The saint was awakened by a nightmare, she dreamed that she was recognized by Sikong Ancestor, who grabbed her by the throat and stabbed her in the heart with a dagger.

She exclaimed and sat up sharply!

She was born a saint, she received training that was different from ordinary people, and she had already developed a temperament of not being alarmed, but she still made a nightmare so frightened that cold sweat broke out, which shows how terrible the strength of the ancestor left in her heart last night.

Soon, however, the saint found herself in a strange room, where the golden morning light fell through the window lattice, shining on the tables and chairs that exuded a strong quaint atmosphere.

The furnishings of the house are not complicated, but they are all made of high-quality golden silk nanmu, which is rumored to be immortal for thousands of years, so Rao is a style from many years ago, and it still does not look worn.

There was obviously no one in the room, but the saint just had the illusion that she didn't dare to make a mistake.

"Where is this?"

The Holy Maiden murmured.

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock at the door.

Immediately afterwards, a young disciple asked: "Girl, are you awake?" ”

A hint of vigilance appeared in the saint's eyes: "I'm awake." ”

"Then I'll bring the ginseng soup to the girl." The little disciple said that, and waited quietly outside the door for the Holy Maiden's instructions.

The holy woman's eyes flashed, and she put down the curtain and said, "Good." ”

Crunch –

The door was pushed open.

The little disciple walked in with a steaming bowl of ginseng soup, and a tempting aroma filled the room.

The little disciple put the ginseng soup on the table, and said without squinting: "Girl, you drink some ginseng soup first, this soup is made with our bamboo chicken and snow ginseng from the Dark Mountain, it is nourishing, and the taste is good, you can't drink it outside!" ”

The holy woman's hand touched the curtain and was about to open it, but after a pause, she withdrew her hand and asked through the curtain, "You just said...... This is the Stygian Mountain? Where is this Stygian Mountain? ”

"Chaoyang Palace!" The little disciple said.

The pupils of the saint are shrunk!

Chaoyang Palace, the territory of Sikong Ancestor, she came here by mistake?

No, it wasn't by mistake, she vaguely remembered that she was seriously injured by the coercion of Sikong Ancestor, and before she could tell her "life experience", her eyes turned black and fainted-

Why is it that as soon as you wake up, you will be in the Chaoyang Palace?

Listening to the tone of this little disciple, he seemed to be very respectful to himself.

Could it be ...... Sikong Ancestor saw the portrait of the Lanyi Holy Maiden, and had already guessed that she was the descendant of the Lanyi Holy Maiden?

In order to confirm her guess, the holy woman slowly lifted the curtain, looked at the little disciple standing at the table, and said softly, "Who brought me here?" ”

"It's the Ancestor." The little disciple said.

At the mention of Old Ancestor, the little disciple's expression was more respectful than before, and at the same time, a trace of irrepressible doubt appeared on his face.

The saint understood what he was wondering about, the ancestor never allowed outsiders to enter the mountain, but now he brought a girl back, and let people wait for him, up and down here, everyone is afraid that they will be stupid, right?

The Holy Maiden doesn't care if they are stupid or not, as long as the ancestor recognizes herself, it is enough.

The little disciple really didn't lie to her, the taste of this bamboo chicken ginseng soup is extremely delicious, and it has nothing to do with cooking skills, it is the taste of the snow participating in the bamboo chicken itself, and after a few bites, the saint felt that her whole body was warm.

Then she remembered that many bones in her body had been broken, but now there was no trace of pain.

"Who healed my wounds?" She asked the little disciple on the side.

The little disciple thought for a while and said, "It should be the ancestor, right?" We didn't heal the girl. ”

At this time, the Holy Maiden was almost certain that the Ancestor had recognized herself.

I thought I would die, but unexpectedly...... He was born after death.

The holy woman pressed down the corners of her lips that were hooked by pride, drank a few more sips of ginseng soup, and then quietly looked at the little disciple who looked at her nose and nose and heart: "What's your name?" How old is this year? ”

The little disciple replied, "My name is Jinghong, and I am fourteen this year. ”

The saint squeezed out a gentle and harmless tone and said, "Then I will ...... Is it okay to surprise you? ”

The little disciple scratched his head and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

"How long have you been in Hades?" The saint asked.

The little disciple said, "It's been five years. ”

Five years, so he is very familiar with the ancestor.

The holy woman's spoon stirred the ginseng soup in the bowl, and did not continue to inquire about the ancestor, although she did not think that this little disciple would hide herself, but she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, in order not to show the filling, she had to do everything slowly.

