Yan Qingmei was waiting. The last ray of gaze waiting for the setting sun shone into her eyes. The lake water was patting her ankles quietly, and the greenery was extending, covering the entire mountain.The lake is not big, it is located in a mountain depression, there is no wind and smoke on the surface of the lake, just like a flat mirror, dividing Yan Qingmei and her reflection into two halves. Looking inside and outside the mirror, they are all in a trance. The vines hang down from the mountain and extend to the bottom of the lake, and the roots are densely entangled.The lake does not seem to be in the mountains, but it seems to be held in the palm of a green hand.Sunlight leaked through the mountain peaks, creating a thin layer of wind and mist on the lake.The fog is also a deep emerald color, as if it is the green blood squeezed from the ancient vines.

The waterside was so silent that there was no sound, Yan Qingmei frowned slightly. A dark green chrysanthemum bloomed beside her.This is a peculiar plant, only the clearest dew at dawn can make it bloom, and it will wither immediately when the setting sun disappears. The flowers bloom and wither, the sun rises and the moon sets, and nine chrysanthemums have turned to dust in her hands. The person she was waiting for hadn't come yet. Yan Qingmei sighed softly, a layer of fine ripples appeared on the calm lake. At this moment, the setting sun swept across the back of the mountain, shining the last ray of light into her eyes.Then it fell into darkness and was embraced by endless emerald green.

Just like nineteen years ago, that gentle sword pierced her proudest self-confidence. Let her lose so embarrassingly. That sword had everything she dreamed of - tenderness, strength, majesty, and beauty. Unfortunately, it is in the hands of another person. For the next nineteen years, she lived in this sword all the time, living in the desire to defeat that person. Today, she came here again, and she knew that she would definitely be able to see that person again, and she would definitely be able to use the same method to make that person see her smile. Perhaps, her smile will only bloom for her, because this smile is so dangerous that no one in the world can see it anymore.

Whoever sees it must die. Yan Qingmei stared at the lake, suddenly looking forward to meeting her again. The unforgettable past can't help but come back to my heart. nineteen years ago. There are no people in the empty mountain. The surface of the lake is like a piece of emerald colored glass.Standing on the waves of the lake, Yan Qingmei was like a proud flower blooming in the center of the glass plate. The dark green chrysanthemum is in full bloom in her hands, and the nine slender petals are stretched in the wind, which is full of charm. Yan Qingmei stared at her palm silently, her body remained motionless.Only the birds flitted across the silent mountains, casting tiny shadows on her purple clothes.

Famous flowers and beauties, beautiful mountains and clear waters, this scene is so moving, but if you look a little closer, you can see that a faint blue color is leaking from her body, and it can't stop drifting outward.The blue color is almost invisible.Only a few people with extremely high cultivation bases can sense with their internal force that this green energy has merged with the water mist and penetrated into the interior of those century-old vines. The green air diffuses outwards, trying to wrap the whole mountain in it. Yan Qingmei remained motionless. There was a faint smile on Ruhua's face.

Who knows what killing intent lies behind this smile? The wisteria wailed for a while, as if it couldn't bear the shackles of this green energy. Yan Qingmei moved. With a swipe of his slender hand, Jiuwenju swiped from the right to the front of his body, and stabbed out suddenly. The nine-petal flower shattered into nine sword qi, which exploded in front of her.The sword energy was like a mad dragon, and the vast water mist was immediately smashed, attached to the green sword energy, and flew into the air angrily.The sword energy grew stronger and stronger, and the nine mad dragons filled the entire lake in an instant, and suddenly plunged deeply into the lake.

In just an instant, everything was quiet—but it was deathly quiet. A bird flew past leisurely, but suddenly fell straight down.There was no scar on Bird's body, but he was shocked to death. What kind of chill is in this silence? Yan Qingmei remained motionless, as if all this had nothing to do with her.She shook her clothes leisurely, and the ancient vines submerged in the lake suddenly twisted, and the whole lake was surged into the sky by a huge force, turning into an extremely huge green dragon, rushing up to the nine sky. There was not a single drop of water in the entire lake, all the water was carried up by the green dragon and flew into the air.

