As soon as this thought came to her mind, Nie Yinzhi was like a demon. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the face reflected in the bronze mirror was covered with a mask - a mask covering the name Xiao Ling.

She entered the Yunji Sect at the age of twelve and stayed in the sect for five years. It was the time when her eyebrows, eyes and facial features began to grow. Girls change a lot when they grow up. Naturally, she could not notice anything when she looked at it every day.

The maidservant who served her could not notice anything either.

Nie Yinzhi recalled that when she returned home, her mother touched her face and sighed, "My Yinyin is a cultivator after all. She really has divine features, and every part of her is exquisite. She is very different from the mundane and stupid looks of my parents."

Nie Yinzhi laughed heartlessly, "No, my father looks stupid, and my mother is a famous beauty. From childhood to adulthood, everyone said that I look like my mother. When you praise me, you are obviously praising yourself."

Her father was listening beside her and laughed angrily, "You two, you can praise me, but why do you belittle me?"

Nie Yinzhi woke up from her memories and looked at the face in the mirror again. She reached out and crushed the bronze mirror, raised her head and looked back at the hanging portrait, and walked out.

Since the Ruyi Sword abandoned her, she didn't want it anymore.

Nie Yinzhi took off the jade hairpin from her head. This hairpin was not an ordinary piece of jewelry, but also a magical instrument.

She reached out and touched the inscription on the hairpin. A warm light flowed around the hairpin, and it turned into the size of a long sword, carrying her away from Mingxiao Peak.

Back on Zhedan Peak, Ah Huan and Chengbi were frightened by her appearance. They hurriedly helped her sit on the couch and helped her treat the wounds and apply medicine.

"Miss, what happened to you? Why are you injured so badly? It must be very painful..." Ah Huan muttered while applying medicine to her, tears falling down in strings, crying even more miserably than she, the injured person.

Nie Yinzhi had no intention to comfort her, and said to Chengbi: "Take out the portrait of my mother and show it to me."

Although Chengbi was puzzled, she obediently asked nothing. Soon she brought out a brocade box, which contained letters between Nie Yinzhi and his family, and the portrait of his mother.

Nie Yinzhi, with gauze wrapped around her hands, sat in front of the dressing table holding the portrait of her mother, and carefully compared her eyebrows and facial features.

Her mother was right, she was different.

Why didn't she notice it before?

Nie Yinzhi stared at the face in the mirror, her eyes reddened by the anger in her heart, and her lips were bitten by her teeth, bleeding.

Ah Huan knelt beside her and said distressedly: "Miss, if there is anything that makes you unhappy, you, you practice sword or Chengbi and I will sing for you, you must not hurt yourself."

Chengbi didn't like to talk much, but she nodded heavily.

Nie Yinzhi took a deep breath, her hair scattered on her face, "You go out."

"Miss."

Nie Yinzhi frowned, "Go out."

The two maids hesitated for a moment, and walked out of the yard, looking back every few steps.

Nie Yinzhi shattered the dressing table with one palm, and the spiritual power rushed out of her meridians, tearing the gauze wrapped around her hands, and crushing the copper mirror, and the bottles and jars were scattered all over the floor. The strong smell of perfume made people's noses itch.

She vented her anger and sat in the mess on the floor. In the past five years, Sang Wumian and Meng Jin have been very good to her, so Nie Yinzhi almost treats them as her own relatives and regards Yunji Sect as another home.

Now she knows that all these good things are dependent on the existence of another person.

But does Nie Yinzhi lack love? Does she lack people who are good to her?

No, there are many people who love her and love her for who she is. Even if she doesn't join the Yunji Sect, with her aptitude, she can enter any sect. Even in the mortal world, she has lived a life in a wealthy place. Why should she compromise and pray for such a little kindness with ulterior motives?

The breeze that came in through the window lattice lifted the green clouds in the house, and the cold sky began to liven up again. It seemed that the plot had turned to her side again, so the bullet screen began to liven up again.

Many comments are still discussing the other side of the story.

