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After hesitating for a moment, he glanced at Su Yunran quietly, and continued to speak.

"The eldest lady also said that for the rest of her life, she only recognized the master of the palace master, and did not recognize the rest."

Su Yunran: ""

It's a great honor.

It's hell obsessive.

After a pause, Su Yunran waved his hand impatiently, and spoke very casually.

"Needless to say, this matter is needless to say, wait for this palace to find an opportunity to beat up that grumpy lady."

Tidying up the slip in front of him and putting it aside, his slender fingers knocked on the tabletop, and Su Yunran said lightly.

"After a while, the southern border will fall into a turbulent scene, and at that time, there will definitely be some other forces to participate, you don't need to pay attention to it, just watch quietly."

After a pause, Su Yunran spoke again.

"You have to remember that you are the young palace master of Muxu Palace, and there is this palace and the entire Muxu Palace behind you, you don't need to be polite to anyone, and your subordinates are merciful."

"If anyone doesn't have long eyes, you just have to do it, and the others will be borne by this palace."

Nodding, he replied respectfully: "Yes." ”

Under the light of the night pearl, the woman's delicate face was plated with a shallow halo, and her clear eyes seemed to be broken with a little bit of pearl and jade, which was a little brighter than thousands of stars.

The neat slips in front of him were opened one by one, and then sorted out one by one, and the glass lamps in front of him exuded a soft light, with a faint temperature.

Sitting on the side, dealing with some trivial matters, listening to the subtle sound of the tip of the pen on his side walking on the paper, the breath around his body was also a lot calmer.

After a long time, Su Yunran put down the pen, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and looked slightly away, and saw the calm sleeping face of the purple-clothed young man.

Xu was still thinking about something before falling asleep, although his breathing was steady, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Su Yunran slightly hooked the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

Standing up and stretching, Su Yunran leaned over slightly, and cautiously took away the slip in his hand.

Xu was sleeping too lightly, Rao was so slight that he was still awakened before he breathed.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, he was in a trance for a moment, and his face was a little dazed.

"Palace Master?"

Smiling lightly, Su Yunran opened his mouth with a gentle voice.

"You're tired too, go get some rest."

His eyes gradually cleared, and he nodded and responded: "Yes." ”

The figures of the two left the hall one after the other, and the slight footsteps gradually faded away.

The glass lamp on the table was clear as usual, and the soft light flickered, as if it was slowly telling something, and it slowly dimmed.

***

Returning to the floating hall, Su Yunran took a short rest, and opened his eyes in the soft brocade quilt.

After being foggy for a while, he slowly became clear.

Looking at this long-lost familiar bed curtain, Su Yunran's eyes moved, and he slowly sat up.

Hearing the voice, Jiuting, who was waiting in the outer room, approached, picked up the bed curtain and tidied it up.

After washing and dressing, and having a simple breakfast, Su Yunran went to the depths of the floating hall, bypassed the corridor, and a frozen lake appeared in front of him.

After retreating from the Nine Pavilions, Su Yunran stepped lightly on his toes, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, slashing through the sharp sword.

There are some crystal clear elixirs on the ice lake, with bright small flowers, which seem to scatter the light of the stars, and the petals are transparent and pure.

Barefooted, white feet stepped across the lake, the thin and slender figure jumped up, and the sword aura rose everywhere, like a long rainbow through the sun.

Before leaving the school, there was a habit of cultivating in the early morning, and after returning to the palace, this habit continued.

Back in the Eastern Dynasty, because he often went out at night to check on various families and palaces, in the early morning, Su Yunran slept well.

This time I went back to the palace, at this hour, I woke up directly, and I didn't feel sleepy.

For more than a year, the mental method has improved a lot, but there are very few such hearty cultivations.

The sharp sword qi slashed down, and a huge column of water rose from the ground, and the cold ice water exploded from the air and fell one after another.

Su Yunran held the long sword in her hand and stood in the air, and the ice water automatically avoided her side.

The blade of the sword turned, the tip of the sword was picked and stabbed, and in the chaos of light and shadow, Su Yunran's eyebrows and eyes became more and more cold, and there seemed to be deep waves surging between his eyes.

The totem in front of the forehead exudes a pale light, and faintly, you can see a little streamer flowing quietly in it.

Thousands of sword flowers were pulled, the sword aura was fierce, there were dark golden runes on the long sword in his hand quietly swirling, and Su Yunran's delicate face was reflected on the clear sword blade.

With a turn of his waist, the long sword suddenly made a clear sound, Su Yun frowned, turned sideways, and threw the long sword downward.

The long sword entered the water, stirring up bursts of water, and at the moment of splashing, the entire glacial lake was condensed, and the clear ice refracted a dazzling light.

Steadily falling on the ice, sitting cross-legged, Su Yunran's hands were sealed, and the spiritual power around his body soared.

The purple skirt is windless and automatic, and all the bundles of green silk are also chaotic, brushing against the cheeks, bringing a slight itchy touch.

There was a round of formations slowly appearing under him, and the jade-colored formations were constantly staggered and combined, changing the appearance of the formation.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a spiritual power visible to the naked eye slowly flowing in the array, entering Su Yunran's body along the front, and the meridians became more and more transparent, exuding a faint halo.

The elixirs above the ice lake were all bright flowers, and there was rich and pure spiritual power flowing out of the delicate stamens, and slowly, immersed into Su Yunran's body.

The hands turned into a mudra, channeling abundant spiritual power, flowing along the meridians around the body, and the meridians were becoming more and more transparent, faintly, glowing with jade-colored light.

The color of the totem on the forehead is a little richer, faintly, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

The more and more intense spiritual power circulated in the body, and the barrier of the realm in the body was loosened, Su Yunran took a deep breath, his thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and he slowly stretched out.

Until all the wind quieted down, Su Yunran slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out a hand, and slowly unfolded his white palm in front of him.

At that moment, the wind suddenly sounded, and the surrounding ice edges were all shattered, and the clear light sprinkled down, adding a bit of mystery to the totem in front of Su Yunran's forehead.

The icy aura overflowed, and Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes.

There was a trace of inexplicable light flashing in the ink-like eyes, as if there was a great essence flowing in them.

The formation under him slowly dissipated, and the sound of the wind gradually calmed down.

Standing up, moving, and putting away the long sword, Su Yunran left the ice lake.

With Su Yunran's footsteps leaving, the elixirs on the ice lake all grew up a little, and the little flowers trembled, faintly, as if dyed a little faint jade.

After going to the warm pool to bathe and change his clothes, Su Yunran came to the Yimo Palace.

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