Ning Wanrou looked at the five words and had another expression.

"What an enviable artistic conception, one day, no regrets."

Cheng Lingyu walked into the house, and the ground was paved with bamboo. At this moment, spiritual patterns appeared, turning into peonies, beautiful and beautiful.

Ning Wanrou exclaimed: "The owner of this bamboo house must have been a powerful man with amazing cultivation back then, and he had a profound attainment in the art of inscription and array engraving."

Cheng Lingyu had a strange expression and walked into the bamboo house on the left without saying a word. There should be a bedroom with a bamboo bed inside and some simple bamboo furniture, arranged neatly.

There is also a window in this room, with a wooden comb placed on the window frame, which is brown-red and faintly overflowing.

This kind of glimmer is very wonderful, Ning Wanrou can't see it, but Cheng Lingyu can see it.

When Cheng Lingyu walked towards the window, his steps suddenly became ten times heavier and could hardly lift them up.

Ning Wanrou was as usual and was not affected at all, which made Cheng Lingyu vaguely understand some things.

"Wanrou, go to another room and see if there is anything worth treasure."

Ning Wanrou smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go now."

With pleasant steps, Ning Wanrou came to the room on the right, where some bamboo utensils and farm tools were placed, and a broken sword, made of peach wood.

Ning Wanrou felt a little regretful and reached out to pick up the Broken Wood Sword. Who would have thought it suddenly ignited the fire without warning, which scared Ning Wanrou.

In the room on the left, a dark force emerged from Cheng Lingyu's body, and the spiritual patterns under his feet appeared and turned into an endless dark world. He fought against the terrifying force of restraint and walked towards the window step by step.

As the darkness descended, the force of restraint weakened, but it was still very strong, which made Cheng Lingyu spend a lot of effort before walking to the window and picking up the peach wood comb.

A glimmer of light flashed, and the peach wood comb was like a ghost that had been sleeping for thousands of years. At this moment, it woke up and released a strong feeling of resentment.

Cheng Lingyu's mind was shocked and became sad and low. He stared at the comb in his hand, with the words appearing on it.

"Meet in times of distress, rely on each other at the end of death, have no regrets for love, one day and one life."

This is the handwriting that appears on the front of the comb. When Cheng Lingyu turned over the comb, words also appeared on the back.

"The joy is hard to give up. In a flash, the deceased smiles, and the living cry."

This is like a woman's mood, resentment, unwillingness, and more sad.

Cheng Lingyu stared at the peach wood comb, and the scene in front of him began to change, as if he had jumped to another time and space instantly, and saw a pair of men and women leaning against each other.

The man seemed to be seriously injured, dying, with blood in his mouth and vomiting all over the woman.

The woman was very anxious and worried, and kept saying something, like comforting or encouraging.

It was a dusk, and the night came, indicating that darkness came and life came to an end.

The woman carried the man into the house, and she burst into tears outside the house alone, heartbroken.

Under the night, a pair of eyes appeared beside the woman, with a vaguely transparent outline, which looked like a ghost!

The woman noticed it and communicated with the ghost, with her expression extremely complex, full of struggle and hesitation.

Finally, the woman seemed to agree to the ghost's request and walked into the house with some expectations and desolation.

The picture changed and suddenly the next morning, the seriously injured man recovered without any medicine. He walked in the bamboo forest with the woman, walking on the side of the stream, like a fairy couple, which was enviable.

That day, the two sang and laughed. Although their lives were peaceful, they were happy and warm.

The beautiful time always passes in a hurry, and it is dusk again in the blink of an eye, and the woman's face shows sadness.

The man's body is in a state, becoming aging and weak, and his life is losing rapidly.

As night falls, a pair of eyes descends in the night. It is the ghost who comes to ask for rewards.

The man died of old age and his soul was seized by the ghost.

A woman devoted her whole life to a beautiful appearance and turned from being as beautiful as a flower to being white, and her life was almost exhausted.

That night, the ghost's laughter set off the woman's vicissitudes and sorrows, forming a sharp contrast.

At night, an old woman with white hair stood in front of the window, shook hands with her mahogany comb, combed her dry white hair, and her wrinkled face with a pair of dark eyes, as if her soul had died.

The darkness passed, the light came, and by dawn, the old woman was no longer visible, only the peach wood comb was left on the window frame, telling what had happened here.

When Cheng Lingyu saw this, he immediately understood the true meaning of "one day changes one life". It turned out that it was so desolate and sad, which was sad.

Ning Wanrou returned to this room, looked at Cheng Lingyu looking at the comb and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Lingyu shook his head and said, "Nothing, what did you find there?"

"I found a broken sword. Before I could reach my hand, the broken sword burned itself, which scared me. What about you, this comb looks very good, let me take a look."

Cheng Lingyu stopped and whispered: "This thing is unknown and is not suitable for you."

Cheng Lingyu put the comb into the hidden spirit ring and did not want Ning Wanrou to touch it.

Ning Wanrou was a little surprised and looked at Cheng Lingyu a few times. Seeing that he was depressed, she knew something had happened, but she didn't ask much.

The two walked around the bamboo house and arrived at the stream.

