The Yunji Sect's mountain protection formation collapsed, but fortunately the Xuanpo Sword held down the entire mountain and did not cause much vibration.

The ice-blue giant sword was like a magic needle that stabilized the floating hearts of the Yunji Sect disciples.

The flattened Zhedan Peak sat bare and bare in the surrounding Lingshan Mountain, like a scar on the immortal sect. Every disciple who passed by the sword could not help but be attracted to it, with indignation on their faces, vowing to practice well and avenge the sect's shame.

It is naturally good to have such ambitions. The elders are happy to see that the disciples in the sect have become stronger after this incident, so they decided not to repair the remnant scene on Zhedan Peak, leaving this wound, and erect a monument and a platform on it for the disciples in the sect to come here to gain enlightenment.

A young man with fluttering sleeves passed by Zhedan Peak, stopped on the sword for a moment, and flew to the medical hall deep in the Yunji Sect.

He landed outside the spiritual herb garden in front of the medical hall. These herb gardens were extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, and swords were not allowed around the medical hall. He could only run quickly along the narrow stone path.

The sky-blue disciple's Taoist robe was like a tender green leaf, and the rapid wind brought up between his steps, stirring up a pool of green ripples as he walked along.

In a few breaths, he had run to the front yard of the hospital and saw a female cultivator walking out with some spiritual herbs hanging out to dry. His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Senior Sister Zhou, has Junior Sister Xiaobai come out of retreat?"

The called female cultivator stopped and looked at the newcomer helplessly, "How can it be that fast? You will come out in just one or two days?"

"Yes, she is not in retreat for a long time. She should come out in a day or two." The young man ran to her, bent down to take a breath, and immediately stood up straight, throwing his high ponytail behind him. His body and frame were almost fully grown, and he already had a dashing and heroic appearance, but his face still carried the youthfulness of a teenager, which made people see through his thoughts at a glance.

He lowered his voice, stepped forward, and asked shyly: "Senior Sister Zhou, just tell me, is Junior Sister Xiaobai still angry with me?"

Zhou Ting covered her mouth and chuckled, "How would I know."

A male disciple who heard the noise in the house ran out, "An Huai, why are you here again? Now everyone in the sect is busy rebuilding the house and repairing the formation, why are you so idle all day long."

An Huai bowed to the other party, "Senior Brother Zhao, I will go back right away. "He took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his sleeve, "Senior Sister Zhou, please help me give this to her as an apology, so that she can calm down."

After he stuffed the thing in, his face was red as if it was about to bleed. He didn't dare to stay for a moment, and without waiting for Senior Sister Zhou to respond, he turned around and ran out. After running a few steps, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Senior Sister, you must tell her that I made it myself. If..." If she forgives him, then put it on and show him.

An Huai pursed his lips and swallowed the words in his mouth. Even if she didn't forgive him, she could still wear it. It would definitely look good on her.

If she didn't calm down, he could just make something every day and send it to her. If one hairpin didn't work, he would make two. Bai Ying would never be angry with him for too long.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." An Huai bowed, turned around, and just like when he came, he quickly passed through the herb garden and left with his sword.

Senior Brother Zhao snorted unhappily, "You little brat, you really miss our little sister."

"What did they quarrel about?" Zhou Ting muttered, pinching the thing in his hand, guessing that it should be an ornament like a hairpin, and prepared to put it away first and give it to Bai Ying after she came out of seclusion.

Senior Brother Zhao smiled nonchalantly, "Don't they quarrel all the time?"

"That's true." Zhou Ting smiled and shook his head, "Child's temper."

The two were talking when a man walked out, his eyes fell on Zhou Ting's hand, and shouted, "Zhou Ting."

Zhou and Zhao turned around at the same time, bowed and saluted, "Master."

"No need." Jing Chongshan waved his hand gently and said to Zhou Ting, "Give me yours."

Zhou Ting was stunned, "Master, this is An Huai's apology to my junior sister..."

"Master, I heard it." Jing Chongshan's gentle expression suddenly frowned, and his eyebrows showed impatience. "Aying is in retreat at a critical moment. Don't let these irrelevant people disturb her."

Zhou Ting didn't dare to say anything more, and handed the things over with both hands. "Yes."

Jing Chongshan took the things and walked inside. When he was alone, he took off his handkerchief and took a look. It was a wooden hairpin carved from acacia wood, with a red bead the size of a fingernail embedded on it. It was very rough.

The light from the red bead seemed to shine into his eyes, and Jing Chongshan's eyes also showed a blood-red color. He swayed as if he couldn't stand steadily, and held on to the tree beside him, and tightened his five fingers.

The wooden hairpin and the red beads on it turned into dust. Jing Chongshan closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the red silk in his eyes had faded. He casually scattered the wood chips under the roots of the tree, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and threw them away.

Jing Chongshan raised his head and saw a little white bird flying from afar. He waved his sleeves to cover the traces under the tree, walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand and let the little white bird land in his palm, "Lingling, are you awake?"

The little white bird jumped twice in his hand, spread its wings and flew back.

Xiao Ling leaned on the bed, taking in everything through the eyes of the little white bird. She pressed her eyebrows, and Zhu Yan's voice echoed in her spirit platform like a ghost.

