During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot.

The light rain was dripping, hitting the red tiles, flowing down the eaves of the Qifeng Palace, and the drizzle was connected into a line.

Qing'er looked at the gray sky, holding a green ball in her hand, and kept stuffing it into her mouth.

My sister and third uncle were discussing some important things, and they couldn't say anything, so they just ran outside to eat.

The air outside was so fresh, and no one would say she ate too much.

Precisely at this time.

"Qing'er, why do you eat all day and night? Eat so much."

A magnetic chuckle came from ahead.

Qing'er pouted and looked at Zhao Wujiang, who was dressed in an inky black shirt, walking over, starry eyebrows, handsome and extraordinary, her pretty face was slightly ruddy, and she snorted and turned her face away.

Zhao Wujiang saw Qing'er's appearance and said with a smile:

"Give me two bites, too."

Qing'er hummed and stuffed the green balls in her hand into her mouth, then spread her hands, her cheeks bulging, and muttered:

"No, I'm done."

Zhao Wujiang smiled dumbly, and pressed Qing'er's little brain melon affectionately with his fingers:

"But your sister must have prepared it for me."

Qingyuanzi, a delicacy of the Qingming Festival, is a delicious glutinous rice beaten into a glutinous cake shape and wrapped in seasonal vegetables and minced meat. br>

Qing'er muttered, directly hugged Zhao Wujiang's waist, and dragged him out, "That's what Sister gave me, you can't eat it."

Zhao Wujiang laughed, dragged Qing'er's small body, and walked slowly into the house.

Wu Santong was talking with Wu Meiniang, and in addition to the folds, there were also a few letterheads.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang dragging Qing'er into the house, Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and chuckled, smiling at Bai Meisheng.

Wu Santong coughed dryly, he heard the conversation between Qing'er and Zhao Wujiang just now.

"Three pigs (uncle), tie (help) me!" Qing'er's cheeks bulged and yelled indistinctly, she hugged Zhao Wujiang's waist tightly, but she couldn't pull it, but was dragged forward by Zhao Wujiang.

Wu Santong rolled his eyes, his old face was full of disgust, thinking how could he have such a stupid little granddaughter.

"Alright, I'm going to sit down." Zhao Wujiang said softly, glancing at Wu Meiniang, with a smile on his face.

Qing'er let go of her hand in frustration and sat directly next to Wu Meiniang, her mouth pursed, and her cheeks kept stirring.

"Senior, mother." Zhao Wujiang sat down and saluted.

"Hmm." Wu Santong hummed lightly, clasped his arms to his chest, and asked Zhao Wujiang like a scrutinizing question:

"What are you doing again? Is there any major event in the Secretary Province and the Monk Book Province these days?"

When Wu Meiniang heard this, her face was ruddy, and her eyes were full of water.

Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice, "I'm going to visit Kunlun."

"Kunlun?" Wu Meiniang and Wu Santong were surprised at the same time.

"What?"

Wu Meiniang pushed the letterhead on the desk to Zhao Wujiang: "Take a look."

Zhao Wujiang spread out the letterhead, his eyes shining.

After a few breaths, he slowly put down the letterhead and sighed, "What a coincidence."

Wu Meiniang bowed: "Kunlun invites the major clans and royal families to go, it is said that the realm of Kunlun is about to open."

"What is this Kunlun realm?" Zhao Wujiang questioned.

"It's comparable to the Zhaoling Dragon Vein." Wu Santong considered the wording and said in a deep voice:

"I heard that there are many heavenly and earthly treasures in it, and ancient wood spirit grass can be seen everywhere, it is a cave heaven blessed land."

"In that case, why does Kunlun need to invite the clan and the royal family? You can't just step into it yourself." Zhao Wujiang took a green ball handed over by Wu Meiniang and ate it in a big gulp.

"Kunlun is located in the northwest of the Tang Dynasty, perennial wind and snow, and the Kunlun realm is even more so, once you step into it, even the Kunlun relics are difficult to distinguish the direction in the snowstorm.

But there is one exception to one kind of person, and that is the person who is blessed with luck.

They're going to have a kind of underworld

will not get lost in the wind and snow."