The smile on Yan Qingmei's face was even more touching, and she gently stretched out her slender hand. The angry green dragon suffocated suddenly, and the nine sword lights in its body flew back to Yan Qingmei's hands as if they had been summoned by some kind.The green dragon suddenly lost its support, and there was a burst of anger, and the green water shot down from the sky and fell into the lake.The water column fell from a height of tens of feet, like a black dragon, the whole mountain was shaken, and the birds and beasts all over the mountain flew away in terror, and the earth also roared!

But Yan Qingmei didn't move at all, she opened her slender hand, and the nine sword lights still merged into a nine-pattern chrysanthemum, as if nothing had happened. A drop of dew trembled on the chrysanthemum petals, gradually returning to tranquility. She sighed leisurely, as if she was delighted that she had finally mastered this move of Nine Patterns Secret Killing, but also seemed to be wondering, what master in the world is worthy of him performing this move? The sound of thunder in the valley was endless, as if the earth was sighing, and the secrets between heaven and earth were peeped out by this woman.

Yan Qingmei's body has never been stained by a single drop of water, and she is still like a pure fairy in the mountains, resigned from the world and independent. Suddenly, a voice said lightly: "It's useless." Yan Qingmei raised her head suddenly. She saw a black shadow. The black, which is incompatible with the blue color of the deep mountains, is like a piece of night cut from the evening sky.Being black in the green, it was extremely conspicuous, but before the man made a sound, she hadn't noticed the existence of this man at all. The man came forward slowly.This is also a woman.

Yan Qingmei's eyes were fixed on her, and the pupils couldn't help shrinking gradually. As tall as she is, so tall is that person. As beautiful as she is, so is that person. How proud she is, how proud that man is! ——even more so. These few short steps actually gave Yan Qingmei great oppression, if the man hadn't taken the initiative to stop, she would have almost retreated.Everything she owned was actually compared to that person, it seemed so worthless!If it wasn't for the reserve she has cultivated all the year round to keep her calm, she could hardly help exclaiming. Just then, she saw the same expression in the man's eyes. Just like her, that person was also amazed, amazed that the person in front of him was so noble, so beautiful, so proud! Yan Qingmei suddenly regained her confidence, and her faint smile became a sharp weapon again, and she swiped out.She wants to destroy this person in front of her, and smash her nobility, beauty, and pride to pieces! She has never had such a strong desire to destroy a person with her own hands. This person is so similar to her, but not in appearance or manner. In comparison, that person's complexion is colder, and Yan Qingmei's is softer.That person is more graceful, and Yan Qingmei is more charming.But their souls are almost exactly the same, which makes them have an illusion almost at the same time at that moment. ——They were not looking at each other at the same level, but looked down at the lake water, and saw their own reflection in the water mirror. Yan Qingmei felt a twinge of pain in her heart.She would never allow another person to be like herself.Because similarity means that the other party can get very close and may replace him at any time. She is unique, if there is another similar shadow, you must destroy it yourself! Perhaps, this is destined, they will definitely be enemies. Yan Qingmei twisted her fingers, and the petals of the chrysanthemum pointed at the man. Her smile is so soft and charming, without the slightest hostility: "You mean, my trick of Nine Patterns Secret Kill is useless? You know that all the tricks in the world have flaws, but my move of Nine Patterns Secret Kill But there is no way out, nine moves are stacked, each move makes up for the flaws of the other move, nine moves are continuous, so there is no flaw, invincible, invincible, invincible. How can you say it is useless?" The smile on the corner of her mouth pointed directly at the bottom of that person's heart, and she wanted to use this smile to destroy that person's pride, because she knew she was right.This clan's thousand-year-old secret book has always regarded this trick as the ultimate secret, and only the clan leader can read it.Thousands of years of cheats, how could it be wrong? The man said flatly: "Thousands of tricks, I only think of you as one trick." Yan Qingmei's pupils suddenly shrank! This sentence is so sharp, enough to stab all her pride! She can see that any trick has flaws, but she doesn't see that even if nine tricks are connected and complement each other, these nine tricks become a new trick.Since it is a trick, there must be a flaw.Perhaps