At noon, most of the stalls in Linxian City's morning market have been set up. Adults are busy at the stalls, and children are playing in an open space on the corner of the street with branches as swords.

Linxian City is called "Linxian" because it is close to the Yunji Sect, a fairy sect. Children in the city have grown up listening to stories about sword cultivators killing demons and monsters, and they all have a dream of becoming a sword immortal.

Soon, the children's noise stopped, and they crowded around a man selling groceries and small toys, watching him fiddle with the puppet in his hand.

The two puppet figures were wearing sky-blue clothes, with their hair tied up high, like banished immortals. A closer look revealed that their features were almost identical to those of real people. The puppets' hands and feet were tied with thin silk strings, and they held a small sword in their hands. Under their control, they swung swords back and forth with great force, as if immortals had really come down to earth.

After the two puppets finished a round, the children cheered and clapped their hands while asking, "Are there any other puppets? Are there any male immortals?"

"Soon." The man laughed vaguely and sat the two puppets on a small wooden board. "Do you want them? Whoever wins, I will give them to him."

After a while, the vendors at the stalls nearby heard the children's screams and hurried to the open space. The man selling groceries had disappeared. The children were fighting in a pile, their eyes were red, and they were like possessed. Several children were lying on the ground, motionless, and the mud was mixed with blood.

Soon, more and more people gathered around the open space, and the cries and curses were heard. The conflict became more and more intense, and in the end they started fighting like the children before.

The puppet that started the dispute was trampled into the bloody mud. Its appearance, which looked like a banished immortal, was soon distorted and sank deeper and deeper.

Zhu Yan hid in the big locust tree next to the open space. His face was hidden by the dense branches and leaves. He took a deep breath of the bloody smell with the breath of the market, tilted

his head and spat, "It stinks." He noticed that Xiao Ling had woken up, and he became happy again. He urged her like a child just now, "Xiao Ling, you haven't drawn the eyes yet. What kind of eyes do you like?"

Xiao Ling heard the voice in her own spirit platform as soon as she opened her eyes. The pried open memories from the abyss of death and silence came to her mind, along with how Ye Jing entered her dream later and how she was plotted against by Zhu Yan.

Xiao Ling lay on the couch, her tears soaking her white veil. She begged more than once: "Zhu Ni, I beg you to let me go..."

"Here you go again." Zhu Ni sighed in annoyance, "What? You ask me to erase your memory, and you will become the clean Xiao Ling again? You have the nerve to reject me again?"

"Xiao Ling, do you think that as long as you forget and don't know, everything will never happen, and you will have no burden?" Zhu Ni laughed in her coffin, laughing at her naivety.

Xiao Ling curled up and shivered, holding her head in pain. The male voice in her mind spoke word by word with a chilling tenderness: "Xiao Ling, you can be pure and innocent, but your roots are always in this mud. Sang Wumian, Meng Jin, and Jing Chongshan are all your nourishment, and so am I. Otherwise, how can you live?"

His voice became lower. Footsteps were heard outside the room. Someone pushed open the door and walked in quickly. He sat on the edge of the bed and said with concern: "Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Ling was startled and shrank to the foot of the bed. The little white bird landed on her shoulder and looked at the person in front of her with her head tilted.

Ye Jing smiled gently and comforted her, "Don't be afraid. Although the matter of Jing Chongshan's treatment has not been clarified yet, you indeed did not know about it. As for when you were trapped in the Abyss of Death... it was understandable that you were bewitched by Zhu Nian. I hope you will not be confined to the past, get out of the predicament as soon as possible, and regain your previous sword bones."

"Elder Ye..." The three supreme elders have always been very cold to her. Xiao Ling did not expect to hear these words, and she was choked with sobs and speechless.

Ye Jing said with pity: "You fell into the void rift ten years ago, and the sect cancelled your membership. A lot of things happened after you came back, and we haven't recovered yet. Now Sang Wumian is dead, and I have never accepted a direct disciple. Are you willing to join me with a new identity, bid farewell to the past, and start over?"

The supreme elders have the longest seniority in the sect. Not to mention their cultivation, their say in the sect is greater than others. Although Ye Jing is not as good as the great elder Yan Yi, for Xiao Ling now, joining her is like a ray of light cast upon her in despair.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ye Jing said sympathetically, "Don't rush to reply me, you can consider it."

