I have been assisting these years

【62】

Wen Xuanqing came and went in a hurry, and Xie Xiaozhi didn't say a few words to him.

The snow finally stopped falling in the middle of the night, Xie Xiaozhi lowered her head, looked at the things the other party gave her, and sniffed after a long time.

She was not excluded by the senior sisters and brothers.

At this time, it seems that I have a heavy responsibility.

She put the scabbard Xue Yu gave her beside Qi Jin's couch.

The scabbard had a cold aura, which she didn't like very much, but recently the Que was not peaceful, the ghost clan moved frequently, and the mountain gate was in danger.

She doesn't feel at ease if she doesn't guard Qi Jin.

She has never been out of Misty Rain again. In the middle of the night before the battle at Tianheng Mountain, the ghost general Chihu led the ghost soldiers and broke through the mountain gate.

There was a lot of noise, ghost soldiers and monks were fighting together in the deep snow, and Lan Zimao also joined the battle circle.

Xie Xiaozhi wanted to follow, but was stopped.

"You take good care of your senior sister."

In the sound of fighting soaring into the sky, Xie Xiaozhi watched Lan Zimao walk away with his disciple.

She lay on Qi Jin's body, calling for Senior Sister.

"Second Senior Sister, if you don't wake up, the fire will burn on you..."

"Elder Sister is going to fight the Ghost King tomorrow, so you can't help but take a look... And the little brother, the little brother asked me to bring you something..."

"And sister Xue Yu, she..."

Xie Xiaozhi repeated it over and over until his voice almost became hoarse.

And the two parties fighting in the palace, led by the ghost general Chihu, looked at the purple-robed woman who was protecting the disciples and laughed——

"Do you still remember me?"

The ghost general has a high level of cultivation, and his face is obviously not as ugly as the ghost soldier.

There is an evil look between his eyebrows, and there is a ring on his lips, such an obvious feature, of course Feng Zhi remembers it.

She shouldn't have remembered it, Leng Qiuzi sealed her humiliating memory with her own hands.

It's just that the other party had injuries at that time, the effect of this kind of seal on Feng Zhi was greatly reduced, even if it was strengthened later, it was of no use to Feng Zhi who already understood.

"of course I remember."

The guser she was carrying flew up and landed in her arms.Feng Zhi, the master of the star gate, is good at alchemy. Alchemy disciples are not suitable for fighting in front of the formation, but when she picks the strings, she has overwhelming pressure, and the powerful spiritual power spreads to the surroundings. Many disciples opened their eyes wide. Thinking that the chief executive who usually stays behind closed doors has this kind of ability.

"You're as interesting as ever."

The man's hair is messy, there are deep folds between the eyebrows, and the tail of the hair is a little dazzling red.

Feng Zhi has been obeying Leng Qiuzi all these years, playing the role of a junior who lost that memory.

But the enemy is really there, and these insomnia pain erupts into a haste to pluck the strings.

This sound wave shakes the mountains of Yuqingque.

It is most common for people who cultivate the Tao to enter the Tao with the sword. Although there are Yinxiu, Xie Xiaozhi has been studying for so many years, and he has not seen many disciples of Yinxiu.

Most of them are used as an auxiliary, or to show off at parties with leisure and elegance.

"This breath...is..."

Back then, Leng Qiuzi and Feng Zhi traveled across the great rivers and rivers, beheading demons and ghosts, and at the same time saw all the great rivers and mountains.

However, during the War of the Three Realms, Lord Que had a strong heart but not enough power, which resulted in the seal of the ghost clan not being very strong, and it needed to be strengthened once every hundred years.

And there are always ghosts who escape through this loophole.

The red fox is that one.

Leng Qiuzi had fought against each other more than once, and the injury she suffered in the battle of the Three Realms had not healed, which made it difficult for her to enjoy herself every time she met.

One day, she suddenly received a message from Lord Que, specifying that she should go to meet alone.

She separated from Feng Zhi, met again from Shengjing, took Feng Changyu as her apprentice, played with the little girl for a few days, and then was sent back to Yuqingque by Leng Qiuzi.

It was that time of parting, Feng Zhi was taken away by the red fox.

Leng Qiuzi couldn't find her anywhere, and when she found the red fox, she finally gained the upper hand, and finally found Feng Zhi who was covered in injuries in a dilapidated temple.

