boarded the flying boat and began to return.
Ruan Mian suddenly remembered something and hurried to the courtyard, but it was empty.
There was absolutely no sign of human habitation, as if everything was just her fantasy.
"Grandma Qi! Zhilu! Where are you?"
Silence, no one answered...
They left without even saying goodbye to her. The girl pursed her lips sadly.
The senior brother was urging her, and the girl took a last look and left in a hurry.
After she left, two blurry figures appeared in the originally empty yard.
A childish voice said, "Sister, I'm sorry, we can't see you..."
Tianluan Sect.
Countless mountains stand tall in the sky, with clouds and mist shrouding the peaks, like the gate to the fairyland, separating the mortal world from the world of cultivation.
The girl's dress fluttered as she stepped into the spiritual plant garden, where the scenery was pleasant and quiet.
She walked lightly through the flower path and quietly approached Senior Sister Zi Ling who was watering the flowers.
He covered his lips and coughed.
Zi Ling turned around, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she complained: "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back? I didn't have time to make you something delicious."
The girl smiled and reminded, "I have been fasting for a long time, I am no longer a child."
Zi Ling didn't know yet that more than half of the disciples she sent out were killed or injured.
Then he rubbed the top of her head and asked, "Did you have fun on this trip to Bluestone Town? Were you scared by that thing?"
Hearing this, the girl lowered her head and pursed her lips, a look of sadness on her face.
Zi Ling realized that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly hugged her to comfort her.
"Don't be sad, it's good that you're back. I'll take you to the back mountain to catch fish, dear."
He pondered for a while.
Seeing her senior sister's anxious look, Ruan Mian couldn't help laughing out loud, "I just lied to you!"
The woman put one hand on her waist and pinched her little face, her hand felt soft.
"Okay you little rascal, let me tickle you."
The girl covered her armpits to avoid the attack, and the two chased each other among the spiritual plants.
Tired of playing, sit down and drink tea.
"Since you were away for a while, Master scolded me several times!"
Zi Ling frowned in distress. "Oh, right, I used the same method as you, but the Glazed Fruit just won't bloom. Tomorrow, can you help me figure out what went wrong?"
"good."
It was obvious that the problem could be solved by using dust-removing spells one by one, but Zi Ling insisted on taking her quilt and clothes out to dry in the sun, saying that this would allow them to smell like the sun and be more comfortable to cover themselves with.
The girl held her chin and looked at him, feeling warm in her heart.
I went back to the house and took out the clothes that Grandma Qi gave me to show my senior sister.
I don't know when a tear appeared on the shoulder and I can't wear it anymore.
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of sewing method, and the material doesn't look like something you can buy on the market."
Zi Ling had never seen such strange clothes. They felt soft and comfortable to the touch. She shook her head to indicate that she didn't know how to sew.
"I'll ask the embroiderer for you when I go down the mountain. Also, this fabric is not common here."
the next day.
Ruan Mian went to visit Mu Feng and Senior Sister Xiyue. They were both seriously injured and had not yet woken up.
Finally, we arrived at Song Wenjing's house.
The man lay on the sandalwood bed, his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed.
His long hair was scattered like black clouds, messy and disordered, contrasting with his haggard face.
The injury was not light. Song Wenjing's face was as pale as jade, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and was wrapped in bandages.
The blood on the bandage around the wound is gradually spreading, it's time to change the dressing.
The person taking care of him is not here. He may have gone out for something.
Ruan Mian helped to untie the bandage, and her face flushed when her fingertips touched the other person's warm skin.
The next moment, he held her fingers tightly, and she was still unconscious.
The girl couldn't struggle free and called him softly, "Brother Song, I'm changing the dressing for you, can you please let go?"
The man was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself, shouting nervously.
"Junior sister, run!"
The girl wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said softly, "Brother, I'm fine, really fine, don't worry."
After comforting her for a long time, he let go.
The girl's delicate wrists were pinched, leaving red marks.
Soon she received news that the second elder wanted to see her.
After all, her fellow brothers and sisters were all seriously injured, but she was unharmed, which was extremely unusual.
Xiaoyuan stayed in the house because she was afraid of being discovered because the other party's cultivation level was too high.
"Just tell the truth. You won't lie anyway."
Inside the Fusheng Palace.
What comes into view is a bright scene. There is a huge skylight in the dome, and the sunlight illuminates the entire hall.
The huge redwood pillars were carved with patterns she couldn't understand.
The statue in the center is carved from bronze, several feet tall and lifelike.
The statue had a kind face and slightly closed eyes. Standing in front of the statue, Ruan Mian couldn't help but feel a solemn atmosphere coming towards him.
He was the founder of the Tianluan Sect, and the girl felt inexplicably guilty.
I am a rabbit spirit and I am most afraid of places like this. I feel like I have nowhere to hide.
But I can't run away.
Her fingers clutched the robe tightly, leaving deep marks with her nails.
Although he tried hard to remain calm, his lips were slightly pale and he was tense and uneasy.
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