Early the next morning, Ling Xiaoxiao and Ling Qi were still sleeping when they heard a "bang" sound.
Ling Qi turned over and fell from the ancient tree dozens of meters high.
"You bastard, you don't want anyone to sleep so early in the morning."
When she saw the huge handprint on the thousand-year-old tree, she couldn't help but smile: "Haha, the progress is so fast, we have broken through to the second level of Shiyun Hand so quickly."
Ling Xiaoxiao also got up and looked at Ye Jian with a smile.
"Now that you have all learned the Shiyun Hand, my mission has been completed.
As for whether you can break through to the Thousand Cloud Hand in the future, it depends on your luck."
Ling Qi's words naturally meant he was ready to leave.
Ye Jian suddenly realized that after just a few days of getting along, he became more and more fond of this demonic saint from more than two hundred years ago.
He had just gotten to know each other a little bit, and he felt a little reluctant to say goodbye soon.
"Senior, you are leaving now."
"If I don't leave, will I still stay here for two hundred years?"
If it weren't for the promise to teach Ye Jian Qianyun Hands in return for Ye Jian's rescue, Ling Qi would have been unable to hold back and leave.
"Then..., should you go back to the ancient continent, or go find Senior Kong Lan?"
For some reason, Ye Jian felt very sorry for the love between the two.
Deep down in his heart, he still hoped that the two could get back together.
After suffering life and death, if they could be together again, they would definitely cherish each other's feelings even more.
Mentioning Kong Lan, Ling Qi raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said leisurely: "What can I do if I see you?
What can I do if I don't see you?
Sage made an oath back then that we would never be allowed to see each other again in my lifetime.
With my current cultivation level, I can't I'm not a match for Xu Sheng.
I'm afraid the Kong family's worship has made great progress in the past two hundred years.
When I went to the Kong family, I might be captured again before I even entered the door.
Alas, we are destined to have no destiny in this life.
It's better to miss each other than to miss each other."
In fact, Ling Qi had always wanted to find Kong Lan in her heart.
However, after more than two hundred years of imprisonment, she was no longer the devilish saint who could ignore her feelings for the sake of her feelings.
What she was even more afraid of was that she would see Kong Lan.
He has already become a partner with another woman.
If so, what's the point of meeting him?
It's better to leave a beautiful memory in his heart.
Ling Qi glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao again: "Xiaoxiao, come back to Xuecheng with me."
Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at Ye Jian and nodded silently.
Ling Xiaoxiao left Luoxue City ten years ago and was taken by Aunt Xue.
She traveled tens of thousands of kilometers and visited hundreds of cities in order to find the Holy Ancestor of the Ling family.
Now that she has found it, she naturally wants to go back, and she also I miss my parents and relatives at home very much.
This is a kind of natural blood concern.
When Ye Jian heard that Ling Xiaoxiao was leaving, his heart suddenly felt empty.
He looked at Ling Xiaoxiao blankly, his eyes a little moist.
The two experienced the dilemma of life and death in Diling, and their feelings for each other were clearly understood.
Ling Qi deliberately walked away, leaving the two of them to talk.
"Ye Jian, I will accompany the Holy Ancestor home first.
Later, when I have a chance, I will come back to you."
Ling Xiaoxiao herself was not sure how long the so-called opportunity would be in the future and what kind of opportunity it would be.
She was very confused.
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Ling Xiaoxiao had some bad premonitions in her heart.
As a member of the demon world, there was still a racial gap between herself and Ye Jianzong.
Even if the two of them didn't care, once the people around them knew their identities, they would feel pressure.
Maybe the two of them don't have as much pressure as Ling Qi and Kong Lan, but the blood feud between the human race and the demon world cannot be reconciled for a day, and it will be difficult for the relationship between them to appear openly and openly in front of everyone.
"Okay, I will also go to Luoxue City to find you."
Ye Jian's eyes showed determination.
"real" Ling Xiaoxiao looked up at Ye Jian, pleasantly surprised, and two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.
Ling Xiaoxiao pulled out an emerald green hairpin from her head and put it in Ye's hand: "If you miss me, just take a look at this hairpin."
"Um" Ye Jian also wanted to send a token to Ling Xiaoxiao, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything suitable, so he had to say awkwardly: "I am too poor, I really have nothing to give you."
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled, and then said quietly: "I don't need anything, your heart is enough."
Ling Qi stood in the distance and saw Ye Jian and Ling Xiaoxiao's lingering farewell.
She couldn't help but think of her own past, and her heart felt ripples.
"Xiaoxiao, we have to leave."
Ling Qi couldn't help but say.
"It's just, where are we going and where are we going?"
Ling Xiaoxiao asked.
Ye Jian and the three of them were at the top of the peaks, with endless mountains stretching as far as the eye could see, and they couldn't find their bearings at all.
"What's so difficult about this?"
Ling Qi said, walked to Ye Jian and Ling Xiaoxiao, stretched out his hands to hold them respectively.
Ling Qi grabbed their hands, jumped into the air, and flew hundreds of meters.
Ye Jian only felt the wind whistling in his ears, and the mountains below him.
More than half an hour later, Ye Jian saw what seemed to be a small town in the distance, with some vague houses.
Ling Qi descended from mid-air and landed on a hillside, saying: "Ye Jian, go ahead and ask for directions, and then go back."
"Thank you, senior," Ye Jian said, cupping his fists.
"Also, help me tell Aunt Xue that I have found the Holy Ancestor and ask her to come back quickly."
Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of Aunt Xue and added.
"Um" It seems that we are really going to separate.
Ye Jian suddenly remembered something and said, "Senior Ling Qi, I will give you a gift, just as if we are destined to meet each other."
Ling Qi looked at Ye Jian, smiled slightly, and said nothing, thinking, you can't even give anything to your beloved lover, what gift can you give to me?
Of course, Ling Qi wouldn't say it, as it would hurt Ye Jian's self-esteem.
Ye Jian looked at Ling Qi and Ling Xiaoxiao and said, "I know the first half of Jialan Temple Listening to the Rain.
I will sing it to you as a farewell to you."
Ling Qi was shocked and looked at Ye Jian.
Ye Jian closed his eyes slightly and sang softly, with a sad and melodious voice: The prosperous sound escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world The dream is cold, and a lifetime has passed, with several love debts As you acquiesce, life, death, withering, etc.
Waiting for one round, another round of annual rings Ling Qi burst into tears when she heard Ye Jian sing the first line.
On that rainy day more than two hundred years ago, in the dilapidated ancient Jialan Temple, Kong Lan and herself were destined to live and die because half of the Jialan Temple listened to the rain. ,,,,,,, Scenes from the past replayed in her mind, and Ling Qi burst into tears.
Ye Jian's singing continued, and Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly felt flustered.
This song was not so much for Saint Ancestor Ling Qi as it was for her.
She and Ye Jian would also face the "life and death" after parting with Ye Jian.
Wait".
How many floors of the pagoda were broken, whose soul was broken?
The pain goes straight, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate If you let me wait, history will turn around Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng song It rains heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep I heard that you are always alone The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots What echoed on the stone slab was, wait a little longer It rains heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village Fate takes root, we
Ling Qi took Ling Xiaoxiao away in the air while singing, leaving only Ye Jian intoxicated in the singing
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