the Nine Patterns Secret Killing has made up for all the original flaws of the Nine Moves, but it is inevitable that this move will create new flaws. Who is this person, and why can he see the secret of this trick just by looking at it? A sense of frustration suddenly rose in Yan Qingmei's heart, but she couldn't admit defeat! So what if you can see it?It is one thing to have a flaw, but another to be able to break through it! She sneered: "Do you want to try?" The man nodded slightly. Yan Qingmei: "Your sword?" The man pointed at her: "You use flowers as swords, how can I spoil the scenery? My sword is in your hands." Yan Qingmei: "Is it also Jiuwenju?" The man shook his head: "No, it's the stamen of Jiuwenju." Yan Qingmei was furious, this person seemed to be deliberately humiliating herself! Yan Qingmei's use of the nine-pattern chrysanthemum as a sword was not a pretentious gesture.The real reason is that Jiuwenju is a peculiar flower, and using this flower as a sword has all kinds of unexpected advantages, combined with the martial arts of other clans, it is enough to win by surprise.And these benefits are absolutely unexpected and cannot be applied by others.Therefore, if this flower is in her hands, it will be an invincible weapon in the world, but in the hands of others, it is just a flower. Not to mention the stamen of the chrysanthemum!Yan Qingmei naturally knew that although the Jiuwenju was mysterious, the pistils were definitely not lethal, they were just pistils. She would like to see how this person stole the stamens from her hands, and then deciphered her nine-grain secret killing that has been secret for almost a thousand years! The green energy overflowed again, swiftly passing through the heavy water mist, and submerging into the endless green vines.Yan Qingmei's body seems to have been opened, and it becomes one with mountains, rivers, clouds, flowing water, heaven and earth.The nine-pattern chrysanthemum in her hand slowly revealed a secret radiance. But that person did not move at all, her figure was still, but Yan Qingmei's true energy passed through without any hindrance, as if she was just a phantom, a cloud. Could it be that she has practiced to the highest level of assimilation with heaven and earth? Yan Qingmei pondered slightly.All of a sudden, Jiuwen's Secret Killer strikes! The dark green petals exploded and turned into nine jade dragons, which flew up to the sky, and then plunged into the lake.This trick is called "secret killing", and the key lies in the word "secret".It is impossible to see clearly how the true qi is submerged in the lake, how it works and how it strikes.When I saw it, the sword move was imminent! This is also the reason why Yan Qingmei chose to practice swords on the lake. "Secret Killing of Nine Patterns, there must be something special about the word 'Secret'. You hide your sword moves in the lake water. Your true energy is originally green and mixed with the lake water, making it unrecognizable. Is this just 'Secret'? What is the origin of the word?" The man looked at Yan Qingmei and spoke eloquently. Yan Qingmei was shocked again. She saw through this too? The man said leisurely: "Have you ever thought that the word 'secret' is the greatest advantage of your move, and also your greatest weakness?" Following these words, the man suddenly moved! The rushing figure seemed to be broken into countless phantoms, making it impossible to tell which one was real.This person came very fast, in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Yan Qingmei, pointed at the Jiuzhiju in Yan Qingmei's hand. Yan Qingmei was taken aback. She knew that this man's martial arts was extremely high, but she never expected that it would be so high that he could pass through a distance of more than two feet in a flash, making it too late for her Nine Paths of True Qi lurking in the lake to come out! The nine-pattern secret killing that has been honed over thousands of years is useless in front of her! Yan Qingmei sneered, and suddenly withdrew her left hand.Raised his right hand. A spiral of green energy emanated from her palm, rushing towards the man's face.At the same time, Jiuwenju swung violently behind her.Even if the enemy is unknown, she must not be allowed to take the nine-pattern chrysanthemum stamen! The man didn't see any movement, he raised his left hand and held her right hand.There seemed to be a strange suction in the palm of the man, which sucked Yan Qingmei's true energy, and pointed his right hand directly between Yan Qingmei's eyebrows. "You lost." Between her fingers, there was a flower stamen of a Jiushen chrysanthemum.The stamens approached Yan Qingmei's eyebrows, and the soft buds at the front of the stamens seemed to be gently touching her skin. Yan Qingmei lost her voice: "You... When did you..." The man said indifferently: "When you were practicing the Nine Patterns Secret Kill just now, a stamen fell and fell