The Queen of Heaven looked at the Emperor of Heaven without a trace of panic, but when the Emperor said this, the Queen of Heaven's heart was still like a sharp knife piercing.

The Queen of Heaven took a deep breath and said, "Yes, in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven, the concubines are indeed so narrow-minded, femme fatales!"

The Emperor of Heaven looked at the Queen of Heaven, his eyes revealing disgust: "I ask you again, where is Ze Ning?"

"If the Emperor of Heaven wants to know, he will go to the edict..."The Queen of Heaven said

The Emperor of Heaven got up and flicked his sleeves, and was just about to leave, when the Queen of Heaven said: "The Emperor of Heaven has never stepped into my palace, and today he stepped in for an irrelevant person!"

After hearing this, the Emperor of Heaven was about to leave, so he used his spare eyes to see some remnants of ashes on the ground in the hall and said: "The Queen of Heaven should remember her identity and don't do something unseemly and unclean!"

After speaking, he waved his wide sleeves and walked out of the hall...

The queen of heaven sat on the collapsed chair, clenched her fist with one hand, and smashed it on the armrest of the collapsed chair, and Yuan sleeve arched her hand and said: "The queen!"

The queen of heaven said: "Copy another copy of the roster, those that should be copied and those that should not be copied, you must have a fixed number in your heart!"

Yuan Sleeve arched his hand and said, "Then what to do with this roster?"

The Queen of Heaven said: "Since the will of heaven will not destroy it, then I will seal it in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

Yuan sleeve arched his hand and said, "Yes!"

Yuan Sleeve was about to turn around, and the Queen of Heaven said: "Check where Zening came from, and then go to Xuanhua Chun of the Medical Immortal Pavilion to see the palace!"

Yuan sleeve bowed his hand and went out of the hall...

The Yuan sleeve of the side hall copied the roster of Qiuqiu, and suddenly stopped writing when he turned to a page, looking at the names of the two people on the roster, the moon painting and Youyin, and directly tore off this page without doing anything...

In the main hall, Hua Chun knelt in the center of the hall, and the queen of heaven said: "Hua Chun, the older you are, the harder your wings are!"

"The queen of heaven is angry, I don't know what Xiaoxian has done?" Hua Chunxian arched

"Then the palace will remind you! What is the identity of your closed disciple, Ze Ning?"

"After returning to the sky, Xiaoxian didn't know Ze Ning's true identity, and when Shang Gonggong sent it, he didn't explain it, only said that let Ze Ning be a person who does nothing in the Medical Immortal Pavilion, and be responsible for the sundries in the palace on weekdays, Xiao Xian saw that Ze Ning was talented and diligent and studious, so he asked him to read the medical book in his spare time!" Hua Chunxian arched his hand

"Oh?" asked the Queen of Heaven

"Exactly!" said Hua Chun Immortal

"That apprentice of yours, young and vigorous, has no mouth to cover, this palace wants to punish the maid in his palace, how can he be allowed to put his beak, since he is so willing to fight grievances, then this palace can only follow his wishes!"

Hua Chunxian arched his hand and said, ""The queen of heaven has decided like this, there must be a reason for the queen of heaven!"

Tianhou said: "Hua Chunxian is so reasonable, this palace believes that this palace will be meticulous and handle the matter of Hua Chunxian carefully!"

The queen of heaven looked at Hua Chunxian, paused and said, "Get up, this palace has always been generous and merciful to its loyal ministers!"

Hua Chunxian got up and arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Queen of Heaven!"

As soon as Hua Chunxian came out of the pavilion, he raised his arm and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead...

But he didn't take a few steps, Shang Zheng came head-on, Hua Chunxian's heart tightened, and he arched his hand: "Father-in-law Shang!"

Shang Zheng raised his orchid fingers, looked at Hua Chunxian, and looked frightened, and then he knew it: "Oops... Hua Chunxian, this has just come off the blade?"

Hua Chunxian arched his hand and did not answer the words...

Shang Zheng said again: "I'm afraid... Hua Chunxian still needs to take a few more steps on this blade..."

Hua Chunxian arched his hand and said: "Father-in-law Shang has something to do, you can order Xiaoxian!"

Shang Zheng said: "It's not that I have something to do, it's that the Emperor of Heaven has something to tell Hua Chunxian!"

I saw Hua Chunxian lifting his shirt and kneeling down and arching his hand...

Shang Zheng coughed lightly and said: "The Emperor of Heaven asked me to bring a message to Hua Chunxian, Ze Ning's life and death are uncertain now, and his whereabouts are unknown, so... If Hua Chunxian wants to live, the only way is to redeem his merits! Hua Chunxian understands?"

"Little Immortal obeys!" Hua Chunxian arched

The barren mountains were dead and uninhabited, and the cries of crows echoed over and over again in the mountains. The wind blew, and the withered yellow artemisia grass was blown loudly. In addition to the decaying grass, what catches the eye is also the decaying grass. The setting sun dyed the horizon yellow. This boundless desolation...

If you find Moon Painting and Ze Ning, it will be a barren mountain in the world...

Hua Chunxian looked at the blurred flesh and blood of the two, first diagnosed Ze Ning's pulse, and unexpectedly found that Ze Ning still had a faint breath, stretched out his hand to check the pulse, and found that Ze Ning's pulse was abnormal, and there seemed to be a fire in his body, Hua Chunxian was dumbfounded, and said in his heart: "The person who suffers this punishment must definitely die, but... But..."Looking at Ze Ning, he thought again: "It's good to live, save your life!"

As he spoke, he pushed the mana of the Soul Restoration Pill Sutra into Ze Ning's body...

Hua Chunxian checked the pulse of Yuehua again, shook his head, and sighed for a while, his face overflowing with regret...

