The Valley of Incense was lit up by candles everywhere, the light of the flames shining brightly in the sky. The two huge fire altars outside the valley gate were burning with raging flames. The entire valley seemed to have been ignited. The wind blew and the flames made sizzling sounds. It was like a fire dragon coiling around the valley. The fiery red color seemed to have ignited the sky as it roared and looked down at all living beings. The dancing flames made the words "Valley of Incense" particularly eye-catching. The words seemed to flow as if they had a life of their own, faintly exuding a sense of majesty. Even the altar of the Sorcerer Tribe did not have such a shocking aura. Rows of fire altars were arranged neatly, and a joyous atmosphere spread throughout the valley. There were phoenixes carved on the waterside pavilions and towers in the valley. The phoenixes wanted to fly, but they didn't. They rose into the sky. There were also some other bird and beast patterns that resonated with each other and were lifelike.
After the riot of the Beast God, the Valley of Incense was rebuilt and expanded, and it basically maintained its original appearance. On both sides of the main hall, Mountain River Hall, were two new halls. On the left were Sacred Fire Hall and Dark Fire Hall, and on the right were Divine Fire Hall and Pure Fire Hall. The halls on both sides were carved with a ball of flame, which was very eye-catching and soul-stirring. Even the clothes of the disciples in the valley were embroidered with a ball of flame. Some disciples joked that it was not impossible for the Valley of Incense to be called "Fire Valley". It was obvious that the flame totem had been deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.
However, the four main halls had not been decided yet, and the Valley Master Yun Yilan had not said anything yet. It was likely that the candidates for these four main hall masters would have to be announced by the new Valley Master, Li Xun. For a time, the Hall Master candidate became the focus of everyone's attention. Rumors started to spread, and all kinds of theories spread. Although the Palace Master had not been decided yet, the person guarding the Palace was a famous disciple in the valley. The Pure Flame Palace was guarded by Shangguan Ce's favorite disciple, Shangguan Qingfeng. This person had followed Shangguan Ce for many years. He was handsome and forthright. He was most likely the Palace Master this time. The person from Dark Fire Hall was an unknown person, Leng Ning. She was as cold as her name suggested. It was as if he wanted to freeze everyone who came close to him. His voice naturally couldn't compare to Shangguan Qingfeng's. It was rumored that this person's cultivation was astonishing, and he was on par with Li Xun and Yan Hong. Perhaps, he might even be a level higher. Since he was the one guarding the palace, he must have something special about him.
The hall master of the main hall had never been confirmed, and the situation was confusing. However, the reputation of these people guarding the main hall had risen. All sorts of rumors faintly revealed that the Burning Incense Valley had won a great victory. They had displayed their strength openly and dared to compete for supremacy between the Qingyun Sect and the Heavenly Chord Temple. In the past, the Valley of Incense had been low-key and secretive. No one knew how powerful the southern border was. Such a huge commotion had attracted the attention of all the forces. They were watching vigilantly as to what the Valley of Incense was up to.
