Snow in Changting

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It is said that 200 years ago, Lingyun Sect was just a little-known sect. Although it had a long history, except for the founder Ling Fenghua, there were few great talents in the sect. After Ling Fenghua passed away, it gradually declined.

But since the Lingyun Sect came out with Liangjin Xianzun, and then masters in the sect appeared one after another like bamboo shoots after a rain. Regardless of whether the old suzerain Chen Yu or the current suzerain, Yixin has a very resounding reputation in the Taoist sect.

Since then, Lingyunzong's Qingyun has risen straight up, almost as famous as Zixiao Palace.

Before Teng Xuanqing came here, he had heard a lot of rumors about Lingyun Jiange, so he was also very curious about Lingyun Jiange with such a huge momentum.

The eyes of the disciples who participated in the trial were shining brightly, their excitement and joy were beyond words, and they were ready to go.

After Yu Cheng gave an order, Ling Yunzong's disciples took the lead and went through the Guangmen to find their own opportunities in the Jiange.

Wang Shudi and Huaxuan set off one after another, and Teng Xuanqing also followed them into the light gate with the loose crowd.

The moment he passed through the gate of light, golden light flickered, and then Teng Xuanqing felt his eyes darken, and the noisy noise disappeared, replaced by the silence of darkness.

Standing in the dark, she felt a pair of eyes hidden in a place she could not see, peering into her soul coldly.

Chapter 35

This feeling of being watched only lasted for a short moment, and soon disappeared. When those eyes left Teng Xuanqing's body, the surrounding environment also began to change.

In the empty and dark world, a cluster of swaying flames ignited, illuminating the cold darkness.

Teng Xuanqing walked towards the firelight, and the small space illuminated by the candlelight gradually became clear in her vision.

There was a table under the lamp, which was covered with paintings and calligraphy. When Teng Xuanqing walked to the table, a painting suddenly rolled down from the table and unfolded at her feet.

She stopped, her eyes widening suddenly.

This painting was a semi-finished product, and the few strokes in the painting shocked Teng Xuanqing.

She recognized what the painting would look like when it was finished.

It's Qin Yi.

Hearing that Lingyun Jiange is very good at attacking the mind, Teng Xuanqing didn't take it seriously at first, but now he understands it.

She picked up the painting, spread it out on the table, took a pen and ink, and filled in the rest of the handwriting that had been left on the painting.

When she made the last stroke, the person on the painting suddenly moved, raised his sword and pointed the blade directly at the center of Teng Xuanqing's eyebrows.

His sword came fiercely, but Teng Xuanqing didn't dodge it.

The tip of the sword stopped abruptly, and the winding ink marks twisted and collapsed, turning into a ball of golden light and entering Teng Xuanqing's mind.

"Biluo Jianxin, a dream in Huangquan."

Teng Xuanqing muttered to himself.

Going up to Qiongbi and going down to Huangquan, the two places are boundless.

The sword intent hidden in this sword move can arouse the obsession in people's hearts and induce demons. It is the sword that kills the heart.

The surrounding scene changed again, the oil lamp on the table fell down, sparks ignited the paintings and calligraphy, and the fire burned the darkness in an instant.

A figure appeared in the flames, picked up the half-burned scroll from the borrowed table, and turned to look at Teng Xuanqing with disappointment and hatred in his eyes.

Teng Xuanqing was in the flames, but he couldn't feel the heat of the flames. It was as if he was being poured over his head by a basin of water, and he couldn't stop shivering from the cold.

All of this was extremely illusory in her eyes, even though she knew that the man was just an illusion in Lingyun Jiange, she was still hurt by that cold gaze.

"Qing'er, I have raised you as a teacher for more than ten years, it's time to return this life."

As she spoke, Kuang Lingyun raised the sword in her hand and stabbed straight at Teng Xuanqing.

Teng Xuanqing held the hilt of the sword with his hand, but did nothing for a while.

There was struggle in her eyes, and tears welled down.

As long as she cuts away the evil with one sword, this trial can continue, not only can she get the opportunity in the Jiange trial, but also break through her obsessions and slay her inner demons.

The dazzling flames turned the sword in Kuang Lingyun's hand red.

The sword light got closer and closer, and Teng Xuanqing's palm holding the hilt was already wet with sweat.

With a bang, the blade left the sheath half an inch and stopped abruptly.

The sword in Kuang Lingyun's hand pierced into Teng Xuanqing's heart without hesitation.

Teng Xuanqing's face was pale, it was obvious that everything was an illusion, the sword passed through her body without leaving any wounds, but she felt that a hole that could not be healed was really stabbed in her heart.

Her sword was a gift from her master, who respected her not only for the grace of reinvention, but also for the person she secretly admired in her heart.

If she died in the hands of Kuang Lingyun, she would have a home.

The eyes closed slowly, tears fell, passed through the blade, and sank into the void.

The surrounding flames fluctuated like water ripples, and Kuang Lingyun's face gradually distorted, dissolved, and disappeared.

Teng Xuanqing stood sluggishly in the middle of the sword platform, and the breeze blew away the tears on her face.

There was a lot of voices on Qingyun Mountain, and she quickly attracted the attention of Lingyunzong disciples and elders on the sword platform.

"The disciples of Zixiao Palace came out so quickly."

"She seems to have only made it to the third floor."

"This has never happened before. How did she get the exchange quota?"

"..."

The people around were discussing, Teng Xuanqing turned around expressionlessly, and walked down the sword stage step by step.

She couldn't pass the test of her heart, and she didn't want to.

Xu Yang's complexion was complicated, and this situation was beyond his expectation, but seeing that Teng Xuanqing seemed extremely depressed, Xu Yang didn't want to say much, and wanted to comfort him, but Teng Xuanqing went straight to him as if he hadn't seen him at all. walked around.

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