The twelve halls of Bixia Palace stand in the Huifeng Lang Garden, beautiful, difficult to describe, look at it from afar, only to see that there are clouds steaming and misty, the fairy spirit is ethereal, the tile of the palace is faintly engraved with the inscription pattern of the word "cloud", although the surrounding clouds and mist are shrouded, it is difficult to hide its shining glow.

Ziyou was in that cloud of energy, and then suspended in the void. Wherever Pingyi went, the clouds drifted with him.

She looked around curiously through countless small droplets, her eyes wide open, and she looked around curiously.

Sure enough, it is the Nine Heavens Fairyland, and the earthly scenery is simply like clouds, here Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, quiet and clear, without a trace of dusty atmosphere.

"This is Chaohuapu," Ping Yi casually pointed to the large area of exotic flowers and plants next to him, "The Lingzhi fairy grass in it was planted by me." ”

"Wow, that's so much!" She couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and looked at them one by one, but none of them were recognized, "Can you live forever by eating these?" ”

"Some can increase longevity after taking them, while others can only cure diseases." Ping Yi said as he walked over the winding jade path, glanced at her sideways, and said softly, "The most important thing now is to treat your injuries first, and the others are secondary." ”

She followed him all the way forward, passing the pontoon bridge in the clouds, and then turning a waterfall that flowed straight down, only to see the clouds and fog not far away, purple gas, faintly auspicious light flickering, and a cluster of snow-white clouds continued to bubble out from below, slowly rising into the sky with the wind.

"This is the Phantom Cloud Pool," Ping Yi stopped under a Thousand Nights pear on the shore and glanced at the pool, "You just have to lie in it, and your body will recover in less than half an hour." ”

"Phantom Cloud Pool? This is the legendary source of all clouds? She blinked, staring down in amazement, only to see that the clouds in the pool were pervasive, surging like the sea, through the gap in the clouds, you could see the sparkling waves at the bottom of the pool, at a glance, the water was as if there was nothing, unfathomable, it was really a little shocking.

"Not bad." He smiled and nodded, "I still have some insight." ”

However, staring at the cloud pool in a daze, there was a faint fear in her heart.

"Don't be afraid." As if he had insight into her thoughts, he comforted her in a warm voice, "The Phantom Cloud Pool is indeed terrifying for immortals who are not familiar with water, but for you fish, it is a paradise of bliss. ”

"Really?" She blinked, still slightly hesitant, her gaze flickering.

"Don't worry, isn't there still me?" Ping Yi smiled slightly, held the cloud with her hand, and with a slight flip of her palm, she sank into the cloud pool with the cloud.

She let out a low sigh, her body sinking up and down in the phantom waves, at first cautious, not daring to move without permission, but gradually she felt the pain in her body lessen a minute, and the wound miraculously began to heal. It didn't take long for his body to become much lighter and more agile, and his body was extremely comfortable, fluttering as if flying in the clouds.

The thousand night pears on the shore are projected in the pool, the snow-white flowers of the tree are reflected in the ethereal and clear water waves, each pear blossom on the tree will bloom for a thousand nights, and when the time comes, it will fall with the wind, never looking back, and the new flowers have long been budding, quietly replacing the fragrance of the former, so the cycle is replaced, and the flowers are not broken.

Everywhere the breeze passed, the flowers fluttered like rain, swirling in the air, falling into the clouds and shadows, sticking to her lips affectionately, and she smelled a sweet fragrance, just like his lingering breath.

She saw that his face was reflected on the waves, his eyebrows were handsome, warm as jade, and his eyes were as bright and clear as the moon, but there was a certain unspeakable loneliness. She was bathed in the soft moonlight, in a trance, and her heart was drunk......

Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't see where she was going. In a trance, as if hearing the call of her parents, she intently discerned the direction from which the voice came from, and followed the sound to find it.

It was as if she had been swimming for a long time, and she finally saw a little light—red, green, blue, gold, purple...... Colorful and fluorescent, like a brilliant sea of lights.

It was her dead kindred, and among them were her parents. She swam swiftly towards them, wanting to join the drifters and be with them forever.

But she swam a long, long way, but they were still far, far away from her, and she could only hear the earnest entrustment of her parents, and the voice was ethereal, but thrilling—

Break the fetters of fate and strive for maximum freedom......

She repeated the words in her heart, but she insisted on swimming towards them, refusing to turn back.

I don't know how long she slumbered, but she woke up from her dream. Those warm eyes were staring silently above.

She saw herself in those eyes as deep as the sea—a purple firework, small, burning silently.

She swam back and forth in the pool a few times, and found that her body was as flexible as ever, and her wounds had long since healed, and she couldn't help but rejoice.

"Do you feel better?" Ping Yi smiled slightly, raised his hand and sprinkled some bean-sized Cabernet Sauvignon into it, "Eat something, I don't know if it's to your taste?" ”

As the bright red pearls fell into the pool, she smelled a fragrance spreading around her, and a feeling of hunger rose in her stomach.

She hurriedly swallowed a few Cabernet Sauvignon to satisfy her hunger, only to feel sweet and sour, and extremely mellow.

"Thank you for saving me." After a full meal, she quickly regained her strength, and she suddenly remembered that she had not thanked him yet, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"I don't know your name yet, do you have a name?" He leaned on the edge of the pool, his posture leisurely, and with a slight flick of his sleeves, he brushed away a drifting cloud.

"Yes, my name is Ziyou." As she spoke, she jumped up from the pool of phantom clouds and wrote her name in the void with the fins on her chest, the faint purple handwriting flickering before disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Ping Yi smiled and nodded, with a thoughtful expression.

Maybe it's suspicion of her true origins?

She hesitated for a moment, and in order to clarify herself, she finally decided to tell him the reason why she jumped into Tianhe.

Yun Shen listened quietly, although his face was as indifferent as water, his eyes were as bright as stars.

As a god born with the blood of the gods, he is often attracted to these little mortal beings, who are ordinary and weak, but they are tenacious and persistent, unwilling to submit to the arrangements of the heavens, even if they pay a tragic price, they have to contend with fate. Perhaps, this is what makes him so respectful of those ordinary beings?

In fact, with his own cultivation of more than 100,000 years, he had already seen that she was refreshed and pure, and her spirit platform was clear, and she was not a demon at all, and she didn't need to explain anything to him.

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I, I will repay you......" I couldn't guess what he was thinking, and under his moonlit gaze, she felt slightly inferior and uneasy.

When Ping Yi heard her words, he couldn't help but smile, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, raised his eyes and said, "How do you want to repay me?" ”

"I ...... I ......" She was speechless for a moment, and lowered her head in shame.

He is the king of the clouds, the cloud god high in the heavenly realm, with a prominent identity and a respected status, he can live with heaven and earth, shine with the sun and the moon, and between the pitches, he can cover Kyushu and Ze by the four seas. Her so-called repayment, to him, is as light as a feather, and the smallest is as small as a mustard.

After a while, she still raised her head and said without hesitation: "I am willing to do anything for you." ”

At that moment, she never imagined that it was this promise that was as firm as iron that suddenly caused a ripple in his heart, which was as calm as water.