What was even more shocking was the candidates for the Sacred Fire Hall and the Divine Fire Hall. No one knew where these two beautiful women came from, adding a bit of mystery to them. The two of them were of noble status, and the main hall was located far away from the main hall. It was obviously different from the Dark Flame Hall and the Pure Flame Hall. The two women were also extremely beautiful, and there were countless rumors and speculations about them. Their reputation actually surpassed the new Valley Master, Li Xun. The two women often walked around the valley, and wherever they went, there would be a commotion. A few disciples who were on good terms with Li Xun went to ask him. Li Xun's words were even more shocking and unbelievable. They didn't even know who the new Valley Master would be. They only knew that one of the women was Murong Xueyu and the other was Huangfu Jing. Immediately, there was another commotion. It seemed that the shock brought by the two women could not be underestimated. The Valley Master did not say anything, so the new Valley Master did not know where the two of them came from. No one dared to stop the two women from walking in the valley, allowing them to roam freely. Gradually, the two women seemed to hate this trend. They closed their doors and did not come out, but countless men went crazy. Someone secretly went to check, but was actually injured by the guards in the hall. Li Xun had no choice but to strictly forbid them from approaching the Divine Fire Hall and the Sacred Fire Hall. The order did not stop, and there was an endless stream of people secretly sneaking in. The flow of people was like a torrential river without any intention of stopping…
It was said that Li Xun had been turned away when he visited, but Yan Hong had come in and out a few times…
Rumors had it that the magic treasures the two girls carried were even more miraculous. Rumors said that Murong Xueyu's sword was the Divine Sword Chengying, while Huangfu Jing's sword was the Divine Sword Tai 'ah…
It was rumored that the Divine Sword of Tai Ah was a sword of might. It was invisible and traceless, but the sword qi had long existed between heaven and earth. The three paths of time, place, and man were combined, and this sword was formed. When he drew his sword, the body of the sword was naturally engraved with the word "Tai Ah". Looking carefully at the gold inlaid turquoise and the patterns of the river and sea on the scabbard, he pulled the sword out of the scabbard with a click. A ball of majestic sword qi shot out, and the dazzling sword had the word "Tai Ah" engraved on it. He pointed at the wind, and the sword body hummed. In an instant, it had the power to cover the sky. The audience seemed to hear the roar of a beast, and their eyes were filled with the mighty and brave sword light. A sense of justice that shook the heavens and the earth was awe-inspiring.
The Cheng Ying sword was an exquisite and elegant sword. At dawn in ancient times, a pair of hands slowly rose up. In his hands was a sword hilt. Only the sword hilt could not be seen. However, there was a faint shadow of a sword cast on the northern wall. The shadow of the sword only existed for a moment before disappearing with the arrival of the day. It lasted until dusk. The sky gradually darkened. At the moment when day and night intersected, the fleeting shadow of the sword appeared again. His raised hands drew an elegant arc and waved at a tall and straight ancient pine tree beside him. There was a soft " click " sound in his ear. The tree shook slightly, but there was no change. However, not long after, the lush pine tree cover fell down leisurely in the gentle south wind. The flat and protruding rings showed the passage of time. The sky grew darker, and the long sword returned to its invisible state. The ancient twilight closed silently, and the world was silent.
Murong Xueyu was just like her name. She was dressed in snow-white clothes and had pure white jade feathers. She looked like a fairy who had descended from the nine heavens. Bright and holy, her bearing was out of the ordinary, like a snow lotus that was about to bloom on an iceberg. Huangfu Jing was slightly inferior to Murong Xueyu, but she was also extremely beautiful. She was elegant and gentle, moving one's soul.
Murong Xueyu was smart and elegant, with a hint of nobility. It was so elegant that it moved people's hearts, as if it was on the other side of the river…
He couldn't bear to pick the beauty in front of him…
Anyone who saw that face would never be able to forget it…
Even the boatman on the Wangyou River, a lone boat, a straw cape, a bamboo hat, ferrying in the mortal world, picking up a little bit of interest, from then on, the Xiao and Xiang rivers would disappear, and the bell would not continue…
Even a Buddha who had cultivated for thousands of years, his heart that was as quiet as an ancient well, was still rippling. When his soul dissipated, he returned to the gentle heart of the Buddha and listened to the compassionate voice of the gods...
Even the scattered white clouds on the horizon forgot to roll up, allowing the wind to blow into the mountain stream. The afterglow of the setting sun could not hide the lingering love, and the tears that condensed into morning dew at night...
A drop of crystal-clear tear fell from the sky, and in the season of dancing in the sky, it condensed into the pain of longing on the withered petals, but it could not wake up that peerless face...
The shadows of the flowers danced, and the beauties were deeply entangled…
The flowers were on the other side, the body was here, the wind was under the lamp, and the rain was in front of the steps…
In the boundlessness of time, in the boundlessness of the mortal world, who is the one who is isolated from the world? Who could remain calm?……
Murong Xueyu was accompanied by a dozen women, all of whom were devastatingly beautiful.
