When Jiang Rin followed him to the destination, he found that this was actually a banquet in the fairy world, with mountains and flowing water, and the fairy mist was shrouded, like hazy gauze brushing over his face.

Many immortals passed in front of Jiang Rin and saluted him kindly and respectfully.

His status is indeed the higher of them, his position is almost at the top, overlooking the small immortals below, and above him, there is only the Heavenly Emperor who is in charge of the overall situation.

And the person who talked to him just now was a little lower than him, but he got along with the people around him very well, and he seemed to be very popular.

This conference is nothing else, the Emperor of Heaven intends to mobilize all the immortal friends to be vigilant against the demon realm that has repeatedly stepped into the fairy world recently, the memories are long and boring, Jiang Rin drank a cup of agar syrup and jade liquid, the taste is clear, and it is very suitable for the faint taste of the immortal Bigu in the book, it is indeed wonderful.

This kind of surreal story, he has never experienced, is a little constrained.

After a conference, he almost figured out his identity.

The Supreme Immortal Venerable, a descendant of the first god who opened the heavens and the earth, is now only the Emperor of Heaven, living in seclusion in the mountains and seas, with little contact with the outside world, and basically does not go out.

The only friend, that is, the Nebula Jun who was in charge of Xingchen Province who talked to him early in the morning.

Xingyunjun obviously didn't expect that his always cold and arrogant personality would come to participate in such a boring conference, and after coming and going, he could only think of the little tree spirit girl who followed him.

He didn't expect that little girl to be able to influence his actions, not to be underestimated.

"I'll go back and see her." Jiang Rin preliminarily concluded that the little tree spirit was Lan Qing.

"But speaking of which, it seems that the world has reached autumn, and since that little girl is a ginkgo tree, it should also turn yellow, right?" Nebula-kun joked.

Jiang Rin frowned, "Ginkgo biloba ......"

Xingyun Jun was stunned, he always felt that today's Immortal Venerable was strange, "Don't tell me that you forgot what her true body is, you also know that tree spirits, flower essences, these plants and trees are difficult to cultivate, and it is rare to see a thousand-year-old tree spirit, which is really commendable." ”

"Of course I remember." Some fragments flashed through Jiang Rin's mind.

He may have experienced it, but the memory of this piece is longer and longer than he imagined, so long that he can't remember it.

He remembered the dream of the previous world, which was also the ginkgo tree, and he stood under the ginkgo tree, waiting for Lan Qing behind him.

Originally...... Is that her real body?

Listening to Xingyunjun's description, Lan Qing in this world is like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, has a little temper, and is well-behaved and very cute.

Such a lanqin is a bit unfamiliar to Jiang Rin.

Neither hatred nor love, just like a normal first sight.

I'm looking forward to it.

After bidding farewell to Xingyun Jun, I probably heard the place where Haishan was located, which was a place where heaven and earth were at the junction of heaven and earth, and where Zhong Lingyu was beautiful, there were often all kinds of mountain spirits and ghosts cultivating here, and Jiang Rin, who was in the main position, rarely interfered, and he was grateful to him by encircling a group of spirits, and often gave some gifts.

Lan Qing is one of the spirits who cultivate.

The only difference is that Jiang Rin has known her almost since she was born with a sense of autonomy, and Lan Qing has been with him since she was a child, almost becoming a part of his life.

Jiang Rin returned to his deserted dormitory, and heard the crisp sound of the bell in his ears, jingle bell-

The long curtain danced gracefully in the wind, and he caught a glimpse of the woman's petite figure, which was slowly running towards him, and the bell became more and more crisp, echoing in his ears.

…… Finally, it's time to meet.