Xiuxian Work Log

On the tenth day, Lin Qingyue established his foundation.

At this time, she also found a way out. She used her own experience to find a way out in the sea of ​​fire and swords.

His fingers touched the light spot floating in the darkness, and the light spot swayed and grew infinitely larger and brighter, gradually covering Lin Qingyue's entire body.

The moment she lost consciousness, the bracelet on her wrist felt hot. Wen Lingyun, who was sitting in front of Lin Qingyue's door, felt her vision go dark and she disappeared from the spot.

On the top of the sacred mountain, Yi Hanmei looked far away in the direction where Lin Qingyue left, and completed the rules bit by bit according to Xia Luo's instructions in the flower of rebirth.

Countless transparent threads were drawn out from the surroundings, flying towards the places where the rules were missing, patching up the loopholes bit by bit...

Xia Luo's remaining consciousness floated beside Yi Hanmei.

"Do you yearn for the outside world?"

"I can't say I'm yearning for it, I'm just a little curious."

Curious about where Lin Qingyue lives.

Xia Luo floated in front of Yi Hanmei, looked at her expression carefully, and found that she was very calm.

"There's nothing good out there. The spiritual energy is monopolized by other immortal cultivation clans, and there are all kinds of fights and bloodshed. In their eyes, we are just a hot commodity."

"Until you gain the strength to deter those who covet your power, you will have to work hard to maintain peace in this region."

Yi Hanmei pursed her lips.

"I know the senior."

In the flower of rebirth, the predecessors passed down all their previous memories.

Wu Qiandao was a casual cultivator who had luckily come in from outside. He had no choice but to come in because he was seriously injured by his companion.

Xia Luo rescued him and discovered his extraordinary talent in painting, so she gave him the skills and secrets to make him unique in the art of painting.

At the time, Wu Qiandao and Xia Luo were both young prodigies, full of vigor and ambition. When Xia Luo achieved immortality, Wu Qiandao even painted a picture of her ascension. They were known as a loving, divine couple.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Wu Qiandao's evil ambitions were hidden within him. He secretly contacted people from the outside world to seize the entire realm, hoping to offer it to the immortal cultivators and obtain the supreme magic weapon!

Xia Luo fought desperately to defeat those powerful immortal cultivators and close the opening to the world.

Because Wu Qiandao was a madman who used his body to paint, his entire body was constantly torn apart but he remained indestructible. Xia Luo ordered him to be cut into countless pieces and suppressed under the rules.

Unexpectedly, the ascension picture drawn by Wu Qiandao turned into a painting monster by chance.

Xia Luo herself gradually became weaker due to the dissipation of her strength, and it was only a matter of time before she disappeared from this world.

So her helping the painted demon was just an act of kindness before her demise.

A Ling lay down at Xia Luo's feet with a depressed look on her face.

"Senior, how long can your remaining consciousness last?" Yi Hanmei asked nervously.

"Three months." Xia Luo turned into clouds and mist to decorate the sky with rouge, and the sky was hazy under the rising sun.

"Three months is enough time for you to master everything you need to do."

"After all, a good janitor has to master a wide variety of skills."

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On the ridge of the field, a bright and sunny girl was skipping and jumping, and someone behind her ran over and called her.

"Xia Luo, you skipped class again! The teacher will be angry!"

Xia Luo made a face and suddenly ran forward, shaking the man off.

"I don't want to listen to that old man's long lecture! He said he would cast a little spell on us, but now he's tricking us again!"

"Hey, why are you running?"

The young man put down his hand in annoyance and chased in the direction of Xia Luo.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go! Can you wait for me?"

Xia Luo shouted, "I don't want to wait for you! If you want to come, just catch up with me!"

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Lin Qingyue was awakened by the "ding dong ding dong" sound, and his ears were buzzing as if countless bees were circling around them.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was floating on the water, with Wen Lingyun beside her. Lin Qingyue quickly pulled her back from the water and began to check Wen Lingyun's physical condition.

He's breathing, so he's not dead.

Just fell asleep.

Lin Qingyue used his spiritual power to dry the clothes on himself and Wen Lingyun. Instead of waking Wen Lingyun up, he picked him up.

She planned to send him back home, thinking that he would be happier when he woke up and saw his grandparents.

When I left Wen's house, there were only ruins all along the way, and not a single living person was seen.

Lin Qingyue was stunned for a moment and walked to Wen Lingyun's house.

This place is already a ruin.

There were ruins everywhere and no one was alive.

Lin Qingyue was walking on the road with a heavy heart when a stone fell at her feet.

"Hey! Are you the person my master told me to find?"

Lin Qingyue looked up and saw a girl with twin ponytails sitting on swords in the sunlight, holding two swords and looking down at her.

Lin Qingyue realized that the master she was talking about might be Wu Kun, but she did not recognize the girl in front of her.

"who are you?"

"Me?" The girl with twin ponytails was lying on the sword, with one sword behind her as a backrest, and she casually crossed her legs.

"Haven't you heard? The two immortal sword embryos of the Ziyang Sword Sect are both disciples of my master Wu Kun. One of these two sword embryos is my senior brother Yang Zishen, and the other is me, Yan Fei."

"It seems that our Ziyang Sword Sect has fallen on hard times these days. How could you not know my name? I'm even more powerful than my senior brother!"

Seeing that Lin Qingyue remained silent, Yan Fei raised his voice.

"So, are you the Lin Qingyue? I heard you fell into some secret realm? You don't seem like the mortal without spiritual power that Master said you were."

"Could it be that I've found the wrong person? But there's no one here anymore."

The girl muttered to herself, looking a little annoyed.

"I'm Lin Qingyue. Can you tell me where everyone here has gone?"

Yan Fei leaned closer to look at Lin Qingyue, "You are quite good-looking."

After hearing Lin Qingyue's question, he sat back.

"Are there any people here? The Qingjing has been searched through and now it's back. The people inside are nowhere to be found. Not a single one is left alive."

Not a single person was left alive...

Lin Qingyue's body froze and he almost couldn't stand.

Yan Fei glanced at Lin Qingyue strangely and continued, "The separation of a spiritual weapon from the place where it was connected would have caused a huge upheaval. This place was actually turned back by my master."

how come?

Isn’t the Qingjing in her hand?

Lin Qingyue clenched the green mirror in his sleeve, his fingers trembling.

"Because I was passing by here on my way to Sanbeiyuan to compete, my master caught me and told me to find a guy named Lin Qingyue. He said he was impressed by your qualifications and wanted me to give you the Ziyang Sword Sect's entry competition token."

The token drew an arc in the air and fell into Lin Qingyue's hands.

"The Zi Yang Sword Sect's initiation competition takes place every three years. The next one will be in early September next year. I hope you'll be my junior sister by the time I return from Sanbeiyuan."

As the voice fell, a breeze blew across her face, and the girl with twin ponytails disappeared from the spot.

Lin Qingyue came back to his senses, but when he saw Wen Lingyun open his eyes, he realized that he had heard the conversation just now!

The crying sounds around me could not stop for a long time...