How could his past be here?

Didn't the past soar?

Feng Zhentian looked at Luo Qingyin in shock, and his whole person froze as if he had been hit by five thunderbolts.

With trembling hands, he took a scroll from the ring and unfolded it in the wind.

On the portrait, a girl in a long water-red skirt has a slender figure, a charming face, and stands under the pear blossom tree with a smile like a flower, and the pear blossoms around her fall like snow.

She was half-sideways, looking from afar, her eyes shining as if she was looking at someone.

That girl, known as the Queen of Change, had hundreds, if not thousands, of faces.

But he knew that only the face in the portrait was real.

And the face on the portrait is six or seven points similar to Luo Qingyin!

Feng Zhentian couldn't help but think of the scene when he painted this portrait in the past.

That day, she ran over to him in a hurry and made a grimace in front of him: "Ah Mao, don't you want to know which face is really me?" Now I'll tell you, this one is. ”

Feng Zhentian looked at her face and asked, "Why don't you keep your face and change it?" ”

The beautiful girl looked helpless: "My exercises have gone wrong, and the change of face is not under my control, you can look at it, otherwise you won't see it if you become something else." ”

Later, she corrected her exercises and regained her appearance, but she fell in love with the face-changing......

Feng Zhentian looked at Luo Qingyin in a daze, and for a moment, it was as if he was in a dream.

Has the old man returned?

Or did she fail to ascend and be reborn?

Or is it reincarnation?

However, Luo Qingyin obviously did not have her breath on her body.

Feng Zhentian looked at Luo Qingyin steadily.

They had seen each other last time in the Tianhuang Clan, but at that time, Luo Qingyin had just blown up the furnace, and his face was covered with a layer of black charcoal, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all, and his breath was not like her, so he missed it.

It's her?

Not her?

But if it weren't for her, how could it be so similar?

Feng Zhentian stared between his eyebrows, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ling Kun standing behind Zi Yunchen, and suddenly realized something, and jumped down from the roof of the main hall of Baixiao Gate before Zi Yunchen and Luo Qingyin left his sight.

Stopped in front of Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen.

The Tianhuang clan is all sassy bags.

Feng Zhentian is the bag of the bag, he is from head to toe, no matter clothes or accessories, every inch is colorful, and every feather is like the most gorgeous ribbon in the world.

As he jumped in front of Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen, Yu Qian flew behind him, as gorgeous as a peacock with the screen open.

He stared at Luo Qingyin tightly: "Who are you?" ”

The scene was in an uproar.

Someone screamed that there was another beautiful man.

But more people are unbelievable.

Because, no one, including Hu Lao, knows how he came here!

The people of Bai Xiaomen have always been on high alert for someone to smash the field, but even the power of Bai Xiaomen has not sensed any sound about him at all!

Seeing him stop in front of Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen, the guardians of Baixiaomen immediately came out of the crowd and surrounded him.

Feng Zhentian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the coercion around his body swept out silently.

Ling Kun's face changed slightly, and a sinister aura erupted, directly meeting his coercion.

The collision of powerful forces was like a landslide and tsunami, obviously there was no wind, no rain, and no surging of Xuan Qi, but everyone felt that there were countless bright blades coming at their heads.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Jiuxianhu suddenly took a picture of one person and one fan to help everyone block the shock wave.

Everyone was able to stand firmly, and a cold sweat was already breaking out on their backs.

It's scary......

Ling Kun stopped in front of Luo Qingyin, his beautiful face was full of coldness: "Feng Zhentian, with me, you don't want to ruin their wedding." ”

Feng Zhentian ignored him, still staring at Luo Qingyin: "Tell me, are you in the past?" ”

Zi Yunchen sank his face, and was about to speak, Luo Qingyin gently patted the back of his hand, met Feng Zhentian's crazy eyes, and said lightly: "You recognize the wrong person, I don't know the person you are talking about." ”

Feng Zhentian refused to believe it: "Then why are you so similar to her?" ”

Ling Kun's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he flicked his sleeves and dropped the prohibition, not only blocking the sound from outside, but also not letting anyone hear their conversation.

The corners of his lips raised a touch of ridicule, but his eyes were full of sadness: "Feng Zhentian, how long are you going to be stupid?" ”

Feng Zhentian turned his face to look at him, his expression suddenly fell, like a helpless child: "I just want to know where she is......"

Ling Kun said coldly: "She's not here, she's soared." ”

yes, she soared.

He saw it with his own eyes.

On the way to the ascension, he found that he could not leave in style, so he turned back to find her.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it.

Hate Xiaoyao used the immortal artifact left over from ancient times to isolate her breath.

It wasn't until she threw away the immortal weapon when she threw away the immortal weapon and was baptized by the ascension god thunder that he sensed it.

He rushed to her as fast as he could, but he only had time to see her soaring away.

She's gone, and she's gone with Hate.

Ascension is irreversible, and those who go to the heavenly realm can never come back.

There's no way she's still here.

But he wouldn't believe it.

He slept on the beam of the ancestral hall every day, and his divine consciousness spread throughout the world, just to find her breath.

Feng Zhentian covered his face, tears overflowed his phoenix eyes, and he pleaded in a low voice: "If she really soars, my obsession no longer stays in this world, and I will definitely soar too." Ling Kun, you are her spiritual pet, you must know something. ”

Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen looked at each other in astonishment.

There is still such a relationship......

The two looked at Ling Kun in unison, and Ling Kun didn't say anything, just laughed.

It's such a beautiful smile, but it makes people feel that he will cry at any time.

Luo Qingyin was a little confused about the grievances between the two.

Actually, she didn't quite understand it either.

However, they stood in front of her and Zi Yunchen, blocking their way to the door.

The auspicious time is coming, and they will worship the church!

Zi Yunchen seemed to sense her thoughts, shook her hand, and ordered, "Ling Kun, take him away." ”

Ling Kun said softly: "If you want to know the truth, just follow me." ”

Feng Zhentian nodded, took a deep look at Luo Qingyin, and in a flash, he disappeared with Ling Kun.

The ban was removed, and in the curious eyes of everyone, the master of ceremonies wiped the sweat on his forehead, began to recite the congratulations, and after reading the congratulations, he said loudly: "The bride enters the door!" ”

Zi Yunchen led Luo Qingyin into the main hall, and this was the only way to truly step into the gate of Baixiaomen.

Worship heaven and earth.

Two worship high halls.

Gaotang refers to ancestors and elders.

Zi Yunchen's mother has passed away, and his father, the Great Yan God Emperor...... Ziyunchen sent a wedding card in advance, but no one has appeared so far, and there is only one old man in the high hall.

Hu Lao was the master of the two, and the two bowed down without any hesitation.

The moment he leaned over, the aura around him changed suddenly!

Mao Dun Literature