"Xiao Ling, your last medicinal bath is over. The miasma in your body has been cleared, and your internal spiritual meridians have recovered. You can also use the things that Sang Wumian left for you before his death. You don't need Jing Chongshan anymore."

"I think he can't hold on any longer and is about to go crazy. You'd better be careful, or he will go crazy and tell others how he treated you..."

Xiao Ling buried her face in her palms and begged, "Don't say it."

Zhu Yan laughed softly for a long time and continued the unfinished words, "...If so, you can't stay in Yunji Sect." He added in a sinister tone, "Although, this is not your fault."

[Fuck, Sang Wumian also left something for Lingling? Sang Gou, you are innocent. I swear I will never call you Sang Gou again. ]

[The worst one is Zhu Yan! Zhu Ni is trying to lead the heroine astray】

【Zhu Ni has the feeling of "I am in the quagmire, and I will also pull you into the quagmire", I love yandere! 】

【Damn Jing Chongshan! Bai Ying is such a lovely girl, but she died in his hands like this, and the young boy's youthful love died like this, I am going to cry. 】

【The heroine has been messed up for a long time. She could still deceive herself and say that she didn't know before, but after the last medicinal bath, she knew everything clearly, and she didn't know which girl died for her. 】

【The bullet screen should also put themselves in her shoes. Xiao Ling can't turn back. If she refuses the last medicinal bath, then all the people before her will die in vain. Besides, who doesn't want to live? No one can refuse the temptation to live. 】

[This drama has collapsed to the point where it has nothing to do with the original novel. Fans of the book don't recognize this heroine, and fans

of the drama are also requested to separate the book from the drama, and don't watch the drama and then go back to the original novel to be negative.] [It's so funny, didn't the heroine in the original novel also survive by relying on Nie Yinzhi's golden elixir and eyes? They both sacrificed others to achieve themselves, is there any difference?]

Nie Yinzhi and Gu Jiang were choosing horses in the horse market. The place Gu Jiang was going to was in the Qingzhou area, which was seven or eight days away from Linxian City. Originally, they wanted to buy a carriage, but after Nie Yinzhi saw the horse, he immediately changed his mind and wanted to ride a horse.

Gu Jiang didn't want to pay attention to her at first. Nie Yinzhi waved her wrist tied with a ribbon in front of him, as if she was going to touch her if he didn't agree. "Then I can only find other happiness."

Gu Jiang's eyes sank: "Am I too tolerant of you?"

Nie Yinzhi took a half step back, and was about to cry, "Don't be cruel to me, I'm scared."

Gu Jiang: "..." Is this cruel to her?

Yanyan Rabbit stomped his feet aside, forgetting his foot injury, and hissed in pain, "What are you afraid of!

In the end, the devil chose to compromise.

Nie Yinzhi took a fancy to a tall and beautiful Arabian horse. The golden hair and beautiful muscles made her unable to walk at the first sight.

But this horse is beautiful, but also has a violent temper. As soon as Nie Yinzhi approached to touch it, the horse snorted fiercely.

The boss advised: "Girl, be careful, this horse has a fierce temper, and ordinary people can't subdue it."

Nie Yinzhi quickly retreated to Gu Jiang's side and grabbed his sleeve, "Brother."

Yanyan Rabbit limped behind her and heard her call "brother". He was sweating coldly and almost vomiting in disgust.

Feng Hanxuan could see that Nie Yinzhi relied on this coquettish and cute method to deceive Gu Jiang. Or his master had seen too few women, so he would fall for such low-level sweet talk.

Gu Jiang tilted his head to take a look at the precious horse, and the horse raised its head and neighed, then shook its head and pulled the reins to retreat, but Gu Jiang narrowed his eyes and froze it in place, and it trembled and lowered its noble head.

While waiting for him to tame the precious horse, Nie Yinzhi looked up and saw this series of barrages. The plot just turned to them, and the content of the previous plot in the barrage had not disappeared yet.

"Bai Ying..." She whispered softly, and a lively figure jumping up and down emerged in her mind.

Nie Yinzhi and Bai Ying had met several times. When she came to Zhedan Peak to deliver elixirs, she couldn't help but lick her snacks. Afterwards, she made sachets to express her gratitude, and said shyly that she wanted to pack a few pieces of peach blossom cake to take away.

She still remembered the other person's red cheeks. Nie Yinzhi asked her in a hurry who she was going to bring them to. Bai Ying was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to put her head into her sleeves, "A nasty ghost, I think the snacks here are the best in the world, but he insisted that I have never seen the world and have never eaten good things, so I think everything is delicious."

Nie Yinzhi was unhappy on the spot, and immediately asked the cook to make all the snacks she was good at, fill two large food boxes, and let Bai Ying take them away, making sure she watched the "nasty ghost" eat and comment.

The next day, Bai Ying came with an apology letter to the annoying ghost. Her crescent-shaped eyes were bright. She couldn't help but smile and pleaded, "Senior Sister Nie, he knows he is wrong. Don't blame him."

A hand reached out and lifted her chin. Gu Jiang looked at her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nie Yinzhi came back to her senses and shook her head, "Nothing."

Gu Jiang didn't ask any more questions and said, "Your horse is obedient. Go and pay."

"Don't you want to pick one?" Nie Yinzhi took out a stack of gold leaves from the mustard seed and said very generously, "I can afford it."

Gu Jiang said calmly, "I can't ride a horse."