The aura of the ghost clan permeated this dilapidated space, which made Leng Qiuzi's eyes sour, and knelt in front of Feng Zhi, trembling to touch the other's trembling body.

Feng Zhi was unconscious and kept calling for her senior sister. Leng Qiuzi hugged her in her arms and comforted her for a long time.

They have never been so close before, and some things have not been revealed, and they always think that it will be a long time, and we will talk about it later.

But Feng Zhi's pain almost burned all of Leng Qiuzi's body, her body was wounded after fighting the leader of the four ghost generals.

She herself was very embarrassed, but the person in her arms was even more embarrassed.

Leng Qiuzi wiped the blood she had vomited out of panic with the back of her hand, and used her fingers to brush away the hair sticking to Feng Zhi's face.

Blood, sweat and tears were mixed together, Leng Qiuzi's fingers trembled.

She is the first disciple of Master Que, and she has all the qualities of a senior sister, and everyone in the Que thinks highly of her.

Humorous and funny, he is also very gentle to the younger generation, with a smile on his face all the year round, and his eyes are narrowed when he smiles, which is easy to infect people.

Her little junior sister Feng Zhi is not as good-tempered as she is, she is extremely coquettish, she doesn't like the guser that her master gave her, so she went to play with alchemy, and said that it's no wonder that someone like Leng Qiuzi can play the piano well, playing with her is simply amazing too painful.

But then the Qin and Se sang in harmony, and the leader of Yin Xiu was unmatched.

The Battle of the Three Realms lost so many fellow practitioners, Leng Qiuzi felt sad, but she didn't cry.

She has a gentle temperament, but she has never shed tears, and she is too sour, and she has no tears.

But at this moment, holding the trembling body of the little junior sister, and the appearance of the senior sister who kept opening her chapped lips and shouting like a gossamer, her tears still fell down.

Hitting Feng Zhi on the face, she was filled with grief, hugged him tightly, unconsciously rubbed her cheek against his forehead, and finally made a decision.

Feng Zhi was injured too badly, plus the blow was excessive, if this memory of her is not erased, her condition will not be better.

Coupled with the fact that Lord Que entrusted almost all the instructions about the common people, Leng Qiuzi has a heavy responsibility, and there is no extra time to take the little junior sister to travel all over the mountains and rivers.

After Feng Zhi recovered, she forgot that humiliating experience, and the first thing she faced was the frosty elder sister.

The news of Lord Que's death was only known to her generation's disciples. She originally thought it was because of her master's death. After all, Leng Qiuzi was the first disciple of Lord Que, and was almost brought up by him.

Most of the remaining disciples were grown up by Leng Qiuzi.

But I didn't expect Leng Qiuzi to stay so cold.

In the past, someone joked that someone as good as the eldest sister did not deserve this surname at all, and that she had to be surnamed Nuan.

Only Feng Zhi sneered, saying how could this person be so warm.

Unexpectedly, she was really cold.

After being cold for many years, even drawing a clear line, the vague ambiguity between them was also erased, and turned into a polite nod passing by.

Feng Zhi didn't know at first, but after a long time, she gradually recovered her memory, and she didn't hate her anymore.

That's what that person is.

The responsibilities are too heavy, and I don't know how to share them. It's like dying, and I have to die alone.

It's like being voluntarily imprisoned in the Taoist Prison this time.

Feng Zhi didn't know what Leng Qiuzi's plan was, even if her old wounds hadn't healed, the mob didn't have the ability to capture her alive.

But it's time for Yu Qingque's life and death, why don't you tell me anything?

Feng Zhi's brows have long since lost the agility of the past, years of time wrapped in heart-breaking memories have peeled away layer by layer the innocence that Leng Qiuzi had tried so hard to protect.

She was inescapably alone.

There are too many people who need to be protected by her, and she is no longer a little sister who is protected by her seniors and brothers.

It is a master division and an agent master.

Feng Zhi's sound cultivation attainments are not inferior to Dan Dao's, and after many years of plucking the strings, people far away in Dao Tianjian can feel it.

Asking Xue Yu to take away the scabbard made her a thorn in the side of the Daomeng.

Since Lianzhumen switched to the ghost clan, and she was arrested for that reason and entered the Daoist Prison, this organization established for the peace of the Daoist sect is no longer the Qingsheng it was at the beginning.