into my palm. You have the Nine Patterns Secret Kill, but I have a trick to invite you into the urn." Yan Qingmei's face suddenly paled.She did all her calculations, but she didn't figure out that the man already had a stamen in his hand, so all her efforts to protect Jiuwenju turned into flaws, easily broken by that man. The man's right hand sank suddenly, and a finger popped out. The chrysanthemum immediately exploded, and more than a dozen flower stamens floated into the air, each of which looked like a lover's crooked eyes. The man said leisurely: "I can kill you a dozen times, and each time I use your favorite stamen." Yan Qingmei suddenly smiled.The man's provocation did not arouse the slightest anger in her, but a smile.This smile faded away all pride and majesty, leaving only charm, her slender eyes seemed to be dripping water, and she said softly: "You won." The man's heart trembled, and the true energy in his whole body was almost instinctively aroused. Yan Qingmei suddenly stretched out her hands, but instead grabbed the man's hands! There was an angry thunderous sound from the bottom of the lake, and nine green dragons shot up into the sky like a sky crashing and earth shattering, bringing up the vast clear water, passing over their bodies, and piercing through the sky.The dense green color is like a huge piece of colored glass, completely covering the sky. There was another roar, and the blue dragon tangled up and collapsed hugging the clear water of the lake! The blue light flickered in the sky, and the dragon energy exploded, turning into an endless array of sword glows.Every drop of water in the lake seems to be a deadly sword! That person suddenly gained strength, but how could he break free from Yan Qingmei's grasp?She sternly said, "Let go! Otherwise, you may not be able to escape even if you are so close!" Yan Qingmei sneered and said, "So what? I just want you to know that you will never be able to break my trick of Nine Patterns Secret Kill!" She shouted, and the nine dragons merged into one, squeezing the sky and clear water together, and smashed her head! At the same time, she slammed into the man suddenly.All kinds of secret techniques were unleashed, attacking that person fiercely.But her hands tightly clasped the man, never letting go!Her martial arts are not learned by Zhong Yuan, she is fierce and weird, her hands are bound, but she can show her strengths even more.Seeing the blue light approaching the sky, that person was getting closer and closer, knowing that this move was extremely powerful, he was eager to dodge, but was entangled by Yan Qingmei, how could he escape?She tried to shake Yan Qingmei's hands away several times, but Yan Qingmei dispelled the strength with her strange movements. Finally, Bilong fell violently and hit the two of them hard. The two spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and were slammed into the bottom of the lake.Nine-pattern secret killing is a thousand-year-old trick, how powerful is it?Although Yan Qingmei and that person are peerless masters, they are unable to parry the power of this move.The clothes were torn, and the lake water was quickly stained red with blood. Yan Qingmei's body was like a flying fish in the water, and Xiangwu fought back, launching a rainstorm-like attack.She knew very well that that person's water skills were definitely inferior to hers!Therefore, her attack was fierce and vicious, and she would never let that person surface! When that person ran out of energy in his chest and had to surface, she could kill him with one move! A cruel sneer appeared on her charming face. The man forced out several moves and forced Yan Qingmei back, but seeing her body flying across the water, she used the force of the flowing water to dissipate most of her strength, and then forced the water to fight back, cleverly using water power, her power doubled more than. The man couldn't help frowning.She was confident that she could defeat Yan Qingmei, but she was not sure underwater.And it is absolutely impossible for Yan Qingmei to let her out! The three moves were used in succession, and the two had been fighting for a quarter of an hour at the bottom of the water. The lake was full of clear water, soaked in blood.The man felt that his hands were getting heavier and heavier, his true strength was rapidly fading, and he was gradually unable to deal with Yan Qingmei's ruthless and swift attacks. The smile on the corner of Yan Qingmei's mouth became more and more charming, but also more and more cruel. She tasted blood. The man's blood, the bewitching flowers blooming under the water, made her completely excited.A longing rose in her heart, to turn the blue waves of the lake into sharp blades, and kill her enemies inch by inch. She wants to crush that person's blood, that person's flesh, that person's soul, that person's pride, and that person's magnificence. The snow waves driven by the strength