Wu Santong stroked his beard and spoke eloquently, he took a green ball handed over by Qing'er, with a kind smile on his face.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wu Santong who opened the outer layer of oil paper with a smile, and said puzzledly: "Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster have been able to borrow a lot of the power of heaven and earth, how can they get lost when they step in?"

Wu Santong put aside all the oil paper, and was about to eat it, when a delicate little hand reached over and took away the green balls.

"Thank you, Third Uncle." Qing'er's hands were greasy and said sweetly.

Wu Santong opened his mouth, coughed uncontrollably, shook his head and sighed, and said:

"This is Kunlun Mountain.

You should also know that there are many mysteries in the world, Kunlun was a sacred mountain in ancient times, how could there be no mysteries?

This Kunlun realm, even more so, once you step into this realm, your cultivation will not be restored, and you can't mobilize it at all, not to mention the great grandmaster, even if you step into it even further, you will be lost in the Kunlun realm without luck.

Of course, a land immortal like an immortal powerhouse carries a lot of luck in itself, so naturally he won't get lost in it."

"What is the purpose of entering the Kunlun realm?" Zhao Wujiang asked, but there was a faint guess in his heart.

"There is a divine tree in the realm of Kunlun, and the divine wood contains the power of immortality." Wu Santong's eyes were lowered, and he said slowly:

"Back then, my second brother, that is, Chu'er's grandfather Wu Hua, was approaching.

coincided with the opening of the Kunlun realm, and many juniors in the clan stepped into the Kunlun realm to find the divine tree. But all lost. never came back, and the second brother also died.

It's a pity, not long after, in the Zhaoling Dragon Vein, the strong people in the clan brought back some of the divine fire, and the divine fire also has the effect of longevity, which can prolong life.

But the second brother didn't wait after all."

Wu Meiniang's eyes were gloomy, and she pursed her red lips.

Zhao Wujiang gently held Wu Meiniang's hand a few times.

"Since you are going to Kunlun, you can ask Chu'er to give you the royal token, and you can step into the realm of Kunlun on behalf of the royal family." Wu Santong had a kind face and said in a deep voice:

"But it's best not to step into it, it's too dangerous without stormy luck!

And even if you can pick up the branches of the Divine Tree, there are so many old immortals out there, and you won't be able to bring back the Divine Tree."

Zhao Wujiang said calmly, "Wouldn't it be good if I hid the Divine Tree."

Wu Santong sneered, "It seems that you don't know much about the Kunlun Relic Clan."

He pointed to the bronze mirror in front of the dresser: "The Kunlun relics, who have lived in the Kunlun Mountains since ancient times, are said to be guarding something, of course, how it is, only the people of the Kunlun relics themselves know.

Among the Kunlun relics, there is a treasure, named Kunlun Mirror, the mirror of the mirror, from which you can see the situation of the people in Kunlun.

Even if you pick up a branch of the Divine Tree, you will be seen clearly by everyone, what do you hide?

I can't hide it."

"Thank you, senior, for explaining!" Zhao Wujiang nodded with a smile, and shook his hand with Wu Meiniang a few times, all of which were warm and fragrant.

Wu Santong nodded kindly, and suddenly frowned, realizing that something was wrong, huh? Why didn't Zhao Wujiang hold his fists?

He looked down at Zhao Wujiang's arm and found that Zhao Wujiang had both hands on the table.

He stooped down and leaned his head down.

「pia」。

His old face slapped heavily on a green ball wrapped in oil paper handed over by Qing'er.

"Third uncle." With a sweet smile on his face, he motioned to Wu Santong to help him remove the oil paper again.

Seeing this, Wu Meiniang hurriedly blushed and retracted her hand, her heart pounding.

Wu Santong's spell casting was interrupted, and he looked at Qing'er with a straight face, and said angrily:

"Hold you out!"

Qing'er shrugged her shoulders, lowered her eyebrows, and pouted, aggrieved.

Wu Santong sighed, but still took the green balls and opened the oil paper.

"The third uncle is the best." Qing'er smiled sweetly and hugged Wu Santong's arm.

Wu Santong was just about to be raised

With a smiling face, he saw Qing'er's greasy little hands constantly wiping on his robe, and his old eyes widened:

"Spread your hands!"

(End of chapter)