The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Dongyao Mountain, Lingqing Sect.

Today, the old immortal king's two beloved disciples got married, and all the immortal families came to congratulate them. There was silence above Kexi Hall, no one dared to make a sound.

The clouds rolled, the air suddenly became thinner, and the spiritual pressure increased sharply. The immortal who had insufficient cultivation could not resist, and passed out with a mouthful of blood spurting out.

And that spiritual pressure was emanating from the groom in the main hall. He is Ji Chen, the third disciple of Kaiyang Shangxian, the leader of Lingqing Sect. At this time, his whole body was surrounded by demonic energy, his eyes were red, and he was holding the lifeless woman in his arms.

"Senior Brother Ji, hurry up and concentrate, don't let your inner demons control you!"

"Junior brother, think about Master, think about the Three Realms, and think about those flowers and plants. If you want to become a demon, you won't be able to look back."

"Ji Chen, if you don't restrain yourself, I'll kill you too!"

At this point, he couldn't hear anything. The pain of losing a loved one continues to spread and forms a force that travels through the body. He couldn't breathe without exploding, and the pain wouldn't stop. He kept the posture of holding the woman in his arms, but his hands couldn't help trembling - he was finally possessed.

The people around were beaten to pieces. Ji Chen held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand and walked step by step towards the bride Jiang Zhixia who was standing aside.

Ji Chen came closer, raised the sword to kill the immortal, and pierced her belly with one sword...

wake up.

Jiang Zhixia sat up, holding her head with her hands dejectedly and lost in thought.

In the hundred years since then, she has always dreamed of the scene and experienced the feeling of the sword over and over again. At first, I felt physical and mental pain when I dreamed about it, but later I became completely numb, with only confusion and no other feeling. Gradually, the number of times she dreamed about him became less and less, but recently it became a bit more frequent.

She still didn't understand why Ji Chen stabbed her back then. She wasn't the one who brought up the idea of ​​getting married. His sweetheart committed suicide at the wedding, and she had no involvement in the matter from beginning to end.

He told her earlier if he didn't want to get married, and she wasn't a paranoid person. We have been in the same school for many years, but there is always a difference between business and righteousness. Although she liked him very much back then, she would not turn the tables just because he refused to marry her.

She touched the remaining sword scar on her abdomen and felt that she had been wronged. Not to mention that she received a sword blow in vain, and when Ji Chen died, she had no place to take revenge, and she was heartbroken!

After a long time, she got dressed and walked out of the main hall to the resting place for the disciples in the back mountain.

The entire Lingqing sect now only consists of her and the new disciple who arrived a few days ago. Because her short-sighted ex-fiancé went crazy and pushed down the divine pillar that supported the sky, causing the spiritual energy to leak out and the spiritual spring to dry up. Their faction became the target of public criticism. In the past three hundred years, fellow disciples died and dispersed. The Lingqing Sect has declined from being the largest sect in the God Realm to what it is now.

Jiang Zhixia saw Lu Chennian still sleeping on the bed through the window, and said in her heart: You deserve it, I let you practice swordplay in the morning!

Although the new disciple had an outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, when he first came, she thought he was some down-and-out aristocratic young master. But she still didn't like this new disciple at all.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this man, he always puts on an ice face. Either he didn't listen or didn't answer her words, or he sneered at her. If it weren't for the money he gave her, she would have thrown him off the cliff.

This man is really diligent. He gets up as soon as the rooster crows every day and practices his sword in the open space in front of the main hall. If you don't have a sword, just use branches instead. You can practice for several hours at a time, and you don't need Jiang Zhixia's guidance.

She mentioned to him more than once about practicing sword practice in the morning. She said she couldn't get up in the morning and asked him to go practice in the back mountain without disturbing her.

He nodded without taking it seriously. Still going my own way.

Jiang Zhixia, who couldn't bear it any more yesterday, issued the first order from the head of the family to him, ordering him to go to the foot of the mountain to fetch water, and then pour it into the dried lotus pond. She also threatened them to get out and refused to refund their money.

Lu Chennian had no choice but to do as she said. I ran back and forth four times in one day yesterday. After all, he was born in a mortal body. He was so tired at night that he didn't even eat. He lay in bed and slept until now.

Jiang Zhixia stood outside and watched for a while, and found that this man's sleeping posture was also regular. Just like him, he was rigid and lifeless.

Guessing that it was almost time, she turned over and jumped into the room, next to his ear...

The gong rang loudly.

The sound of the gong was like a thunder exploding in Lu Chennian's ears. He covered his wildly beating heart, his ears were buzzing, and he scolded Jiang Zhixia, "What are you doing?!"

"With that kind of promise, are you immortals as timid as you?" Jiang Zhixia put away the gong and hammer with a thud, "Get up and pack your things, let's go down the mountain."

"Why?"

"The village chief's son got married to celebrate this happy event. Their family used this place to hold a banquet and invited the whole village to come and have dinner. So I rented this place to him for eight months. They brought people up to decorate the venue today, so we can't stay any longer. Here it is.”

"You lend the Lingqing Sect to mortals for marriage?" Lu Chennian stood up quickly, his words filled with dissatisfaction and anger: How could she ruin the sect like this! ?

"What's wrong? I was given money." Jiang Zhixia said matter-of-factly.

"Do you know that the Lingqing Sect is..."

