The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"Can you tell me now where this is?"

Yun Su asked.

The girl smiled and held out a stack of osmanthus cakes, looked at her with a smile, and said happily:

"Come on, try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I just made."

Yun Su: “…”

She was a little confused, but still picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed it in small bites.

"How does it taste?" The white-haired girl opposite asked curiously with stars in her eyes, as if Yun Su's comment on the taste of the osmanthus cake she made was extremely important.

"Well... do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Yun Su frowned.

"It was a lie first?" the white-haired girl answered naively.

"It's delicious. I've never eaten such delicious osmanthus cake." Yun Su gave her a thumbs up: "You are the osmanthus cake fairy."

"What about the truth?" The girl felt a little proud of Yun Su's praise. She scratched her head embarrassedly and continued with a smile.

"The fragrance of osmanthus is a little light. There is too much sugar, which suppresses the fragrance of osmanthus. The glutinous rice is a little raw and even sticky to the teeth."

Yun Su raised his eyebrows and commented mercilessly: "The taste and texture are both average."

"Oh."

The white-haired girl lowered her eyes, but she was not depressed. She just nodded seriously.

"I remember."

This made Yun Su feel a little embarrassed. She paused and explained, "Actually, if you ignore the taste and texture, your osmanthus cake tastes pretty good... Are you crying?"

Yun Su was halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed tears welling up in the eyes of the white-haired girl in front of him.

She quickly shut up.

"No." The white-haired girl on the opposite side wiped away her tears and said to Yun Su with a smile: "It's not because of you, but because I remembered something. You don't have to blame yourself for it."

"I'm sorry..." Yun Su lowered his head in self-blame.

“It’s really not because of you.” The white-haired girl raised her head, looked up at the sky, and answered Yun Su: “It’s because I remembered the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by an elder. I may never make a cake as delicious as his in my entire life... I don’t have any talent in this area.”

"I dare not say a word about cooking." Yun Su stuck out his tongue: "My cooking skills are terrible."

"guessed."

The white-haired girl nodded, stretched out her finger and pointed forward.

"I know what answer you are looking for. Keep going. The answer you want is at the end."

"How much longer?"

“Not far, but not close either.”

"Oh."

Yun Su stood up and said goodbye to the white-haired girl under the osmanthus tree. Looking at Yun Su's receding back, the white-haired girl under the osmanthus tree could no longer stop her tears from falling.

She slowly sat down, looking at the slowly falling osmanthus flowers, in silence.

......

It's another long way.

Yun Su no longer remembered how many Sword Mountains she had seen. According to her conservative estimate, she had seen at least thousands of Sword Mountains.

She continued walking forward.

Walked to where the floating clouds rise.

The sound of the sword turned into the sunset glow, distant and grand.

Yun Su saw an attic. She walked forward slowly and saw three words engraved on the plaque in front of the attic.

"The Sacrifice Pavilion..."

Yun Su recited softly.

She poked her head into the sacrificial pavilion, only to find a white-haired goddess sitting in the quiet attic. She had bright makeup on, and her stunningly beautiful face showed infinite piety.

"Hello."

Yun Su knocked on the door politely and whispered, "Am I disturbing you?"

"No."

The white-haired goddess replied softly, her back turned to her.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Yun Su asked.

"I am the goddess of the Sacrifice Pavilion, the goddess who prays for blessings for my people." The white-haired goddess replied to her softly, still looking devoutly towards the shrine surrounded by candlelight and praying.

"Who are you praying to?" Yun Su asked doubtfully, "To the gods?"

“Ha.” The goddess sneered, her voice becoming cold: “Is it useful to pray to the gods? Praying for them to protect the safety of my people... This is ridiculous.”

"Then who are you praying to?" Yun Su asked again.

"Towards a miracle."

"Miracle?"

"Well, a miracle is the person who reaches out to you when you are most helpless." A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the goddess's mouth: "He will never abandon me."

"Who is he?"

"Don't tell you."

The goddess pointed to the distance and said angrily, "Go quickly, someone is waiting for you, you dumb idiot!"

"what?"

Yun Su was stunned for a moment, touched his head, left the sacrificial pavilion, and continued walking into the distance.

It was an extremely long road.

On this road, the sound of swords changed continuously, from loud roaring, to helplessness, to resentment, and finally to eternal loneliness.

