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

Jingyan paused and said, "Why don't you tuck in your tail as well?"

This question made Ling'er blush. She hesitated and refused to speak. After a long while, she whispered, "I'm not proficient in transformation yet..."

Then, she waved her hand, interrupted the topic in a panic, and said:

"In short, Mr. Sword Spirit, you haven't answered my question yet. Can you teach me swordsmanship? I want to learn the most powerful one!"

However, before she could finish her words, Ling'er discovered that the sword spirit in the sword had disappeared. The ancient ink-colored sword lay quietly in the sword box. Everything seemed to be just a dream of hers.

Ling'er blinked and pinched her cheeks.

painful!

Oh my god! Mr. Jianling has passed away!

She opened the door in a panic, only to see the last rays of the sun setting in the distance, and then the full moon rose, shining brightly.

it's dark.

......

.......

"It's not impossible to consider..."

Before Jing Yan could finish his words, a huge force squeezed his consciousness out of the self-mutilated sword.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find that the sky in front of him was just bright. A scorching sun rose from the horizon, spreading light and heat to the world.

Everything seemed like a dream.

Was what just happened real?

Jing Yan was a little dazed and couldn't help but look at the broken sword in front of him. The broken sword seemed to be reborn under the sunlight, and the broken scars were engraved with history.

But what surprised him even more was that his broken sword heart was gradually healing at a subtle speed. Although the healing was extremely slow, Jing Yan could definitely feel it healing.

What is the origin of this broken sword?

Jingyan frowned in confusion.

The Sky Fox Clan and the Twelve Continents, these were all new names he had never heard of.

And who is the girl called Ling'er who is trapped in the sword?

Looking at the sun rising in the distance, Jing Yan fell into deep thought.

82. Sincerest blessings

In the distance, there are continuous mountains, with towering mountains dropping vertically, forming a cliff.

A towering ancient pavilion, which has seen many weathers, rises from the ground. It is filled with countless ancient books collected by the Sky Fox Clan since ancient times. It is called the Sutra Repository.

In the Sutra Library, Ling'er climbed up the bookshelf with great effort and began to look for the ancient books inside.

The girl was short in stature. Although she was an adult, the growth and development of the Sky Fox tribe was different from that of humans.

As a long-lived race, the Sky Foxes grow and develop much slower than ordinary humans. This is why even though Ling'er is over eighteen years old, she still does not look mature.

But it doesn't matter.

The most obvious consequence of this was that Ling'er was not tall enough to reach the books placed high in the Sutra Library.

So she could only tiptoe and jump slightly on the stand, trying to touch the unattainable ancient book.

"Crack."

Then, an accident happened. When Ling'er's fingertips touched the ancient book she was looking for, she failed to control her center of gravity, and the shaking stand fell to the ground.

The heavy bookshelf, along with countless ancient books, was about to press down on her.

However, at the critical moment, an old Sky Fox man, stroking his beard, appeared and used magic to prop up the bookshelf that was about to fall to the ground and the scattered ancient books.

"Yun Ling'er, are you okay?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but his expression did not show any sign of dejection. He simply waved his hand, and the countless ancient books and bookshelves returned to their original positions.

"fine."

Like a child who had done something wrong, Ling'er lowered her head and walked in front of the old man.

"Grandpa Xuanhu, I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"I'm glad you're not hurt."

The old man known as Xuanhu is the current garrison commander of the Sutra Repository and is also one of the most powerful cultivators of the Sky Fox Clan.

Xuan Hu stroked his pale beard and looked at the little guy in front of him - the breeding capacity of the Sky Fox race is not very strong, and coupled with the current war, the birth population of each generation is shrinking rapidly. Xuan Hu naturally recognized Ling'er in front of him.

"Why are you coming to my Sutra Library instead of practicing swordplay with Jing'er and Lian'er?" Xuanhu smiled at Ling'er and said, "Reading is not your personality, Yun Ling'er."

"I'm reading ancient books."

Ling'er lowered her head in shame. She had never expected that she could cause such a big disaster and was a little overwhelmed.

"What are you looking for?"

Xuanhu said with a smile. In fact, he was very surprised. He didn't expect that the younger generations of their Sky Fox clan would actually take the initiative to study. It was really rare nowadays.

After all, this huge Sutra Library will be inherited by the younger generation in the future, so Xuanhu did not embarrass Ling'er, but asked:

"did you find it?"

"Looking for two place names, but I haven't found them yet."

Ling'er said with a sad face that ever since she talked to Mr. Jian Ling that day, Mr. Jian Ling had never appeared again. At first, Ling'er thought that she had made Mr. Jian Ling angry and apologized for a long time.

But Mr. Jianling still didn't reply to her.

Therefore, Ling'er had to go looking for the "Qiu Shui" and "Dongsheng Shenzhou" mentioned by Mr. Jian Ling, to see if he could use clues about his hometown to seek forgiveness.

"Which two places are they?" Black Fox stroked his beard and said, "I know everything in the Sutra Library. If you want to find something, why don't you just ask me?"

"Wow, Grandpa Xuanhu, you are so awesome."