Murong Ge turned his head to look at Xue Yu. The candle flames in the hall flickered, and her bone-thin body was like a flame that flickered. These women who had lived in seclusion for many years were also invited by Yun Yilan to come out. They were the guardians of the Valley of Incense: The Murong Clan.
The previous Valley Master, Yun Yao, had passed away. Murong He resolutely left the Valley of Incense and retired with his wife, daughter, and disciples. When Yun Yilan became the Valley Master, she had personally visited the Murong family and sincerely tried her best to invite him to come out. Murong He was unmoved, and Yun Yilan was disappointed but helpless. Until Yun Yilan became the Valley Master, this once famous person had quietly passed away. The current family head was Murong He's beloved daughter, Murong Xue Yu. During Yun Yilan's personal visit, the Murong family, apart from a few disciples who stayed behind, had sent out almost all their family members to help the Valley of Incense.
Murong He had learned a lot when he was alive. He was a rare genius in the Valley of Incense. In particular, he had a unique understanding of astrology, which helped Yun Yao decipher a nameless ancient scroll. When he was alive, he had even found many divine artifacts, which was why he had the Mystic Fire Mirror, Li Xun's Jade Sun Ruler, Yan Hong's Light Spirit Stone, and so on. The Mystic Flame Mirror was just a divine artifact left behind in the human world. The divine weapon was left in the world, and the fated person got it. Divine artifacts were born from the essence of heaven and earth. The sad thing about divine artifacts was that once the owner of the divine artifact passed away, it would lose its original spirituality, its power would be greatly reduced, and it would become a nameless divine artifact. If it was forcefully recognized as a master by someone with strong cultivation, there was nothing they could do. For example, the Holy Sword Xuanyuan of the Qingyun Sect's Fenghui Peak was no longer as glorious as before.
Cultivators would also cultivate some magic treasures, but they were limited by materials and training methods. However, divine artifacts could not be compared. The gap between the two could never be crossed.
Murong He claimed that his great victory was due to his luck in his later years. Yun Yao had single-handedly decided that the sword belonged to Murong He and not to the Valley of Incense. This kind of magnanimity made Murong He follow him for the rest of his life and pledge his life to him. As Murong He faded out, the two divine swords disappeared without a trace.
At that time, Yun Yao, Murong He, and Huangfu Shaohua became the three pillars of the Valley of Incense. Huangfu Shaohua had also quietly hidden his friendship from the world and faded away. The Shangguan Family had become Yun Yilan's biggest supporter. Huangfu Shaohua had spent his entire life studying formations. Although his achievements were not as impressive as Murong He's, he could not be underestimated. He had quite a lot of experience in the witchcraft of the southern border, so the Taoist skills of the Burning Incense Valley now had traces of the southern border witchcraft, which was very different from the cultivation skills of the central plains.
Huangpu Shaohua's views are strange and abstruse, contrary to common sense, Yun Yao integrated the views of the two people, compiled into a "incense jade book" handed down. It could be said that without Murong He and Huangfu Shaohua helping Yun Yao, the Valley of Incense would not have had such a grand occasion.
The HuangFu family and Murong family had always been on good terms, and HuangFu Jing and Murong Xueyu had long been in contact. However, it could not compare to the friendship between the two families back then. During this trip to the Valley of Incense, the two of them did not have any close contact.
A graceful figure quietly approached. It was Yan Hong…
"Miss Murong, I want to see Miss Xue Yu. I'll have to trouble you."”She smiled sweetly, looking serious yet graceful.
Murong Ge naturally recognized Yan Hong. He bowed and said,""Please wait a moment, I'll go now.”He was also polite.
Although Murong Ge was not as stunning as Xue Yu, he was still extremely beautiful.
The two beautiful women seemed to appreciate each other. Their smiles were like a flash in the pan. Their beauty was unforgettable.
Murong Xueyu stared at the starry sky with her beautiful eyes and said faintly,""Yes, let her in." However, he had another thought in his heart, Could it be that the Ghost King Sect already had a new sect master? The new star rose up slowly and was unusually bright. The surrounding stars revolved around it faintly. The starlight penetrated the endless darkness, and the depths of the sky became even darker and quieter.
