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"Can this road really lead to the underground palace? What if it is a dead end, what if there are traps ahead..." A murmur sounded in the corridor.

Everyone walked forward with their magic weapons on.The boundless darkness and bone-deep cold are enough to kill confidence and make people impetuous.

Someone in Qingya couldn't help but said: "If Brother Song wanted to harm you, you would have died ten thousand times!"

"I don't doubt Brother Song's meaning, I mean if we are unlucky, or if Brother Song remembers the wrong way..."

"Song Daoyou is in doubt about our life and death in order to protect us, but you say he is wrong?"

Ziye Manjusri was leading the team ahead, and was a little dazed when he heard the sound.

They walk as they walk, why are they worried and flustered, it seems that they are about to start arguing.

Suddenly there was a faint sound of flute.Everyone was attracted by the soft music, and the sound of disputes gradually subsided.

Miao Yan took out a shark king bead and made it float in the air, illuminating the way forward.

She began to play "The Song of Flowers, Moons and Falling Clouds", the sound of the flute was melodious, like flowers falling in the wind.

Different from the gentle brilliance of the magic weapon, accompanied by the clear sound of the flute, there is a strange power to comfort people's hearts.

The music repairers of Xianyinmen feel that Miaoyan has become very strange. She didn't like to play the flute before, because the piccolo is not dignified, and she is more self-confident, and she doesn't play casually for others.

In the past, they could imitate Fairy Miaoyan in their actions and speech.Miaoyan is as perfect as a benchmark, never out of line, making no mistakes, and never changing. If even Miaoyan changes, many people have no rulers, what should they do.

Anxiety and anxiety arose in their hearts, but they were gradually soothed by the sound of the music, leaving only sadness.

Everyone moved forward quietly, until a thick, dark door blocked the way.

"Entrance to the underground palace!" Everyone was excited and looked at Ziye Manjusri expectantly.

Miao Yan put down her piccolo and signaled her distracted colleagues to follow her closely.

Ziye Wenshu sent the Xueren knife forward in his hand, and suddenly pushed open the door.

The wind swept through.Miao Yan only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and she fell down uncontrollably.

After a while, she opened her eyes and heard the exclamation of her fellow doormen.

In an instant, the darkness receded, and the grass-scented night wind rushed towards the face with water vapor.

Miao Yan raised her head and took a deep breath, feeling that the moonlight was so bright for the first time, it was dazzling.

The crimson stream meanders forward, and the banks of the stream are full of grass.Clouds float in the sky, and fireflies fly over wildflowers.

All the female cultivators were trapped in a square inch for a long time, and all they saw was pale ice.Suddenly seeing the heights of the sky and the vastness of the earth, how can I not feel emotional ups and downs:

"It turns out that the entrance is a random teleportation array. I don't know where the others are going. They separated in a hurry and haven't said goodbye yet."

"What else can be better than here. It can be seen that Senior Sister Miaoyan has good luck, and we follow Senior Sister, everything can be turned into good luck..."

In the midst of laughter and excitement, I suddenly heard a sneer: "My luck seems to be better."

The voice was very familiar, and the laughter stopped instantly.Everyone saw a figure turning from behind the boulder by the stream, sinking in unison.

The sound of footsteps and the flapping of dresses surrounded me from all sides, like the beating of drums.

Miao Yan's face suddenly turned pale: "It's you."

The group of them passed through the ice cave earthquake, describing them as embarrassed and their white dresses were damaged.

The thirty or so people on the other side of the stream were also wearing Xianyinmen's dresses, but their makeup was appropriate, their bodies were full of aura, and their demeanor was calm.

"They're not dead, don't tell me Master Shu is already..." Mu Xia said halfway, but was stopped by Miao Yan with her eyes.

The creek is not wide, the water is clear and shallow, and it can be flowed through in five or six steps.

The two teams of female cultivators by the stream confronted each other holding Dharma weapons, one with red eyes and burning with anger, and the other with a cold and condescending expression.

He Qingqing stood at the forefront, wearing moonlight.The reeds by the stream swayed in the wind at her feet.

