"Don't tell me. You can't remember him." The woman in Qingling said with a slightly cold voice.

The girl remained silent. Her slender eyebrows were almost twisted together. After a long time, Moran's delicate body trembled slightly and she said in a lost voice: "Lin Feng, Brother Lin."

A hint of excitement appeared on her little face, and her pink fists were clenched hard.

"You remember him. It's great." The Qingling woman's face calmed down.

Ye Ling'er bit her lips tightly and looked at the women lying in the stone pond.

"Brother Lin."

Thinking of the handsome boy, her heart trembled uncontrollably.

How could she forget him? If it weren't for the fact that she was worried about him and wanted to see him again, how could she defeat the other people and survive successfully and become the little saint of Huangliang Pavilion.

Among the few alternative little saints, she had no advantage. However, she won in the end. It was her obsession in her heart.

She wanted to survive. She wanted to see him again.

After entering the holy pool, the endless pain was almost crazy. She almost collapsed countless times and wanted to give up. But as long as she thought of that figure, she had the power to persevere again.

Looking at his extremely perfect body, Ye Ling'er was slightly stunned. Looking at the pool water, a strange face reflected was reflected.

The extremely clear and beautiful face exudes endless breath of life. However, this look is not what she is.

Only then did she remember that her original body had long disappeared. The current body is the perfect body reshaped by the Holy Pool. This was what her master had told her before she entered the Holy Pool.

"When I see Brother Lin... can he still recognize me?" Ye Ling'er suddenly thought of this question. She felt a little anxious. A layer of mist appeared in her clear and holy eyes.

"I really envy you. I can still remember my name." The clear and spiritual woman on the edge of the dangerous cliff said. Her voice seemed a little strange. "I never knew who I was."

"You have successfully occupied this body. Your master will not have to die." The woman's voice soon returned to peace. "But your identity is different. In Huangliang Pavilion, you are the second only to me. Your original master will be your slave in the future. From today on, I will be your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Ye Ling'er whispered softly and lowered her head respectfully.

No matter what, I survived, Master, and myself.

"And. You are no longer the same as before. You are no longer Ye Ling'er. You are the saint of my generation, Huangliang. The name Ye Ling'er can only be hidden in your heart in the future."

The Qingling woman stared at Ye Ling'er. There was no trace of color in her voice: "From today, your name can never be mentioned to others unless I have my permission. Do you know?"

"Yes. Master." Ye Ling'er said softly.

The Qingling woman looked at Ye Ling'er who looked exactly like her. She suddenly felt a little inexplicably irritated.

She was so beautiful back then. However, the girl opposite was even younger. The youthful atmosphere was something she could never have.

The woman showed a hint of disgust in her eyes, but she immediately covered it up very well.

Originally, she didn't expect that the winner would be Ye Ling'er. She had some headaches for this matter. She was thinking about how to make the matter happen and prevent this matter from affecting her relationship with Lin Feng.

Now the new little saint is Ye Ling'er. Her mind moved and her plan was to make adjustments. Ye Ling'er became her disciple. If you grasp this matter well, it may not necessarily be an opportunity.

An opportunity to win over Lin Feng.

The Saint Huang Liang thought to herself, but her face was silent. She waved her jade hand gently, and a ball of black smoke enveloped Ye Ling'er's body.

It was a black veil, covering Ye Ling'er's body tightly. Only a pair of bright eyes exposed.

"In the future, unless I get my permission, I will not let others see you." The woman ordered coldly.

"Yes, Master."

Ye Ling'er nodded again and looked up at the woman.

“Master…”

"Say." The woman said coldly.

"Can I... see him again?" Ye Ling'er said. Her eyes flashed, with a hint of eagerness.

"Absurd. You are the saint of Huangliang Pavilion in the future. You need to be clean and polite for your life. The relationship between men and women must be completely let go. This is the rules of my Huangliang Pavilion. Don't you know?" The woman with a pretty face was stern and shouted angrily.

"But……"

"Okay." The woman Qingling looked at Ye Ling'er with unwillingness. She shook her head slightly and said softly. "Some things are easy to say but difficult to do. Let you let go now. It's really a bit embarrassing for you. Over the past year, your little lover has caused a lot of storms on the mainland. If you want, you can tell you..."

"But if you want to see him like this... you'd better stop saying it."

"Yes. Master." Ye Ling'er nodded and looked at the Qingling woman. A hint of expectation appeared in her eyes.

...

After a long time.

"...This is probably the case." The Qingling woman ended her story.

Ye Ling'er's delicate body was covered with black veil. She could not see the expression on her face. But judging from her clenched fists, she was also extremely excited at this moment.

The only pair of starry eyes exposed outside is even more full of endless spirit and looks extremely happy.

"It turns out that Brother Lin... has become this strong. Our Luoyun Sect... has also become a third-level sect."