The saint doesn't eat meat, Rao is this chicken soup is delicious, after a few more bites, she felt her stomach tumbling, but so as not to let people see the flaws, she was stunned to drink a bowl of chicken soup.

The little disciple was very obedient, and stood quietly on the side, and when she asked, he replied and never took the initiative to ask her.

The saint quipped, "Don't you wonder who I am?" ”

The little disciple scratched his head and laughed.

Curiosity was certain, but they didn't have the courage to inquire about the ancestor.

The saint is more and more sure that she has hugged the right thigh, and with the ancestor supporting her, are you afraid that she will not be able to deal with the "second son" of the "saint girl" and the Sikong family? is now the head of the Sikong family, and when he arrives at the ancestor, he has to obediently call his uncle and grandfather!

The little disciple spoke: "Girl, do you have any other instructions here?" If I don't tell you, I'll go to the kitchen first to see if breakfast is ready? ”

The saint returned to her consciousness and shook her head politely at him: "No, you can go." ”

"Huh!" The little disciple was about to leave with the bowl, and as soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by the holy woman.

The saint asked softly, "Jing Hong, do you know where the ancestor is?" ”

The little disciple turned around and said: "His old man is practicing, if the girl feels that the room is boring, she can go to the garden for a walk, but don't go out of this courtyard, there are many Gu insects in the Stygian Mountain, and the girl does not know martial arts, so I am afraid that the Gu worms will bite." ”

"Thank you." The holy woman bowed her head in an approachable manner, and when the little disciple had gone out, she also stood up and walked around the courtyard.

Naturally, she didn't listen to the little disciple obediently, she didn't wander around twice, and then she walked out of the courtyard as if unintentionally.

The Chaoyang Hall was very large, so she picked a random direction and had the courage to wander around.

This is the ancestor's territory, and she doesn't believe that she has been injured in his territory, and he can not notice it.

She wanted to see how much weight her great-great-granddaughter had in the eyes of her ancestors.

While pondering, the holy maiden walked towards the dangerous Gu Garden, where the lowest Gu worms were raised, but it was also a place full of insects and snakes, she walked in cautiously, and suddenly, a huge poisonous snake flew towards her.

"Ahh

She screamed and fell to the ground.

The imaginary blow did not come, the moment the poisonous snake bit her, it was shaken away by an invisible force, and then, as if feeling a mortal threat, the insects and snakes around fled back to their nests.

The saint slowly pulled away the sleeve that blocked her eyes and looked at the man who had landed in front of her.

It was a burly master, dressed in black, with white hair like snow, and a powerful aura.

But it is precisely because he is so powerful that people dare not look directly at his face.

The saint's gaze went from bottom to top, and when it fell on his tight neckline, she did not dare to go up again.

She looked away and timidly looked at the hillside to the side.

She was like a frightened little girl who couldn't speak, she didn't ask who he was, she didn't thank him, but she shrank back, so that she happened to show her sprained foot from the fall.

Sikong Ye glanced at her high swollen ankles, bent over, and stretched out his arms towards her.

The saint's body trembled in fear.

His hand paused, as if hesitating.

The saint bit her lip and leaned over him.

Sikong Ye hugged her lovingly.

The saint felt his love for herself, and her hanging heart gradually fell back to place, she obediently leaned on the other party's arms, and let the other party carry her back to the Chaoyang Palace.

"What's it called?" Sikong Ye asked.

"Lan, Lanyu." She whispered.

That girl seems to be saying this name, whether it's true or not, use it again!

"Who are you, Ranny?" Sikong Ye asked again.

"Great-grandmother." The saint said.

Sikong Ye paused.

The Holy Maiden blinked, and at this point, she was not worried that the ancestor would doubt herself, so she boldly asked, "You...... Are you my great-grandfather? Before my great-grandmother died, she asked me to come to the underworld to look for you, I ...... I don't know if I've found the right one. ”

Sikong Ye didn't answer her question directly, but said, "What's the matter with the injuries on your body?" ”

The Holy Maiden didn't think he was referring to the injuries he had made out by him last night, she had suffered a lot from fighting with Yan Jiuchao some time ago, and even there were still old injuries that had not healed, and the ancestor must have noticed it when he healed her, so he simply healed her injuries together.

"I was beaten." She whispered.

"Who?" Sikong Ye's body burst out with a strong murderous aura.

The holy woman pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "Holy Maiden." ”

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