[Do you think the heroine is hypocritical? Her golden elixir is shattered, her meridians are dried up, and her eyes are corroded by miasma, turning her into a withered ghost. She must be too self-conscious to recognize the hero.]

[After she comes back, there is also a beautiful Nie Yinzhi, which highlights her current wickedness. It is both physically and mentally abusive. It's amazing.]

[Ahhhh, the devil has woken up. The close-up of that cold and ruthless eye is the villain, right? Finally he's here]

[It's still too early for the Demon Lord to appear, cherish the current Gaolingzhihua Immortal Lord, Sang Gou will be beaten to the ground by the villain in the future]

[I beg the Immortal Lord to put all living things first and quickly kill Xiang Simu who has been corrupted by the demonic energy, lest he summon the big devil to harm the world]

[Who told the hero and heroine to indulge in love, while only the villain focuses on his career]

[The villain who focuses on his career kswl]

[It's so funny, why do you call evil Guan Manying's killing people like crazy and causing rivers of blood a career? Your values ​​really follow your senses]

Nie Yinzhi raised her head in the mess, looked at the bullet screen floating in the air, and slowly rubbed the blood on her hands on the hem of her skirt. The loose bun finally couldn't hold up, the hairpin fell off, her black hair was scattered, slid down her shoulders, and meandered to the ground.

Judging from the attitudes of Sang Wumian and Meng Jin, they would surely do such things as cutting open her abdomen to take out the golden elixir and digging out her eyes for Xiao Ling.

The golden elixir can't be taken from others casually. If her golden elixir is suitable for Xiao Ling, Sang Wumian will definitely find her no matter where she runs.

What's more, she didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end, why should she run away.

[Wow, the female supporting role has turned evil]

[yysy this picture is a bit beautiful, absolutely]

[Why are you taking a screenshot, you are just standing there! ! 】

【Ayin was stunned by the beauty. I immediately set it as my screensaver】

【F**k, the more beautiful the female supporting role is, the more upset I feel. Wasn’t Nv’e beautiful before? She suffered too much】

【When I thought about Lingling finally coming back and being screwed by the female supporting role again, I started to get angry】

【Fortunately, the female supporting role died miserably in the end, otherwise I would really be mad】

【Am I the only one who thinks that it is low to cut open someone else’s golden elixir in order to save the person you like? The male protagonist is still the immortal. The immortal is so despicable and shameless. He is just a love-minded person】 【

It’s said that the female supporting role did a lot of things to get her elixir cut open. She would only feel happy when her elixir is cut open, not low. Thank you! This was originally adapted from a love story. Don’t read it if you are not used to it. 】

Nie Yinzhi waited until the bullet screen disappeared before she slowly stood up and called back the maids who had been guarding the gate to ask them to reapply medicine to her wounds and clean up the house.

"Miss, are you okay?" Ah Huan asked cautiously. Nie

Yinzhi smiled and said, "I'm fine." It was useless to say more to them, as it would only make them worry. "I'm tired of the crabapples outside. Give the token to the gardener and ask him to go down the mountain to pick some new varieties today. It's a good opportunity for Xiu Niang to get some popular dress styles."

The young lady often made some impulsive requests in the past, and Ah Huan nodded in agreement.

Nie Yinzhi swallowed the healing pill, meditated to regulate her breathing, used her spiritual power to activate the medicine, and tried her best to heal her injuries.

On the second day, the wound on her hand was almost healed, leaving some red marks. Only the wound on her pulse caused by the sword energy healed slowly and was still bleeding.

Nie Yinzhi called Chengbi to comb her hair, and then went out to Biyang Peak.

Xiang Simian was Sang Wumian's junior brother. He was seriously injured in the battle to suppress the demon cultivators ten years ago. His cultivation level plummeted and his legs became disabled. He relied on elixirs to heal.

Nie Yinzhi had been a disciple of Yunji Sect for five years, but he had never met this uncle.

