In Cihong Hall, the curtains were lowered, and the light in the hall dimmed a lot. The clam fluid in the round plate began to glow, and at first glance it looked like a full moon lying on the ground.

Xiao Ling's consciousness was immersed in it and she lost consciousness. The female disciple squatted behind her and supported Xiao Ling's shoulders.

Mist soon rose from the full moon, and the white mist spread in the hall.

The soul-searching technique is to break into the spirit platform and actively grab the required information. This is very damaging to the mind. Unless the person is guilty and has been convicted, the soul-searching technique should not be used easily.

The presentation of the memory of the spirit platform needs external guidance. Yan Yi asked: "Xiao Ling, when did Jing Chongshan start to treat you, and how did he treat you?"

As he asked, a scene emerged from the white mist. The scene showed the high platform of the barrier hub on Mingxiao Peak, where the elders of several major sects gathered to guard the barrier.

There was another person on the platform, the eldest son of the Ruan family, a family of spells.

This was three days after they knew that Nie Yinzhi and Gu Jiang had a symbiotic curse in their bodies, and they failed to lure Nie Yinzhi into the sword formation with the Ruyi sword energy to kill him.

The once-prominent family of spells fell into decline, and was attacked by their own spells. All the members of the family were wiped out. This eldest son was only a branch of the Ruan family. He knew very little about the symbiotic spell.

The only useful information provided by Mr. Ruan was that the symbiotic spell was divided into master and slave. According to the elders' investigation, it was very likely that the master spell was on Nie Yinzhi.

Jing Chongshan appeared on Mingxiao Peak, and the little white bird left from the corner of the front hall and returned to the back hall of Mingxiao with him.

Holding the little white bird in his hand, he hurriedly turned around the corridor and came to a secluded attic in the back hall. Xiao Ling leaned against a soft chair with a sick body. The beautiful skin supported by the magic pills could no longer cover the miasma spreading underneath. Under the clear skin, there were mottled miasma spots.

It was like a withering flower.

The elders in the hall couldn't help but feel pity and looked reluctant.

Yan Yi sighed silently, and a trace of guilt suddenly emerged in his heart. He couldn't help but reflect on himself. They were both on Mingxiao Peak, and they were devoted to guarding the barrier. They really ignored this disciple who was suffering from illness.

The scene in the clam mist was still going on. When Jing Chongshan came in, Xiao Ling forced herself to get up to greet him, but Jing Chongshan hurriedly stopped her and helped her sit back down.

"Lingling, I found a way to cure you." Jing Chongshan thought it was really exhausting and his face was full of fatigue. At this moment, his expression relaxed a little and he couldn't help but touch the stunned Xiao Ling's cheek, "I said, I will cure you." Xiao Ling

came back to her senses after a long time. She fell off the chair, bowed deeply, and said in a crying voice, "Uncle Master Jing is so kind. Xiao Ling has no way to repay you."

"What are you doing?" Jing Chongshan helped her up with a little stupidity in his eyes, "As long as you recover to your previous energetic appearance, it will be the greatest reward for your uncle."

Yan Yi frowned, and everyone in the hall could see that Jing Chongshan might have other thoughts about Xiao Ling.

But the two of them did not do anything beyond the limit. Jing Chongshan helped her sit down, sat down again, and said to her: "Your body is too weak, so we can only use a gentler method to penetrate the medicinal properties into your body through a medicinal bath. I have already collected the necessary spiritual herbs and medicines and soaked them in boiling water. Tomorrow at noon, I will send a disciple to take you to the medical hall and medicine hall. You need to enter the bath, and I will use spiritual power to guide the medicinal properties into your meridians and force out the miasma."

His explanation was really simple, and there was no abnormality.

Xiao Ling was puzzled and asked: "The miasma has penetrated into my bones. Can it really be forced out like this?"

"It's always right to try, Lingling, don't worry, it will definitely work." Jing Chongshan said again, "The miasma is connected to your flesh and blood. If you want to force it out, it will be unbearable..."

Xiao Ling immediately said: "Uncle Master, I'm not afraid of pain."

"I know you are a strong girl." Jing Chongshan smiled, "Lingling, do you trust your uncle?"