As soon as he returned to the Heavenly Realm, Hua Chunxian went to the main hall to reinstate his life: "Emperor of Heaven!"

When the Emperor of Heaven looked at Hua Chunxian, he didn't speak, his eyes were lowered, and he was still looking at the folds in his hand...

"Emperor of Heaven, the little immortal found Ze Ning's figure in a barren mountain in the world!" Hua Chunxian arched

"How?" the Emperor asked

"Xiao Xian took the Soul Rejuvenation Pill for him, but his injuries are serious, and it will take some time to recover!" Hua Chun Immortal said

"En!" The Heavenly Emperor hummed a word from his nasal cavity, looked at Hua Chunxian and said, "Hua Chun, you must have diagnosed Ze Ning's pulse!"

Hua Chunxian arched his hand and said, "Yes!"

The Emperor of Heaven looked at Hua Chun and raised the decibel level and said it as it was: "Hua Chunxian, you must have diagnosed Ze Ning's pulse!"

Hua Chunxian understood what the Emperor of Heaven meant this time, and arched his hand: "Ah... After Ze Ning was sent to the Torture Edict, Xiao Xian never saw him again!"

The Emperor of Heaven said: "Hua Chun, you are also an old minister, you are old, and your ears are not bright!"

Hua Chunxian arched her hand and smiled awkwardly...

The Emperor waved his hand and motioned for Hua Chunxian to retreat, Shang Zheng said to Hua Chun, let him take a few more steps on the blade, these few steps, every step may be killed...

"Your Majesty!" As soon as Shang Zheng heard Hua Chunxian's words, he intended to bring Ze Ning back to the Heavenly Realm

"I know what you mean in your heart, there is no need, if he returns to the heavenly realm, the queen of heaven will definitely try his best, next time, he will not be in danger this time!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Shang Zheng said

A gust of wind passed, and the weeds on the barren mountains were rustled...

Ze Ning's blood-stained fingers suddenly moved, and the moon painting on one side was covered with scars, lying on Ze Ning's arm...

As soon as Ze Ning opened his eyes, although the sunlight was shining through the leaves, it was still dazzling, and there was a sharp pain all over his body, and he was about to pull up his arm, and when he turned his head, his eyes were full of scarred moon paintings.

"Moon Painting!" Ze Ning's voice was weak, and he sat up with difficulty, helping Moon Painting up and leaning on himself

The blood-stained hand rested on the pulse of the moon painting, and he could no longer feel the pulse, and there was no pulse...

Ze Ning frowned, and as a doctor, his eyes revealed panic...

Although he was already scarred, he still gritted his teeth when he looked at the moon painting, picked up the moon painting in one go, and stumbled aimlessly...

Finally, I don't know how long I walked, I only knew that I was in a trance, dizzy, and vaguely saw a ruined temple.

This temple can not be broken again, the temple door is almost a big hole, the glass on the window is broken, open the temple door, there is a thick layer of spider web in front of you, look at the ground, the ash has covered your feet, the wall is covered with green moss, and then look at the Buddha statue in the temple, the Buddha statue is wearing a dirty robe with several big holes, the fingers of the Buddha statue have also fallen several times, the top of the temple is also broken, if it rains heavily in the sky, it is also raining lightly in the temple.

As soon as he entered the broken temple, Ze Ning was physically exhausted and fell to his knees, but the moon painting in his arms was still firmly held...

"Soul Gathering Bag, Soul Gathering Bag..."Ze Ning put down the moon painting, kept muttering in his mouth, and his hands were also looking for it everywhere in the placket

Finally found a brocade bag in the heart of the hidden bag, this brocade bag is slightly different from the usual close-fitting brocade bag, the brocade bag is slightly larger, and the solid color is not decorated with any embroidery or pattern.

Ze Ning opened the mouth of the brocade bag and threw the brocade bag into the air, and the brocade bag was surrounded by a ball of mana, glowing with a faint light, which became brighter and brighter, and illuminated the whole person of the moon painting.

Ning Yin had just woken up, his body was weak, and he had to consume mana, and his physical strength was obviously exhausted, and the fine sweat on his head oozed out...

I saw that the soul of the whole person of the moon painting was sucked into the soul gathering bag piecemeal, so Ning Yi collected the soul gathering bag, tied the mouth tightly on the top side of the moon painting's head, and used his mana to warm up at a fixed time every day...

Because the soul of the moon painting was shattered, the daily warmth really consumed mana and lost cultivation, but Ze Ning never gave up, and finally more than half a month later, the soul of the moon painting has been warmed as before, and the soul has returned to the body, but the moon painting is still weak and weak.

Zening will spare some time every day to repair the broken temple, for fear that one day it will rain heavily outside, and it will rain lightly in the temple.

"Water..."

"Water..."

“......”

I don't know how many days later, this faint voice came into Ze Ning's ears, and Ze Ning put down the busy things in his hand and looked at the moon painting.

"Water...", Moon Painting said another faint voice

Once again, after confirming that this sound was made by the moon painting, Ze Ning hurriedly looked for water on the ground.

This water is also found in the barren mountains and rivers, although it is not as clear as the heavenly realm, but it is also considered clear...

Ze Ning picked up the moon painting, and the moon painting drank it all, because he was too anxious, he choked "cough..."

"Drink slowly, drink slowly!" Ze Ning said

"How do you feel?" Ze Ning looked at the moon painting and asked, these days, Ze Ning also wiped the blood stains on the moon painting's body, but... A scar on his face could no longer be wiped clean.

The face that was as colored as the morning glow and the snow without powder before is now a big scar that cannot be erased, and it will be carried with this wound for the rest of his life.

"Where are we?" asked the Moon Painting

"The world!" Ze Ning said as he looked at the weak and weak moon painting...