In the early morning of the cold winter, Taixu Gate saw the long-lost sunshine for the first time. The remaining flames on the martial arts field gradually faded out, and wisps of white smoke appeared and dissipated in the air. The once magnificent palace now looks dilapidated. After a battle last night, it completely changed Taixu Gate.

The snow accumulated in the mountains is now exposed with dark quilts, and the melted snow turns into clear streams and flows into ditches along the hillside.

The martial arts performance venue was filled with figures, but it was incredibly quiet at this time. In the huge martial arts performance venue, dozens of disciples who were tied up in large numbers were kneeling on the ground and hunching their heads. It was not difficult to see their fear in their hearts from the trembling body.

These people were all disciples who were arrested during the resistance last night, and were also those who were listed on the death list.

Standing opposite them were the deacons of the Taixu Sect. At first glance, they were probably dozens of people. There were hundreds or even thousands of disciples around, and each of them held their breath, and no one dared to make a noise at this time.

In the middle of the martial arts field, there is a platform that measures the ruler. It is where disciples in the sect compete in martial arts. They like to call the abruptly high-rise flat ground called the ring. The disciples who compete on the martial arts are all life and death, so in recent years, there have been few people who compete in the ring.

Although Ji Ling had not restored her previous momentum that shocked the four seats, her aura was still so strong that everyone was respectful.

The robe has no heels but does not drag on the ground. Every step is just right, neither light nor heavy. The high collar with long hair rises gently in the wind, and a new breath is emitted under the morning light, but there is a faint murderous aura.

Stepping onto the ring, Ji Ling waved her robe and turned around and looked cold. She faced the dozens of disciples kneeling on the ground. A touch of undetectable anger appeared on her face.

The slender slender man raised his right arm to the light, and the golden token in his hand shone in the rising sun. Suddenly, the sound of worship came from the martial arts venue.

"See the master!"

Like a loud sound, it spreads far away toward the valley, as if the snow in the mountains melted.

"Reorganize Taixu and raise my mountain gate"

The sound of the jinling is like a sharp sword piercing through the sky, and white clouds float through the blue sky.

"Reorganize Taixu and raise my mountain gate!"

The disciples' voices rose and waves, sweeping every corner of the valley. Among them, there are those from the heart and those who are perfunctory to survive. None of these is important. For Ji Ling, the Taixu Sect has returned to her hands.

"Jiang Lang, have you seen it? Qiaoqiao took back the Taixu Sect!" Ji Ling closed her eyes to the sky, felt the warm winter sun through her eyelids, and showed a faint smile.

In order to regain the Taixu Sect, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her biological daughter, but God will do anything to others and she was imprisoned. However, she had no choice but to rescue her daughter. At this moment, Jiang Qiaoqiao, who made her feel guilty, should not count.

Unfortunately, after last night, Mu Xiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao no longer knew whereabouts, so they only asked Bai Yang to bring a few words.

Ji Ling glanced at the disciples and shouted solemnly: "All disciples obey the orders. When the disciples of Taixu Sect see Jiang Qiaoqiao in the future, they will be like seeing me. Those who dare to disrespect her will be driven out of Taixu Sect."

"As for orders!"

Everyone knew in their hearts that it was Jiang Qiaoqiao and Mu Xiao who killed Wei Long, and they should have been the leader of the Taixu Sect. But now the two have left, and Taixu Sect cannot be without a leader.

Nowadays, the status of the sect is the highest, so she can naturally convince the public as the leader.

Of course, the two halls of Taixu Sect are still retained, but now that Sa Chongyang is injured in his leg, all the affairs of the hall are temporarily handed over to Yang Yaozong for treatment.

The Deacon Hall was handed over to Dalong. As for those disciples who resisted and were arrested, they would be locked in the Taixu Dungeon to choose a date for handling.

Without a grand ceremony, it was considered as a lord standing on the spot, and Ji Ling became the new leader of the Taixu Sect.

Nowadays, in addition to rectifying the Taixu Sect, what she most wants is to see Jiang Qiaoqiao.

Returning from the martial arts venue to her residence, Ji Ling looked a little weak while sitting on the chair. In front of Jiang Linan, there was no need for her to pretend to be nothing like she had just now.

"Ahem..."

A cough made her veins reveal all her blue veins. Seeing the bright red blood on her handkerchief, she was a little panicked and put away her handkerchief, for fear of seeing it in Jianglinan where the water was pouring.

"Li Nan, bring me a thick coat, it's a bit cold." Ji Ling ordered softly.

The water from the south end of the river came and didn't think much about it, and responded casually.

"Mom, drink some water first, I'll get you clothes now." Jiang Linan bent down to hand over the water, but did not notice that the abnormality of the silence was.

"good!"

Ji Ling's tone was so spoiled. Even Jiang Linan felt a little surprised. The mother I remembered was always cold and had never seen her for several months and she had become a different person.

Yuan Ben turned around and walked away, Jiangli Nan looked back and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you, Mother?"

Seeing that his son, who raised his hand around his head, was puzzled, Ji Ling realized his changes. However, she still maintained that kind expression, with a slightly anticipated look on her face and asked: "I'm not good to you before and cared too little. Have you ever blamed your mother?"

Jiang Linan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if a warm current surged into his heart, looking at his mother with hazy eyes, only seeing the general outline.

"In the child's heart, mothers have always been the best, and children can feel their love."

After Jiang Linan finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the room on one side of the house. He was afraid that staying for a moment would make him cry.

Seeing Jiang Linan's back disappearing from the door of the room, Ji Ling wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't calm down for a long time.

It was not until Jiang Linan came back to put on her coat, and she brought her back from her past memories.

"Linan, move out the things in the west wing room and clean the room."

With his hands tightened his collar, Ji Ling turned his head to look at Jiang Linan next to him. There was still a sense of guilt in his red eyes.

The west wing room is the largest room in the entire residence. The doors have been locked over the years, and Jianglinan has never even been in. All the relics there are Jianglang's relics. Since Jianglinan can be remembered, that room has been forbidden.

"Mom, aren't our room enough now?" Jiang Linan asked in doubt.

Ji Ling sighed softly, stood up carefully with her coat, and then stood firm. After standing firm, she turned to Jianglinan and said, "My sister has been away from home for so many years, and I don't know how much suffering she has suffered outside. If she comes back one day, she will have a place to rest."

"mother!"

"Do you know why that room has been locked? It's my mother who is afraid. She has never dared to face that room for many years. Whenever she sees the door open, she can always see all the past, including your sister and your father."

He paused: "Qiaoqiao used to like to sit on the threshold of the west room and watch his father dance in the yard..."

At this time, the memories of the past are like soft streams flowing by, and like a surging flood hitting the mind of Zi Ling. She thought that all the words hidden in her heart for years were said.

Looking at his mother who was crying, Jiang Linan held Ji Ling's hands tightly with tears in his smile, and listened to everything in the past intently.
Chapter completed!