Xiao Ling nodded without hesitation, and even the little white bird on her shoulder chirped and nodded its head, looking naive. "Now, the person I trust the most is uncle Jing."

Jing Chongshan gazed at her tenderly, "That's good, since the pain can be avoided, your uncle will naturally not want you to be in pain. Before entering the bath, take the Soul-Severing Pill to temporarily sever the connection between the mind and the body." The Soul-

Severing Pill severs the connection between the mind and the body. The consciousness will be temporarily blocked, and even if others eat her body alive, she will not be able to detect it, which is extremely dangerous.

Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

Everyone felt bad when they heard about the God-breaking Pill. Sure enough, the next day, Xiao Ling was led into the medicine hall. After taking the God-breaking Pill, the scene in her consciousness disappeared.

When she woke up again, the treatment was completed. The vision of the little white bird was restored, and the scene reappeared in the clam mist. The next few treatments were the same.

An Huai stood in a corner of the hall, staring quietly at the figure in the clam mist. When Zhedan Peak was shaken, Bai Ying hurriedly reached out to help Xiao Ling, and her sleeves slid open, revealing a string of white pearls on her wrist. The

little white bird tilted its head and made a "chirp" sound.

Bai Ying pulled up her sleeves to cover the bracelet, blinked at the little white bird, and her face flushed. This bracelet was given to her by An Huai, but Bai Ying thought it was tacky and awkward, so she didn't want to wear it in front of him.

The boy's suppressed emotions almost burst because of this string of pearls. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, staring at the scene in the clam mist.

This time, Bai Ying didn't leave as usual after sending her off. She was left behind by Jing Chongshan to help. When Xiao Ling woke up after losing consciousness, she was nowhere to be seen.

When Xiao Ling asked about Junior Sister Bai Ying, Jing Chongshan chuckled twice, shook his head and sighed, "She helped me heal your injuries today, and she had some insights. She couldn't wait to go into seclusion before you woke up."

An Huai clenched his fists and stared at the screen, wishing he could take in all the details.

The sound of the Yunji Sect disciples talking in a flurry came from the clam mist, which Xiao Ling heard when she went to Taoyuan.

Everyone in the hall had complicated expressions. Sang Wumian wanted to dissect Nie Yinzhi's golden elixir to heal Xiao Ling's injuries. It was all Nie Yinzhi's one-sided statement in the Cihong Hall that day. She whipped an inner disciple to death. That day in the hall, the elders of the Punishment Hall punished her in accordance with the rules of the sect.

This was just Nie Yinzhi's unfounded accusation. After the battle at Cihong Hall, there were indeed too many omissions in the sect, so that all kinds of rumors spread everywhere.

Xiao Ling returned to the sect after a narrow escape. Hearing these rumors, he was almost disheartened. He sat alone in Taoyuan, unable to recover for a long time.

A supreme elder sent a telepathic message to Yan Yi, "Brother, the information about Jing Chongshan's improper treatment was also conveyed by Nie Yin. She has been trapped in Zhedan Peak and left the sect after she came out. She has never set foot in the medical hall. How did she know how Jing Chongshan treated? I think she just wants to shake the hearts of the sect members."

"Of course I have thought about it." Yan Yi replied, "It's just that Jing Chongshan happened to be possessed by a demon, and there are indeed disciples missing in the sect, so we have to investigate it thoroughly."

The elder shook his head: "That night, the Zhedan Peak was broken and the demonic energy spread everywhere. Brother, you also know that the 'Blood Moon Shadow' can silently dissolve everything, even the soul cannot escape. I think these disciples are very likely to have died under the demonic energy."

Yan Yi was silent for a moment, and another female elder suddenly asked: "Xiao Ling, on the night when the Zhedan Peak was broken, how did the monster enter Taoyuan and abduct you?" The

white mist swayed for a moment, and a thick demonic energy suddenly spread from the white mist. A charming face emerged from the demonic energy. Everyone looked at it for several times before they realized that it was Nie Yinzhi's face. The demonic energy was too heavy and almost distorted.

At this time, the real Nie Yinzhi was in the demon's arms.

