In the dead of night, Duanmuci sat quietly cross-legged on a stone bed at the top of the mountain, completely silent.

The face with closed eyes was neither happy nor sad, and the black hair on the shawl had been pulled up, with a wooden hairpin running across it, into a lotus bun.

The red cinnabar on the smooth brow is very eye-catching, full of coldness and holiness.

She was so quiet, as quiet as a jade statue of a fairy carved on the top of a mountain.

It was late at night and frost was heavy. Little bits of night frost silently condensed on the linen robe. Slowly, her black hair also became dots of white, like little white flowers under the bright moonlight.

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The cold wind blows and turns into thousands of frosts.

Suddenly, the jade statue's face moved slightly, its beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly, and then its lips opened and it made a sound.

Duanmuci seemed to be in discomfort and vomited several times before feeling a little better, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up to reveal a beautiful and moving smile.

This smile makes this cold and pretty face instantly full of tenderness and human joy.

Duanmuci gently touched her belly and said softly: "You...with you..."

Duanmuci's voice paused and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he whispered softly on his sandalwood lips: "Just as naughty."

She seemed to feel a little cold. She sat with her legs bent, her arms hugging her knees, her waist slightly bent, her delicate chin resting on her knees, curled up like a lonely and weak little woman.

Since that life and death battle, Xie Fu has not appeared again, for one day, two days and three days.

Ten days, twenty days and thirty days.

He seemed to have disappeared into this illusion. Duanmu Ci never saw his figure again, nor could he feel his familiar warm breath.

Duanmuci looked at the dark night ahead, his eyes wandering, feeling lonely in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the sweet time the two of them spent together.

His tenderness and warmth can only exist in dreams now.

She missed him so much that even if she spent hundreds of such nights, she would still miss him.

Duanmu Ci couldn't help but open her red lips and hummed the little songs that Fu Xie taught her:

Beat the drums and boring them, use the troops enthusiastically, build the country's cities and canals, and I will travel south alone...

The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son, and I have held my son's hand, and I have grown old together with him.

When I sigh, I can't live without it; when I sigh, I can't believe it.

The crisp and melodious singing sounded melodiously in the night, and the endless lovesickness can only be expressed through heartfelt songs.

I once asked you, what if one day we have to separate?

You said that nothing in the world can stop us, not even life or death.

Even if they die together, they will still be husband and wife with you from generation to generation, and they will have unfinished causes in the next life.

After saying that, you taught me to sing this little rhyme.

Is this the case now?

Is our fate as husband and wife in this life over? We can only renew our fate as husband and wife in the next life. What should I do if I can’t meet you in the next life?

A clear song floats from afar:

The wind and rain are miserable, the roosters are crowing, and I see a gentleman. Isn't it cloudy?

The wind and rain are blowing, the rooster crows and the cock crows. When you see a gentleman, will your clouds not fade away?

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster is crowring. Now that I see a gentleman, I am not happy?

But I hope that my soul and dream will be the same as yours, and I will have an appointment with you. Life and death will not change, and reincarnation will not change.

It’s just that in this life, even if I miss you for a long night, I no longer love you.

Duanmu Cijiao's body trembled, he's coming...he's coming...

She panicked, her heart was broken when she heard his voice, and she could not remain indifferent at all.

She just wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry loudly, crying until she died.

No! Don't come over! I don't want to kill you again!

Although she was crying in her heart, her face was as calm as water.

He didn't come close. The world was so quiet in the dark night, as if he had never appeared. The sound was just the sound of his heart in a trance.

There is silence in the distance, as the night gets deeper, the night dew on the branches slowly solidifies into frost flowers, which fall to the ground peacefully from time to time as the night wind blows.

The long night passed silently...

Duanmu Ci sat cross-legged on the stone bed peacefully, his hair and robes covered with a layer of white frost flowers, as if they were one day for thousands of years.

The early morning light shone on her face, melting the white frost on her face, but making it even colder.

A Buddha chant sounded.

Duanmuci opened his eyes, and he didn't know when there were several people in front of him. There were three kind-hearted old monks standing in front.

Behind the three old monks stood several literary men dressed in court attire.

These three old monks are the divine monk Shimen, Master Tianjing of Tianning Temple, Master Zhengjian of Hanshan Temple, and Master Jingyi of Tongyun Temple.

These three people are all eminent monks of the Buddhist sect, and their cultivation in literature and martial arts is unfathomable. The reason why these three people can be brought together is of course to deal with the terrifying figure Duanmu Ci.

