The flying artifact was made like the one that had been deliberately illuminated into nothingness, but it was more delicate and faster. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was unusually warm and unusually tidy by Ning Pingyan, and at this time in the cold night, the whole small painting boat was lit with lanterns.

The dim candlelight poured out a warm light through the rice paper, hitting the girl's face, lining the eyelashes like fluttering butterfly wings. The girl was motionless with one hand supporting her chin, her eyes were stunned and she looked at an unknown place in front of her, her expression was faint, but her thin figure looked particularly lonely.

And the noisy Da Bai was also unusually silent at this time, did not speak, and just quietly accompanied the girl.

"What's wrong with her?" Ning Minxiu asked in a low voice with a tense face.

"I don't know. Ning Pingyan was also very strange, and quietly whispered to her nephew, "Today I talked about my youth, and I also told her about how to identify the direction in the snowy region, so I didn't say anything." It's just that I don't know what I heard, and I'm like this girl for a long time?"

"Isn't it a girl's heart?" Ning Pingyan was a little less serious than an elder in nothingness, as if she was worried about the children in the clan, and asked Ning Minxiu sadly.

Ning Minxiu, who was choked by this answer, looked at her cousin, a trace of embarrassment flashed on her face, and said dryly, "I, how do I know." After saying that, he glanced at the girl under the lantern who seemed to be immersed in himself, and somehow, he who had always been peaceful and rigorous, was a little upset, "Maybe this girl herself is starting to regret it, she shouldn't have come to the snowy land!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ning Pingyan glared at her nephew, "Changli's temperament is the best, in the past two years, her master just mentioned a cultivation method, she can practice by herself for several months, unless she makes progress and turns back, she has always cultivated on her own, the wind and rain have never stopped, and she has never had such hard work at my age." ”

"Minxiu, haven't you always admired the ancestor?" Ning Pingyan thought of mentioning, "Do you know that Changli can be valued by the ancestor and Qinghe, and he must have indelible strengths, you can't underestimate it, two years ago, he was still a thin child, and his cultivation was insufficient, but in just two years, he reached the third order." I think this girl will be very successful in the future. ”

Ning Minxiu's current cultivation, if it is not arranged by the sect on weekdays, he will stay in the void, and the rest will be practiced outside on his own. As for the departure, he has roughly heard of his entry-level experience, but he is not optimistic about it, but he only thinks that it is just a scheming woman who uses her ancestor to enter nothingness.

And now, listening to Ning Pingyan's words in a muffled voice, looking at the girl under the lantern, it was rare that he didn't refute it again.

……

Listening to the crackling sound of the wick burning, the mood is like the night sky tonight, how can it not be dissolved.

In the end, it was a miscalculation.

Today, when she heard Ning Pingyan talk about the snow region and couldn't discern the direction, she remembered the worry in front of the city lord of Sanssouci at that time.

At that time, the city lord enthusiastically persuaded the subordinates to prepare a flying magic weapon for her, and when she sent her back, although she politely refused, why wasn't it another statement?

――Doesn't it mean that the place where she is going is not far from Huaicheng?

- Besides, the Star Picking Pavilion is so high, and the Lord of Sanssouci City is an immortal cultivator, how can he not see the direction of departure clearly?

If she and he were really just passers-by in the same city, but general acquaintances, how could they take the trouble to make such a temptation?

It is only possible ......

The girl bit her lip, but no matter how she suppressed her thoughts, the faint conjecture in her heart always appeared in her heart, and it was not a taste in every way.

There was a dull and faint beating in his chest, there was hatred, there was fear, there was the urge to desperately lift the seemingly calm surface, and there was also the cowardice to escape from all that avoided him.

Alas.

She sighed.

Perhaps, this is the catastrophe, she needs the only one to come out alone.

But can you really get out?

The corners of her mouth curled silently and self-deprecatingly, and there was a hint of pity in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

- That's her sympathy for herself.

……

The girl's concerns were not unfounded.

The day after she left Huaicheng, a distinguished guest was ushered there.

"Immortal cultivators need to register to enter the industry, but why is this booklet so blank?!"

A pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce, his face was gloomy, he held the register in his hand, held back his anger, and questioned the guards.

"We ...... We really haven't seen someone like Immortal Chang enter the city, our brother has been looking at it for a few moments in the sky, and who flew down without even looking!"

A few of the guards trembled, eager to explain it so that they could send the evil god away, but this was often not the case.

"Look at the sky?" the man smiled lightly, but then he was furious, "Look at the sky, who told you that immortal cultivators must come down from the sky?

"Stop, stop. Seeing that a group of people had gathered in the distance at the city gate to watch the excitement, the man's smile was a little bleak, as if he had lost all his momentum in an instant, and he muttered softly, almost inaudible, "What do I care about with you?"

At this time, a beautiful bird flew from the sky above the city, and saw that it was snow-white, but from the bird's belly it was mixed with a trace of the color of the clouds in the sky, wisps of blue, green, like green silk intertwined with each other, knotted in the tail feathers. And the tail feathers are like the last trace of sunset on the horizon when night falls, bright as broken gold, and the brilliance is brilliant, and with the flight, a dazzling trace is drawn in the sky.

All the people in the city were amazed by it, whispering to each other, pointing at each other, admiring and longing. However, none of this made the bird from heaven stop for half a step, and it flew straight to the gate of the city, perched on the man's shoulder.

"Xi?" the man raised his eyebrows slightly, calling the bird.

The bird tilted its head and rubbed against the man, and the red-red feathers on the top of his head rubbed with it. However, in the place where others could not see, it was the bird that called the dawn that whispered something to the man.

"You ......," the peach blossom man groaned slightly, "I feel the strongest white breath in the Chunxiang Mansion and the Star Picking Pavilion?"

Xi nodded, and then lowered her head and pecked at her own hair.

"In that case, let's go to the Star Picking Pavilion, and ask this Huaicheng City Lord, what I asked An Yunan to ask him to be so careless?"

The peach blossom man sneered, and didn't care about the rules of immortal cultivators in the world, jumped straight onto the flying sword, and went straight to the top floor of the highest star-picking building within a radius of 100 miles.