It has reached this point and there is still constant internal fighting, fighting for power and profit.

Tomorrow is the final judgment day, Xue Yu escaped from Zhelin and became a casual cultivator, but the Taoist League still held her accountable for colluding with Leng Qiuzi for throwing the magic weapon, and has been sending people to chase and kill her.

The scabbard taken out from the depths of Suihai is the key to killing the ghosts.

But that scabbard doesn't fit any sword completely. Everyone wants to be a hero who slays the ghost king, even if the ascetic is supposed to be pure-hearted and ascetic.

Leng Qiuzi kept her mouth shut, and a group of people couldn't stand her anymore, so they had to lock her on the stone pillar outside the gate of Daotian Prison.

She originally planned to catch the inner ghosts in the Dao League and the ghost clan who were cooperating with each other, but when she felt this familiar string, she didn't want to be so scruples anymore.

The inside of the wood is starting to rot, so it's better to find a new one after the matter is over.

The iron chains that locked her were intertwined with runes, which were incompatible with her skills.

But Leng Qiuzi didn't have any influence. There were fellow practitioners who fought side by side with her in the Daoist League, so it's not difficult to take care of her.

She broke free from the chain and headed towards Yuqing Que.

And the sky broke, and it was a new day.

Feng Zhi plucked the string until blood flowed, not only the red fox, but also a lot of powerful ghost generals, as if they were determined to bite off the tough bone of Yu Qingque.

The disciples were dead, injured, and Yunqiao couldn't bear the impact, and they fell one after another, rumbling like a sky crashing.

On Tianheng Mountain, Feng Changyu was holding a long sword and waiting for Yan Qi to come over.

The sun was just rising, and the golden light shrouded her body, making people ignore the strong ghostly aura on her body.

Many monks have already felt Tianheng Mountain, after all, they never thought that the cunning ghost clan would abide by the agreement.

Feng Changyu's identity is no longer a secret. Some people want to see the joke, some want to see the result, and some want to lend a helping hand.

The ghost soldiers were in the formation, and only the disciples of the Daoist sect remained in the Daoist League, and there were many faces that Feng Changyu was familiar with.

Opponents who have fought against in the Dao League Exchange Meeting, such as Wen Yise, are also among them.

The strength of the ghost soldiers led by the ghost king himself was naturally extraordinary. Amidst the flying dust on the cliff, Yan Qi jumped up the cliff briskly and stood a foot away from Feng Changyu.

She doesn't like the sun very much, it's too hot, too hot, but against the light, her compatriot sister is shrouded in a layer of golden light, like the gap between the two of them, light and darkness, facing the irreparable opposite situation from the beginning .

The queen of the ghost accidentally took away the royal blood, but she did not expect that they were twins, and they were destined to have completely different fates.

"My dear sister~"

Yan Qi held the sudden long halberd, and she rarely tied up her long messy hair, without any cover, revealing half of her ugly face, completely different from the half of Feng Changyu's face that had been branded with peach petals.

That half of her face was pitted, as if it had been scalded or rubbed by something.

"You don't have a face like mine, you are so lucky."

She picked the hair on her cheeks. It was difficult to show feminine features on her body. Now that she took off the black cloak, she could see the curves.

It's just that the strong ghost aura lingers around him, making him appear hazy.

Feng Changyu didn't answer, and she didn't want to pay attention to the strong jealousy in Yan Xi's eyes, she felt that she had nothing to be jealous of.

With a long sword, the power of the Thirteen Great Accomplishments of Jintian is enough to collapse mountains and rivers.

Yan Qi exaggeratedly said, "It seems that you have finally accepted your identity."

The sound of the confrontation on Tianheng Mountain shook the heavens and the earth, the surrounding vegetation was all dead, ghost aura scattered, covering the sky and the sun, it was noon, but it seemed like a silent night.

On the battlefield below, Wen Xuanqing led his demon generals to fight against the ghost tribe members.

His attention had been on the two fighting on the cliff.

In the beginning, it was evenly divided, one hour, two hours, three hours...

In the middle of the night, the Ghost King was still not exhausted, but Feng Changyu showed signs of decline.

The young demon master climbed up the mountain with a longbow on his back, waiting for the opportunity Feng Changyu said.

His face was still full of tension, looking at Yuqing Temple in the distance, waiting for the last key power to wake up.