Tian Yuan

One person is wearing a long dress as red as blood. She is delicate and cold, with red lips and white teeth, like the only red lotus in the world. A wooden hairpin tied her long hair tightly. Although there were no other accessories, it showed nobility, just like a banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.

A man was dressed in plain clothes, the extreme chill overflowed from his body, his eyes were cold and precious.

It was the first time for An Xiruo to see the white-haired woman. If she closed her eyes, it would be difficult to perceive her presence, as if she did not belong to this world and came from outside. She was very mysterious, scary and frightening.

The white-haired woman's eyes were very plain, as if she had experienced endless hardships and had seen through everything in the world.

The two women obviously only looked at each other for a short while, but it seemed that thousands of eras had passed, which was especially long.

"Girl, please sit down."

After a long silence, An Xiruo took the lead to break the weird atmosphere, pointing to the chair next to him and whispering politely.

The white-haired woman didn't respond, looked at him deeply, and slowly sat on an empty seat. In front of her was a cup of still hot tea.

Bamboo house courtyard, square wooden table.

The two sat opposite each other, very close to each other.

Who is coming? Why come here? How strong is it?

Many questions lingered in An Xuruo's mind and were difficult to dissipate.

After living for so many years, this was the first time I encountered such an unknown existence. I couldn't bear to test it at all, and I had a kind of instinctive fear.

Even though An Xuruo was not afraid of death, his heart trembled because of the blank look in the white-haired woman's eyes.

I have never felt this way since I followed Chen Qingyuan in ancient times.

Today is quite special.

"An Xuruo, my name." An Xuruo sat upright and behaved elegantly: "What do you call me girl?"

"Zhi... Xi."

Perhaps out of respect, the white-haired woman pondered for a long time, her voice becoming hoarse.

If An Xuruo remembers this name, it will be engraved in his heart and he will never forget it in this life.

"Girl, why are you here?"

When the two girls met for the first time, there was no talk of reminiscing about old times. An Xiruo didn't want to make blind guesses and asked directly.

"have a look."

When the white-haired girl comes here, it's just like people going to places of interest to enjoy the scenery.

Hearing this answer, An Xiruo's brows showed a hint of doubt. Was it really just a casual look?

Although he couldn't see the white-haired woman's specific strength, An Xiruo could be sure that she would never be inferior to her, otherwise she wouldn't have that inexplicable sense of oppression and crisis.

Existences at this level disdain and have no need to lie.

"His breath remains on your body."

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, and the white-haired woman suddenly took the initiative to start a topic, which was surprising.

"He?" An Xuruo was slightly startled: "Who?"

Before the white-haired woman could explain, An Xiruo's expression changed, and she immediately thought of the answer, and tentatively said a name: "You mean Chen Qingyuan?"

"Yeah." The white-haired woman responded with a frosty face.

"I'm very familiar with him." An Xiruo's eyes revealed a hint of solemnity and worry. If such a terrifying person wants to harm Chen Qingyuan and cannot leave Tianyuan, what should he do? "What is your relationship with him?" ?Friend or foe?"

After asking this question, An Xiruo began to mobilize all the profound energy in his body, his eyes were sharp and his whole body was tense.

As long as the white-haired woman shows a hint of evil intention or even murderous intention in her eyes, An Xiruo will use all her means to keep her in Tianyuan forever.

Although the probability of success was extremely low, the decision was made without any hesitation.

It was related to his safety, and there couldn't be any mistakes.

Dark clouds were coming over the bamboo house.

The entrance to Tianyuan was blocked by numerous layers of chaotic power.

The emperor's corpses located in every corner sensed the fluctuations of An Xuruo's laws and were ready to move.

Invisible pressure pervades every corner of Tianyuan, suffocating the soul.

Such a scene, even if the Shenqiao monk came here, he would be frightened half of his life, or even die suddenly.

The white-haired woman didn't seem to be affected by anything, and she still had the original indifferent expression, without any emotion.

The white-haired woman didn't care about An Xiruo's actions. She spoke slowly, with a doubtful tone in her voice. She couldn't figure it out: "Relationship? It shouldn't be, maybe there is."

"What do you mean?"

An Xiruo really didn't understand, and frowned.

It was tiring to explain, so the white-haired woman thought for a moment and took out a stone from her arms.

This special stone is oval in shape, dark in color, smooth on the surface, and full of cracks inside.

"Why is the Dark Stone in your hand?"

The first time he saw the stone, An Xiruo recognized it. His mood swings were slightly greater, his voice was slightly higher, and he was obviously surprised.

Dark Stone, the name given to it by Chen Qingyuan.

In An Xuruo's memory, this stone is very important to Chen Qingyuan and contains special meaning.

I asked curiously once and got an answer.

Chen Qingyuan replied that this stone once appeared when he was at his lowest point, pulled him back from the edge of death, guided his practice, and changed his destiny.

Why is this stone in the hands of the woman in front of me?

An Xiruo wanted to know more clearly, and her gaze showed urgency.

"Dark Stone..." The white-haired woman lowered her eyebrows and looked at the stone in her hand, thinking that this was its original name. She tried hard to recall it, but to no avail. When he raised his eyes, he looked at An Xuruo and said indifferently: "This thing is mine."

"Yours? How is that possible?"

An Xiruo's first reaction was naturally doubtful.

However, the next scene particularly surprised An Xiruo.

The dark stone floated up and rotated around the white-haired woman's palm, flowing with a faint luster, which was clearly a sign of intimacy.

Without being coerced, the spirit creature chooses its master!

An Xuruo's eyes were filled with waves of light, carrying indescribable emotions. In the past, she had seen the scene of Dark Stone awakening. Although she was close to Chen Qingyuan, her luster was darker and she was not so enthusiastic and close.

Will Darkstone choose its owner again?

This shouldn't be possible.

There is a high probability that, as the white-haired woman said, this thing belongs to her. Later, it fell into the hands of Chen Qingyuan.

If you really want to say that, the age of the person in front of you is only higher than yourself!

Thinking of this, An Xiruo's expression changed, her mood was complicated and words could not describe it.

If that's true, how did she survive to this age? Reincarnation with supreme magical power? Or hiding in a strange place similar to Tianyuan?

I tried hard to think about every ancient book I had read in my memory, but there was no record of the deeds of "Zhi Xi", so it was all blank.

Who is she?

In just a short moment, An Xuruo's thoughts changed thousands of times. As he stared at the woman sitting in front of him, he felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, including joy, sadness, worry and peace. There was an indescribable feeling.

"Can you talk to me about his past?"

The white-haired woman actually discussed this matter with Nangong Ge, but unfortunately Nangong Ge couldn't explain it clearly and just said it in a perfunctory manner. Later, through the connection between this stone, the white-haired girl learned that Chen Qingyuan had obtained it in ancient times.

This trip to see the scenery was also to ask about Chen Qingyuan’s past.