"Nie Yinzhi" rushed towards Xiao Ling.

Then the white mist suddenly dispersed and the scene disappeared.

"The consciousness was cut off. He should have been unconscious at the time." The elder who asked the question thought for a moment and looked at Yan Yi.

Yan Yi decided to continue asking, "Why did this monster take you away? What is the origin between you two?"

The white mist fluctuated for a long time. Xiao Ling resisted this question, but her resistance was useless. Her consciousness entered the clam liquid and could only be led by the nose.

A dark swamp emerged from the clam mist. Dozens of thick iron chains emerged from the swamp, making a rustling sound in the water. The iron chains flashed with the light of the seal inscription. In the center of the iron chains was tied a huge ferocious beast with white head and bare feet.

The beast raised its head, revealing a face exactly like Sang Wumian. A cold and familiar voice sounded, tempting: "Lingling, pick off that inscription. As long as I come out, Master will protect you."

Xiao Ling held the iron chain in her hand, her expression was absent-minded, and she was obviously bewitched by the snake. Her body, which was corroded by the miasma, was already stained with some black spots. She rubbed her eyes, and her vision was a little blurred.

Sang Wumian urged her, Xiao Ling gathered all his spiritual power in his hand and inserted a small inscription on the iron chain.

The inscription flashed, the talisman light dimmed, and finally disappeared. The whole body moved, the inscriptions on the iron chain collapsed one after another, and the talisman light became dimmer and dimmer.

At the moment when the last inscription dimmed, the loud sound of the iron chain breaking echoed throughout the hall. The clam mist was completely dark, but the sound of water in the swamp could be heard. Xiao Ling called softly: "Master?"

The person who had been quietly leaning on the shoulder of the female cultivator suddenly moved. She was shaking all over and resisted more violently. The clam mist began to stir again. Xiao Ling wanted to withdraw his consciousness.

Some ambiguous sounds came from the turbulent clam mist, and the faces of the people in the hall changed drastically, and they were a little embarrassed.

The female elder pushed Yan Yi and urged him, "Big Brother, cut it off!"

Yan Yi finally reacted, waved his sleeves and released Xiao Ling's consciousness. The sound in the mist suddenly disappeared, and the hall was dead silent. The clam mist was gathered back into the disc and re-condensed into a transparent viscous liquid.

[Is this the part under the abyss of death that was pulled out of the light? ? ? ? ? ]

[Sang Wumian, you are so green, publicly executing and whipping the corpse after death, this is too cruel]

[What's wrong with Yan Yi? You said you would only ask about Xiao Ling's treatment, why did you go back on your word? This is too disgusting. Is it fun to dig out other people's privacy?]

[Why do you have to feed me shit?! The original novel clearly states that they are both Jie! Why why why why? ? ? Isn't the author going to sue this rubbish company? Damn it! I want to vomit.]

[All dramas produced by this rubbish company have purchased the adaptation rights, hope you know]

[Sang Wumian can't even keep his position as the male lead, so why should we keep him clean? If Zhu Yan becomes the male lead in the end, he is also Jie. Is there a problem? 】

【She agreed to show her spirit memory, so she should have known that there would be a risk of exposure. She should have washed away all the memories that needed to be washed away. Zhu Nie washed away the memory of telling her the truth, so why didn't he wash away this part as well】

【Zhu Nie is so evil, is he secretly declaring his sovereignty】

Nie Yinzhi saw the barrage of comments rolling by as soon as she closed her eyes. It was so green that she almost thought she had unknowingly left the Sword Forest and returned to the ancient forest deep in Chihang Mountain.

The barrage of comments was discussing the plot of the Yunji Sect crazily. It looked very exciting, and Nie Yinzhi felt a little itchy.

She also wanted to see what happened there.

Could this be what the barrage of comments said, the joy of chasing dramas?

After a long while, the green color in the barrage faded away, and the number of bullets also decreased.

Nie Yinzhi closed her eyes tightly, then opened them again, stretched out her hand to grab the silver-white long sword hanging in front of her. The spirit sword chimed softly, and a bright sword light flashed on the blade.