Images seemed to appear before Yun Su's eyes.

Fire, a raging fire that spread all over the sky and the earth.

Fog, gray fog that fills the sky.

Screaming, helpless and desolate wailing...

Yun Su's mood was up and down. She didn't know what the scenery before her meant. She only knew that her mood suddenly became very low.

It was as if he had experienced the disaster himself.

She walked slowly and was about to reach the end of Jianshan Mountain.

She climbed up a small hill.

The silver-haired woman sat on the top of the mountain, hugging her knees. The breeze blew through her hair, making her snow-white hair messy.

In front of her, there was a small grave, and on the grave, a green sapling was growing vigorously.

Yun Su looked at her back and felt that she was so lonely, as if she was the only one left in the whole world. From then on, she would watch over the stars of the past dynasties alone.

Yun Su could understand this feeling, and as a fellow wanderer, she sat next to the girl and wanted to comfort her.

But when he saw her appearance, Yun Su was stunned.

She only felt that the woman in front of her looked like herself, except that her hair was ink-black while hers was snow-white.

"Who is buried in this tomb?"

"My people."

The snow-white-haired woman responded softly to Yun Su. She turned her head and looked at Yun Su: "And my past."

"Condolences."

Yun Su comforted softly.

"There's nothing to mourn for." The woman with white hair lazily fell down and lay on the top of the mountain: "It will be forgotten in the endless time."

"But this moment is real." Yun Su looked at the woman lying on the ground and said, "Remember this moment."

"I don't want to hear this from you." The woman stretched lazily, "You are the least qualified one."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Yun Su pursed his lips: "I am just trying to comfort you with good intentions."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The woman slowly stood up from the top of the mountain and waved to Yun Su in a carefree manner: "Go forward, I'm the last one. Keep going forward and you will know the truth of everything."

"Oh." Yun Su nodded, looked at the woman who was slowly drawing her sword, and asked, "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Me." The white-haired woman was distracted, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Murder."

"kill?"

"You can say it's killing the gods, or revenge...anything is fine, it doesn't matter."

The white-haired woman turned her back to Yun Su and waved her hand: "Why are you so slow? Hurry up!"

"Oh."

Facing the difficult woman in front of her, Yun Su responded. She slowly stood up, turned her back, and walked towards the end of the Sword Mountain.

"Wait."

The white-haired woman called out to Yun Su from behind her.

"Are you really determined to witness the truth of everything?" the white-haired woman asked, "even if everything is cruel?"

"Then I have to face it. I can't just stand still."

"Ha, as far as I know, you have been standing still, not even daring to respond to the hand that was extended to you." The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Take my advice and turn back. You cannot accept the truth."

"Just like you said, I have been standing still." Yun Su raised his eyebrows: "Then there will always be times when I have to be braver."

"I don't think so."

The white-haired woman stopped persuading Yun Su. She waved her hand and blessed Yun Su.

“I hope you can always be brave.”

“I can’t say for sure about this.”

"What a coward."

In this way, the last white-haired woman that Yun Su said goodbye to slowly walked towards the final point of Jianshan.

She had a vague guess about something, but couldn't put it into words. The mixed fragments of memory in her mind made it difficult for her to think all the time.

She took a deep breath and walked to the end of Jianshan Mountain.

At this moment, the original sound of the sword disappeared silently, the world was silent, and everything was quiet.

Yun Su walked to the end of Jian Mountain.

Here, no one was waiting for her. The only thing waiting for her was a broken sword stuck in the mud.

Blood was still flowing from the broken sword, dripping into the soil.

Yun Su walked to the broken sword silently, and then she slowly pulled the broken sword out of the mud.

An extremely familiar feeling lingered in her heart.

She looked at the sharp sword and her eyelashes trembled.

The mirror-like sword body reflected a beautiful white-haired woman. Tears kept dripping from the corners of the woman's eyes, one by one, falling on the mirror-like sword body, washing the blood off the sword body.

That's the reflected figure...

Cloud stay.

Her black hair had turned into white hair at some point. In this magical dimension, Yun Ling'er's past longing and hatred condensed into entity, and she met Yun Su who had been gone for tens of thousands of years.

There is no longer only one celestial fox in the world.

The curse belonging to the Sky Fox Clan quietly became ineffective.