After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 204 Talking About Seventh Junior Sister

Because they went up the mountain all the way during the day and basically explored everywhere, this meeting happened to be on the way down the mountain, so they couldn't find a cave that was as comfortable and suitable as yesterday, but could only find an open cave. Rest on the spot.

Fortunately, when they came out from Chaotianzong all the way, although they stayed in the inn all the time, they prepared some things that could be set up in the wild.

This will spread out, at least a few people can sit together without having to sit on the ground or climb trees.

Although Yan Wenshu and Xiao Zhihan said that it is enough for them to take turns to watch the night, but it is obvious that no one intends to rest and sleep - in a dangerous situation, the biggest backer is quietly walking away, feeling somewhat uneasy, I can't sleep well even when I want to sleep.

There is always an excess.

Yan Wenshu could understand it, so he didn't order anything forcefully. Although he was meditating and adjusting his breath silently, if there was a seemingly invisible sword energy, it was always faintly circulating around.

Xiao Zhihan also kept the pen and talisman paper in his hands, continuing to practice the flying flower talisman taught by Yun Weixian.

He can finish the painting, but he still can't make it as light and flowing as Yun Weixian, and there are traces of his distinct breath and spiritual power on it, which he cannot ignore.

Let alone other monks whose realm is higher than his.

The dead silence lasted for a few quarters of an hour, and the other three could bear it, but Ning Qingyuan really couldn't.

"Hey, well, since you don't have the heart to adjust your breath into meditation, how about we chat?"

Hou Jun glanced at him, but didn't answer.

On the contrary, Qiuci answered the words listlessly: "What are you talking about?"

"Hmm... let's talk about Seventh Junior Sister?"

When Ning Qingyuan mentioned this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was good. After all, Yun Weixian was rarely far away from them. When she was on the cliff peak, although she always liked to be alone, she seemed to agree with what other people said. I can hear everything, so I can't find a chance to have a good chat about her without her knowing.

And, he wasn't the only one with this idea.

Seeing that both Yan Wenshu and Xiao Zhihan stopped what they were doing and turned to this side silently, Ning Qingyuan simply said what he had held back for a long time.

"That day when I was waiting in the main formation with Seventh Junior Sister, I talked to her about the past. She talked about the former master, and there was another person."

Qiu Ge also became interested: "Who?"

Ning Qingyuan shook his head: "I don't know, Seventh Martial Sister only said that she thought the three of them could practice together forever, but in the end there was still a day when they would die."

The term "life and death" is a little subtle.

After all, almost every monk has experienced that family and friends in the world, after they entered the door of cultivation, first separated in life and then died.

But what Yun Weixian said was that the master who cultivated together was probably one of the brothers and sisters... This is a bit far away for the few of them.

Although they also separated from Master, everyone knew that it was only temporary, and there will always be a day when we will see each other again.

But what about Yun Weixian?
She is already a dead person, and she has never heard of any old person she is looking for. Even their ancestors who have a relationship with her have passed away.

In this world, is there anyone who remembers her before?
For a while, no one spoke.

Ning Qingyuan rubbed his nose and said: "If the seventh junior sister really knew the master, it must have been a long time ago, right?"

"Well," Yan Wenshu recalled the scene when she saw Yun Weixian for the first time, "she didn't know that the master founded the Ruoshui Pavilion, that is to say, he may have been dead for at least one or two hundred years. She once told me that she just cultivated more than 200 years more than us... If you calculate it like this..."

(End of this chapter)