Outside the flower window, the night rain is drizzling.

The raindrops drifted with the wind, hitting the scales of thousands of pavilions and halls, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and sounded like broken jade.

He Qingqing lay on the cold jade bed, Fairy Jiangyun gently pressed her pulse door, and the spiritual energy continued to inject into her body, keeping her mind awake and condensing her consciousness.

This made He Qingqingwu more sensitive.

"It turns out that the knife is slowly scraping on the bone, and it is this sound and feeling." She thought.

All pains are doubled.

There was a layer of blood mist in front of me, and I saw the old monk changing his sword, changing needles, and sprinkling medicinal powder, but I couldn't see it clearly.

Sometimes itchy, as if millions of ants were gnawing on her face and sucking her flesh and blood. If she had not been bound and moved, she would have wanted to tear off her face.

It was very painful at times, as if a sharp needle pierced into the crack of her bones, but it still had to penetrate the bones and drill into it. If Jiang Yun hadn't put a ban on her, she would have been afraid that she would roar.

Tonight was too long and too dark for her.

She was pushed down from the mine by her fellow disciples, scolded by her master, and cut into pieces, but she didn't shed a single tear.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be punished in the eighteen levels of hell, I'm afraid I'm just that." He Qingqing thought, "I'm the ghost crawling out of hell. The ghost wants to climb into the world and live a life from now on!"

"Bang!" The flower window was blown open by the strong wind, and the cold wind poured raindrops into the bedroom.

In the hazy blood, He Qingqing's inexplicable thoughts changed, and his heart as solid as a rock became softer—

It was raining so heavily, what was Senior Brother Song doing at this time? The flower stand in the yard was blown down by the wind.

The pain continued and she didn't have more strength to continue.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed to be longer than ten thousand years. A pair of slightly cool and soft ‌ held her palm, and a female voice was gentle and kind:

"It's already..., go to bed, go to bed."

He Qingqing was finally liberated and his consciousness instantly sank into darkness.

A light gradually lit up in the darkness, illuminating the family of three.

Women have gentle eyes as soft as water, faint fragrance, men have a firm face and broad shoulders.

The girl Yuxue, a double-breasted bun, is cute and lively: "Mom, I still want to eat rice cake."

The woman pulled her and said, "Will we come to eat rice cakes every year when you celebrate your birthday?"

The man picked her up and said, "Qingqing, the lantern that dad bought for you! Let's go and put the river lanterns."

Suddenly the lanterns broke and all the lights went out.

In the dark cave, only half of the woman left in her body was hoarse: "Qingqing, live, live!"

Midnight Manjushri was covered in blood, the huge rocks collapsed behind her, and the monsters roared.

In blood and fire, the whole world is shaking.

The young man in black, who looked like a god, looked down at her, and stretched out indifferently: "Follow me."

The hand was flooded by the sea of ​​fire.

The fire burned into a dazzling vermilion red color, turning into a small vermilion lacquered door of the Songyuan Courtyard.

Song Qian was wearing silver moonlight, holding the green ripples platform, standing under the peach blossom tree and smiling at her.

The handsome boy's voice was light and gentle: "I give this piano to you, it's considered a pity."

The night wind blew away his voice and blew through the rippling bluestone water.

Fairy Jiangyun walked through the crowd and looked serious: "Do you want to be my disciple?"

He Qingqing used all his strength to stretch out his hand—

But the fingertips touched the cold water surface, and the reflections shattered with the peach blossoms all over the trees.

The cold lake water overflowed her mouth and nose, and she went toward a deeper darkness.

She couldn't catch anything.

No one in the world can save another person from the sea of ​​suffering, and everyone must be sent to themselves.

He Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes.

The sky is bright and the birds are chirping.

She got up from the jade bed and fell to the ground, and she realized that her body was extremely brisk, as if she could fly in just two steps.

He Qingqing touched her face, and her skin was smooth and tender. However, there was never a mirror in her room, and there were very few reflective things.

The summer is sunny, the plants and trees are lush, and the birds are singing.

He Qingqing disheveled her hair and rushed to the lotus pond.

