Ruoli sat on the edge of the flower bed with his knees bent, resting his head lightly between his knees, looking at the cracked pit with his eyes unblinking, his mind constantly echoing what the Buddha had just said, and sighed deeply.

There is only one flower in the world......

It's a shame to have such a beautiful flower. If you are thinking about it, this is the only flower, so the emperor treats it differently, even if it is no longer alive, do you want to seal it?

Remembering the look of the emperor when she entered the painting that day, her eyes looked deeply at Jing Sandalwood, which Ruoli had never seen before, and all the loneliness in a moment was in her eyes.

I never thought that the emperor was such a lover of flowers.

"Emperor Zeyan likes Jing Sandalwood very much. Ruoli looked at the glow in the sea of clouds, his eyes were soft, and he muttered.

"The Buddha Spirit and Jingtan used to be there, and they got along day and night, through thick and thin. The Buddha pointed to the two pits beside Ruoli and said.

Buddha Spirit ......

I heard that Emperor Zeyan's divine flower is a holy Buddha spirit tea, although she has not seen it with her own eyes, but she feels so beautiful when she hears the name, now that she thinks about it, it is no wonder that the emperor always has a faint fragrance of tea.

Ruoli turned around, looked at the Buddha suspiciously, and asked, "Is the Buddha Spirit Emperor Zeyan?"

The Buddha nodded, and then said, "Well, he was originally a Buddha spirit tea that opened in front of the hall, and like Jingtan, there is only one in the world. ”

Ruoli heard his heart beat a little, a little sour. It turned out that this was the reason, but she didn't expect the emperor and Jing Tanhua to have such a past, she knew that flowers could be cultivated into flower spirits, and they were conscious existences, not to mention that in places like the Western Heavenly Brahma Realm, there was the purification of Sanskrit sound every day, and it was not a problem to cultivate flower spirits. If the emperor can achieve positive results, what about Jing Tan, why did he lose his life......

I don't know why, she didn't even have the heart to ask any more, her heart was mixed, the emperor treated Jingtan flowers differently, was the Jingtan Palace where she lived prepared by the emperor for Jingtan?

I guess that's what it is......

Even under the Sanskrit sound, Ruoli's heart still can't be calm, and the feelings that are about to break through the ground continue to flow in her heart, but they can't be said to make her breathe.

What's the use of clinging to those nothingness, now that she has returned to the West, I'm afraid she will never see him again, but the doubts in her heart have been bothering her and have been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"Have I met Emperor Zeyan before?" said that the Buddha knew everything and would definitely be able to solve the confusion in her heart.

The Buddha's eyes full of wisdom looked at Ruoli, and his voice came ethereally, "All laws are born by fate. ”

After finishing speaking, Ruoli Zhousheng's scene suddenly changed, the light of the Buddha was sprinkled, shining on the two earth pits, two white flowers snuggled up to each other in front of her, suddenly a gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing up a slightly tall flower, Ruoli wanted to reach out to catch it, but was taken away by the gust of wind.

"Buddha Spirit—"

Ruoli's eyes widened, looking at the familiar environment around him, the spacious bed, the flickering night pearl, the pale blue curtains, and the elegant screen.

How could she be in the Jingtan Palace, and all the injuries on her body had healed, she only remembered that before she fainted, she was surrounded by heavenly beasts, and a roar of anger washed away her already scattered divine consciousness, and she didn't know what happened after that.

Could it be that seeing the Buddha just now was just a dream?

Suddenly, a white shadow jumped in, and Ruoli took it in her arms, and the warm and fluffy Fuqi in her arms pulled her thoughts back.

It turns out that she is not dead......

It must have been the master who saved her, and she knew that the master would not ignore her, so was he not angry?

I'd love to see him now......

Ruoli hurriedly put on his shoes, hugged Fuqi, and ran out of the hall.

It was late at night, and a thin cloud obscured the moon's brilliance, and the shadows were hazy.

The Jingtan Hall where she lives is in the West Hall, and the Zeyan Hall is in the East Hall, the two halls are far apart, if you can't wait to see him, pinch the trick to fly against the wind, and she looked at her feet in surprise at the moment of stepping.

How could it be......

She knew the speed of the wind best in her heart, how could it suddenly become so fast, and effortlessly, what the hell was going on?

Could it be that it is the result of cultivation in that forest, although it has paid a lot, but this is also too amazing!

Landing in front of the Zeyan Palace, if he was about to advance or retreat, after a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the door, "Master-"

After a while, no one opened the door, and Ruoli knocked a little harder, but no one answered.

Mustered up the courage, Ruoli gently pushed open the door, the night pearl on the wall was shining, the hall was simple and simple, at first glance it was a man's room, the clouds on the bed were neatly stacked, but there was no figure of Zeyan.

In the garden of Qingchen Palace, the thunder tree that goes straight into the sky stands quietly in the night, the branches are smooth and sleek, as thick as a gazebo, and on the branches that have not entered the clouds, a white slender figure leans on it, and the osmanthus in his hand is full of mellow fragrance.