of the two surged at the bottom of the water, chasing each other, dodging each other, looking for every crevice of each other, and launching a ruthless attack. Every moment, wandering on the edge of life and death. Yan Qingmei could feel that the opponent's true energy was exhausted bit by bit.She knew she was in control.You just need to work harder and get closer to her lifeline.Just apply a little more pressure at the deadliest point. If it wasn't underwater, Yan Qingmei would have laughed out loud. She could even foresee that person's eyes before death. Pain is but a moment, after which there is eternal peace. The high-raised cloud bun will scatter down, turning into ink-colored flowers floating in the water, surrounding the dead pale face. How perfect it is. At this moment, the man swiped his hands suddenly and stopped in front of him.Yan Qingmei felt that the water around her was sucked by a strong suction force, and she rushed towards the man with her body.Shocked, she remained calm in the face of danger, following the momentum of the water, Jiuwenju stabbed out, and the shadow of the sword pierced the man's face like lightning. The man combined his hands somehow, and snatched the Jiuwenju. Yan Qingmei was shocked again, but so what?She slid past the man like a fish swimming, turning the water into a sword, trapping the man tightly. Suddenly, nine streaks of green light shot out from the man's hand, shooting into the lake water swiftly and inexorably.A burst of thunder sounded, and the blue light exploded, turning into nine extremely huge dragons, flying through the sky with the lake full of clear water. Yan Qingmei's beautiful eyes widened in horror, and she watched in disbelief that Jiuwen Misha was performed by this person—almost exactly the same as what she performed. The water in the lake was restrained by the spiral formed by the dragon shape, and it flew into the air with a bang, and the water in the whole lake was lifted up, flying horizontally to a height of more than ten feet.Yan Qingmei suddenly discovered that what this person performed was not the authentic Nine Patterns Secret Kill, because the moment the green dragon was in the air, it was unable to maintain its dragon shape, and exploded in a row. But, obviously, what that person is fighting for is only the moment when the lake rises into the sky.When the lake rises into the sky, she is not in the water.In an instant, the black clothes were flying, and the man had already landed on the shore of the lake.The sky filled with lake water collapsed behind her. Although this move is powerful, it is not enough to break free from the shackles of Jiu Wen Secret Killing.If Yan Qingmei didn't care about her tricks and attacked with all her heart, that person would never be able to escape from the bottom of the water.But it was precisely because the other party used this trick that her family had secretly passed down for thousands of years, that she was stunned for a moment, and the killing momentum was slightly paused, so that the other party had a chance to escape. Is the biggest flaw in Jiuwen's secret killing really the word "secret"? The lake water fell, drenching Yan Qingmei's entire body. cold. She rose slowly from the lake, and saw the man standing on the water bank, looking at her coldly. Both of them were soaked, and the blood stains were stained on the torn clothes, which was in a mess.But the demeanor of the two is still so noble, it seems that the vicious fight just now could not damage their beauty. Slowly, a new nine-pattern chrysanthemum bloomed in Yan Qingmei's hand. There was a flash of sharpness in the man's eyes, and he flicked his fingers. A sharp sword light flashed across the air, and struck right between the two of them.The water of the lake rose violently, and a wall of water more than two feet high was stirred up by this sword light. The sound of explosions continued for more than a quarter of an hour. This is a warning, a warning to Yan Qingmei, if she still wants to fight, she must have the awareness that she must die. Yan Qingmei lowered her head, arranging the flowers of the chrysanthemum petal by petal, waiting for the explosion to subside. The sword light dissipated, and the lake was quiet.She suddenly smiled softly. This smile made her full of style. "Spring water sword technique?" "I know who you are." Her eyebrows were slightly curved, like a crescent moon.If it weren't for the wounds on her body that were still stinging, that person would suspect that she was chatting with a boudoir friend. "If you were a man, I would think you were the Lord of the Huayin Pavilion. If you were very old, I would guess that you were Yin Henbo, who is rumored to be number one in the world. But you are so young and so beautiful..." She glanced at the snow-like skin exposed by the man's ragged clothes, and her smile became brighter. "So you can only be one person. Ji Yunshang. You are Ji Yunshang." The