The Qingling woman snorted: "You are already the little saint of Huangliang Pavilion. Luoyun Sect has nothing to do with you anymore. You must remember this point firmly."

"Also. Don't have any unreasonable thoughts. The woman Lin likes is your sister, not you."

"I know. No one can replace his sister's position in his heart." Ye Ling'er whispered. "He is so powerful. I am happy for my sister. I... just want to have the chance to see him again."

"I want to see him. I can promise you." The Qingling woman said expressionlessly.

"Really?" Ye Ling'er's eyes flashed suddenly.

"This is not a difficult task. When the trial of Wending Ruins ends, he will appear in Xiaoshan. I can take you with me at that time." The Qingling woman looked at Ye Ling'er deeply. "But don't forget your identity. You can only look at him from afar. You can't let him know your identity."

"I know." Ye Ling'er nodded. "Brother Lin will no longer recognize me."

The Qingling woman nodded: "It's good that you understand."

He looked at the stone pond again. The bodies of several women had disappeared. The yellow saint waved his jade hand. The stone pond disappeared in an extremely strange way. It seemed that it had never existed.

"I want to go out. You will temporarily manage it in the Huangliang Secret Realm." The woman of Qingling said. "You have just been pregnant and cannot leave the Huangliang Secret Realm. Once you leave, your body will collapse. Take advantage of this opportunity. You can also adapt to your new identity. One day, the entire Huangliang Pavilion will be under your control.

"Master, where are you going?" Ye Ling'er said.

The Saint of Huang Liang was obviously not very adaptable to Ye Ling'er's concern. He looked at Ye Ling'er deeply and said lightly: "I want to compete for the position of the head of the Seven Sages this time. It is not possible to rely on the current strength. However, your little lover wrote a song "White Horse Chapter" for me. It is worthy of everyone's name. It is truly a work that has been passed down from generation to generation. With this song "White Horse Chapter", I must have improved a lot. In addition, the help of the old man Mo Chengfeng, he will be more than 90% sure of winning the head of the Seven Sages."

"Master, are you going to enter the remains of Wending Ding?" Ye Ling'er asked.

"Yes." The Qingling woman nodded calmly. A small bronze square tripod appeared in her hand.

"There are endless opportunities in the ruins of Wending. It's a pity that every time you enter, it costs a lot."

The Saint of Yellow Miller looked at the bronze square tripod and shook his head slightly, "If there were no good sacrifices, it would probably be more than worth the loss. The ruins of this Wending tripod... I have not dared to enter for more than thirty years since the time when I wrote a poem on the Snow Night of Butterfly. "

"Although Xiaozhou is known as a gathering of talents, it is difficult to get a true masterpiece." The saint of Huangliang sighed. "If it weren't for Lin Feng's "White Horse Chapter", wouldn't I dare to enter the Wending Hall again? How dare I take the risk to challenge that guy Bai Shi."

Ye Ling'er silently said. This time she was resurrected from the dead in the holy pond. Not only did she obtain this perfect body, but she also obtained an extremely huge inheritance memory.

In a sense, she and the current master are the same person. At least in terms of bloodline, it is like this. The exact same body contains different souls.

So she knew a lot of things. As long as the master was willing to let her know, she already knew everything. She naturally knew the grudges about the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan.

Of course, there are some things that the master did not let her know. After all, everyone has their own secrets. Some secrets cannot be passed on as inherited memories.

"When your body can leave this Huangliang secret realm, you can also be qualified to enter the Wending Ruins." The Huangliang Saint looked at Ye Ling'er and said. "Everything I have is sooner or later, and this Wending Ruins is the same. But your power is already strong enough. Entering the Wending Ruins will also cost a huge price. Without good enough sacrifices, you will not be able to supplement your losses at all."

"In the future, you must remember that you must be confident enough to enter the ruins of this Wending Ding."

"Yes. Master." Ye Ling'er nodded.

The saint of Huangliang stopped talking. Fang Ding waved lightly. An oval portal appeared in front of him. There was a nine-colored light emitted from the portal. A rich aura of energy was transmitted from it.

The Saint of Huang Liang gritted her teeth and stepped in suddenly. Her figure disappeared instantly. The next moment, the small portal disappeared instantly.

Ye Ling'er stood silently on the edge of the cliff, allowing Liuyun to live and die under her feet.

Suddenly, her little hand waved, and the black veil completely disappeared, revealing her perfect body.

Wave her again. A dress covered her body.

The clothes looked a little smaller. They were the old things she had when she came to the Huangliang Secret Realm. She was not as tall as a girl at the time. These old clothes were completely inconsistent with her now curved body.

"Brother Lin can't recognize me. You should be able to recognize my clothes." Ye Ling'er thought to herself.

Wave again. The black veil covers the body again. A dress of old clothes is hidden below.
Chapter completed!