She is as beautiful as a peony under the moon, but she makes the fresh and gentle night wind cold.

Different from the grief, indignation and anxiety of the people around her, Miao Yan only asked, "What's wrong with my master?"

He Qingqing didn't speak, and seemed to disdain to answer, and glanced at a certain young female cultivator beside her.

The female cultivator laughed loudly and said, "Wang Shu has committed the crime of treason and has been imprisoned in the Lianhuafeng Water Prison. Her accomplices have been put to death! Fairy Miaoyan, where are you hiding these days? It's really easy to find ..."

"Okay." He Qingqing interrupted her, and said lightly, "Send the others to stop looking and come here."

"Yes!" The female cultivator raised her sleeves.A red firework flew out and exploded with a bang.

Mu Xia and the others were in an uproar, and quickly adjusted their formation to protect Miao Yan in the center.

Liao Hua hastily sent a voice transmission: "Everyone take out all the blasting talismans and magic weapons that can explode themselves, and hit He Qingqing at the same time."

Miao Yan shook her head: "No."

"Senior sister, time is running out, don't hesitate any longer."

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood. The senior sister holds the fairy tone order, and she is the rightful heir to the head. Sooner or later, there will be a comeback."

He Qingqing laughed, as if admiring their despair and struggle:

"We are in the same sect, I don't want to make a fool of myself. Miao Yan, I will give you a chance to hand over the Immortal Voice Order in exchange for your master Wang Shu's life!"

But Miao Yan said: "I want to talk to you alone, just the two of us."

Everyone on both sides of the creek stared at her in surprise.

Liaohua said anxiously: "Senior sister, it's life and death with them, what else can I say!"

"Don't you dare?" Miao Yan stared at He Qingqing.

"Let's go." He Qingqing simply agreed, seemingly confident.

"Whoa."

Ripples were everywhere, Miaoyan flowed across the river, crushed Qiongyu, and stood in front of He Qingqing.

He Qingqing waved his hands back to the left and right, leading the opponent behind the big rock by the stream.

There is no one else in this space, the boulders and woods completely block the figures of the two, and a single talisman can block prying eyes.

Suddenly Miao Yan said: "I know you guys lost."

He Qingqing's face turned cold: "Deceive yourself!"

"I'm not lying to you. You seem to have a long breath and a lot of aura, but you don't dare to speak too much, for fear that once you open your mouth, the violent and out-of-control aura will flow out and be noticed. My master has mental calculations and carelessness, and careful planning, so it is impossible to fail , even if she loses, she will never be caught without a fight, and Jiang Yun will not spare her life. You can only exchange her body for the fairy tone order. You send a signal, tell me deliberately, and do it for me Look. In fact, these are the only ones of you who escaped."

Miao Yan's tone was steady.

He Qingqing's complexion changed rapidly when he heard her talking, as if recalling some painful scenes that he didn't want to recall.

She finally smiled and said: "Miao Yan, as expected of Miao Yan."

Before she finished speaking, she summoned Fairy Jiangyun's Nine Heavens Ring Piqin, and said coldly: "It's true that I'm injured, and it's more than enough to restrain you remnants and defeated generals."

She had already touched the strings with her fingertips, but she stopped suddenly, because Miao Yan said: "I can give you the fairy tone order."

He Qingqing was stunned.

"Master raised me up. If she loses, I will avenge her and support the family. But she won, which is really good..." Miao Yan sighed, "If she wins, she can teach the second Wonderful smoke."

"What do you mean?" He Qingqing didn't move while holding the piano.

"I've had enough of Miao Yan." Miao Yan sighed: "Put away this piano. No matter what method you use to suppress the injury, you have paid the price. You shouldn't do anything with me again."

If it was a normal person, he must try to hide his tracks and heal his wounds silently.However, He Qingqing decided to take the risk and try to turn the corner.

But He Qingqing thought, who is this person, is it really Miaoyan?What happened to Miao Yan?

"Aren't you afraid that I will turn around and take revenge with the Immortal Token?"

