Sijia sighed softly, and the coldness on his face disappeared, but a faint look of desolation appeared on his face.

Although the sigh was gentle, it contained resentment and sadness that had lasted for more than a thousand years.

Although the color of desolation is light, it comes from the most intense bitterness and hopelessness, so the wind cannot blow it away and the rain cannot wash it away.

Lang Xing seemed to feel something behind this faint desolation, and couldn't help but feel tight in his heart, as if an unspeakable feeling was being squeezed out, which made him uncontrollably slowly pull the lovely Sijia into his arms.

"Don't be sad, I will do my best to help you."

Two crystal teardrops condensed and dripped in the slightly closed eyes.

The world was quiet, and the tears in Feng's eyes gathered again. Sijia felt as if time had suddenly returned to more than a thousand years ago. In the light of tears, she saw the difficult battle of Xun Yi, who had fought through thousands of troops and horses, and came to her in front of her.

Just to persuade her to leave the battlefield, what a deep pity it is.

"You come with me, let's leave together..." She hugged Xunyi hard, tears streaming down her face.

"Go...where?" Lang Xing asked stammering, grinning secretly. No matter how much he liked this saint, he couldn't leave Su Wan. ??

Xunyi's figure disappeared, and Sijia gently pushed Langxing away, looked ahead with blurred eyes and said, "I'm not telling you, but I thought of an old friend in my heart."

"It's my Seventh Senior Brother." Lang Xing's expression couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. Men are like this. Just now, he was worried that Sijia would pester him, but now he is a little jealous of the Seventh Senior Brother. Sijia still loves the Seventh Senior Brother the most.

ah.

Sijia didn't answer and quietly held back her tears. She had the opportunity to get closer to Xun Yi back then, but she was too stupid at that time. She was fooled into a fool by the holy religion and wasted Xun Yi's good intentions.

She felt deep pity for her, but when she realized it, it was too late. It was better to blame herself than to blame others. Xun Yi only had kindness to her and no debt to her.

"Don't be sad." Lang Xing couldn't find any better words to comfort her, so he could only express his inner pity with his eyes.

Sijia's eyes became clearer, and some holy and noble color returned to his pretty face, and he said calmly, "My enlightenment has not been going well recently, and I have been holding back some anger in my heart. Just in time for you to catch up, I let it out.

You're much better now. Those words you just said were just angry words. Don't take them seriously. I'm very happy for you that you can become a feather, really."

This time it was Lang Xing's turn to sigh, and his sigh was completely out of pity. Sijia's words were obviously perfunctory. If she was just holding back her anger, she would not be so upset as a saint.

He sincerely looked at those charming eyes and said, "What you just said does not matter, but what I said must count. Although I will definitely not be able to help you become feathers within a year, I will not help you until you become feathers."

Go do other things."

Sijia glanced sideways at him, pretending not to appreciate it and said, "It's up to you. It really sounds like you are very capable."

Seeing that she had returned to normal, Langxing laughed, raised his chin and said, "My ability is not that great. I just captured a fairy. She became a feather hundreds of years earlier than the first strange woman. I can still

Fighting against some catastrophes, but other than that, there’s nothing else.”

"You're still irritating me, aren't you!" Sijia pointed at his nose and glared.

"Hahaha..." Lang Xing laughed loudly, stepped away, and said vindictively, "You can't catch up with me now, are you angry?"

Sijia could only pretend to be disgusted and ignore him, and flew leisurely towards his residence. Naturally, he was so angry that his silver teeth were about to be broken.

Langxing kept his word, and then he really tried his best to help Sijia figure out how to transform into a feather. There were two reasons for this. First of all, it was naturally out of guilt for Sijia. Although Sijia could not forget his seventh senior brother,

If he didn't have a deep affection for himself, he wouldn't have acted like that that day. Compared to Shen Qing and Su Wan, he really cared a little less for Sijia. Secondly, he happened to have a problem with Hua Yu recently.

With these ideas, even if I can't find any shortcuts, I should be able to think of something helpful to Sijia.

