"Students" Conspiracy

The seven-day appointment is approaching.

Although Gu Zhan was violent, he was also a trustworthy person. He did not hesitate to use most of the ancient divine power to protect the fetus in Jing Che's womb. Perhaps for him, dealing with the mere Jiahuang Mountain was just a matter of moving his fingers. The matter of life and death requires a lot of power from heaven and earth.

On the eve of the decisive battle, Jing Che went to Xuebo County.

She was dressed in a black robe, and most of her face was hidden in the cloak. Others only saw a person walking in a hurry, and no one saw what she looked like.She went straight to the gambling house. Because of the war, the gambling house was much depressed, and it was basically transformed into a tea house.

She ordered a pot of tea and a pot of chestnut cake.

She sat alone by the window, eating chestnut cakes slowly, as if savoring how delicious the world is.

At some point, Gu Zhan, who was sleeping and recuperating, woke up. He laughed at Jing Che coldly, "What are you still yearning for about these mundane things? Are you still thinking about your ruthless master?"

"I don't miss it," Jing Che replied, "It's the smell of hatred, you won't understand."

Jing Che closed her eyes slightly, the flashes of swords and swords in her mind finally settled on a piece of chestnut cake at her fingertips, and she slowly said, "My future child will be called Ah Li."

"As for the surname... it's hard to tell if it's your mother. Your mother's surname is given by Baili Fengjian. You can't take your mother's name, let alone his surname...then...you can be a comfortable person with no origin. Alright, Ah Li, Ah Li." Jing Che said to himself.

On the seventh day, at the top of Jiahuang Mountain.

Baili Fengjian led the disciples of Jiahuang Mountain to set up the Nine-scar Demon Subduing Formation. Everyone was ready to die bravely, but the agreed time passed and Jing Che did not show up.

Two hours later, Baili Fengjian ordered all the disciples to put away the Nine Marks Subduing Demon Formation. Some disciples panicked and said that they might be cheated, but Baili Fengjian firmly said that she would not come.

After another two hours, the disciples of Mount Jiahuang dispersed, but their tension had not faded away. It was like a dream of mortal death in Yunlimeng. Lord Yama had drawn the book of life and death, but kept one in a daze. Life.The great war did not happen at all, and everything seemed to have never happened. Everyone had a doubt: Was the ancient divine power really born?Is the demon king really resurrected?

Probably only the missing Jing Che and Baili Fengjian who avoided everyone and went to the sword mounds deep in Jiahuang Mountain knew what was going on.

In the middle of the night, Baili Fengjian stood at the entrance of the Sword Tombs for a long time, and the night wind made his robes rattle.The sky is covered with dark clouds, bleak and invisible, and this Eight Desolate Continent will usher in its new pattern.He is like a bystander who has experienced enough loneliness for a hundred years.

And in these hundred years, there was a period of insignificant years when a noisy girl changed his life.

She comes with love; she goes with love.He thought that his whole life was just going around and returning to the same place, but he didn't know that at a certain moment, she had already taken root in his heart, affecting his emotions.

When did this tacit understanding come?

He doesn't know.But he just knew for sure.

He already knew that Jing Che was possessed by Gu Zhan when he was at the bottom of the imperial mausoleum, and she confronted him during the very short waking gap, her dark eyes seemed to silently call his master, and he immediately understood her determination.He cooperated with her in a scene of broken trust, and finally sealed the spell on her body with the Longyuan White Sword, which was a life-saving spell that he spent most of his life cultivating for her.

At least no matter what kind of sacrifice she makes, she won't die immediately, and he can also follow the breath of the spell to find her.

Bai Yuncanggou, three years passed in a snap of the fingers.And at this time the world is at peace.

After Gu Zhan's death, the demon world was chased by people all over the world and almost wiped out their clan. They retreated to the north of Beihai, waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

After losing Xiao Jin, the Lincang Empire retreated steadily until only the imperial city remained.On the eve of the day when the city was broken, Yexiu sneaked into the palace, explaining the origin of the thousands of years ago, and gained the imperial power-Yexiu's memory was recovered after opening the cloud soul and tiger sleeping ground.The place where cloud souls and tigers sleep, the evil place that has been brewing for thousands of years to forge immortality, was permanently destroyed and sealed, and the footprints of gods disappeared forever in the Eight Desolation Continent.