The red lotus blooms, covering the sky and the sun, and is uniquely beautiful.

She slowly approached, lowered her head as if she was close to the hometown, fish swimming in the water were hidden, and a shadow appeared clearly on the water surface.

——The ink hair is like a waterfall, the forehead is full, the long phoenix eyes are raised slightly, the bridge of the nose is up, and the red lips are red without any tingling.

If Miaoyan's face is clouds in the sky, anemone in the water, with soft brilliance floating, without any aggressiveness.

Then this face is the sharp moonlit sword light and the proud red plum blossoms in the snow.

The bright light is like a knife.

The sword was killed and blood was so hard that it was afraid to look at it.

With this appearance, you shouldn't have wrapped your body in a white dress and disheveled hair.

The six-foot long dress is winding on the ground, covered with pearls and jade, and the brilliance is shining.

He Qingqing smiled, and the beautiful beauty in the water smiled.

She stretched out and touched her cheeks gently, her eyes slightly sore, and her nose turned red.

"It's really worth cutting into pieces!" Fairy Jiangyun's voice sounded behind her back.

He Qingqing suddenly turned around.

"Amitabha." The old monk Wuxiang said: "Fairy He is a tough person and has great wisdom. If he survives a great disaster, he will be blessed in the future."

Jiangyun smiled and nodded.

The old monk said softly: "I have two words, I want to say to Fairy He alone."

"Master, please." Jiang Yun agreed.

He Qingqing bowed again when facing the "Miaohuo monk" Monk Wuxiang: "Thank you."

"The fairy has a fate with me, so there is no need to thank me. This thing is given to the fairy, and Fairy will be reborn."

He Qingqing reached out to take it, lowered her head and slimly.

It is a string of red spirit jade beads, and the eighteen dark red beads are delicate and transparent.

On a sunny day, the brilliance shines, and the lines inside the beads are like flowing blood.

He Qingqing turned the Buddhist beads, and the two in the middle appeared clear engravings in turn.

She opened her red lips and said softly: "Qing, Qing."

This is not only a top magic weapon, but also a carefully prepared gift. He Qingqing was surprised: "It's my name!"

The old monk nodded with a smile.

"If Fairy He is willing, I will teach you another martial art to double the power of this thing."

He Qingqing hesitated: "I can't repay you for your great kindness."

The old monk said slowly, "You and I are not masters and disciples, but I have just made a relationship with you. I have left a seed of fate, but the donor's fate has been changed and I have broken off my fate. If you practice my martial arts and fulfill my wish, you will repay the kindness of healing."

The old monk said it very bluntly.

Because of this intuition, He Qingqing no longer refused and smiled generously: "Thank you, Master!"

The old monk's eyes were as far away as a deep pool, and he stretched out his finger under his wide sleeves, and gently tapped the girl's eyebrows.

At this moment, He Qingqing straightened his spine and raised his head slightly.

She thought that this was a god-given opportunity for her to end her hardships.

...

"Senior Sister Jiangyun, why did you say this?"

In the Peony Hall, Fairy Wangshu chuckled. Her smile was still beautiful, but it was a little reluctant.

"It means literally." Jiang Yun's expressionless face: "In the past, I didn't pass on my own disciples, so many things were just for temporary use by others. Now I have received the pass on my own. According to the tradition of the master, my disciple is the eldest sister. I should be in charge of the pass on the merit hall, teach my junior sisters, supervise the mining of the Lingshi vein mine, and keep the top key of Wanyin Pavilion."

Wangshu took a breath of cold air and suppressed his displeasure: "Senior sister, Qingqing's child is still young and has not been familiar with the rules of my assignment. Moreover, she has just recovered from her appearance and needs to rest for a while. The scriptures of the preaching Gongtang were taken care of by Liguhua, so we might as well invite her first..."

Fairy Jiangyun interrupted: "Lilac Flower violated the rules of the sect and was just passed on by Qingqing to Liuli Palace and can't come."

Fairy Wangshu frowned slightly. Her brows quickly stretched out and looked behind her calmly.

Miaoyan stood behind her.
To be continued...