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Chapter 2

Jing Yingrong stretched out her hand, and the falling shattered light passed through her fingers and dissipated into the void.

She couldn't grasp anything, and the figure of that person could no longer be reflected in her eyes.

Jing Yingrong sat for a long time.

She got up and walked along the platform back to the largest hall in the Tianwai Building.

There are five magic weapons suspended here: a sword, a robe, a hairpin, a stroke, and a bead.

Following Jing Yingrong's arrival, the five magic weapons buzzed and trembled.

Five different voices sounded in Jing Yingrong's consciousness:

"Did he explain his funeral?"

"What did that person say?"

"How to say?"

"What's his plan?"

"What should we do next?"

These sounds may be high or low, the timbre may be clear or thick, and the emotions contained in them are also different.

No one asked Daoist Kongji if he was really dead. As a Taoist tool connected to the primordial spirit of Daoist Kongji, they knew the result the moment the connection at that level was broken.

Jing Yingrong repeated the words of Daoist Kongji all over again.

"What are you going to do?" Jian asked.

Jing Yingrong said: "In the world, give it a try."

Jian: "Take me."

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

The robe said: "Put me into the endless void, I feel that I can go further after absorbing the power of chaos."

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

The hairpin circled twice in the air and said, "I want to stay on the island and take care of the flowers and plants."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Pen: "Homo and I will follow you, maybe we can meet something interesting."

Zhu: "Such as all kinds of strange fires? Haha, we can just stay in the ring, and we won't disturb you normally."

Mirror Yingrong nodded.

She first sent Ji Yupao out of Xingyou Island.In the void, the extremely royal robe rustled and grew, covering the sky and covering the sun, wrapping the entire Xingyou Island, and then disappearing into the void, forming a secret barrier.While protecting Xingyou Island, it is also constantly absorbing the power of chaos in the void to strengthen itself.

Then, Jing Yingrong accompanied Ji Qingzan to the land of rest in Xingyou Island.There are endless fairy flowers and grasses here, and spiritual plants and magical medicines are everywhere.The extremely clear hairpin submerged deep into the soil, and suddenly grew into a giant tree that soared to the sky. Its top reached directly into the void, and the crown of the tree almost covered most of the island.With the appearance of the giant tree, all the plants on the island were excited, as if cheering and jumping for joy.

Then, she put the Extreme Boundary Pen and Extreme Flame Pearl into the ring on the index finger of her left hand.

"What else needs to be done?"

Jing Yingrong asked about the extremely evil sword on her back.

"No more, we can come back anytime, let's go." Jian replied.

Jing Yingrong stood still.

Jian: "What?"

Jing Yingrong said: "In the world, where?"

Jian was silent for a while, and said, "Do you still remember the place where you were born?"

Jing Yingrong's stagnant Mo pupils made waves.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she said, "I remember."

Jian: "Then why not go there and have a look first."

"it is good."

……

Ling'an Village.

On this day, a young woman appeared at the entrance of the village.

The two children squatting under the big tree at the entrance of the village and playing with ants first noticed the woman. The children opened their eyes wide and couldn't look away.

Jing Yingrong asked: "Is this Nanfengling?"

The two children looked at each other.

The round-faced child said, "What is Nanfengling? It's called Ling'an Village."

Another child with a small thong said: "Sister, you are so pretty."

The round-faced child: "Yes, sister, you are so beautiful, are you lost?"

Jing Yingrong: "No."

Xiao Yaji: "Then you come to my house and ask my grandpa, my grandpa is the oldest and biggest person in the village!"

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

The round face hurriedly said, "I want to go too, I want to go too."

So the two children brought Jing Yingrong into the village.

The villagers cast curious and amazed gazes at Jing Yingrong, and when they saw the sword on her back, fear appeared in their eyes, so that no one dared to ask.

"Here it is. Grandpa, Grandpa!"

There was still some distance from the courtyard in front of him, so Xiao Tuo shouted loudly.

A white-haired old man stepped out of the courtyard and said, "Hey, what are you calling me for?"

Round face: "Hi, Grandpa Li—"

Old man: "Fat boy, you are here too."

Xiao Tuo threw himself into the old man's arms, and the old man stroked his hair, and then noticed Jing Yingrong.

"Little girl, I have never seen you, who are you?"

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the other party. He met those lonely black pupils, and subconsciously took a step back with his arms around Xiao Tuo.

Without waiting for Jing Yingrong to answer, Xiao Jiji said first: "Sister is going to Nanfengling, Grandpa, where is Nanfengling?"

"Nanfengling?" The old man showed a look of surprise, "little girl, what are you doing in Nanfengling?"

Jing Yingrong: "Go to Dan Huazong."

The surprised look on the old man's face became even stronger: "Are you going to Danhuazong? Little girl, don't you know that Danhuazong has long since ceased to exist?"

Jing Yingrong: "I don't know. Why doesn't it exist anymore?"

The old man sighed, and said: "It is said that 700 years ago, Dan Huazong angered a big sect, and the great master in that sect made a move, smashing the gate of Dan Huazong with a slap, and then, Dan Huazong It doesn't exist anymore."

"700 years ago, this place was called Nanfengling."

The old man pointed to the ground under his feet.

Jing Yingrong looked at her feet, then raised her head again, looking at the rolling mountains behind the village that were sinking in the twilight.

Some scenes in memory gradually overlapped with what I saw in front of me.

She retracted her gaze and looked at the slightly wary old man in front of her.

"That sect, what is it called?"

She asked this sentence in a dull tone, and the old man was not sure if there was any hostility in it.

"I don't know. It's been 700 years. The old man also heard it from his ancestors. There will be no more."

The old man looked at the sword behind the glasses Yingrong, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Little girl, are you..."

Jing Yingrong didn't answer, she nodded slightly at the old man and said, "Thank you."

Then, her figure disappeared.

The two children screamed.

"Ah, ah, grandpa!!"

"My sister is gone!"

The old man comforted the two children, he was much calmer.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, that is the technique of the immortal master."

"Is that sister an immortal teacher?"

"But don't all fairy masters fly around? My sister didn't fly, how could she disappear?"

……

Mirror Yingrong appeared somewhere in the mountains.

It's not very far from Ling'an Village. If Danhua Sect is still there, Ling'an Village can be counted as the inner area of ​​Danhua Sect.

The huge spiritual consciousness swept across, thousands of feet above the ground and thousands of feet underground, all of which were clearly detected.

"Is this here?" Jishajian asked aloud.

Jing Yingrong let out a "hmm", and with a hook of her finger, something broke out of the ground.

There were many pieces of gravel, big and small, the big ones were no bigger than a fist, and the small ones were almost pulverized.

These gravels are manipulated by invisible forces, constantly flying in the air, gradually splicing and reorganizing.

After a while, a big stone appeared in the air, and the word "Danhua" was impressively engraved on the stone.

(End of this chapter)