Xiao Ling immediately said, "I am willing." She immediately got down from the ground, got a cup of tea from the tea table beside her, knelt on the ground, and performed the ceremony of paying respect to her master.

"Okay." Ye Jing took the tea and took a sip, "I will explain this to the elder, re-make your identity file for you, and return to Bitan Peak. Get up."

Xiao Ling cried with joy, leaned over and kowtowed, "Thank you, Master."

Ye Jing helped her up, checked her physical condition, and touched her head, "The restrictions on Mingxiao Peak have been removed, you can go out more often and relax."

Even after Ye Jing left, Xiao Ling was still a little dazed, as if she was in a dream and had not woken up yet.

Zhu Yan chuckled at her spirit platform and asked for credit: "Now, you should be willing to draw the eyes for me?"

Xiao Ling sat for a moment, got up and went to the study. The portrait on the table was not yet finished. She held the pen and thought for a while, then slowly sketched a narrow and long eye shape.

In Linxian City, Zhu Yan had already left the chaotic street, slowly walked through the long street, and stepped onto the stone arch bridge over the river. He leaned on the side of the bridge, leaned out half of his body, and took off his hat.

The water surface was like a mirror, reflecting a handsome face, exactly the look in Xiao Ling's painting. This face had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very regular, but when he smiled, he took on an indescribable charm.

Two figures walking with swords crossed the clear water. Zhu Yan raised his head, squinting his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and watched the two monks fall into the bloody street.

They were really chasing them. Zhu Yan sneered.

The sky was blue and clear, and the world was too peaceful. There was no fun at all.

He raised his lips and said, "Xiao Ling, Nie Yinzhi can enter the sword forest, so can you. It's time to exchange your sword."

Xiao Ling was reminded by him. The little white bird turned his head to look at the Ruyi Sword on the sword rack. The blade of the Ruyi Sword became darker and darker, as if it was rusted. It must be because Nie Yinzhi did something.

This sword has been with Nie Yinzhi for five years. After being tempered by her sword spirit, it has become different from when it was in her hands.

Since she came back here, she has been experiencing loss, and now she has gotten used to it. A sword that can accept someone else replacing it, like Sang Wumian, is not worth her nostalgia.

Just replace it.

[Wow, Zhu Ni finally has his own face, and he has to turn it into the one drawn by Xiao Ling, I'm so excited]

[Although he is very bad, he is also a little bit cool! ]

[Fuck, he doesn't even let the children go! Wherever Zhu Ni goes, there will be rivers of blood. He just wants to create chaos in the world.]

[The heroine of this drama has also become evil. There is a ferocious beast beside her that pollutes people's hearts like the inner demon. The female supporting role has also become evil. She wants to break the seal of the demon to select talents. Ah this and this. There are internal and external troubles. I wonder if the elders of the righteous path can still hold on?]

[Has Yan Yi been hit?]

[The heroine can also enter the forest of swords and knives? Is it the golden finger that Sang Wumian left for her?]

[Will they fight? I'm so excited! Hurry up and fight while the demon is weak. I just want to create chaos in the world like Zhu Ni]

Nie Yinzhi saw the barrage and thought to himself, why is the supreme elder of the Yunji Sect so vulnerable?

Zhu Ni, a ferocious beast that feeds on blood and violence, would be a trouble for them if he really infiltrated the upper echelons of the righteous path. If he came in with Xiao Ling, they could just block them here and kill them together.

I wonder which one is more powerful, Gu Jiang or Zhu Ni?

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Jiang asked with a yawn.

Nie Yinzhi had already put away the curtain. At this time, the red glow of the sunset was spread on the cliff, and the scenery was absolutely beautiful. They planned to go out early tomorrow morning to give Cuihua and Suancai some time to go back and say goodbye to the aunts and uncles in the sword mountain and sword forest.

But now, maybe they can stay for a few more days?

Hong Hu's sword light was whirling in the sword forest, causing bursts of sword sounds, and the magnificent sword light was intertwined with the sunset.

Nie Yinzhi peeled an orange for him, "The sunset here is very beautiful."

"Yeah." Gu Jiang watched her pick the white threads on the orange petals bit by bit and handed them to him. He didn't move his fingers and opened his mouth.

