Dongting Lake has always been a holy place in the hearts of monks.

Every year on August 15, the birthday of the Dongting Immortal Emperor, a preaching conference is held, which lasts for three months and ends on the fifteenth day of the winter month.

Listening to the Immortal Emperor's preaching, what a great honor and opportunity this is.

This year, the Dongting Immortal Emperor called for the Immortal Emperor Opportunity to be held in Dongting Lake, and it is rumored that there will be more than twenty Immortal Emperors present.

What kind of concept is this, at least half of the Immortal Emperors in the Nine Spirit Realm.

The Dragon Emperor, the Ice Spirit Emperor Sect Master Nie Cangtian, will all rush over.

had long expected that an acquaintance would appear, Ye Changan deliberately refined a camouflage mask, and after Meng Qingyu put it on, the two changed their faces.

Ye Changan's face was full of pockmarks, his eyes were gloomy, Meng Qingyu's expression was still cold, and his face was actually beautiful, but even Nie Cangtian would never recognize Meng Qingyu.

There were still three days left before August 15, and Ye Changan rushed to the edge of Dongting Lake early.

It is not an exaggeration to call Dongting Lake a sea with a radius of thousands of miles.

The mist on the lake spreads out, just like a fairyland on earth.

In the distance, a towering mountain peak, shrouded in sunlight and rainbows, looks peaceful and beautiful.

Under the seat of the Dongting Immortal Emperor, there are seventy-five disciples who have been passed down by themselves, three hundred and fifty-seven named disciples, and sixty-eight people who have volunteered to stay in the Dongting Lake Dojo and can barely be regarded as the disciples of the Dongting Immortal Emperor, a total of five hundred.

On the edge of Dongting Lake, there are dozens of small towns, hundreds of villages, and hundreds of inns specially opened for the central island of Dongting Lake.

For this rally, these inns can be said to have done everything they can to redecorate their own inns.

No matter how you dress up, it can't compare to a three-story jade building on the northwest shore of Dongting Lake.

This inn is milky white throughout, and it is built with rare white jade spirit cereal, and the cost alone is not affordable for ordinary sects.

The Jade Building has three floors, with a total of no more than fifty rooms, each of which is extremely luxurious.

At the door of the first floor, two young fairy queens with beautiful faces were smiling and not squinting, and above their heads, just above the doorway, a plaque carved with complex runes and flashing golden aura was very eye-catching.

There are only two large characters engraved on it:

"Lingxiao"

"Is this Lingxiao Palace?"

A monk stood ten feet away in front of the door, his eyes full of longing, wanting to step forward, but he paused.

A young man in brocade clothes next to him snorted coldly, "Are all cats and dogs worthy of coming to Lingxiao Palace?"

As he spoke, he took out a jade plaque, and the two female fairy emperors at the door looked at it, and their movements were in unison, and they respectfully invited the man in.

It turned out that the two women looked exactly the same, and they turned out to be twin sisters.

Seeing that they are only three hundred years old at most, they can become immortal emperors, even if they are immortal emperors, they are already considered geniuses.

A brand new avenue that has just been built continues for tens of meters to the lake.

The avenue is ten zhang wide, and both sides are planted with precious flowers and plants, and at this moment there are many young female monks, who are enjoying the flowers, and there are also many young male monks, drinking and composing poems, so chic.

The man in Mai, who had been ridiculed, had a bitter face, and his eyes were full of disdain and disdain when he saw the monks around him accidentally glance at him.

He shook his head bitterly, jumped over, crossed the flower bed, and landed outside the avenue.

The feet were full of mud and grass, and the other side of the flower bed was like two worlds.

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Ye Changan took Meng Qingyu to search almost the entire shore of Dongting Lake, but did not find a foothold.

There is no way, there are at least hundreds of thousands of monks who came to see the lively monks this time, and many of them are at the peak of the Immortal Emperor.

Ye Changan didn't need a monk, but he still needed a short rest.

In addition, there are many monks in the inn, so it is most convenient to inquire about the news.

The two landed side by side on the edge of the flower bed, and were just about to step on the avenue, when they saw a gray linen young man sitting cross-legged in the barren grass.

The young man's expression was softened, and the aura around his body was circulating, obviously he had already entered the cultivation.

Ye Changan shook his head, this monk was too careless.

The cultivation environment is very important, and if you can enter the cultivation state in such a noisy environment, this man's talent is already good.

Although his cultivation was only at the level of the Immortal Emperor.

However, this young man is inevitably too cautious, and he is so caught in cultivation, he is not afraid that someone will attack him?

At that time, I was afraid that he would be blasted into scum by the magic before he could react.

Ye Changan looked around, raised his hand and shot out a spiritual power, turning into a protective array, enveloping the young man.

Meng Qingyu nodded imperceptibly, obviously agreeing with Ye Changan's approach.

Only Xiao Hei complained, "Nosy." ”

Ye Changan couldn't cry or laugh, but he remembered that when he was still weak, he was always worried.

Seeing this young man in Mai, Ye Changan thought of his former self.

But... People are also immortal emperors, saying that people are weak, isn't it? Something excessive?

As soon as Ye Changan wanted to raise his feet, he saw the young man open his eyes.

Seeing the formation that protected him, the young man was stunned, and the next moment he saw Ye Changan with a smiling face.

He came back to his senses in an instant, his face turned red, he stood up a little crampedly, hugged his fists at Ye Changan and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

Ye Changan waved his hand, "Everyone is the same generation, why don't you go in, what are you doing sitting in this wild grass?"

