From that moment on, Cang Yu became the person Qing Ci cared about the most after the wind annihilation. If you really want to say what this pair of seemingly invincible men and women are in Qing Ci's mind, in fact, Qing Ci himself can't say clearly.

For a long time, Qing Ci only knew that there would never be a woman in the world who was as worthy of his affection as Feng Yan, no matter what the meaning of this relationship represented.

Of course, he did the same with delirium.

Since he had decided to teach Qing Ci well, then Cang Delirium naturally wanted to choose the fastest and most effective way to make up for the gap he had in the past nearly seven hundred years, he unlocked the seal of the immortal root that suppressed him in Qing Ci's body, and after teaching him the best method of consolidating the foundation and regulating breathing, he decided to take him to the Hongmeng Relic Realm.

The Hongmeng Relic Realm itself is not a secret, but not everyone knows that there is such a treasure as the Twelve Hour Mirror in the Relic Realm, and there are even fewer people who can use the Twelve Hour Mirror to go back to the distant past and return safely.

Of course, this small number does not include delusion and oblivion.

However, Qing Ci didn't know these things at that time, he just obediently followed Cang Delirium and Feng Annihilation to the Hongmeng Relic Realm, and then used their power to use the Twelve Hour Mirror to return to the past together, found a place with abundant spiritual energy, settled down, and began his diligent cultivation path.

In the past world, Qing Ci not only quickly made up for his nearly 700 years of blank under the guidance of Cang Delirium, but also grew at a very amazing speed, and even Cang Delirium sometimes couldn't help but sigh to Feng Yan in private, they had picked up a treasure.

As for Qing Ci, although he can also feel that he is constantly getting stronger, but the opposite of him day and night is a powerful existence like Feng Annihilation and Cang Delirium, which are difficult to have opponents in the Three Realms, so he always has a feeling that he is still too weak to be alone, he regards Cang Delirium as the goal of his efforts, and his heart is faintly looking forward to the day when he can stand by his side and become his help, rather than a drag that needs to be protected.

Except for the dissatisfaction that he always felt that he was not strong enough, Qing Ci was extremely satisfied with his life during that time, although he called Cang Delirium and Feng Yan as his brothers and sisters, but they had already surpassed the existence of his brothers and sisters in his heart, they were the people he cared about the most in this world besides his mother.

Originally, Qing Ci thought that he was finally willing to come to the end of his hardships, and from then on he would be able to live happily with his brother Ah Nian and Sister Feng Yan like a family of three, even the insults he had received in the Qinglong clan when he was a child and the hatred of his father had been slowly left behind by him.

It's a pity that fate didn't give him this opportunity, but slapped him in the face and woke up his dream completely.

There is no precursor to the cause of the matter, although the three of them have spent most of their time in the past, but only Qing Ci himself has really stayed in the past world, after all, there is still a very important burden on the shoulders of Delirium and Wind Annihilation, and from time to time they still have to return to the present world through mana.

One day, Feng Yan returned to Luohe Palace as usual, and before she stepped into the door of her Liuli Warm Pavilion, she was keenly aware that there were people in the house.

When I walked in, I saw that it was an uninvited girl with frost-dyed clothes.

I saw Frost Dye Yi sitting in front of the Yaoqin, which she hadn't played for a long time, but her eyes were quite focused on looking at the sheet music in her hand.

"You girl, when did you become interested in piano scores?" Feng Yan asked lightly as he walked towards her.

Frost-dyed clothes were startled by this sudden voice, and almost threw the score on the ground, "Wow, sister, I haven't seen you for two months, why is your mana refined again?

"I haven't seen you for two months?" Feng Yan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly remembered that he had spent more than a hundred years in the world brought back by the Twelve Hour Mirror, and the time in this world was just the time they spent traveling to and from the Hongmeng Relic Realm.

Frost-dyed clothes naturally didn't know what Feng Yan had been busy with these days, and seeing that Feng Yan was stunned by this, she was also puzzled in her heart, so she quickly counted with her fingers, and then said very seriously: "That's right, including today, it's exactly two months." ”

"Well, if you're right, that's right. Feng Yan didn't explain much, just casually reached out and beckoned a chair and sat down beside the frost-dyed clothes.

Frost-dyed clothes watched Feng Yan return to his previous breezy expression, and secretly scolded the woman for a strange reaction, and then quickly revealed the matter, and took the piano sheet in his hand and leaned over to the woman, "Sister, did you compose this song?"

Feng Yan shook his head, "This is what Zhixia left back then." ”

"It turned out to be left by Sister Zhixia! I just said, how can you compose such a mournful tune, I thought there was something wrong between you and King Shura. Frost-dyed clothes said abruptly.