Nie Yinzhi: "..." Nie Yinzhi broke it into small petals, threw one petal to Yanyan Rabbit for it to hold and chew, and shared the rest with Gu Jiang, one petal each.

After the bullet screen disappeared, Nie Yinzhi waited for a long time, and was sure that the so-called camera should not be on their side, then he asked: "When you were in Yunji Sect, the bad smell you mentioned before, did you mean Zhu Ni?"

"Yes." Gu Jiang turned his head in confusion, "Why?"

"A ferocious beast, a demon, do you know each other?"

"We have met before." Gu Jiang said casually, "I kicked it into the abyss of death."

"Have you done such a good thing?" Nie Yinzhi couldn't believe it.

Gu Jiang laughed, "It's too troublesome." At that time, he was chased and blocked by both the good and the evil, and Zhu Ni was attracted by the bloody smell, as if it was a shit-stirring stick, sticking its foot everywhere, making people very annoyed.

The righteous wanted to seal it, so he played a trick with the righteous, led it to the Abyss of Death, and kicked it down.

"Then you should be stronger than him? Can you kill him?" Nie Yinzhi asked tentatively.

Gu Jiang raised his eyebrows, "You want to kill it? Why?"

Nie Yinzhi said arrogantly: "As a disciple of the righteous, it is natural to eliminate demons and defend the way, and protect the world from being destroyed by living beings. There is no why."

Gu Jiang laughed out loud, and was stung by the orange juice and covered his face to cough. The Flame Rabbit next to him was even more exaggerated, and the round fur ball almost rolled off the cliff with laughter.

"Shut up!" Nie Yinzhi glared at them, "Because he is very annoying. If he brainwashes all the elders of the Immortal Sect, it will be troublesome for the Immortal Sect to gather together and besiege us."

Feng Hanzhuan raised the rabbit's head and said disdainfully, "Just kill them all. Good and evil cannot coexist."

Nie Yinzhi encouraged him, "Okay, then you must do what you say. Your master will not help you." If Gu Jiang moves his hand, the power of heaven on him will be even stronger. Who knows how uncomfortable he will be. Feng Hanzhuan

: "..." Stinky woman!

Yanyan Rabbit stomped his feet in anger. When Gu Jiang glanced at him, his ears dropped down, and he jumped to the side and hid in the bushes, and returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave to vent his temper.

"Zhu Yan, very good at hiding." Gu Jiang frowned. He didn't have the time to chase it all over the world of cultivation.

Nie Yinzhi was about to speak when she saw a barrage of bullets popping up.

The camera was probably turning to them again. She didn't want the bullets to know that she could see them. It would be bad if they were on guard and cautious in the future.

Nie Yinzhi was really unsure, so he simply stretched out his hand and half-supported Gu Jiang, lowered his head, put his finger on his lips, smiled at him, and mouthed: "Let's wait and see."

Gu Jiang was lying on the couch, and suddenly his eyes went dark. He looked into Nie Yinzhi's eyes with a sly smile from a close distance, and his heartbeat couldn't help but stagnate. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pretended to be nonchalant and said "hmm".

Nie Yinzhi keenly noticed that he frowned and then immediately relaxed his brows. She stepped back a little, and her fingertips swept across the back of his hand, feeling the hot body temperature.

He was uncomfortable again.

Nie Yinzhi immediately stepped away from Gu Jiang and walked to the edge of the cliff. "The scenery here is so beautiful, let's stay a few more days before going out."

Gu Jiang put the back of his hand on his forehead and waited for the boiling blood in his body to calm down. The spiritual mist rising from the stream in the forest quickly dissipated.

[Help, the painting styles of the two sides are too different. The female supporting role is living too comfortably here. ]

[The old couple's life in their later years is a real hammer]

[Where is the agreed selection of talents in the magic cave! Why is it postponed again? Nie Yinzhi, are you still going to pursue your career? ]

[If this continues, Nie Yinzhi's fighting spirit will be corrupted by the devil's bad habits of "inaction, slow action, and laziness"]

[Boss Feng! The evil and arrogant Boss Feng! Do you really think of yourself as a rabbit? The villain work in this play is really worrying. 】

【The spring night is short and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not attend the court early. 】

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The spring night is short and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not attend the court early. ——"Song of Everlasting Regret"