The young man's face turned even redder, and he said with some shame:

"The people who enter are all monks with status, most of them are under the Immortal Emperor, my identity... Not suitable to go into. ”

Ye Changan frowned involuntarily, "Looking down on others, that's arrogance, looking down on yourself, that's a sin, how can my generation of monks be arrogant." ”

The young man nodded, his eyes bitter but deep.

Ye Changan sighed slightly in his heart, "Do you want to stay here here?"

The young man hurriedly shook his head, as if he was afraid that Ye Changan would misunderstand and laugh at himself.

"No, I'm here to find someone, my sister should be here, I want to have a few words with her. ”

At first glance, this sentence sounded nothing unusual, but when I thought about it carefully, it revealed the relationship between this young man and his sister. Not so good.

After all, it was someone else's family matter, and Ye Changan didn't want to ask much, so he just said softly: "Come in with me and see if your sister has already moved in." ”

The young man looked grateful, nodded, took a step behind, and walked behind Ye Changan and Meng Qingyu.

Meng Qingyu's expression was still indifferent, but his eyes swept over the eyes of the men around him from time to time, slightly disgusted.

"Girl, please stay!"

Several men flew over in groups and landed in front of Ye Changan and Meng Qingyu.

The man at the head was white and beardless, combed his hair in a bun, and looked like a humble gentleman.

With a dangerous face, he glanced at Ye Changan, looked at Meng Qingyu again, and said with a smile: "The girl wants to stay in this Lingxiao Palace?"

Meng Qingyu did not speak.

The man was not angry at all, and continued: "It has long been full, and we have only been allowed to settle in Lingxiao Palace, but there is no room to live. ”

"If the girl is interested, I can help her get an access token. ”

"What does the girl think?"

"Get out!"

"What?"

The young man was stunned, apparently not coming back to his senses.

Meng Qingyu's eyes were cold, "I'll let you go!"

This time, not only the young man in front of him, but also the monks in the distance also looked over.

Someone jokingly said: "Yo, isn't this the nephew of Emperor Mingya?

The young man's face was gloomy, he looked at the person who spoke, and snorted coldly, "Fan Jian, pay attention to your words, we are all people with status, don't force me to draw my sword to clean you up!"

Fan Jian stepped forward slowly, raised his eyebrows, and his gaze swept over Ye Chang'an, falling directly on Meng Qingyu's face.

"Girl, don't listen to Minghao's words, he just looks at your beauty, his intentions are not pure, I don't believe you ask, in the past few days, he has made an appointment with many young monks and three more private meetings. ”

"You're looking for death!"

Ming Hao let out a low roar, and instantly appeared in front of Fan Jian, with a silver long sword in his hand, stabbing straight into Fan Jian's chest.

This move turned out to be to want Fan Jian's life.

Fan Jian chuckled indifferently, leaning slightly to the side, dodging the sword.

"Forget it, you weren't my opponent a few years ago, and now you... Hehe. ”

Minghao was obviously not convinced, and wanted to continue to make a move, and the young men and women who were watching around him were also interested and slowly gathered around.

Seeing this, the twin Immortal Emperor sisters standing at the gate of Lingxiao Palace hurriedly flew over and said with a smile: "Don't do it, a few people." ”

It's obviously a respectful tone, but it makes people hear an irresistible sense of command.

Unexpectedly, Ming Hao and Fan Jian, who thought highly of themselves, each took a step back and said a cruel word, and there was no longer any sign of a big fight.

The twin sisters thanked them and reiterated:

"Please abide by the rules, you can't fight in Lingxiao Palace. ”

After speaking, one of the two looked at Ye Changan and said with a smile: "If Childe wants to rest in Lingxiao Palace, he still needs to prove his true identity, and I ask Childe to forgive me." ”

Ye Changan didn't expect such a request, and immediately shook his head, "Forget it, I won't go in." ”

Meng Qingyu also nodded, "I won't go in either." ”

"Then the boy is light. ”

The two Immortal Emperor women hugged their fists and slowly retreated.

Ye Changan also lost interest, and planned to find a place to dig a hole to rest.

But the young man in Mai who followed Ye Changan trembled, and looked excitedly at the two figures who walked out of the gate of Lingxiao Palace.

First of all, there was a young monk with a silver crown on his head, this man had a handsome face, an extraordinary temperament, and a light but elegant expression, which at first glance looked like a child of everyone.

Many people around him clasped their fists and saluted, "I've seen Prince Wenrun." ”

The young man nodded, and slowly walked forward with the woman beside him.

The woman who followed him was beautiful, wearing a precious glazed fairy dress, wearing a few pieces of flawless jade, and the jasper hairpin on her head was obviously also a good treasure.

"Emerald Flower!"

The young man in Mai rushed forward in a hurry, his eyes were already red, and his voice trembled.

"Cuihua, I've finally found you!"

The young man in Mai couldn't cry in an instant, and he fell to the ground a few meters in front of the woman, tears gurgling out, and he was already speechless.

Wen Run, the son of the Immortal Emperor.

He frowned and glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, and said softly: "Hazy, who is Cuihua, do you know him?"

"Did you recognize the wrong person?"

A flash of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes, and she said softly: "How could I know such a poor and sour person, probably because he recognized the wrong person." ”

Hearing the ruthless words, the Mai man's body trembled, "Cuihua, it's me, it's my brother, don't you remember me?"