Seeing Lang Xing meditating motionlessly for five months, Sijia felt a little distressed. Although Lang Xing was not as lazy as Xun Yi, he advocated letting nature take its course when it came to enlightenment. She knew this very well.

, no matter how important things are, Lang Xing always understands them when he can. When he can't understand them, he puts them away temporarily. He never forces it. This time, he must be forcing himself. She really wants Lang Xing to understand it.

He wanted to take a rest, but he was afraid that his interruption would make Langxing's hard work unfinished.

By the sixth month, her entanglement deepened, and she quietly entered Lang Xing's room and sat quietly opposite him, hoping to attract Lang Xing's attention in this way.

"Give me a little more time." Langxing felt Sijia's arrival and said without opening his eyes.

Sijia hurriedly and quietly retreated. When he reached the door, he said quietly in his heart, "I've made it difficult for you. I won't make things difficult for you again in the future."

At midnight that day, Langxing opened his eyes, with a look of thinking in his eyes. He sat there for a while before getting up. After leaving the house, he silently rose into the sky, quietly looking at the deep night sky, his eyes like his

The ones I looked at were as bright as the cold stars.

Sijia, who had been paying attention to the movements on his side, walked out of his room immediately and looked up at Lang Xing, not daring to disturb him immediately.

"Come, let's take a tour of the night sky." Langxing stretched out his hand to her.

Sijia flew up, but did not hold his hand.

Lang Xing didn't care either. He walked leisurely and free, with his clothes and belt fluttering. Under the bright yellow moonlight, it made people feel peaceful and at ease.

Sijia caught up with him and walked side by side. Neither of them seemed to want to break the silence at the moment, neither spoke a word, and just flew forward quietly. At first, Sijia had some thoughts in his mind, wondering whether Lang Xing

She thought of a good way to help herself. Gradually, her heart became clearer, and she felt like she was about to merge into the night sky. This feeling was wonderful, but it also inevitably made her feel panic.

She didn't know if this feeling was brought to her by Lang Xing, so she couldn't help but grab Lang Xing's hand. After holding Lang Xing's hand, her panic immediately eased. If she just blended in with Lang Xing,

Night, she is willing.

Langxing pulled her and flew upwards. Because of all kinds of worries, he had not planned to tell Sijia the secret of his ability to swim in the Lingji Sky before he came, but now he changed his mind.

After ascending to the Spiritual Silence Space, Sijana naturally no longer felt like she was about to merge into the night. She found it difficult to breathe, so how could she feel any better. However, she was not too worried. She just assumed that Langxing wanted to bring her here.

Get a feel for this dangerous place, after all, people have transformed themselves into feathers.

"No, I can't stand it anymore." As she flew higher and higher, she had to ask for help. Sijia sighed softly, and the coldness on his face disappeared, but there was a faint look of desolation on his face.

.

Although the sigh was gentle, it contained resentment and sadness that had lasted for more than a thousand years.

Although the color of desolation is light, it comes from the most intense bitterness and hopelessness, so the wind cannot blow it away and the rain cannot wash it away.

Lang Xing seemed to feel something behind this faint desolation, and couldn't help but feel tight in his heart, as if an unspeakable feeling was being squeezed out, which made him uncontrollably slowly pull the lovely Sijia into his arms.

"Don't be sad, I will do my best to help you."

Two crystal teardrops condensed and dripped in the slightly closed eyes.

The world was quiet, and the tears in Feng's eyes gathered again. Sijia felt as if time had suddenly returned to more than a thousand years ago. In the light of tears, she saw the difficult battle of Xun Yi, who had fought through thousands of troops and horses, and came to her in front of her.

Just to persuade her to leave the battlefield, what a deep pity it is.

"You come with me, let's leave together..." She hugged Xunyi hard, tears streaming down her face.

"Go...where?" Lang Xing asked stammering, grinning secretly. No matter how much he liked this saint, he couldn't leave Su Wan.

