After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

The scenery on Shouxian Peak is still the same, and the flowers are always in bloom.

Zhao Jianyi stayed in the Tianji Room for three days and nights, studying the Yanjia day and night, trying to forget the bloody scene in the Heaven's Punishment.

Until his eyes blurred, he passed out at the table, and when he woke up again, he finally made up his mind, walked out of this dark house, opened the door, and smelled the fragrance of flowers blowing on his face.

The letters from Rong Jibai and the others have piled up into hillocks, filled with anxious questions.

Zhao Jian crumpled the paper crane into a ball and dropped it down the mountain.He thought to himself, fortunately Mingying was out on a business trip and didn't know about it.

On the mountain road, two figures tugged at each other, the silvery white light flickered, startling a few tits.

Yinping was walking down the hill with long legs, a tearful little doll grabbed her skirt, tearfully refusing to let her go.

The tall body touched the leaning branch, peach blossoms and pear blossoms fell one after another, and a layer of petals was spread on the bluestone board.

Zhao Jianyi shouted loudly: "Yinping! What are you doing?"

Yinping turned his head, and in his shallow eyes, there was a moonlight-like light, "Go back to my home."

Zhao Jian asked, "Isn't this your home?"

Yinping said: "She's gone, it's not anymore."

Xiao Bai couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, "We are not considered your family, do you never take me to heart?"

Yinping's footsteps paused, "It doesn't count." She kicked her away with a long leg, and the round white balls rolled on the ground. Zhao Jian caught her back before she rolled down the mountain stream with a quick glance.

Zhao Jianyi was a little angry, "How could you treat her like this?!"

Yinping: "I've always been like this."

Zhao Jian couldn't get used to her unapproachable appearance, and clearly understood that she was a pretty duck in Gushan before, how did she become like this after transforming, "You are so wrong!"

Yinping sneered, "Right or not, it's your turn to say it?"

The silver-white robe swayed, like a piece of moonlight flowing over the rocks. The girl was tall and thin, with the faint aura of an overlord.

It is no longer the bird under Wu Xia of yesterday.

Zhao Jian said loudly: "Yinping, Master and the others will come back! She will definitely come back!"

Yinping walked a few steps forward, looked back, the young man hugged the bamboo rat with both hands, standing in the mountain, his blue clothes fluttering, and the forest flowers rustled.

"You don't understand anything." She shook her head slowly, "I am the demon king of the land of encountering demons, the lord of the sky, not a duck in the lonely mountain."

Sometimes, Yinping didn't understand why she would continue to stay in this shameful place after she transformed into a monster and gradually regained her monster nature.Huaibai seems to have a strange magical power, which can connect every flower, plant, tree, monster, and person on Shouxian Peak together.

But when she left, Shouxian Peak naturally also dispersed.

So ashes to ashes, dust to dust, each went to seek his own way.

"Your home is not here either." Yinping said, "I met you 300 years ago, and your name was Heqing back then."

Zhao Jian was stunned, "Heqing?"

"The person who killed you was the blood demon Ming Luan."

The huge white peacock fluttered its wings, a strong wind blew up the mountains, and the broken leaves were swept up by the strong wind, and the vision suddenly became blurred.

As soon as Zhao Jian stood firm against the mountain wall, he hugged Xiao Bai tightly in his arms.

Xiaobai fluttered his hands and feet, "Let me chase her! Let me chase her!"

The white peacock rides the wind and soars upwards, breaking through the clouds, every feather is shining with silver light, and the tail feathers are stretched back, with no end in sight.

When the wings are fluttering, the strong wind seems to shake the galaxy and cover the sun and the moon.

Xiaobai arched his hands, carefully caught a feather, and said with tears in his eyes, "She's gone."

As soon as Zhao Jian looked up at the sky, the peacock rode the wind for thousands of miles and never looked back—"Well, let's go."

Xiaobai said: "I want to chase her."