The Zhenyi tribe regained the imperial power. The new emperor is a young man without the blood of the master, but he is an orphan of the royal family blood. Although he is congenitally deficient, he works hard to govern. Within 50 years, the mainland has resumed its viability after the war.Under Yexiu's urging, the Zhenyi and Lincang tribes shook hands and made peace, not to offend each other.

After Gong Lin's death, Yu Wenwei resigned from the head of the sect and devoted herself to practicing in seclusion.

As everyone expected, Yexiu took charge of the Nanqiong Sect. On the day of his enthronement, the white horse bones filled the entire hillside with excitement and sunshine. Yexiu walked slowly from Yunqin Peak with a soft little girl. The little girl who was still walking unsteadily was dressed in a white dress and a red dress, with two hair combed and tied with a red ribbon. She had long Ying Luo and flowery eyebrows, which were eighty percent like Jing Che's when she was a child, but without the delicate, thick eyebrows. Big eyes are handsome inherited from his father.

"Uncle Yexiu, why is it so lively on the mountain today?" The little girl fluttered her thick eyelashes, grabbed Yexiu's hand with one hand, and held a ball of chestnut cake with the other, asking curiously.

Don't look at this little girl who is carved in powder and jade, but she has the blood of the master and powerful ancient divine power flowing in her body.

"Today, Uncle Xiu is going to be the head of the sect today."

"Will daddy come?"

"The Juggernaut probably won't come, but Ali can visit him in a few days."

"Will that mother come?" The little girl said with a hint of crying in her anxious tone.

"Ache, Ah Che, she should come, but Ah Li, you can't get close to her, it will be very painful to be close to her mother, do you understand?"

Ali nodded half-understanding, "Then I'll wave to my mother from a distance, okay?"

"Ah."

Three years ago, Jing Che used his body as a temptation to imprison Gu Zhan in his body, and risked his life to give birth to Ali with the help of Baili Fengjian's cultivation base. Her body was on the verge of collapse, so she sealed her body in Jia In the Phoenix Mountain Sword Tomb Group.

Because the demon king and Ali's ancient divine powers echoed each other, in the first year of Ali's birth, Gu Zhan often took back Jing Che's body and made her lose her sanity, which almost caused a catastrophe.

When Ali was one year old, the world was settled, and Yexiu became the new head of the Nanqiong Sect. Baili Fengjian sent Ali back to Jiahuang Mountain, entrusted Yexiu to take good care of him, and then left.

People later said that the new head of the Nanqiong Sect loved this little girl very much.Time has passed for too long, and the origins of that year have been blurred.Only Yexiu knows why he has been alone for the rest of his life, and why he often tears unconsciously when he looks at Ali.He became the last hero in that tragic and heroic age. He got everything except the woman he had guarded for thousands of years.

In front of the caves at the entrance of the Tombs of Sword Saints in Houshan, a small thatched hut was built in the breeze. A lot of thought was put into planting white horse bones on the back hill of Jiahuang Mountain, where the glacier hangs upside down. In June of the next year, the hut They were submerged in the warm white horse bones.

Baili Fengjian often sits in front of the cave with his back against the rock wall, or meditates motionless, or lies in the sea of ​​flowers drinking and talking to himself.It has been like this for three years.Inside the cave is Jing Che's physical body. Although her body is sealed, her spiritual consciousness still exists.

"Ah Che, the taste of this year's wine is a little bit worse. Maybe the glacier in the back mountain doesn't raise wine, so I don't have the good fortune."

"..."

"Ah Che, since most of my cultivation has been dispersed, I have the consciousness of an ordinary person. I will be hungry, sleepy, and tired."

"..."

He talked to her every day, as if she lived beside him, and she never responded, but he knew, she could hear.She is clearly willing to protect the world, willing to sacrifice her own body to imprison the devil, she forgives the world, but she refuses to forgive him.

Just like he guarded the world back then, but he didn't protect him.Her childlike obstinate, tit-for-tat revenge probably proved one thing, she was still that Jing Che, that proud girl.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.He still likes to drink, and she still doesn't talk.

"Ah Che, Master never thought that one day I would grow old like this."

"..."

"Ah Che, say something."

"..."

"Ah Che."

"Master."

Mountains and rivers return to eternal silence.