A pure white phoenix was carved on the sword head, and every feather could be seen clearly and lifelike. The long tail feathers went down from the sword head around the hilt, and the tail end was immersed in the sword guard.

Nie Yinzhi held the hilt to test her hand, and muttered, "It's a bit astringent."

Honghu poked his head out from the sword head and pecked her wrist mercilessly.

Nie Yinzhi: "..." She hugged the sword and immediately changed her words, "I was just kidding, you are so beautiful."

The spirit sword then stopped.

The Ruyi Sword Qi in Nie Yinzhi's meridians has not been completely cleared out. It has accumulated over five years and it cannot be completely cut off overnight.

But now she has her own Life Sword, and the Life Sword is a more domineering one. It is only a matter of time before the remaining Ruyi Sword Qi is cleared out.

Nie Yinzhi's mind moved, and the sword moved at will, carrying her out of the sword forest. The sword light dragged a snow-white shadow and made a clear cry. The Honghu Sword Spirit spread its wings and circled several times above the sword forest, very ostentatious.

The Sword Forest was filled with anger.

Nie Yinzhi thought of the Red Leaf Knife that had been shot down. With this experience, she would never repeat the same mistake again. She forcefully recalled the sword spirit that kept barking, flew away from the Sword Forest, and landed on the cliff where Gu Jiang was.

The demon leaned on the couch, squinting slightly at the glare of the sword, and said in disdain: "Your bird is really noisy."

"Your Red Leaf is not very noisy." Nie Yinzhi was not convinced. When the Red Leaf circled around them quickly, the sound of the knife and the cry of the swan were almost the same.

Gu Jiang clicked his tongue and looked disdainful, "Both are noisy." But the Red Leaf was not as dazzling as hers.

Nie Yinzhi raised the magic sword, flexibly made a sword flower with her wrist, and posed, "Does it look good?" After saying that, she saw her own reflection on the sharp sword blade. The bun tied casually behind her head was loose, and her temples were full of broken hair, messy.

Before Gu Jiang opened his mouth, she said first, "Don't talk!" Nie Yinzhi ran to sit beside him, took out a mirror and put it in his hand, grabbed his hand and raised it, adjusted the angle, and began to comb her hair.

Gu Jiang: “…”

“Hold it tight, don’t move.” Nie Yinzhi lifted his hand, and Gu Jiang had to lift it back to her.

Nie Yinzhi combed her hair very slowly. She was not very experienced in tying a bun, but she wanted to have a nice hairstyle. It took her a long time to comb her hair. After combing her hair, she had to touch up her makeup, which was very troublesome.

Gu Jiang watched her draw her eyebrows and lips, with her long eyebrows slightly raised. Suddenly, she said, “You drew your eyebrows too high.”

Nie Yinzhi immediately raised her eyes to look at him, “Where?”

Gu Jiang raised her chin, “The left.”

Nie Yinzhi looked back and forth in the mirror. She didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but after hearing what he said, it seemed a little bit, so she tried to adjust it.

“It’s a little thin.”

Nie Yinzhi glanced at him, looked at it, and drew a few more strokes.

Gu Jiang pondered and said, "Looking at it this way, the color on the right is lighter."

Before Nie Yinzhi finished, Gu Jiang said, "It seems to be a little higher."

"You just said the left one is higher!" Nie Yinzhi realized that he was teased.

"Well, is that so? I just said the left side?" Gu Jiang's hands were shaking from trying to hold back his laughter, so he had to use his magic to hold the mirror.

Nie Yinzhi glared at him, rushed over and pushed the demon head down on the couch, grabbed his face, and used the black ink to paint his eyebrows into two big black bugs before stopping. She sat on Gu Jiang, pinched his chin and looked left and right, "He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, very good."

Gu Jiang supported his arms and sat up, Nie Yinzhi screamed and fell backwards, he hurriedly hugged her back from behind and pressed her back into his arms.

Nie Yinzhi bumped into his shoulder, and the lip balm she had just applied rubbed against his collar.

Gu Jiang let go of her a little, lowered his eyes, looked at her for a moment, and touched her lips with his fingertips.

