Northern Immortal Territory, Wugou Peak.

It was night, the clean crescent moon was appearing and disappearing, the early summer mountain breeze was blowing gently, and only a few lights were scattered in the elegant bamboo pavilion on the mountainside, dimly shining through the window.

The room was filled with silence.

The candle lamp on the table emits bright light, and the delicate back figure of the beauty is sitting under the lamp, sewing a man's clothes in her hands.

She can no longer remember which piece she bought this year, but she was still very focused on picking each stitch.

The night gradually deepened, until the last process was completed, Lin Bian'er's silver teeth gently bit the silk thread.

Carefully folding the newly made clothes, he stood up and reached for the sandalwood hanger, and simply put on a thin plain coat.

After doing this, she took her new clothes, opened the door and walked to her senior brother's room.

The lotus steps move lightly, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Pushing open the door of the senior brother's room, he walked quietly to the small table in the back room in the dark. After carefully putting down the clothes in his hands, he reached out and lit the oil lamp on the table.

As the lights gradually brightened, the familiar scenery around her came into her eyes clearly.

The beautiful ink eyes suddenly became variegated.

After standing still for a moment, he came to his senses, picked up the new clothes on the table, and walked to the wardrobe nearby.

I opened the upper grid and found that it was full before I knew it. Some of the new items were added by others, so I had to turn around and put the clothes back on the table.

He walked to the head of the bed and sat down, gently stroking the bed quilt with his delicate hands, his expression suddenly a little wary.

I haven't seen him for three years, and the longing that was originally floating in my heart has turned into a heavy accumulation.

There are all kinds of words to express my feelings, but they can only be tortured and accumulated in my heart.

Now, after three strange slumbers of different lengths, her cultivation realm has been promoted from the Four Realms to the Seven Realms that are unbelievable to ordinary people.

The chills in my body gradually improved, and my complexion became much more normal than before.

Moreover, some unique ways of using power that she suddenly came to know inexplicably and naturally from time to time also gradually allowed her to master fighting and other techniques effortlessly.

There is no need to cultivate a state of cultivation, and there is no need to practice Taoism. There seems to be no shortcomings for cultivators.

The time and interval between each deep sleep is gradually lengthening. If this progress continues, maybe she will be able to reach the level of Fairy Wushou in three or four years.

Things that should have been something to be happy about, however, in her eyes, these changes became a dazzling witness to the passage of time, making her more concerned and worried, and she didn't even think about food or tea.

Her master has not returned home once in three years, and he regularly exchanges spiritual letters every month.

The most recent letter was written at the beginning of the month, and it still contained only a few words of comfort and no major progress at all.

In order to prevent Kong Rou from feeling as sad as herself all day long, she made up a lie starting from the second year, saying that her master had found her senior brother and could only come back together after handling a secret matter.

Not replying is just an inconvenience.

To this end, I secretly asked Liu Yuhuang to cooperate.

On weekdays, she tried her best to avoid losing her temper in front of the little girl, and only showed it a little bit when she was alone in private.

If it weren't for the life jade belonging to her senior brother in the Ancestor Hall that was still as safe as ever, she really didn't know how she would have been able to support herself.

I know that the world outside is chaotic, and I don't have a little experience in wandering alone, so I really don't want to cause any additional trouble to my senior brother and master's disciples.

If she went out alone and did not reply in person every month, Fairy Wu Guo would surely know the situation very quickly.

I can only try my best to resist the urge that comes up from time to time and want to go out and look for people.

I made up my mind.

In the Nine Paths Realm, if there is still no whereabouts of her beloved, she will leave anyway.

Some kind of intuition told her that this goal was not difficult for her.

In the past three years, the only thing that has not improved for her is her insomnia, and it has even gotten worse as the days go by.

Only by staying in the room I am in at this moment can I feel slightly sleepy, and looking at the bed in front of me can I feel at ease for a moment.

Smelling the vague smell of the former owner's scent on the quilt, she took off her plain coat, blew out the light, couldn't help but lay down quietly on it.

The moment I lay down, all the confusion in my mind receded by itself like a tide.

She took out a grass dragonfly and placed it beside her pillow. After a while, the deep tiredness accumulated in recent days came over her, and the beauty's breathing became gentle.