man smiled coldly and said, "So what?" Yan Qingmei smiled charmingly, stepped on the waves and walked towards Ji Yunshang. "If you were Ji Yunshang, you would never be my enemy. Because I have something to ask of you." Her smile has not changed, but the meaning in the smile has become more complicated, a little charming, a little provocative, just like joking with a lover: "Under the whole world, only you can help me accomplish this. If you promise me, I will promise you anything." These words were a bit frivolous, because she knew that Ji Yunshang could not ask too much of her.If Ji Yunshang was a man, maybe something would happen to them.But, she is also a woman, so what is there to be afraid of? So this provocation became a provocation. Ji Yunshang frowned, this should be something to be angry about, but seeing Yan Qingmei's smile, she suddenly realized that she didn't know whether to get angry or not. This charming and innocent woman with a smile has faded away from her edge, and she is only a young girl, so she is not in the slightest danger.He seemed to be completely different from the top expert who just held Jiuwenju and fought her to the death. Yan Qingmei was still walking towards her, so close that she could even smell the faint breath of the other person.Ji Yunshang suddenly remembered that when they were underwater just now, they were so close that she could even feel the coolness of each other's skin. Ji Yunshang's heart was a little confused, she said softly: "Stop!" She hurriedly looked away.At this moment, she would rather face the one-stroke nine-pattern secret kill than those crescent-like eyes. Yan Qingmei stopped, raised her head slightly, and looked at her with interest, as if mocking her panic just now: "Are you afraid of me?" Ji Yunshang frowned, as if she was finally irritated by Yan Qingmei's frivolous teasing: "What are you begging me for?" Yan Qingmei smiled, but her face suddenly became serious: "I beg you to take me into Huayin Pavilion!" Ji Yunshang's face turned cold: "Huayin Pavilion? What are you doing in Huayin Pavilion?" Yan Qingmei: "Blue Bird. I want to see Blue Bird." "It is said that the Qingniao clan, the last descendants of the gods on the West Kunlun Mountains, has incredible prophecy ability and can see into the future without missing anything. However, in a catastrophe thousands of years ago, almost the entire clan of the Qingniao clan was wiped out, leaving only three. One lives in In the Ise Shrine of the Fusang Kingdom, one is kept in the pavilion by the owner of the Huayin Pavilion. I want to enter the Huayin Pavilion, meet the blue bird Xinglian, and ask her something." A flash of excitement flashed in Yan Qing's charming eyes, and he gently picked up Ji Yunshang's hand, and said softly: "You are the Zhongjun of Huayin Pavilion, you know the secrets of the pavilion, and you must know where Xinglian is. You and my martial arts And it’s so high, if you sneak in on a dark and windy night, no one will notice. Okay?” She stared at her with a faint smile on her face, as if in front of her was not a stranger she met for the first time, but a friend who had known each other for many years. This was an abrupt thing, but she did it so naturally. Maybe they should be like this, hit it off right away, become best friends, no matter what the other party asks, they will never refuse.Because they are so similar, their souls are originally one, but they are divided into two bodies. Ji Yunshang felt the temperature in her hands, almost as if her own hands were holding her. But her face gradually turned cold. "No." She looked at Yan Qingmei's astonishment coldly.She knew what the word would bring. Yan Qingmei couldn't believe it, and asked: "What did you say?" Ji Yunshang's face was so cold, if there was any possibility, Ji Yunshang would definitely agree to her.Those eyes in front of her eyes were obscured by the haze of disappointment, they looked so moving. But can't. This is a no-no.It is a taboo that she, as Zhong Jun, must abide by. "I can't take you into Huayin Pavilion, let alone take you to see Xinglian." "If you must go, you must first defeat my Spring Water Sword Technique, cut off my head, and step over my corpse." The coldness spread over her face and filled her whole body, making her like an ice sculpture. Yan Qingmei let go of her hand inch by inch, because Ji Yunshang was so cold, if she held it again, she would frostbite herself. She knew that this expression could only mean one thing: she would never step into Huayin Pavilion. She was a little annoyed. It was the first time she begged someone like this, but she was so resolutely rejected.But the smile on her face did not change, and her voice became more gentle: "Well, I promise you that I will not enter the Huayin Pavilion. It is rumored that the Leshenglun Palace is on the top of the snow mountain, beside the holy lake, and has not been opened for a thousand years. Leave