Lin Chuxi, a mysterious person in red clothes, Shen Yue, a mysterious person in purple clothes, He Chu also arrived, and other mysterious people in red clothes.

Wen Ting took action from all the literary and Taoist masters, which shows how much he attaches importance to Duanmu Ci.

Although they only waited outside for three months, for the illusion, it took more than four years.

Before entering the illusion, they imagined that Duanmu Ci had been killed and that a group of brothers were waiting for them to open the illusion channel.

But after seeing Duanmu Ci safe and sound, their illusions were immediately shattered. No one could live with her here for more than four years.

She was afraid that she was the only one left here, and everyone else had been killed by him. They had placed high hopes on Xie Fu, who had the appearance of a literary saint, but he was afraid that he would also die in her hands.

Duanmuci's eyes calmly swept over the people in front of him, and said calmly: "You guys came too late! You made me wait for too long."

She didn't know why her voice was filled with anger. She blamed these people for coming too late. If they had come early, she wouldn't have fallen in love with Fu, and Fu wouldn't have been in such pain.

She put all the blame on these belated enemies.

"Duanmuci! The brothers and sisters of Wen Ting died in your hands. Today we will pay with blood!"

Duanmu Ci said calmly: "That old thief Jianzhen deceived me. I have already told him that if he dares to break his promise, I will wash Lingshan with blood." He pointed his slender finger at everyone: "You will all die.

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He Chu said angrily: "How dare you insult Mr. Wen Sheng."

Duanmu Ci said calmly: "There is no respect for a person who cannot keep his promise."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone in Wen Ting who knew the inside story blushed for a while. It was not that Wen Sheng couldn't do Duanmu Ci's request, but that he couldn't do it.

Lingshan Wenting and Kunlun Secret Realm had an agreement hundreds of years ago. How could it be broken easily? Since our ancestors had this agreement, it must have been a serious matter.

If this agreement is broken, it will definitely cause catastrophe in the world.

The twin prides of Kunlun, Duanmuci and Chuyue, can stir up turmoil in the world. They really can't imagine what the world would be like without restraint.

Lin Chuxi said: "I can't tell right from wrong. Since we are enemies, let's use life and death to decide right and wrong."

Duanmu Ci said calmly: "I should have saved myself so much nonsense a long time ago, why don't I take action yet!"

The master's demeanor is unmistakable. Even though he is facing a group of powerful enemies, he is not willing to make the first move.

The name of the Buddha was loudly announced, and the three great monks took action at the same time. They were all of first-level strength, but Duanmu Ci had already entered Taoism. Although she was seriously injured by the God-Destroying Mantra of Small Heavenly Thunder left by Wen Sheng, it was not known whether she had recovered.

No matter what, facing such an opponent, victory, defeat, life and death can only happen in a matter of seconds.

And victory or defeat is related to the fate of the entire Lingshan. Duanmu is defeated, Lingshan is alive, Duanmu is victorious, and Lingshan is destroyed.

If there was no Lingshan Wenting in this world, I don’t know what kind of chaos this world would be like.

Therefore, since Duanmu Ci has the heart to wash away the spiritual mountain with blood, even if she has a hundred reasons and a hundred right reasons, she must die.

In the battle of life and death, they have no reason to be humble and strive to kill the monster with all their strength.

As soon as Duanmuci and the three great monks of Shimen came into contact, the situation in the world suddenly changed, the mountains collapsed and the ground split, and the trees flew off, just like a violent storm raging on the mountain top.

The strength of the masters' attacks was as dense as a rain of swords falling vertically and horizontally, and the entire mountaintop was filled with chills, as if it was about to be slowly leveled by these four people.

Lin Chuxi's group of literary masters had long been prepared and placed themselves within the protective four-sided barrier.

No matter how the landslides and cracks occur outside, there is still a corner of peace and tranquility within the barrier, with no wind or grass.

It's just that the master's true energy is like a heavenly sword falling on the four-sided barrier from time to time, causing waves of ripples. The solid and powerful four-sided barrier seems to be broken.

This made everyone in the barrier feel secretly shocked. Although they were well-informed, they had never seen a confrontation between masters of this level in their lives.

Ordinary masters were like nothing in Duanmu Ci's hands. If there was such a fierce battle, even any of the three great monks would have few rivals in the world.

This is not a battle between humans, this is a battle between immortals and demons.

Everyone inside looked at each other and immediately chanted the mantra in tacit understanding to help.

As the sound of Sanskrit and Sanskrit resounded in the heaven and earth, military and literary attacks simultaneously surrounded Duanmu Ci.
To be continued...