Ze Yan propped up one leg, put his hand on his knee, looked at the wine bottle in his hand with indifferent eyes, and turned it at will, his ear power was excellent, even if Lei Yinshu entered the clouds, he could still hear Ruoli calling him, he could have returned to the room to open the door for her, but he didn't do it.

Raised the wine bottle in his hand and drank it all, but the Lingtai became more and more clear, the wine bottle in his hand disappeared suddenly, and he flew up with a long sword in his hand.

Floating next to the thunder sound tree, waving the long sword, the thick thunder sound tree like a pavilion was cut off by him alive, and the thunder that was originally constricted due to Zeyan's proximity broke out instantly, and lightning pierced the calm night, and a thunderclap resounded through the heavens and the earth, surging wildly, as if to tear this piece of heaven and earth apart.

After closing the door of Zeyan Palace, Ruoli was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly heard thunder roaring in the garden, looked up and saw that there was lightning flashing, and hurriedly flew away.

When she arrived at the garden, her eyes were shocked to look at the Lei Yin Tree not far away, and Ze Yan who flew down.

I saw Ze Yan flying in a white robe, thunder and lightning behind him, and his momentum was amazing, fluttering in the rolling thunder, but he ignored her.

"Master!", Ruoli hurriedly stopped him, are you still angry, what are you angry about?

Zeyan didn't look back, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Ruoli was stunned, and after opening his lips, he thought about a lot of words in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak at this moment, and when Zeyan raised his steps to leave.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me. ”

"Hmm. ”

Ay......

Ruoli sat in the gazebo in a decadent manner, lying on the white jade railing, looking at the sparkling pond, the moonlight was clear, more dewy, and Fu Qi in his arms did not know when he fell asleep, Ruoli took off his cloak and spread it on the bench, and put it on it, now it has grown a lot, and it is too tired to hold.

Ay...... What's wrong with her, but is it because the master is indifferent to her, is her mood so low?

He ignores it, it's even more changeable than the magic cloud magic elephant! Sure enough, he's old, iceberg!

In the dormitory, Ze Yan's hand that was taking off his robe paused, frowned, and listened to the incessant abuse in the garden, and his hand unconsciously touched his cheek.

After scolding, Ruoli felt much more comfortable, hugged Fu Qi and hurriedly went back to the room, the weather was getting colder and colder, and he had to find Lan Hanzhu as soon as possible.

In the dead of night, the starry sky under the dark curtain was deep, occasionally a few cicadas whispered, and a ghostly black shadow crossed the edge of the divine realm.

The cold winter is coming, and the wind in the early morning is also mixed with a little dampness and cold, for other immortals, it is simply a change that can be ignored, but for Ruoli, it is really a little cold.

The library was too big, she couldn't find any records about Lan Hanzhu at all, if she finished reading those books, it was estimated that the cold winter had passed, and she had frozen to death.

In addition to the emperor among the immortals she knew, it was the most learned Yuqing Palace Yuqing Zhenjun, and her mother goddess invited him to teach Ruoli, and finally he begged the mother god to let him go of an old bone.

Ruoli remembered that he just ordered his beard, shaved his hair, and burned a big hole in his robe, causing his chrysanthemum bottoms to be displayed in plain sight, and that's all.

What he said back then was indeed an exaggeration, saying that if he was talented and intelligent, he was afraid of delays, so he didn't wait for Zhishui God to agree, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Since then, he hasn't spoken to Ruoli again, and even when he sees her, he has to take a detour.

If you think about it, the Jade Halal King seems to be addicted to alcohol, and he may be able to dig out the answer with two jars of good wine.

Thinking of this, she clapped her hands and made up her mind.

From a distance, I saw Ze Yan playing chess by himself in the pavilion, like a white jade's slender fingers lightly holding the chess pieces, his expression was faint, and he was floating in the dust.

"Master, do you have any wine?" At this time, she can only come to the master, otherwise where will she go to find good wine, the ordinary wine that the old man Yuqing must not look down on, she has seen the master drink, the fragrance of the wine is overflowing, and she knows that it is good wine when she smells it.

A chess piece fell, Ze Yan didn't look up, and said coldly, "Yes." ”

In the blink of an eye, the two jars of wine fell on the steps of the pavilion, automatically ignoring his indifference, and ran out of the palace if he picked up the jar.

Ze Yan raised his eyes to look at the direction in which she disappeared, and then lowered his eyes and continued to play chess.

Ruoli, who was only thinking about running in the direction of Yuqing Palace, didn't see that there was also a person in front of her who also didn't look at the road carefully.

Who is it!

Ruoli frowned, tightened the wine jar in her arms, sat up and looked up at the man standing in front of her, with a jade crown and a cyan brocade robe, a bronze complexion, a majestic figure, and a long and handsome man.

When he saw Ruoli clearly, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too reckless." "His voice is nice, slightly magnetic.

Ruoli stood up without appreciation, held the wine jar with one hand, patted the dust on his body, pouted his lips and said, "Forget it, fortunately, the wine jar was not broken." ”

After speaking, he stopped looking at him and flew in the direction of Yuqing Palace.

Behind her, the brocade-robed man raised his sword eyebrows slightly, looked at her meaningfully, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.