After Xiang Simian was injured, his personality became increasingly gloomy and inferior, his temper became very strange, and he didn't like people. The disciples of the sect would not take the initiative to come over and ask for scolding or beating, so when Nie Yinzhi came over, the crowds gradually became sparse, and the wildly growing grass and trees almost covered the entire mountain. The

Biyang Peak was very deserted, without a single person. Nie Yinzhi slowly walked through the deserted courtyard and searched around the Biyang Peak until he came to the back mountain, where he saw a stupid scarecrow puppet.

The puppet was carrying a food box and walked along the moss-covered stone steps into the deep bamboo forest.

Nie Yinzhi followed the puppet. There was a small house deep in the bamboo forest. In front of the house, there was another scarecrow puppet serving. On the other side, there were a lot of broken limbs and heads, all of which were discarded puppets.

The puppet carrying a lunch box entered the house. Nie Yinzhi looked through the window and saw a man half lying on a chair.

The scarecrow puppet fed him a mouthful of rice. Xiang Simu suddenly got angry for some reason and knocked over the rice bowl. His five fingers dug into the puppet's chest and tore it into pieces.

Nie Yinzhi knew where the pile of broken limbs in the corner came from.

"Who is it? Get out!" Xiang Simu yelled.

Nie Yinzhi walked into the hut leisurely. She did not deliberately hide her aura. She bowed and saluted, "Uncle Xiang."

Xiang Simu turned his numb eyes to her and his gaze moved, "Lingling?"

Nie Yinzhi tilted her head, neither responding nor denying.

Xiang Simu has entered the fifth stage of decline, his face is showing signs of aging, his gray hair is messily draped over his shoulders, his beard covers half of his face, his eyes are cloudy and yellow, full of bloodshot. The

former Yuanying swordsman has now fallen to such a state.

Nie Yinzhi smelled the aura of despair on him and felt quite friendly.

Seeing her knowing gaze, Xiang Sijue was filled with panic and anger. His face suddenly became distorted and he shouted nervously, "Get out! Get out! Don't look at me. Go away. Don't come back again. Lingling, I don't want you to see me like this..."

He was emotional and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hand and slapped the chair. The wheelchair took him back to the depths of the house. "I won't die. I won't die in such a miserable way. Get out, get out quickly!"

A chilling atmosphere filled the house. The furnishings were swept by the strong wind and smashed towards her.

Nie Yinzhi moved his feet and left the hut.

Did he think she was a ghost who came to lead him to the underworld?

A person on the verge of despair is like a taut string. The slightest disturbance may cause the string to break, and then become hysterical. Xiang Sijue is like this now.

He should also know that he is about to run out of energy. Nie Yinzhi doesn't mind pushing him and letting him go crazy a little earlier.

"Uncle Xiang, I'm sorry."

Nie Yinzhi took out a wind chime from the mustard seed, looked around, jumped up lightly, and tied the delicate bell to the bamboo branch.

She pinched the formula and made a seal, and a bamboo leaf was wrapped in the wind and slid into the house from the window, floating on the bloodstain on the ground, and was pulled back by the invisible force and fell into Nie Yinzhi's hand.

The bloodstain peeled off the bamboo leaf and seeped into the bell.

The breeze swayed the bamboo branches, and the bells rang with the wind, but without making any sound.

Nie Yinzhi left a spy spell around to ensure that he could see Xiang Simu's every move clearly. He returned to Zhedan Peak to have lunch, and lay on the bed with his eyes closed to rest, but in fact he was always paying attention to Xiang Simu's movements.

The sun was about to set when Nie Yinzhi woke up slowly.

[The female supporting role finally woke up. The camera cut to her twice, and she was sleeping both times. It's weird]

[She knew she was a stand-in, but she could still eat and sleep. Is she dark or not?

] [What are you holding back? Is there any kind-hearted person who can give me a spoiler?] [

Stop the spoilers. You can't help but read the original novel yourself.

I'm going to be annoyed by the bullet screen spoilers.] [If you don't want to see spoilers, just turn off the bullet screen.]

Nie Yinzhi ignored the meaningless quarrel and got up to be served some fruit snacks by Ah Huan.

At night, she quietly left Zhedan Peak and went to the bamboo forest behind Biyang Peak again.