The flowers are blooming, and all kinds of petals are hanging down their heads. Shao Binglan stood in the pavilion and looked at the flowers and plants that were about to wither, and couldn't help frowning: "How long have the flowers of your Xiaoyaomen not withered?"

"Nine thousand years. Xiao Yu didn't look at the flowers, and replied lightly at Shao Binglan's back.

"Nine thousand years later, your Xiaoyao Gate is still in the fairy world. Shao Bing Blue's eyes were full of broken flowers and willows, and there was a slight sadness in his words.

Xiao Yu shook his head: "I'm only for the Four Realms." ”

"After all, you're not afraid of him. Shao Binglan waved her hand and used her spiritual power to make the flower raise her head.

In a trance, I seemed to see a person planting flowers.

The unchanged Tsing Yi, the same rigor: "Back then, he said that the flowers and plants all over the mountains were the last shelter he gave to Xiaoyaomen, and now this should come anyway." ”

Xiao Yu took a few steps forward, looking at the continuous halls below, the bell of the Xiaoyao Gate came solemnly, one after the other.

Looking at the prosperous world of Xiaoyaomen, he said lightly: "Shen Mu's child, like him." ”

"Are you still standing with them?"

"There are thousands of disciples of Xiaoyaomen, and there are hundreds of people who cultivate immortals every year, and if he comes back, he can't bear to watch the Xiaoyaomen he established with his own hands destroyed. The sharp cold wind blew the hem of Xiao Yu's clothes, and his back made people feel a little lonely.

"Why can't you bear it, you couldn't bear it when you took your disciples to slaughter other tribes that day. There was no self-blame in Shao Binglan's words, but there was pain in every sentence, Xiao Yu was like this, and he was not like this.

Nine thousand years of things, I believe that Shen Mu led the Wu clan to rebel, but in the end, he didn't find the slightest evidence of the Wu clan's rebellion, but it was the words of the great elder of the fairy world that made people feel suspicious.

Xiao Yu was silent for a long time before looking at Shao Binglan and said, "I'll talk about it when that day comes." ”

It's still July, and the night in the capital looks a little bleak on the day when the ghost gate is wide open. Su Yue lay on the roof of the Lingering Fragrance Hall and looked at the stars.

The eyes are full of bright stars, full of darkness and sadness, the last time I came to the Liuxiang Hall was also this hour, and the golden and brilliant Liuxiang Hall in the past has ended up like this today.

While playing with the folding fan in her hand and looking at the stars, Su Yue suddenly remembered the few people who looked like poor people during the day. The woman saluted in a proper manner with the murderous eyes of mortal dust. Could it be that he is a member of the Baicao tribe.

It's not like, if it's the Baicao Clan, why bother to rush to save her, is it a member of the Wu Clan?

However, Fan Chen said that if the Wu people would come out to recognize her, how could they be so mysterious.

Feeling that thinking was really a headache, Su Yue simply turned over and went down the roof to touch the silver two in her pocket to find a noodle restaurant that had not yet closed.

As soon as she entered the noodle shop, Su Yue saw Fan Chen sitting inside and leisurely looking at the long file.

"In the middle of the night, I didn't sleep. Fan Chen didn't even raise his head and said.

"There is not even a ghost in the Liuxiang Hall now, how do you tell me to sleep?"

"Do you dare to sleep with a ghost?"

"You...... I'm hungry and I want to eat. ”

Su Yue was angry, and sat on the stool opposite Fan Chen, staring at Fan Chen.

As soon as he sat down, a person dressed as a shopkeeper came up with a bowl of hot hand-made noodles: "The noodles are coming, the two of you are objective and slow to use." ”

"Eat. ”

"Don't eat it!"

"If you don't eat, go back to sleep. Fan Chen casually raised his eyes to look at Su Yue, who was sitting opposite, and then continued to concentrate on the file in his hand.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the people during the day. ”

Hearing those people during the day, Su Yue stood up and ran to the edge of mortal dust.