it to fate. There is a mysterious power in Le Shenglun Palace, which can also answer my questions. But no one knows the method of opening Le Shenglun Palace. Do you think I am destined?" Ji Yunshang's body shook slightly. "I know." Yan Qingmei was surprised.She stared at Ji Yunshang with her beautiful eyes: "Do you know the method of opening Le Shenglun Palace?" Ji Yunshang nodded: "Yes." "But I can't let you go." Yan Qingmei finally had an angry look on her face: "Why?" Ji Yunshang was speechless. That was another taboo, the taboo that bound her. A few years ago, she went to the frontier to find the legendary ancient secret formation—the Mandala formation.Not only did she find the magic circle, but she also cracked the biggest secret in it with her extraordinary genius.Since then, she has become the guardian of the mandala formation, in which she possesses almost invincible power, but she has also concluded a contract with the gods. ——Only when she died, the mandala formation would be destroyed, and the Le Shenglun Palace would be opened. This taboo will accompany her for the rest of her life, and she will never be able to break through it. Ji Yunshang was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "You and I are both injured, why don't you come to my residence and stay here for a period of time?" "Perhaps you can convince me." Yan Qingmei looked at her coldly, as if she wanted to read the secret in her eyes, after a long time, she finally smiled: "Okay." Ji Yunshang looked at her, and gradually there was a smile in his eyes. In fact, she was looking forward to using this time to persuade Yan Qingmei.Because she knows that everyone who enters the Mogan Lake in Huayinge or the fifth holy spring in Leshenglun Palace will be cursed by blood and will never be freed.Although Jade Bird's prophecy is accurate, he has to exchange for his life's happiness. But Ji Yunshang didn't know that the curse of blood was exactly what Yan Qingmei wanted.What is this blood curse compared to what she has suffered? If Ji Yunshang knew all this earlier, would she still reject Yan Qingmei?Will everything that happens after that be rewritten? The phantoms of the past are all on my mind.Through the gloomy afterglow of the setting sun, it flashed in Yan Qingmei's heart. Nineteen years passed like water. Yan Qingmei couldn't help but let out a faint sigh. Finally, Ji Yunshang still did not agree to her.One month later, she left without looking back, not even saying goodbye to Ji Yunshang.In the end, she found another blue bird in the Ise Shrine of Fusang Kingdom, and got the prophecy she wanted. Her wish has come true.But all of this, like the waves rippling on the water of this small lake, looks so real, yet so illusory. Once upon a time, the two met, and they would meet again on this lake every year, until the day when her Jiuwen Secret Killing could kill Ji Yunshang. But for nineteen years, she has not been here once. Just because she knew that she was still not sure enough to kill Ji Yunshang. Until today, she finally cultivated the real Jiuwen Secret Killer.This thousand-year-old stunt was finally under her hands, showing its full power, allowing her to see the secrets of the world, from "secret" to "illusion", becoming an invincible unique move in the world.Now, her Nine Patterns Secret Killing can be displayed not only with petals, but also with stamens.If Ji Yunshang wanted to make a surprise attack again, she might be killed by her second move, Jiu Wen Mi, and her body and spirit would be wiped out. ——When Ju Rui is about to pierce her wrist, shed bright red blood, those eyes, which are clearer than lake waves, will definitely reveal unprecedented horror, right? Thinking of this, the corner of Yan Qingmei's mouth curled up into a smile, Jiu Wenju pointed at him obliquely, and Manchihubo leaped secretly under this finger. In the past few years in Fusang, she has cultivated an extremely superb stunt-ninjutsu. Ninjutsu is widely spread in Fusang country, but very few people really know it.Fortunately, the most authentic ninjutsu scrolls are hidden in the palace.She learned something terrible from this scroll: Heaven and man are one. All the forces between heaven and earth are called "earth", "water", "fire", "wind" and "empty", and the one who controls these forces is "dharma".If it is controlled properly, then all power will be transformed into my power, becoming "wind", "forest", "fire" and "mountain". It's as fast as the wind. Its Xu Rulin. Invasion like fire. Not moving like a mountain. Therefore, ever since Yan Qingmei stood by the water, the essence of ninjutsu has been scattered into the surroundings along with the light blue true energy of her body, entangled with the moist and dense water mist.Everything around, the lake, the ancient vines, the mist, and even this mountain, all became a part of her, and anyone who stepped into it would bear the attack of Fenglin Volcano. She