"My master must be sending someone to chase you down. If you want to take revenge, I'm afraid it will take many years." Miao Yan looked at the nervous and anxious fellow disciple, "You can leave Xianyinmen and go anywhere. If you If you want to come back, you have to spare their lives and my master. The Xianyin Sect shouldn’t bleed anymore. The hatred between the two factions should also end.”

"You really think so?" He Qingqing didn't believe it.

Miao Yan took out the white jade-like token, spread her palms out, and said with burning eyes, "If you agree, take it and leave. If you don't agree, we will fight now!"

"Don't you leave yourself a way out?" He Qingqing was in a complicated mood.

Miao Yan lowered her head and said softly: "I came to the secret realm this time and met a man. He is still alive or dead, but I will find him, and from then on I will hide my name with him and withdraw from the cultivation world."

He Qingqing didn't feel pleasantly surprised, but felt absurd: "Are you crazy?!"

What kind of person Miao Yan is, she knows all too well the confrontation in the past few years.

"I'm not crazy, I'm only awake now." Miao Yan said.

He Qingqing sarcastically said: "It's a pity that Wang Shu can't see your appearance. She has worked so hard to match you with a Taoist partner who is talented, cultivated, and born in the world, but you say you want to quit cultivation with a man." boundary."

She couldn't help laughing, a very comfortable smile.

"Have you seen the moon?" Miao Yan asked suddenly.

He Qingqing looked up: "It's not a rare thing, just look up, no one has seen it before."

The moon is empty in spring, and the night is as cool as water.Strands of floating clouds float, sometimes blocking the shadow of the moon.

"It's not seeing, but watching seriously." Miao Yan said.

With a thought in He Qingqing's mind, he inexplicably thought of the peach blossoms in front of the Huaweizong Song Academy, and Chen Hongzhu sitting in front of the steps watching the moon.

The two stood side by side by the stream, quietly watching the moon and You Yun for a moment.

"I never saw the real moon until I met him." Miao Yan said, "It's easy to find a treasure, but it's rare to find a bosom friend."

When He Qingqing saw a piece of black skirt tied around her wrist, he felt inexplicably familiar.

"It's him?!" He Qingqing was surprised.

She also held the same robe in her hand.

At that time, she was still very young and survived catastrophe, only dared to pull the man's scabbard or sleeve.

The sleeves and the scabbard were as black as the man's deep pupils, without any variegation.

"It's him." Miao Yan nodded.

She remembered that He Qingqing worshiped at Xianyin Gate from Qingya, and Song Xun was a friend of Ziye Manjusri, and Ziye Manjusri was He Qingqing's savior.

It should be Ziye Manjusri who gave He Qingqing Song Xun's "Wind and Snow into the Battle".It is not surprising that He Qingqing knows Song Xun.

He Qingqing first heard Miaoyan say the word bosom friend, fearing that she would find the composer Song Qianji.

But now Miaoyan wants to retire with Ziye Manjusri, although she finds it ridiculous, she feels even more fortunate.

That's fine, Miao Yan will never know who the real composer is.

"This is your choice. I choose Xianyin Ling." He Qingqing stretched out her hand.

The color of the token is pure white, and it is extremely cold to the touch, like snow on the top of a mountain.

"You have an extraordinary mind and a tenacious personality. You could have lived a good life. But the road you walk is difficult and dangerous. I wish you peace." Miao Yan said.

He Qingqing was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "You are used to wearing a mask, you are not a real person, you should be driven crazy by yourself. But you don't want to live like this, I wish you freedom."

"Goodbye." Miao Yan turned around.

"No, you and I shouldn't see each other again."

Miao Yan saw the bright moon hanging in the sky, and heard He Qingqing's voice from behind: "It's a good thing not to see."

Others don't know what they talked about, and the two are hostile, so how could they chat.

After a cup of tea, I finally saw Miao Yan come out first.

Mu Xia and the others were like lost birds, panicked and at a loss: "Senior Sister Miaoyan, are you okay!"

Miao Yan smiled softly.

A smile from the heart brightened her face: "Stop calling me Senior Sister."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.