Master wants to run away!

Summer is flying flowers, and the Xuanqing Sect is full of excitement, and the owners of these noises are all newcomers who have come to participate in a new round of disciple entry tests.

They were all disciples who had already passed the preliminary examination, so they were already lucky enough, but even so, their envious eyes couldn't stop falling on those figures who had been selected just after passing the preliminary examination.

People are more popular than people, they can only rely on acquired hard work, and these people are innately the material for cultivating immortals, and even the most powerful one has reached the golden core stage.

Lin Shen, who was being watched by everyone, stood on the familiar palace, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled up.

Xuanqingmen...Xue Hanling is back alone.

And on the northernmost cold peak of Xuanqing Gate, a man with extremely beautiful white hair was slowly waking up from the imperial concubine's bed.

His eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, even revealing a bright openness, but because of his snow-cold hair and pupil color, as well as his indifferent expression, he has become cold.

Kaolin Flower.

And this high mountain flower obviously didn't react for a long time, and its white eyelashes trembled slightly, like a handful of mountain snow shining brightly in the sun.

Um?Xue Hanling let out a slight exclamation, because he unexpectedly found that he woke up in the familiar cold peak.

Holding his forehead, his icy blue eyes were lifeless.Obviously, at the last second before falling into darkness, the man cut open his chest with a red sharp blade and took out 'Bing Xin'.

But Bing Xin is meaningless... Sighing, he looked up at this familiar scene, thinking, is this the world after death?Xue Hanling was extremely calm, his attitude was as cold and calm as his appearance, as if that tragic death had nothing to do with him.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and out of habit, Xue Hanling agreed to let the man in.

Only disciples whose cultivation level is not too deep will knock on the door, and the sect master and other peak masters will only transmit voices to the cold peak that is snowing all the year round.

Without him, it is simply impossible for people to stay here. As the saying goes, it is not a day's cold to freeze three feet, and the profound ice here is more than three feet.

"Uncle Hanling, Master has called you to go to Xuanzhen Palace to select disciples." The visitor bowed slightly, his brows were gentle, and he was full of righteousness—it was Xuanya, the eldest disciple of the head master Xuanyinzi, the elder brother of all disciples.

Xue Hanling silently wrapped his little quilt tightly, and said in a clear voice, "...Xuanya, are you dead too?"

Hearing this, Xuan Ya almost couldn't stop the gentle expression on his face, and after a long while he smiled and responded: "Uncle Han Ling, don't be joking. There is no such thing as death for a cultivator, it's just Dissipated between heaven and earth."

Yes, dissipated between heaven and earth.Xue Hanling still had no expression on his face, but he already had calculations in his heart.

Xuanya was the later master of Xuanqing Sect, with a righteous face more paralyzed than him, and his attacks were also ruthless - definitely not as gentle and polite as he is now.

If those things hadn't happened, Xuanya wouldn't have... She really was Nirvana, but how could Ice Phoenix's Nirvana be so weird?Xue Hanling blinked, curled up his body tightly: "I won't go."

I don't want to meet some later evil lord.

"Master said, if you don't go, your little story book will be confiscated." Xuan Ya was still gentle, but what she said made a certain flower of Gaoling fall into hell.

Small story book!My little storybook!Xue Hanling's beautiful ice blue eyes widened slightly: "Okay...don't confiscate my book."

Xuanya nodded with a smile, and put the moon-white costume newly made with shark yarn on the handle of the screen: "Uncle Han Ling, this is the new dress that Master Huafeng made for you." Reluctant in Li, Xuanya continued to add: "—for the sake of Xuanqingmen's face, you must wear it."

Afterwards, after Xuanya left, Xue Hanling silently took out a small notebook from his mustard space, and wrote:

Xue Xiaoniao's diary, August 11th, Feng'[-], Yin

Actually, I don't like such white clothes...not as pretty as my feathers.