In three years, unbeknownst to outsiders, she developed an unspeakable bad habit.

Every once in a while, I have to sleep in this room for a night.

…

As night falls, the room next door opens.

Kong Rou lay on the bed, tossing and turning, restless and unable to fall asleep.

Although I have learned the good news from Lin Bian'er and the beautiful woman that my sweetheart is safe and is staying with her powerful senior sister.

The big stone of worry in my heart was finally let go, but the concern in my heart has not weakened at all, and is getting more and more intense as before.

I used to be very used to sleeping alone, but now I feel awkward everywhere.

Just like there should be something very important around you, but now it is suddenly missing, it will never be complete.

It seemed vaguely that this strange feeling gradually emerged after that sweet night.

I'm embarrassed to ask others for advice, and I'm a little distressed.

Now she has worked hard to cultivate to the Four Realms, but for some reason, since she successfully broke through a month ago, she often has more memory fragments in her mind out of thin air.

It feels both strange and inexplicably familiar.

The lights and shadows were all over the place, and I saw many strange and unique creatures that I had never seen before, as well as people who were chattering in strange ways.

In my memory, she seemed to be the daughter of the patriarch of a certain large clan.

In several of the memory fragments, she saw another beautiful and pure "sister" who looked similar to her sister Lin.

Not sick, but still very knowledgeable and courteous.

However, there is a strange pair of small white horns on its head, and a nice smooth white tail on its back.

She seems to be the personal maid of this mysterious young lady. In private, the relationship between the two is like sisters, and they seem to be very good.

She often sneaks out with her sister and chases a large number of huge monsters in the forest to make her laugh.

In a memory fragment that appeared recently, they were brought into a strange world where seas of fire and ice and snow alternated by a sacred green dragon that could fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

There seems to be something very urgent to do.

Out of curiosity, I consulted the Wind Spirit Sword Spirit in my body, and the emotional fluctuation answer I got seemed to mean something like the previous life.

The sword spirit couldn't speak like normal people, and it couldn't be said to be very complicated, so she could only understand it roughly.

It's harmless anyway.

Perhaps it was also because of the influence of these fragmented memories that when she faced Lin Qian as a child recently, she always subconsciously responded as a maid.

It seems like this is normal and should be so common.

She has always been simple-minded, and she had thought the same way when she first came to Wugou Peak, so she didn't care about these slight changes that were difficult to understand at the moment.

It was really difficult to fall asleep, so the little girl simply counted the stars in her mouth.

At first it was just one star or two stars, but then it turned into a number of days without even realizing it.

He kept counting until one thousand one hundred and twenty-five days, which was exactly the number of days that the little girl counted on her fingers since her sweetheart had been away, but she still couldn't sleep.

The little girl who had kept her eyes closed started counting from the beginning again.

The first time it was fine, but the second time it didn’t take long, I felt even more uncertain.

It seems that if we continue to count like this, the days until our sweetheart comes back will become longer.

Thinking of this, shut up and stop.

Her little fleshy hand reached under the pillow, took out the cute raccoon slave hairpin given by He Gu and held it in her hand. In the darkness, Kong Rou's closed eyes couldn't help but feel a little moist.

When my sweetheart goes out to do something important, as long as he returns safely, she will naturally support him completely.

In her heart, her brother He is not an ordinary person, and sooner or later he will become an indomitable being.

You can't interfere with him.

As she read the cultivation-related classics that He Gu had given her, she gradually understood some of the conditions of a cultivator's cultivation journey, and knew that sometimes an important retreat would take more than ten years or even decades.

In comparison, it has only been three years since I last saw him.

It’s just that at this moment, I really miss you so much...

My heart felt a little sour, I choked silently, and after a while, I gradually started to feel sleepy.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, a red light suddenly lit up on the dark side of his eyelids, flickering for a few times before gradually weakening.

I almost thought it was an illusion, but when I opened my eyes, I suddenly noticed that a smart paper crane glowing red had flown into the room.

It slowly descended in mid-air, and finally landed gently on the small round table in the center of the back room.

The fiery red color represents urgency. She vaguely realized that this was an important spiritual letter sent to her, and Kongrou instantly became completely clear-headed.
To be continued...