After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Everyone naturally understands this principle.

When a guard was searching the evil cultivator's inner clothes, he suddenly felt something prickly on his neck. He took it out and saw that it was a black, inconspicuous stone.

The stones are of strange shapes, rough in appearance, and cold to the touch, with a chilling, eerie aura.

He turned to the captain of the guards and asked, "Sir, do you want to keep this?"

The captain of the guards glanced over and thought it was just a useless stone, so he waved his hand and told him not to pick up any garbage.

The guard looked at the stone and felt a little uneasy, so he quickly threw it to the bottom of the pit.

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Monks don't often dream, and she hasn't dreamed about her past life for a long time.

Among the ten main peaks of Qiankun Sect, Jianfeng is the coldest.

The snow that never melts all year round covers most of the mountain. From afar, the white snow, the world around, and the jade-like branches and leaves are particularly brilliant.

Here, the flowing water is cold, the blowing wind is cold, and the blooming flowers are also cold.

Even the exiled immortal who is in charge of this place is cold.

But Jiang Liqian loved this place, and loved the sword's edge. Every time she opened her palms to the biting cold wind, she could feel a fine, dense stinging pain radiating from each finger. Sometimes, her hands would crack from practicing swordplay, and when the cold wind blew, her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

But this kind of pain can make her feel her own existence, and also make her feel the existence of the sword in her hand.

She danced with a sword in the ice and snow, and gained enlightenment in the cold wind. Everything in the world of ice and snow was so pure and holy. There were no worldly disturbances, and no responsibilities or people that she didn't want to face.

She is free.

But what she liked most was sitting by the ice lake, under the cold snow tree, drinking the tea poured for her by her second junior brother, and playing chess with her third junior brother. At this time, her fourth junior brother would set up a rack next to her to grill the ice fish in the ice lake. After grilling, he would put it on a plate and put it on the table. The hot steam made it impossible to see the eyes of the person opposite him.

Fourth Junior Brother loves to eat delicious food, so everyone would tacitly give him most of the grilled fish. Fourth Junior Brother would always eat until his belly was full, and then he would shout that he was not full and wanted to go into the water to catch more fish.

The fifth junior brother sat beside her holding his small alchemy furnace, shivering by the fire while looking through the collection of elixirs in his hand, and occasionally stuffing some spiritual plants into the alchemy furnace.

Sometimes, the amount of spiritual plants he put in was incorrect, or he was practicing the spell too slowly, and the small stove would emit black smoke, leaving his face and hands covered in soot.

Whenever this happens, everyone can't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter echoed in the snow valley, shaking this world of ice and snow. The cold snow trees swayed in the wind, and pure white and soft snowflakes fell. The snowflakes fell on the hair, on the lapels, and on the black and white chessboard. After a while, they turned into pure white aura and dissipated in the vast white snow.

She would wave her sleeves to stir up a splash of water and bring fat ice fish to the fourth junior brother, melt snow into water to extinguish the black smoke in the fifth junior brother's alchemy furnace, bring a plate of snacks to the second junior brother who worked hard to serve tea, and patiently teach the third junior brother how to play chess.

The days are very long. In the world of ice and snow, it seems that time is also frozen, floating and vague, like a sweet dream.

It really is a dream that I can’t wake up from.

"Big Sister, how do I use that sword move so I can cut through gold and jade like Big Sister?"

"Big Sister, look at the elixir I made. I succeeded, I succeeded. Big Sister, from now on, I will take care of all your elixirs!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that's my hibiscus cake. I want to give it to Senior Sister. Second Brother, put it down, put it down!"

"Big Sister, look at this calligraphy I wrote. Isn't it better? Tomorrow, we will hang it on the plaque of Kun Ya Ju. If Master wants to punish me, Big Sister, you must plead for me!"

In the dream, she had curved eyebrows and a smile on her face. She responded to everyone's questions one by one. The light in her eyes was like scenery, flying snow and falling flowers.

The heavy snow fluttered down and then floated away with the wind. The scene in front of my eyes changed, and I somehow came to the tall and bright Star-Rancing Pavilion. The stars were twinkling outside the window, and the spirit beads inside the window emitted a soft halo.

Rows of bookshelves are silently arranged around, with a faint spiritual light floating around them, like silent preachers, looking selflessly and without desire at everyone who comes to Lanxing Pavilion to seek knowledge.

But every year there are a few anomalies coming to Lanxing Pavilion.

It was her before.

This time it was the turn of her good junior brother.

Copying books by candlelight, the second junior brother Xiong Ling lay on the table with a look of despair on his face. He shook the hand holding the brush twice, almost ruining the book by copying it.

He raised his eyes and looked pitifully at her who was reading across from him: "Senior Sister, the master of Qimingzhai is a thief. I answered all the questions he asked me, but he insisted that I was mentally unstable and punished me to copy books to calm my mind. Wuwuwu... Senior Sister, my hands really hurt!"

She put the book down and raised an eyebrow: "How about I help you copy it?"

Xuan Ling's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran to her side, jumping up and down, and threw herself into her arms: "Big Sister, you are so kind, so kind. I have decided. Tomorrow night I will steal the spiritual fruits from Master's yard and give them to you!"

She was amused and knocked him on the head with a book: "Don't even think about it. Do you think Jiang Zhai, who always eats vegetarian food, would not know whether it was you who copied it?"

"Ah?" Xiong Ling wailed, trying to burrow into her arms, clutching her sleeves with tears in her eyes.

She felt a little soft-hearted and was about to say something, but Xiong Ling immediately changed her expression, blinking her beautiful big eyes, and raised both of her little hands in front of her like a puppy who just needed comforting.

Her voice was soft and pitiful: "Senior Sister, can you blow on my hand? My hand needs to stop hurting so I can continue writing."

She reacted instantly and realized that he was just pretending just to act coquettishly in front of her openly.

I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

She leaned forward slightly, lowered her eyes and blew on him twice, then took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and gently applied it on his hand. A faint fragrance instantly spread.

Under the bright pearl in the night sky, there is a warm glow and fragrance.

Xuan Ling looked at her, seemed stunned, and her little face turned red.

He jumped down from her arms and sat upright again at the back of the table. He picked up a pen in his hand, his expression serious, but his eyes secretly glanced in her direction.

She looked intently at the book in her hands, without looking up, and said softly, "Don't be distracted."

Xuan Ling's heart skipped a beat and she quickly lowered her head to copy the book.

But after a while, he couldn't help but look sideways at her, and didn't even notice that the words he was writing were blurred by ink.

"If you don't pay attention, I'll leave."

"No, no, no, I'm afraid of the dark. Senior Sister, you promised to accompany me. I will concentrate, I promise to concentrate!"