"Junior sister!"

Han Yue left Zhengxin Hall, but was called away by her senior brother Han Tian.

"This is what Junior Brother Chengyu asked me to hand it over to you when he left... It seems that he thought it was made by him."

Han Tian handed over a bamboo flute. When Han Yue took it to her, she saw that it was the moonlight bamboo carved that Li Chengjue asked her to help cut that day and night.

She was a little surprised and then put it in the Qiankun bag. She thanked Han Tian and left from the warm pavilion.

Han Tian looked at his junior sister's figure who was leaving and reminded her, but she didn't speak out. - First, she really couldn't see whether there was any affection behind Han Yue's coldness; second, if there was a feeling between the young man, it was not something he could persuade him in one or two words.

Not to mention the many worries of Master Yu Qingzi and his senior brother Han Tian, ​​Han Yue returned to his warm pavilion, and at the first time he naturally looked at his Yuehua Sword carefully.

Other people's natal magic weapons were created after their cultivation level entered the foundation-building stage. However, since she started practicing, she knew that she had signed a natal magic weapon. She thought she would need some search in the future to get it back, but who knew it was the pendant on her neck.

It was obvious that she had just bought it, but Yuehua Sword gave her an extremely familiar and intimate feeling, as if she had been with her for many years.

He used the Yuqing Sword Technique casually, like using his fingers, which was easier than the sword he had used for several years.

The natal magic weapon is the closest companion of the monk and the weapon that will accompany the monk throughout his life. Communication with his spiritual consciousness is a common means for monks to enhance the connection between the monks and their natal magic weapon.

The smoother the communication with the natal magic weapon, the more you can exert the power of the natal magic weapon. Han Yue is naturally no exception. Although the Yuehua Sword has been following her for many years, it has been unblocked. In order to better understand the Yuehua Sword, a short-term retreat is imperative.

It was just that she had to adjust her state when she was in a coma for half a month before she woke up, and she got her natal magic weapon again. She was in an excitement, and it was not a good time to go into seclusion. Therefore, on this day, Han Yue was still living as usual.

Although she had been in a coma for half a month, the second senior brother still prepared the jerky she liked in the kitchen. She took a small plate and went to the rock cliff in the back mountain to read a book.

"Senior Brother Chengyu, it is said that the way of heaven is ruthless, and he regards all things as straw dogs, but why..." Han Yue's voice stopped, and he glanced at the back mountain where there was no one except him, and then moved his eyes back to the ancient books in his hand.

It was just March, and she was used to having someone around her discussing knowledge with her at any time. It was so terrible to get used to this thing.

Even the warm wind gradually approaches early summer is unexpectedly a bit deserted.

The next day, Han Yue got up very early. After meditating for an hour, she went to the kitchen to help the second senior brother. After dinner, she carefully brewed two pots of tea as usual, leaving one pot for the eldest senior brother and the second senior brother, and carrying the pot to Yu Qingzi's yard, informing her intention to retreat and taking the fasting pill, then she returned to her warm pavilion and officially began retreating.

But who knew that Han Yue had been in seclusion for half a year.

The warm pavilion is closed, so others cannot easily disturb him. So when Han Yue comes out of seclusion, he notices the change in the spiritual energy of the warm pavilion to check. Han Tian stares at Han Yue’s cultivation level on the ninth level of Qi training and almost pokes his eyes!

I promised that I would break through the ninth level of Qi training at the age of 18 and be the leader of the Kunlun Mountain Immortal Cultivation World? Master, you fool me again!

I felt that the joy of breaking through a few days ago disappeared in an instant...

I promised to protect my junior brother and sister, but now I can't beat my junior brother and sister!_(`"∠)__

"Senior Brother?" With the friendship between senior brothers and sisters, Han Yue shook his hand in front of the dull Han Tian's eyes.

"Haha! That's what... the junior sister has also broken through the ninth level of Qi training..."

"Well, senior brother knows that Master doesn't let me break through too quickly, but this time the retreat realm cannot be suppressed, and I have spent a lot of effort to not let myself break through the foundation-building period..."

Bang! The little man in Han Tian’s heart completely knelt down!

A second later, the eldest brother turned around decisively and headed towards his yard.

"Ah, I just had an hallucination. It turns out that alone is too boring on the mountain! I have to find someone to fight..."

Han Yue: "..." She was just a joke, wouldn't she really stimulate the eldest brother, right?

But speaking of this time, it was indeed unexpected for her.

She had only planned to go into seclusion for a few days and communicate well with Yuehua Sword. Who knew that after her consciousness sank into the depths of Yuehua Sword, her eyes suddenly became widened!

Behind the fog, there was a vast and boundless space hidden in the Yuehua Sword. In the depths of this space, there was a sense of familiarity that seemed to blend from the depths of the soul. Her soul appeared in the space and was pulled involuntarily in that direction by the sense of familiarity.

She didn't know how long she had been led forward, as if she had arrived in an instant, and as if time had passed. When she paused, what appeared in front of her was a scene of colorful blending and strange light.

The stars in the sky change, slip and rise, seemingly disordered, but the subject seems to be constant in its inherent appearance. If you think it is orderly, you cannot find any change rules.

There are colorful streamers that shuttle quickly and slowly, and more colorful lights and stars in the sky form a hovering vortex. The center of the vortex is a black hole that cannot be seen at the bottom...

She approached the black hole, and a flower made of stars suddenly appeared in front of her. The flower was like she had never seen before, but she felt familiar, and it was so beautiful that it was beyond description. The petals were colorful, the halo was flowing, and the four images in the heart of the flower gathered, the blue dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the black trunk. The four images composed of stars were leaping and rolling, flying and shuttle...

It is obviously just a flower that is one foot square, but it contains thousands of stars, and there are vague creatures that reproduce and reproduce...

She touched the petal with her heart, and her consciousness was instantly shrouded by the starlight, and she was in a vast universe. Stars were born and destroyed, and civilizations were originated and destroyed... It seemed that after thousands of years, when she looked back, she felt that it was just a matter of a moment.

It was still the flower with stars, but its name appeared in Han Yue's heart without warning—

The flower of eternal night, the rebirth in extinction, the light in darkness, and the warmth in snow and cold. It is a flower and a universe.

Han Yue didn't know how this information would appear in her heart, but she only felt warm and comfortable, as if the warmth that had accompanied her for generations was returned, tolerating her.

She couldn't help but smile, closed her eyes and immersed in the warmth, with a peaceful expression.

At the center of her soul's eyebrows, a ray of starlight flew out, turning into a book covered by starlight, floating in front of her eyes, and a figure appeared from the book - a snow-white body, handsome and even weird, with the nine tails shaking behind her.

If Han Yue was awake, she might have the impression of recalling who the person in front of her was, but her consciousness was still immersed in the image transmitted by the Flower of Eternal Night, watching how the Donglizhou had gone from birth to nirvana since the ancient times.
Chapter completed!