Zhao Jian rubbed her little head, "You can't catch up." He bent down, put the little bamboo mouse on the ground, looked down at the black ring on his hand, thought for a while, and went to Feiyu Peak with his sword fly away.

While Yujian was walking, many Feiyu Peak disciples flew past him and headed down the mountain.

The feathers are fluttering, and the sword is on the waist. When seeing him, those disciples nodded slightly to him.

Zhao Jian asked, "What are you going to do?"

Luo Qiusheng stood at the front and led the group of disciples, "It's Daoist's order, let us escort the people down the mountain to the west land."

Zhao Jian was surprised and said, "Xitu?"

Luo Qiusheng nodded, took him aside, and said in a low voice, "Yes, Xitu has formed an alliance with us, and we are ready to fight against the demon soldiers together."

Zhao Jianyi: "Even the people want to move out? This is their home, are they willing to leave?"

Luo Qiusheng also sighed, "Some people's ancestors lived here, and some people are seriously ill or have limited mobility. How could they leave their hometowns willingly?"

"What should I do?"

Luo Qiusheng: "Fortunately, Gushan has been here for thousands of years and has always protected the people, and it still has some prestige. We want to escort the people away in three batches, and send away those who voluntarily go to the West."

Zhao Jian asked, "Then can they come back?"

Luo Qiusheng looked at him without speaking, a crane flew past the clouds.

Zhao Jianyi: "Qiu Sheng, it's just that the secret realm has been occupied. Is it necessary?"

Luo Qiusheng just smiled, raised his hand, and pressed his shoulder, "I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain, and Master has also arranged work for you."

Zhao Jian nodded, and Luo Qiusheng flew down the lonely mountain with his disciples Yujian.

Surrounded by clouds and mists, Zhao Jian looked back and saw that the teenagers were dressed in feather clothes and dust-free Taoist robes, blending with the sea of ​​clouds, as if they were a group of cranes, flying gracefully to the mortal world.

When he came outside Danxia Palace, he met Ding Fenghua who came out angrily.

"Sword Master." Zhao Jian bowed and saluted.

Seeing him, Ding Fenghua's expression softened slightly, "What's the matter here?"

Zhao Jian said together: "If you have anything to ask, please ask your lord."

"Tell me."

Zhao Jian hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "He Qing, what kind of person is he?"

Ding Fenghua was a little surprised, "You know?"

This is undoubtedly an affirmation of Yinping's words. Zhao Jian lowered his head with mixed feelings in his heart.

"I don't have much contact with him." Ding Fenghua replied earnestly: "In the past many years, I can't remember clearly. He and your master have a good relationship."

Zhao Jian said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Ding Fenghua glanced at him, seemed to want to say something, then stopped, and only said: "You go in."

The Danxia Palace was dark, and the ever-bright candles were not lit for some reason.

Ning Xiao sat on top of the main hall, propped his head on his hands, closed his eyes and meditated, looking pale and tired.

Zhao Jian stood quietly, not daring to disturb her.

After a while, Ning Xiao opened his eyes, "Remember the past?"

Zhao Jian shook his head and opened his mouth, not knowing what to ask.Many questions were pressed in his heart, and when he could ask questions, he hesitated again.

Ning Xiao sat up straight, and said to himself, "300 years ago, Xiaobai lost her three best friends in Shiling."

Zhao Jian's complexion changed.

"One of them, He Qing, was the most outstanding disciple of the Mo Sect back then. If there is no accident, he should be the giant of the Mo Sect at this moment."

Zhao Jian lowered his eyes, and the ring on his right hand was dark, as if carrying the night on his back. For some reason, he remembered the young man who gave this ring, "Who was the person you brought me to see that night?"

There was no sadness or joy on Ning Xiao's face, and after a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, "It's the current mo sect tycoon, Rong Changzhu."

"Did I know him before?"

Ning Xiao nodded slightly.

Zhao Jian said: "When I saw him, I felt familiar. It turned out to be from the previous life... He asked me for a Yanjia..."