Ling'er sighed and said that if she were asked to remember so many things, her brain would explode.

So, she frowned, recalled the place names mentioned by Mr. Jianling, and repeated them to the old man Xuanhu.

"Qiu Shui and Dongsheng Shenzhou."

The old man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking. After a brief thought, he said:

"I know the knowledge of the past two thousand years, but I have never heard of these two place names. Could it be that you remembered them wrongly?"

"No." Ling'er shook her head. How could she remember six words wrong?

"Then they are no longer included in our Sky Fox Clan's records. You have to know that some places have many names."

The old man Xuanhu sighed, as if apologizing for not being able to help Ling'er.

"it's okay no problem."

Seeing that this road was not feasible, Ling'er decided to change the track, so she asked again: "Grandpa Xuanhu, do you know what kind of fox demon is white in the spirit fox state, but when it changes into human form, its hair, ears and tail will turn black?"

After all, this was also the question raised by Mr. Jian Ling. Ling'er felt that it didn't matter. As long as Mr. Jian Ling could forgive her, it would be enough!

However, as soon as Ling'er finished speaking, the old man Xuanhu's expression became solemn.

He asked Ling'er seriously:

"Why do you ask that question?"

"Huh?" Ling'er was startled and said casually, "Just... curious?"

"Ok."

The old man Xuanhu sighed and said to Ling'er:

"There is no need to hide this from you. This is a rumor that has been passed down by our Sky Fox tribe since its birth—"

"In a time of great disaster, if all the Sky Foxes in this world are killed or injured, the last Sky Fox remaining will transform into a person with black hair, black tail, and black ears. She will forget all the disasters and sufferings she has experienced and live in peace and happiness forever."

"This is the final fate of the Sky Fox Clan."

The old man Xuanhu looked at Ling'er, with a hint of sadness and expectation in his eyes.

"But this is not a blessing, but a curse. The last Sky Fox will forever wander outside of time. It will never get what it wants, and it will never be able to keep what it wants. Its lonely soul is cursed and will never have a place to rest."

The old man gave the girl his most sincere blessings.

"Yun Ling'er, I hope you will never become the last celestial fox."

......

......

"Yun Ling'er, I hope you will never become the last celestial fox."

Distant memories echoed in my mind, a strange voice, a strange old man.

Yun Su couldn't help but frown slightly in his sleep.

what are these?

Yun Su didn’t know.

She really couldn't remember what happened a long time ago, and she didn't care. She only knew now that she had people and places she cared about.

She wants to protect her apprentice.

Protect Qiu Shui.

autumn water.

Qiu Shui?

This name sounds so familiar, as if someone had told her this a long time ago, so she has stayed in Qiu Shui because she thinks these two words are so beautiful.

My head hurts.

Yun Su rolled up her long, jet-black hair and couldn't help shivering all over. She didn't want to think about things that happened a long time ago.

Just have a good sleep and eat the delicious food prepared by Jing Yan when you wake up. Such a day is enough.

Yun Su turned over, looked at the rising sun outside the window, turned over, and fell asleep again.

It’s not time for her to wake up yet... She should wake up at lunch time.

She closed her eyes.

No one noticed, or noticed, the crystal tear marks at the corners of her eyes, tears dripping continuously.

Chapter 4. Single challenge! (k words)

It was almost noon when Yun Su slowly woke up from his sleep.

The sunlight hit her eyelashes, casting a faint golden edge. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stretched her waist lazily, and her slender waist slowly bent.

She slowly opened her eyes and yawned, with an upward-rising tone at the end of her voice, which made her look particularly charming.

Looking at the scorching sun at noon outside the window, Yun Su slowly got up from the bed, with the corners of his mouth unconsciously rising.

This is the second day since Jingyan returned home.

Although he couldn't read novels and storybooks in the house without any scruples for fear of teaching his disciples bad things, but thinking about the crayfish, stewed pork elbow, and three fresh vegetables made by Jing Yan... Yun Su felt that this was not unacceptable when it came to satisfying his appetite.

So, she put on her clothes with a smile on her face - although it was winter, Qiu Shui was not like Zhongzhou, where the four seasons were distinct. Qiu Shui was at the southernmost tip of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and among the four seasons there was only summer, which was unbearably hot.

Jingyan actually doesn’t like the weather in autumn. His favorite season is winter. He likes the sight of snowflakes falling from the sky, covering the world in silver.

It’s a pity that Qiu Shui didn’t have it.

But it doesn't matter. This is not a problem for Yun Su. As a parasite with a little bit of cultivation, he may not be able to do other things, but it is easy for him to make it snow on Qingzhu Peak.

When Jingyan was young, every winter Yunsu would make it snow heavily on Qingzhu Peak. Jingyan would then be very happy. If he was very happy, he would temporarily listen to her. In this way, Yunsu would command Jingyan to cook many, many delicious foods.

This deal is clearly not a loss.

As a result, the two of them reached an unspoken agreement - whenever Jingyan saw snow falling on Qingzhu Peak, he would understand that his master was craving for something delicious.