Yan Hong walked into the hall lightly. Her graceful figure entered his eyes and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Miss Xue Yu, please help my senior martial brother in the future."”
"We will naturally do our duty well."”
After a moment, he said with a deeper meaning,"" Miss Yan Hong seems to care a lot about Li Xun. To be frank, he seems to…"
He did not continue…
"I know that Senior Brother likes Lu Xueqi from the Qingyun Sect. Only a woman like that is worthy of Senior Brother. As long as he's good, I'll be good no matter what." Her words couldn't hide her disappointment…
In the dark night, the two women's hearts silently intertwined…
"He's the successor of the Tian Mo Divine Sword, Master Shuiyue's favorite disciple. It was said that only a few people in the Qingyun Sect cultivated the Taiji Xuanqing Dao and broke through to the Jade Pure Realm. It seemed that he had a conflict with Zhang Xiaofan. This person had left the Qingyun Sect and joined the Demonic Sect. The name of Young Master Blood was terrifying to everyone. He was the enemy of the Orthodox Sect. Miss Yan Hong, why are you doing this?……”
"Haha, I didn't expect that Miss Xue Yu would know this so clearly.”There was a hint of mockery in his laughter. His chest heaved up and down, and his face turned green and white.
"The Posa World already has many regrets," Murong Xueyu said without changing his expression."You might not get what you want…"
There was a hint of loneliness in his faint voice. He seemed to have realized that he had lost his composure and did not continue…
For a moment, there was an unusual silence, and no one spoke again.
After a long time, Yan Hong struggled to move his body and walked out of the main hall. A voice slowly sounded,""Lady Xue Yu, if you have any needs, feel free to look for me…"
Quietly gazing at the starry sky, how far away are the stars from us? Perhaps if she stood on her tiptoes, she could kiss his smiling face. The positions of the stars were constantly changing, but why were people's hearts so eternal and unchanging?
Yan Hong's footsteps were getting further and further away…
Murong Ge held his breath and quietly appeared on tiptoe. He nimbly touched her armpit and turned it gently.
" Junior Sister, you naughty girl. I'm afraid of this the most. Watch how I deal with you."”His words were different from before. He was obviously amused.
Murong Ge dodged it lightly." I saw that you were unhappy, so I was just teasing you. Senior Sister, please spare me." She didn't chase after him, but smiled sweetly at him.
After playing around for a while, it quieted down.
"Senior Sister, when can we go back?" Murong Ge also regained his composure and asked. Here, we are still outsiders. Home is better.”
"Junior Sister, I came here this time because of Old Valley Master Yun's kindness. It's the duty of the family. Protecting the Burning Incense Valley is also my father's wish.”
" I know, Senior Sister. You speak like an old man. How can I not know what the family head wants? It's just that..."
"It's just that Junior Brother isn't here, right?……”
Murong Ge's face was sometimes white and sometimes red. His cheeks were melodious, and his eyes were sparkling like the moon. It was truly heartbreaking…
"Senior Martial Sister, if you continue to tease me like this, you'll be in for it."”
"What's the use of being immortal if you're unhappy?"”
She muttered," Senior Sister, you…"
"Nothing, I just remembered some things from the past. No matter what, I will continue to walk with you…"
In the vast world, who could remember who? Who could safely hold hands and look down on the heavens? The world was full of regrets…
If the heavens have feelings, the heavens will also grow old, and the righteous path in the human world will be vicissitudes.
Long accompany, elegant charm leisurely. The ice strings and slender fingers, the heart is secretly pulled. Leaning against the window, it was cold. The maple trees were red and the willows were green. Outside the window, the autumn water and the long sky could be seen. I hope to cross the river for ten years, sleep for a hundred years, and have a thousand years of fate.
At that moment, her heart was filled with joy. Picking Flowers smiled and rolled up her sleeves. Looking at the other side, the fog is heavy and the smoke is light. When I look back, I lose my illusion. It is the fate of this life to urge the feelings of the previous life, to do business, and to do business.
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