Zhang Shaotong has been traveling in the starry sky for a year, and at this time he came to the outside of the Gangfeng layer of Beiluo Xing, looking at the colorful mist under his feet, and under the probe of his divine sense, he found the place where his soul blood was crushed that day, stretched out a finger, and pointed it on the invisible star protection array, the meaning flashed in his eyes, his body shook, and flashed into the mist, without triggering the formation around Beiluo Xing at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Pierced through the fog and came to the North Luo Star.

Most of the planet is covered by oceans, which contain large and small islands. Zhang Shaotong flew rapidly towards one of the larger islands, but on his body, there was not the slightest breath of a monk, and none of the people on the North Luo Star noticed his arrival.

After flying for a short time, settle down at the southern end of this continent, look up and see a green mountain, on the green mountain stands a magnificent mountain gate, on the top of the mountain gate is a huge stone tablet, the stone tablet is engraved with three big characters of "Miluo Zong" in a simple font.

Zhang Shaotong's eyes were slightly condensed, and he walked towards the mountain gate.

Before he could get close to the mountain gate, several disciples in green shirts, Edgeworth, flew down and stretched out their hands to stop him: "Who is coming?" ”

"I want to see Wang Yi."

A short young disciple's face turned straight: "Bold, how can you call my sect master by his name!" ”

A slightly chubby disciple next to him tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear: "Senior brother, didn't Miss say a year ago that as long as someone comes to find the sect master, all of them will be released?" ”

"Senior brother! It's been a year, and except for Song Qing and Song Lan, the two losers, who came to the mountain gate to provoke, I haven't seen anyone coming......"

"Senior brother, no one has come for a year, so no one will come."

The expression on the short young disciple's face changed, and he hesitated for a while before he said impatiently: "The sect master has been retreated, so he can't be easily seen!" Come with us and see our young lady!" ”

Zhang Shaotong's face was indifferent, and he said two words lightly: "It's okay." ”

Several men led him into the mountain gate.

Along the way, pass through several large halls, fold to the east at the last hall, see a long pink wall, there is a circular moon gate in the middle of this pink wall, which reveals a few touches of pavilions and terraces, the scene of lush vegetation, and from time to time there are sounds of birdsong.

At this time, several other disciples all turned back again, and only the slightly fat disciple from before was still leading the way.

Stepping into the moon gate, the sound of birds is more crisp and clear, and the fragrance of plants and trees is smelled between breaths, which is refreshing.

Walking along the winding path, gradually, a piano sound sounded in my ears.

This piano sound sounds very skillful at first glance, but Zhang Shaotong frowned: "This piano sound is not heartfelt, the sound is like an axe and chisel to strive for goodness, but the fingering is first-class skillful, I don't know who is playing, this person is unintentional, and he is resourceful." "When my mind moves, I already have a sense of disgust for the person who plays the piano.

After turning a few winding paths, I saw a spacious and grand pavilion in front of me, built near the sea, and in the pavilion sat a woman in purple with a beautiful posture, sitting on the ground, and in front of her there was a pair of cases, and a piano was driving on several cases.

"You're waiting here!" The slightly chubby disciple stopped, turned around and said to Zhang Shaodao in a rough voice.

Zhang Shaotong stopped, and put his hands behind his back.

The disciple lowered his head and walked towards the woman in the pavilion, and when he approached, he leaned over the woman's ear and said a few words, only to see the woman turn her head, glance at Zhang Shaotong, and then nodded to the disciple.

The disciple walked up to Zhang Shaotong again, and said in the same rough voice: "Miss let you go!" ”

Zhang Shaotong glanced at the woman again, with a cold look in his eyes, and slowly walked to the pavilion.

The woman pointed to the opposite side of the case, stretched out her hand, and said, "Childe, please take a seat." ”

Zhang Shaotong didn't say much, but sat opposite her according to what she pointed to, and looked at the woman lightly.

This woman was born quite beautiful, but there was nothing special about it, just a beautiful face, and her face could be forgotten at a glance, and people couldn't think about it.

"Dare to ask Childe's name?"

"Zhang Shaotong."

"What is the so-called matter of coming to my father today?"

"According to what he said, come and take pity."

The woman smiled indifferently, and then asked again: "Since the son has come to take pity, the little woman wants to ask the childe, what is love?" ”

Zhang Shaotong turned sideways and looked at the colorful clouds in the far distance of the sky: "Love? Like the trip of the sun and the moon, a line and a line, and like wind, frost, rain and snow, it is for all kinds. The sun and the moon stop, the wind and rain stop, and all things are born. ”

The woman's eyes flashed, and her heart was touched, and she thought about it for a moment in her heart, and then asked, "Is there love in that son's heart?" ”

"Yes."

"Is it like the sun and the moon? Is it like a storm? ”

Zhang Shaotong paused and slowly spoke: "The feelings of my heart are like the sun and the moon. ”

The woman's eyes flashed again: "It seems that Childe is a dedicated person." So how to cherish this love? ”

"Life after life."

"Life and Age...... Hehe, but Yuqing's life has come to an end because of the arrival of his son. There was a sadness in the woman's eyes, but the sorrow seemed hollow and unreal.

She stood up quietly, owed to Zhang Shaotong, and said, "Yuqing, I'll take my son to see my father, and my son will come with me." ”

Zhang Shaotong flicked his sleeves, stood up from meditation, followed behind the woman, and walked towards the way he came.

Walking out of the moon gate that he had just entered, he walked zigzag for a while, passed through a large hall at the back, and came to a barren land, but Zhang Shaotong looked towards this barren place and saw that there was a huge teleportation array installed on it.

A purple light shot out of the woman's hand, and it went straight up into the air, and a moment later, the formation on this barren land suddenly activated. Around the two of them, a complex hexagonal circle of light appeared, and when this circle of light flashed, the ground around them made a clicking sound, and there was a dull vibration.

After a few breaths, at the center of the formation where the two of them were, a blue light fell from the sky, shining on the heads of the two of them, and in a flash, the two disappeared from front of their eyes.

When the teleportation was completed, Zhang Shaotong and the woman had already appeared in a dark stone hall, the air here was extremely dull, with a trace of dampness, and there were no doors and windows around the stone hall, which was airtight.

Looking ahead, at the top of the stone hall, an old figure was meditating on his body, with a strong aura of death, and it seemed that he would soon die.

The woman called softly: "Daddy, the person you are waiting for is here." ”

The meditating old man slowly opened his eyes, and there was a burst of equally old thoughts: "Zhang Xianzun, I have finally waited for you." Qing'er, you avoid it, Daddy and this Zhang Xianzun want to reminisce about the old ......"

The woman glanced at Zhang Shaotong faintly, and replied softly: "Yes, Daddy, Qing'er will go back." Then he shot out a purple light from his hand, and I don't know what formation was activated, and after a golden light flashed, it disappeared from the spot.

"Zhang Xianzun, you still look the same as before!" The old man's mind seemed to be weak, and he sighed softly. (To be continued.) )