Ning Wanrou held Cheng Lingyu's arm and a happy smile hanged on the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Lingyu smiled a little reluctantly. This place touched him and he could never be happy, but he did not want to destroy Ning Wanrou's mood.

After walking around, Cheng Lingyu found a grave by the stream, which had been destroyed and exposed the burial object.

Unlike imagined, the grave is buried not a corpse, but a bunch of dry white hair, which looks useless and has no nutrients, and is directly pulled out and scattered in the soil.

There is a piece of bamboo standing in front of the grave with the words "官网" written on it. The handwriting is beautiful and there is a faint sense of spiritual charm.

Ning Wanrou frowned and said, "Who is so bored that she actually digs someone else's grave."

Cheng Lingyu looked at the bunch of dry white hair, thought of the day changing for a lifetime, and thought of the woman, and felt a lingering sadness in his heart.

"You go there and sit there, I'll come later."

Cheng Lingyu let go of Ning Wanrou and asked her to rest by the stream. He took action to release the bunch of white hair back to its original position, covered it with soil, and rebuilt the tomb of the burial heart.

Ning Wanrou was extremely surprised and moved her lips several times, but in the end she still held back and didn't ask.

After Cheng Lingyu repaired the old grave, he stood in front of the grave and was silent for a moment, sighed, and then walked to Ning Wanrou and pulled her away.

There was a gust of wind in the valley, as if evil ghosts were roaring and crying, heart-wrenching.

Cheng Lingyu ignored him, and darkness descended on his feet, extending from the void, revealing a bit of loneliness.

When Cheng Lingyu and Ning Wanrou disappeared, the bamboo house in the valley suddenly caught fire. A transparent ghost rushed left and right in the flames, but could not get out of the trap. A roar of shocking roar came out of his mouth, and a pair of gloomy and evil eyes shed blood and tears, and died alive by the blue flames.

The fire burned all day long and did not slowly fade until dusk came. This scene and the scene complemented the scene in the past, forming a sharp contrast, like a cycle of reincarnation, telling the cause and effect.

Cheng Lingyu was not very clear about what he had done, nor did he know his arrival and departure, breaking a former bet and confirming a fate.

Cheng Lingyu and Ning Wanrou crossed a mountain, and a well appeared in the valley ahead. The spiritual energy overflowed and turned into clouds, with phantoms destruction in the bright light.

Three spiritual medicines grow beside the well, namely Zizhi, Jinzhi and Bloodzhi, which are distributed in the shape of a pin-shaped character, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy from the wellhead.

In addition to this spiritual spring and three spiritual medicines, there are two uninvited guests in the valley, a stone cauldron and a magic vine.

Including Cheng Lingyu and Ning Wanrou who had just arrived, there were four people in the valley.

"It's them."

Ning Wanrou recognized that the two of them were all from the Tianyin Empire, one was Han Moxuan from Tianxue Peak, and the other was Xin Ruohong from Mengxue Cave. They were both talented figures as famous as Ning Wanrou.

The four snows of the Tianyin Empire ranked first with Tianxue Peak, Mengxue Cave ranked second, Piaoxue Pavilion third, and Shengxue Tower fourth.

Han Moxuan of Tianxue Peak is a thrilling young man of 24 or 25 years old. He has a natural noble temperament between his eyebrows, his eyes are like whirlpools, and there is a crystal snow peak inside.

Xin Ruohong's appearance was a bit beyond Cheng Lingyu's expectations. Generally speaking, most of the geniuses in the younger generation are handsome men and beautiful women, but Xin Ruohong is not good-looking, with a big pie face and a broken pattern on the middle of her eyebrows, which looks very special.

"I said who it is? It turns out that it is Ning Wanrou, the jade girl from Piaoxue Pavilion. When did you start to be in love with the man, you are approaching the man."

Xin Ruohong looked at Ning Wanrou and spoke coldly and sarcasticly.

Ning Wanrou snorted: "Are you envious or jealous?"

Xin Ruohong cursed: "I feel ashamed of you. You are still a famous person in the Tianyin Empire. You actually threw yourself into a hug at a man. Are you worthy of the name of the jade girl?"

Ning Wanrou said coldly: "A person like you, even if you throw yourself into your arms and embrace, there will be no man who wants you, so you are unbalanced, so you are jealous, so you don't like me and always go against me."

Xin Ruohong said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I'm going to tear your mouth."

The two of them have known each other in the past. Ning Wanrou knows Xin Ruohong's character very well and knows that she especially doesn't like good-looking women.

Neither Cheng Lingyu nor Han Moxuan intervened. The two men were staring at each other, their eyes filled with a bit of gunpowder, which was the conceit of each other's indifference.

This is a common problem of genius. I always feel that I am superior to others and never take others seriously.

"I heard of your name before I came, and I saw it before, but I didn't communicate with you. Now I'm officially here, so it's just that."

Han Moxuan smiled disdainfully, revealing a little contempt.

Cheng Lingyu was not angry. Many people were confused by his cultivation level when they saw him for the first time, thinking that he was nothing more than that, so they were careless and underestimated the enemy.

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