Xunyi's figure disappeared, and Sijia gently pushed Langxing away, looked ahead with blurred eyes and said, "I'm not telling you, but I thought of an old friend in my heart."

"It's my Seventh Senior Brother." Lang Xing's expression couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. Men are like this. Just now, he was worried that Sijia would pester him, but now he is a little jealous of the Seventh Senior Brother. Sijia still loves the Seventh Senior Brother the most.

ah.

Sijia didn't answer and quietly held back her tears. She had the opportunity to get closer to Xun Yi back then, but she was too stupid at that time. She was fooled into a fool by the holy religion and wasted Xun Yi's good intentions.

She felt deep pity for her, but when she realized it, it was too late. It was better to blame herself than to blame others. Xun Yi only had kindness to her and no debt to her.

"Don't be sad." Lang Xing couldn't find any better words to comfort her, so he could only express his inner pity with his eyes.

Sijia's eyes became clearer, and some holy and noble color returned to his pretty face, and he said calmly, "My enlightenment has not been going well recently, and I have been holding back some anger in my heart. Just in time for you to catch up, I let it out.

You're much better now. Those words you just said were just angry words. Don't take them seriously. I'm very happy for you that you can become a feather, really."

This time it was Lang Xing's turn to sigh, and his sigh was completely out of pity. Sijia's words were obviously perfunctory. If she was just holding back her anger, she would not be so upset as a saint.

He sincerely looked at those charming eyes and said, "What you just said does not matter, but what I said must count. Although I will definitely not be able to help you become feathers within a year, I will not help you until you become feathers."

Go do other things."

Sijia glanced sideways at him, pretending not to appreciate it and said, "It's up to you. It really sounds like you are very capable."

Seeing that she had returned to normal, Langxing laughed, raised his chin and said, "My ability is not that great. I just captured a fairy. She became a feather hundreds of years earlier than the first strange woman. I can still

Fighting against some heavenly calamity or something, but other than that, there’s nothing else.”

"You're still irritating me, aren't you!" Sijia pointed at his nose and glared.

"Hahaha..." Lang Xing laughed loudly, stepped away, and said vindictively, "You can't catch up with me now, are you angry?"

Sijia could only pretend to be disgusted and ignore him, and flew leisurely towards his residence. Naturally, he was so angry that his silver teeth were about to be broken.

Langxing kept his word, and then he really tried his best to help Sijia figure out how to transform into a feather. There were two reasons for this. First of all, it was naturally out of guilt for Sijia. Although Sijia could not forget his seventh senior brother,

If he didn't have a deep affection for himself, he wouldn't have acted like that that day. Compared to Shen Qing and Su Wan, he really cared a little less for Sijia. Secondly, he happened to have a problem with Hua Yu recently.

With these ideas, even if I can't find any shortcuts, I should be able to think of something helpful to Sijia.

Seeing Lang Xing meditating motionlessly for five months, Sijia felt a little distressed. Although Lang Xing was not as lazy as Xun Yi, he advocated letting nature take its course when it came to enlightenment. She knew this very well.

, no matter how important things are, Lang Xing always understands them when he can. When he can't understand them, he puts them away temporarily. He never forces it. This time, he must be forcing himself. She really wants Lang Xing to understand it.

He wanted to take a rest, but he was afraid that his interruption would make Langxing's hard work unfinished.

By the sixth month, her entanglement deepened, and she quietly entered Lang Xing's room and sat quietly opposite him, hoping to attract Lang Xing's attention in this way.

"Give me a little more time." Langxing felt Sijia's arrival and said without opening his eyes.

Sijia hurriedly and quietly retreated. When he reached the door, he said quietly in his heart, "I've made it difficult for you. I won't make things difficult for you again in the future."

At midnight that day, Langxing opened his eyes, with a look of thinking in his eyes. He sat there for a while before getting up. After leaving the house, he silently rose into the sky, quietly looking at the deep night sky, his eyes like his

The ones I looked at were as bright as the cold stars.
To be continued...