The majestic giant of Momen still lacks Yanjia?

Ning Xiao said: "Just ask for a complete Dao heart."

Just as the regret in his heart has always been that he made a wrong choice when he was young, which led to the death of his sister, Rong Changzhu's regret is that he did not wait for someone and did not receive the promised Yanjia.

Zhao Jianyi: "I want to see him again."

Ning Xiao asked: "In what capacity? He Qing, or Zhao Jianyi?"

Zhao Jian was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Ning Xiao stood up, the crane cloak slipped to the ground, blood was oozing from the snow-white undershirt, "Actually, Changzhu has already made a choice for you."

When Zhao Jian caught a glimpse of the pale scarlet, he was shocked: "Your body?"

"It's okay, it's just an old injury." Ning Xiao leaned on the back of the chair and looked down at him with a complicated expression, "When you were reincarnated, Xiaobai notified Xiancheng that after Changzhu arrived, she entrusted you to her."

Zhao Jian murmured: "Why?"

"You are a talented Yanshi, worldly favors, all kinds of disputes, will miss your path."

Rong Changzhu had already made a choice for He Qing.

300 years ago, He Qing frowned slightly when he heard that he was taking over the position of giant. Even he himself didn't realize the resistance, but the junior standing beside him had already remembered it in his heart—everything was already doomed.

There may be other giants in Xiancheng, but there will never be such a unparalleled Yanshi in the world.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ning Xiao couldn't help but smile when he remembered what his best friend said, "In this life, just be yourself."

Zhao Jianyi said slowly: "The Yanjia books I read before, and the Yanshu I learned..."

Ning Xiao nodded, "It's all sent by Xiancheng." After all, Gushan is not good at Yanjia.

After a while, he said helplessly, "Don't be sad."

Zhao Jianyi's shoulders trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth to hear the choking in his voice, "I want to see him."

Ning Xiao smiled softly, "We can always meet again, don't be in a hurry, Changzhu has important things to do, once you go, you will make trouble for him."

"I..." Zhao Jian was in a state of confusion.

Ning Xiao said: "The battle between immortals and demons is imminent. I don't know how many people will be affected. I asked my disciples to escort the people down the mountain to the Western Land. You can also help."

Zhao Jianyi: "Yes."

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, Yuyi disciples came and went, and there were many cars and horses parked at the entrance of the town.

A gust of wind blows, a little cool.

It is obviously summer, but there is a sense of bleakness in autumn.

Zhao Jian was walking down the street in a daze, but he couldn't find Luo Qiusheng. When he saw a plaque, he stopped, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open.

The restaurant was deserted, and there was only one table with business, and the people who sat there were acquaintances.

As soon as Zhao Jian approached, he asked in a daze, "You..."

The food on the table is already cold, but it has not been touched, but the jug has been empty several times.

Sheng Ji stood up, "We used to come here often." He turned to look at the drunken girl on the table, "A letter has been sent from Qianhan Palace, and the storm is coming, let her go back to take over the position of Palace Master. This is done for her."

In the past, there should be four people sitting here.

A few dishes of hot dishes and a few glasses of wine will pour out the half-day worries of floating life.

Now only the two of them are left drinking together, everything is dull and desolate.

"Brother Zhao, since you're here, let's have a drink too. I'll ask the boss to heat up the dishes."

Zhao Jian said together: "No need, let him have a few more pots of wine. By the way, the boss and the others are still leaving?"

Sheng Ji: "The proprietress is nine months pregnant and is about to give birth, so it's inconvenient to move around, wait for her to give birth safely before leaving."

As soon as Zhao Jian turned out the longevity lock, it was a small silver lock with "Hundred Years" engraved on the front and "Peace" engraved on the back.

A hundred years of peace.

He smiled, "Has the boss chosen a good name?"

Sheng Ji poured him a glass of wine, "I just thought of a nickname, Ping'an."