[What? ? Did I hear it wrong? Slow shot bgm? ? Officially certified! The deputy CP finally has his own song! ]

[Are you moved? Are you moved? ! ]

[Did the official of the drama also compromise in their sweetness? To be honest, I thought many scenes before could be shot with slow motion background music]

[Kiss her! Devil, are you incapable? You are not hard even when I sit on you? No, let me do it. I also want my wife to sit on me!]

[Oh my god, your eyebrows are so funny now. They look too much like Crayon Shin-chan. I am wilting]

[The connection with the Ruyi Sword is also severed. Now the heroine and the supporting actress have nothing to do with each other. If you still give the supporting actress so many shots, are you trying to have a dual heroine plot?]

[Hehe, let's take a look at the ratings. Broadcast more of whichever has the higher ratings]

[How about Nie Yinzhi touching the leaves? Let's check whether it can work first. After all, it's been more than 2,000 years old. What if it breaks down? Stop the damage in time.】

【You don't want to harvest bamboo shoots? You've dug up all the bamboo shoots in Sichuan. Be careful, the red leaves will come to take your life tonight.】

【Last time when I touched the leaves, I saw the devil blocked it with his sleeves. I vote for him. He can do it!】

Nie Yinzhi didn't hear what song they were singing. She widened her eyes and thought hard. Did he block it with his sleeves last time? Why didn't she notice it?

Gu Jiang originally wanted to help her wipe off the lip balm, but the more he wiped, the more it became smeared. He had to withdraw his hand embarrassedly and dared not say a word.

When Nie Yinzhi saw him like this, she immediately looked in the mirror with vigilance, and saw her mouth in the mirror was covered with a circle of blur, as if she had just bitten a child, and she laughed out of anger. She spent half a day putting on makeup, but it was all in vain.

She glanced at the setting sun in the west, washed her face, and decided not to put on makeup.

The old sword energy in Nie Yinzhi's body had not been completely eliminated. The spiritual energy here was abundant, which was very suitable for her cultivation. They simply stayed here for a few days.

In fact, according to Gu Jiang's idea, there were only sword mountains and sword forests here, without those troublesome people and things, and he was willing to stay here.

But the spiritual energy here was too abundant, and Nie Yinzhi felt that he would be uncomfortable.

He was indeed uncomfortable, but he had gotten used to it.

Nie Yinzhi touched his life sword and couldn't let it go. The sword didn't have a name yet, so he asked her to choose one. Nie Yinzhi asked, "Did you name your knife yourself? Why is it called Red Leaf?"

Gu Jiang raised his eyes and looked at the fruit plate. Nie Yinzhi understood what he meant. He washed his hands, peeled a grape for him and fed it to his mouth. After Gu Jiang finished eating, he replied, "Did you see the forest next to the knife mountain? The mountain is full of red leaves in autumn. It was autumn when I took the knife."

"So casual?" Nie Yinzhi looked down on him and peeled another grape for him. "I thought it would have some profound meaning."

Gu Jiang sneered, "Then choose a name with profound meaning."

"I think swan sounds good." Nie Yinzhi muttered. The little swan flapped its wings on the sword head and seemed to like the name very much.

Gu Jiang said, "Honghu is just the name of a kind of phoenix, it's not unique."

The Honghu on the sword head immediately changed sides and began to shake its head, not wanting this name anymore, it wanted a unique name.

It simply had no opinion at all.

"Then why don't you take my surname Nie, the sword takes its owner's surname, it's only natural, let's call it Nie Bai."

Before Honghu could react, Gu Jiang laughed, "It's really ugly."

Nie Yinzhi immediately turned around and glared at him, then ate the grapes he had peeled in his hand, "Your Hongye is not much better, then why don't you say a few names for us to hear."

Gu Jiang took a look at the snack plate, the light green mung bean cake was pressed into the shape of petals, he said seriously, "Then let's call it Cuihua."

The author has something to say:

Hongye and Cuihua, they are quite a good match, right?

Spirit Sword: …

*The content of the bullet comments does not represent the author's point of view. It only means that the author has seen such things. The bullet comments are not posted by one person, but by many different people, and there are naturally all kinds of values. If I pick some bland ones to write about, then it will be boring.