("Don't look for it, he's back!") ”）

Qilin glanced at Xinghua, quietly feeling the aura around him, could it be that he sent Xinghua's cultivation attainments to such an excessive degree, he didn't feel Qianli nearby, heard the wind, heard insects crawling, but couldn't feel his existence, wouldn't it......

Qilin followed Xinghua's footsteps, and in order to save his last bit of intelligence, he couldn't help but ask him why he was sure that Qianli had returned, until he saw a man in white clothes in a small boat floating in the wind on the lake, and his heart instantly became excited. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the boat and looked at the man who was resting with his eyes closed with one hand supporting his forehead and the other holding a crystal ball. I haven't seen him for more than 200,000 years, and his complexion is better than before he fell asleep.

Xinghua, who slowly flew down from the sky, stood at the other end of the boat, looked at Qianli silently for a moment, and sat down softly without saying a word. After not seeing him for many years, his cultivation has improved a lot, and he has not been able to feel his breath since entering the Qianchen Palace, which makes him believe that what he has awakened is only the intuition in his heart. Feelings, sometimes more convincing than facts.

Seeing that one slept on one side and sat on the other, and he was pestled in the boat like a log, Kirin shrugged his shoulders, Okay, it's good that the way to reunite after many years is so peaceful and silent, and silence is better than sound at this time.

For a long time, Qianli didn't wake up, Xinghua didn't say anything, Qilin stood silently on the boat, the wind lifted the corners of his clothes, and under the warm sun, it seemed that everything had returned to the beginning. He is indifferent and silent, he is quiet and gentle, and he is wanton and chic. Whoever is the most peaceful and tranquil appearance, the story experienced is nothing but a waking dream, the wind blows, the wisps disperse, without a trace.

The boat drifted from the middle of the lake to the shore with the microwaves, and a jacaranda with its branches crooked to the surface of the water stretched right above the boat. Seeing that the entire shore of the lake was covered with jacarandas, the unicorn seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to ask Xinghua, who had been silent, "When did he plant this kind of tree by the lake?" "Last year, he went to the palace to look for a flower scout to drink, and he didn't find these jacarandas. From a distance, a thick layer of purple-blue flowers fell on the endless lakeside stone road, and the tall trunks were full of purple-blue flowers that shaded the sun.

Xinghua opened his palm, caught a purple-blue flower falling from the end of the tree, and his eyes fell on the petals, jacaranda ...... He's still waiting for Phantom to return.

At this time, the unicorn also thought of the flower language of the jacaranda. Serene, profound, melancholy, waiting for love in despair.

The two of them saw Phantom Ji disappear with their own eyes, and they didn't know where she had gone. Afterwards, Qilin personally went to the Tianwa Palace outside the sky to look for it, but did not see Phantom Ji. Thinking that she definitely needed to repair her immortal spirit, they naturally couldn't find her in the palace when she was in retreat to cultivate immortals, and then every ten years they sent people to the Wa Palace to inquire about her situation, and there was no news about her in the past 200,000 years, and Her Royal Highness Phantom Ji, the descendant of Nuwa, seemed to have never been between heaven and earth. They guessed that Phantom Ji should have returned to her otherworldly enchantment, and it was unknown whether she still existed in the world. On that day, she spit out all her Nuwa dzi beads, leaving the hope of life to Qianli.

Qilin sighed softly, once was once, and then remembered was also once.

A strong wind blew, the flowers on the jacaranda fell one after another, a large area of purple-blue petals floated in the sky, like the next purple and blue flower rain, a white figure came through the flowers, holding a set of exquisite tea sets in his hand, seeing Xinghua and the unicorn, the flower detective was slightly stunned, and quickly calmed down, set up tables and chairs under the jacaranda on the shore, and made tea silently.

Seeing the reaction of the flower detective, Qilin understood something in his heart, flew from the boat to the shore, walked a few steps and sat on the chair, snapped, shook off his Bose fan in a dashing manner, and fanned it slowly, "Don't you want to say something to me, Huahua." ”

"I ...... I don't have much to say. ”

Qilin's posture became more and more relaxed, and he smiled, "Hehe, there's nothing to say, what are you nervous about?" ”

"I don't."

The spout of the teapot shook down, and a few drops of hot tea dripped onto the table, and Qilin's gaze followed the teapot to Hua Tan's hand, moving up to his face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know if you remember what my real name is."

Hua Tan was stunned and looked up at Qilin, "Emperor Zun didn't let him say it, and we just acted according to orders." When his master suddenly returned to the palace, he was so frightened that he thought he was hallucinating, and he was in disbelief for a while, and he did not recover until three days later. After experiencing the Heavenly Tribulation and the Qiankun Tribulation, his heart hangs in his throat every day, for fear that there will be another calamity for his family Emperor Zun to experience. It took half a year to settle down.

"He must mean that he can't say to outsiders, you think I'm an outsider?"

The honest flower scout hurriedly denied Qilin's words, "Emperor Zun is talking about anyone. Inside and outside. "Even if he is not an outsider, he is definitely not an insider of Emperor Zun, Emperor Zun doesn't want people outside the palace to know that he is awake, so he will naturally keep it a secret.

"I've had a problem lately, and when I'm not in a beautiful mood, it's especially easy to lose control. When I get out of control, I don't know what I'm going to do. ”

Flower Scout holding a teapot