was sure, but within one move, she took Ji Yunshang's life. Never use the second trick! Ju Rui will stab out from her hand, tear off Ji Yunshang's skirt, and with a piercing coldness, it will be precisely positioned at the position of her heart.Just by raising her hand slightly, a bloodstain will appear on the fat-like skin, and slowly move upwards with her gestures, finally piercing her chin lightly, forcing her to raise her head. At that time, she could look at the anger and shame in those eyes jokingly, and enjoy it to her heart's content. What's more, she still has a more powerful trick, which she hasn't used yet.That was a method of secret magic that Ji Yunshang could never have imagined, and no one in the world could resist it. ——At that time, will she regret what she did?Will you beg for your forgiveness? Yan Qingmei sneered slightly, swiped her hand, and a series of explosions scattered in the air. Even during the nine days of waiting for Ji Yunshang, every mountain, river, wave, and light by the lake has been carefully pondered by her and brought into her grasp.She believed that she had more than a dozen ways to defeat Ji Yunshang by the sword, each of which was well thought out and perfectly perfect without any flaws. But why didn't Ji Yunshang come? She couldn't help being a little irritable.But suddenly laughed. It was her negligence. She hasn't been here for nineteen years, how could Ji Yunshang know that she is here again this time?She should have let her know. She stretched out her hand, Jiuwenju trembled slightly between her fingers.The fingers are slender, white, like catkins, still the same as nineteen years ago. With a soft sound, nine giant blue dragons rolled up the entire lake and soared into the sky. She knew that as long as Ji Yunshang saw the nine dragon spirits, she would definitely rush over. That was her agreement with her. The vastness of Kowloon pierces into the sky, and the lake looks so empty. Suddenly, a trace of melancholy flashed across Yan Qingmei's heart. The slight melancholy made her tremble uncontrollably.It was like a sudden heartbreak. She frowned and said nothing, but she couldn't remember how she felt like this. Canglong lost his chair, and fell suddenly, smashing the remaining water in the lake to pieces.Yan Qingmei's body trembled suddenly. At the bottom of the lake, there seemed to be something that worried her very much. She couldn't help stretching out her hand in a hurry, and once again performed Jiuwen Secret Kill! The Canglong howled mournfully and rose into the sky. She finally saw everything underwater. Those are five springs, which flow out from five underground passages and converge in the center of the lake.The spring water seems to have traveled far and far to get here. It has long lost its strength, flowing slowly and lonely, and like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, silently embracing each other.The colors of the five springs are different, even after thousands of miles, they still do not change color at all, black, white, blue, green, blue, the five colors are softly rolled together to form a huge mandala. It was smashed to pieces by the falling blue dragon. Yan Qingmei exclaimed, Jiuwen Secret Killer frantically shot, just to see this mandala clearly. When she left in a fit of anger, Ji Yunshang's faint words rang in her ears: "If I die, I will bid farewell to you with the Five Holy Springs." ——Only when the mandala formation is destroyed, the leylines connecting the five holy springs at the bottom of the lake will be opened, and such a beautiful scene will be formed at the bottom of the lake. Yan Qingmei's whole body shook violently.She suddenly understood that these nine days and nine nights were all in vain.It's not that Ji Yunshang doesn't want to come, it's just that she can't come anymore. Forever, she will never be able to come. Only one sad mandala remains. And she could only hold the Jiuwen chrysanthemum tightly, performing Jiuwen secret killing over and over again, just to see this mandala clearly. — she lost. The person she was waiting for would never come.She never had a chance to win back. Only then did she suddenly understand why Ji Yunshang refused to take her to find Le Shenglun Palace. The mandala array guards Le Shenglun Palace, and only when the mandala array is destroyed can the road to Le Shenglun Palace be opened.If Ji Yunshang did not die, Le Shenglun Palace would never be opened for a moment. 剑气狂舞，晏清湄一遍遍施展出熟稔于胸中十九年的九纹秘杀，将湖波击得粉碎，这些可以挫败无数绝顶高手的招数，却无法弥合那越来越破碎的水镜。 直到真气枯竭，直到她无法再抬起一根手指。 她伏倒在水边，几乎不能呼吸。那朵五色曼荼罗透过湖水，却忽然显得那么清晰。 清晰到她根本不必施展九纹秘杀，就能够看的清清楚楚。 清晰得犹如是幻觉。 晏清媚忽然笑了起来。 永远，有些东西，明明就在眼前，却始终无法看清。 就如她，一直在争，一直在抢，却始终不明白自己要的究竟是什么。伸出去争抢的手，却恰恰将最想要的推得越来越远。 一个灵魂分割成的两部分，本该彼此相伴，彼此慰藉，但却猜疑、嫉妒，互相毁灭。究竟是谁的错？ 十九年来，她赢了谁，又输了谁？ 水光荡漾，倒映出她的容颜。依旧那么美丽、高华。 却再不似十九年前。 年华成空。 那双生的影像已然破碎，苍茫世间，只剩下她一个人注视着命运的悲惨。 一丛九纹菊，伴着她寂寂盛开。 而此时，她忽然感受到一阵寒冷。九纹菊的幽光照在她身上，是那么冷，那么寂寞。她霍然明白，她的生命就是一招九纹秘杀，伤了别人，也伤了自己。 她跪倒在地上，突然大笑了起来。