Feng Yan was slightly stunned when he heard this, "What? can you actually see that there is a sense of sorrow in this score?"

"Of course, although I don't play the piano well, I still have at least a level of appreciation. Frost-dyed clothes said proudly.

"Oh?" Feng Yan was a little surprised, "Then you can tell me, what exactly does this song want to express?"

"Hmm......" Frost-dyed clothes tilted their heads, and replied after thinking about it very seriously: "It feels like a kind of helplessness that I obviously want to keep, but I have to give up." ”

"The helpless ...... that had to give up" Feng Yan muttered a sentence, but the picture of Zhixia playing this song unconsciously appeared in his mind.

At that time, Feng Yan had never been affectionate to anything, even if she was close to Zhixia and Frost-dyed clothes, it was far from being able to put herself in each other's shoes at anything, so at that time, she couldn't fully understand what Zhixia's inexplicable look between her eyebrows was when she played this song.

Now that I think about it, Zhixia seems to be shrouded in an invisible aura all over her body back then, just like the frost-dyed clothes said, it is a kind of helplessness that obviously wants to keep it, but has to give it up.

"Speaking of which, Sister Zhixia has been gone for more than 20,000 years, but I have secretly traced her life, although she has experienced the reincarnation of one life after another, but overall she is still doing well. There's one thing you don't know, sister, Sister Zhixia's descendants in the human world are in a class of their own, and their ethnic group seems to be called ...... That's right, it's called 'painting family'. Frost-dyed clothes were completely unaware of the wind annihilation's distraction, and said as if offering treasure the news that he had discovered by using the priesthood.

"Painting family?" Feng Yan's attention was attracted by these two words, although she occasionally saw Zhixia's descendants soar into immortals for more than 20,000 years, she didn't know that her descendants were still a family of their own.

Feng Yan immediately smiled with emotion, "It's very appropriate for her, back then, above these nine heavens, if you talk about the art of Danqing, no one can beat it." ”

"Yes, yes, but Sister Zhixia left so suddenly, I didn't even ask her for a piece of ink treasure as a souvenir, it's really a pity!" said Frost Dye Yi with a look of annoyance.

"Mobao, I have one here. Speaking of Zhixia's paintings, Feng Yan immediately remembered the so-called guard map that Zhixia made by jokingly using her hair to lift the pen.

"Really, can my sister take it out for my sister to see?!" Frost-dyed clothes' eyes immediately glowed.

Feng Yan smiled slightly, "What's wrong with this, you can come to the study with me." ”

With that, Feng Yan stood up and walked towards her study.

Frost-dyed clothes hurriedly followed behind the woman, thinking very shamelessly in her heart, whether she should stalk for a while, and see if she could give her the painting with the wind, after all, this is a unique product in the world.

After entering the study, Feng Yan stopped at the edge of a bookcase, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the place where the scroll was stored in his memory, but when he looked closely, he found that the location was empty.

"What's going on?" Feng Yan was slightly stunned and stunned.

"What's wrong?" Frost-dyed clothes quickly asked.

Feng Yan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I obviously put that painting of Zhixia here, why is it missing?"

"Isn't it? Are you mistaken, or did the Shura King pick it up and look at it, and then put it somewhere?" reminded Frostdyed Clothes.

Feng Yan shook his head, "Ah Nian never touches my things at will, and even if he does, he will put them back in place." As for me, it's impossible to be mistaken. ”

"That'...... Could it be that there are still others in your glass pavilion who can come and go at will?"

Feng Yan's face became a little serious, and she didn't answer the woman's question, but raised her hand and pinched it.

As a result, it was okay not to pinch her, and when she pinched her brows, she suddenly became more entangled, because she suddenly found that she couldn't even calculate the whereabouts of the painting.

It's not that there is nothing in this world that she can't calculate by pinching her fingers, but if she can't calculate it by pinching her fingers, then the problem may be a bit big, she didn't hesitate too much, and immediately turned around her mana, and a golden nine-square grid loomed under her feet.

Soon, there were some subtle changes in the entire glazed warm pavilion, as if something was surging in all corners, and then turned into wisps of ethereal breath that quickly gathered somewhere in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The aura gathered more and more, and finally rolled into a huge ball of thread, and then saw Feng Yan raise his hand, and flicked the golden light on his fingertips towards the "thread group" in mid-air, and the nine-square grid on the bottom of his feet immediately projected a large piece of light to the place where the "thread group" was, and a light curtain immediately appeared in front of them.