"I know, I know!" She interrupted him impatiently, "I've been here longer than you, and I don't know anything. So I raised the rent by twenty taels."

"In your eyes, the Lingqing Sect is worth twenty taels?"

"Is twenty taels a little? It's already a lot, okay?! You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a householder." She turned around and went out, telling him to pack his things quickly again. As soon as the village chief came up, they went down the mountain.

The village chief and his people arrived soon, and the two chatted for a while.

Jiang Zhixia once again reminded the village chief that it was okay to hold a wedding banquet, but not to damage any valuables.

The village chief looked around at the ruined and dilapidated scene, and asked her again what valuables were there?

"If you experience it with your heart, you will always find it."

The village chief smiled, took out a bag of silver and handed it to her, "Take your money and leave my place."

"Okay, see you later." Jiang Zhixia collected the money, put it in her bag and left.

The village chief called her from behind to pack the money. If she had been away for eight months, she would have to starve to death outside if the money was lost.

Jiang Zhixia didn't look back, she just waved goodbye.

Lu Chennian followed her reluctantly. He even suspected for a moment that Jiang Zhixia had recognized him as Ji Chen, so she deliberately took him down the mountain to prevent him from touching the spiritual spring.

On the day Ning Shu died, he fell into the devil's path, pushed down the divine pillar that supported the sky, and was besieged by the immortals. He fought with them for several days. Before he fell into coma, he only remembered a golden light flashing before his eyes, as if he heard the voice of Master Kaiyang Zhenren.

Three hundred years later when he woke up, he was reborn in someone else's body with no magic power and was no different from an ordinary person. For some reason, he felt in his heart that he must return to the Lingqing Sect, as if there was a very important person waiting for him there, perhaps Ning Shu's soul. If he uses the spiritual spring to restore his magic power, he might be able to resurrect Ning Shu.

However, he didn't know until he arrived at the Lingqing Sect that the divine pillar supporting the sky had collapsed and the spiritual spring here had completely dried up. Not only that, now the entire fairy world is in danger due to lack of spiritual energy. Immortals with low cultivation levels can only watch as their spiritual energy is exhausted, and they eventually decline and die.

Occasionally, when the weather was fine, he looked far away from Dongyao Mountain and could see the temple where the Emperor of Heaven lived floating on Dijie Mountain. Jiang Zhixia told him that the number of temples without spiritual support was declining year by year. She guessed that within a hundred years, ordinary people would be able to set up stalls and sell wontons in front of Tiandi's house.

Even so, he still had a glimmer of hope.

After he joined the Lingqing sect again, he quietly jumped into the well of Lingquan, only to find that Jiang Zhixia had used it as a vegetable cellar, filled with pickled cabbage jars and stored vegetables.

But Jiang Zhixia now has no magic power and is no different from ordinary people. She needs to eat and sleep. Will she know that his soul is attached to this body?

"Walk faster, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Zhixia turned around and urged him, "We have to walk to the town before sunset, otherwise we have to sleep in the wilderness at night. How scary."

Lu Chennian didn't want to talk to her. As the head of the Lingqing Sect, this person was undisciplined and had never seen her practice in the past few days he had been with her. If she was still a beautiful piece of trash in the mortal world, no wonder she would lose all her magic power.

And she is extremely vulgar. Even if he dresses weirdly, he still talks about money everywhere. In order to save some money on food, I took him to the villagers' houses for lunch every day.

A bullock cart passed by just now and said it could take them down for eighty coins for two people. She felt that he was a shady dealer and it was better to rob him of eighty coins, so she just dragged him down the mountain.

Jiang Zhixia walked in front, chattering away some soup talk to relieve her boredom. She didn't care whether he answered or not, she could act in a play by herself.

Lu Chennian felt very noisy and slowed down unconsciously, wanting to stay away from her. He turned his head and saw the gardenias blooming in the mountains and fields, and smiled slightly.

This is Ning Shu's favorite flower. She once picked flowers and asked him to wear them in her hair. After putting it on, she smiled playfully, her eyes moved, and asked him if it looked good.

Ning Shu was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She is as pure and flawless as the Tianshan Snow Lotus. She always wears white clothes. The people she rescues think she is the Fairy of the Moon Palace.

He was in a daze thinking about Ning Shu, and then looked at the gardenias after coming back to his senses...

Who picked the flowers away! ! ? ?

"Do you want it?" Jiang Zhixia held the flower in her hand and gave it to him very thoughtfully, "I want to give it to you. Don't worry, there is no penalty for picking flowers in the mountains."

After saying that, she turned around and left. Lu Chennian was so angry that he clenched his palms and almost squeezed out the juice from the gardenias.

The entire journey was silent. It was already dusk by the time the two arrived at the small town at the foot of the mountain. Jiang Zhixia bargained with an old man in front of a stall selling herbal tea, asking him to sell her three bowls for two cents.

As she was speaking, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked back and saw a man in his forties with a medium build. Behind him were several people carrying sedan chairs.

He had a kind face and a humble attitude. He bent over and asked with a smile, "May I ask if this is the leader of the Lingqing Sect, Jiang Zhixia Jiang?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhixia admitted.

When the man heard this, he almost burst into tears and almost knelt down in front of her, "I have found you! If we don't see you again, our master and his family will not be able to survive."