The mountains are majestic, vigorous and majestic, and the water flow is tinkling, delicate and delicate to the ears.

The cold is swept away, and the body is particularly relaxed.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

It seems that since escaping from Tiangong Tower ten years ago, he has often felt empty and weak. During this time, he suffered two colds before and after the Thousand Porcelain Workshop, and he fell ill.

The old man in the porcelain led Nangong to walk away late, and the spiritual power of the mountains and rivers infiltrated his body, and when he came back to his senses, the porcelain had disappeared.

"How are you?" Yan Ge asked.

People even took out "The Medicine King Returns to the Mountain Porcelain" to save him, what else can he say.

He got up from the bed and saluted, "Thank you, Lord Fang, for saving your life." ”

Yan Ge said: "It's okay if you're fine, keep it in peace." ”

Nangong Wan was greatly moved in her heart, "Lord Fang! ”

Yan Ge looked at him in surprise.

Nangong said in the evening: "For the life-saving grace of the newspaper owner, the little one is willing to go to the soup and go to the fire." ”

He explained: "The small one sees that the owner of the workshop is worried, there must be something on his mind, if it is a matter of a thousand porcelain workshops, you might as well say it and listen to the small, and the small one is willing to serve the work of dogs and horses." ”

Yan Ge said: "When this seat saw that you were very sick, I couldn't help but think of Lord Lingzun. ”

He doesn't have a silver armor mask to protect himself, his body will be empty, and his spiritual power will be like flowing water, I don't know what is going on now.

"You have a good rest, and I'll come to see you later." Words and songs.

At this moment, Nangong Wan felt that she and her were separated by a wide river, unable to cross themselves.

At this moment, he finally understood that from beginning to end, there was only Lord Lingzun in her eyes and heart. She raised him for ten years, and she didn't have any other thoughts, just to add him a meal—just like he raised the night.

Then why did she burn her deed paper? Unwilling to let him go?

Yan Ge walked to the inner sanctum, and his heart was stunned.

She was worried about Lingzun, but waves of spies came back, but they didn't bring back useful clues.

Jiang Cheng followed behind Yan Ge and talked about the affairs in the Thousand Porcelain Workshop. After talking about it, he hesitated and asked, "Lord Fang, Lord Nangong, he seems to have the intention to leave." If he insists on this, it is better to let him go. ”

What Jiang Cheng was thinking, Yan Ge knew. He didn't like Nangong Wan to be able to command a thousand troops with just a piece of jade porcelain! This is the most immediate threat to him.

Yan Ge said: "With him to balance you, I feel at ease." ”

There is no trace of tactfulness, and the words and songs are blunt.

Jiang Cheng's face turned blue and white for a while, "My subordinates understand." ”

Jiang Cheng retreated and continued to lead people to find the whereabouts of Lingzun.

Although Tiangonglou has been defeated, it is still an important target for surveillance.

Under the ruins of the Tiangong Tower, in the collapsed hall, a cloud platform like a lotus leaf held up a handsome man.

The man sat cross-legged, chanting mantras in his mouth, black and purple smoke wrapping around his body.

Suddenly, his throat was fishy, clutching his aching chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It took a long time to gasp for breath before he regained his strength.

The porcelain shadow is just a mortal fetus in the flesh, and he was injured by Yan Ge and almost lost his life.

He raged into a furious roar, and the water flew into the sky, and the water turned into sharp blades, and the ruined place was filled with smoke and dust.

"It's useless!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed himself in a low voice.

"It's useless!"

Even in such fields, he still hated the woman!

She was the one who made herself what she is now! She was the one who made him fall short!

He noticed footsteps approaching, straightened his back, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and forced his composure.

"The landlord only regrets that he was too soft-hearted to Yan Ge now?"

Yaoxi's voice echoed in the empty and dilapidated hall.

Porcelain Shadow's eyebrows deepened, and it was difficult to hide her disgust, "It's you?" ”

Yao Xi said: "The Tiangong Tower was broken, and I had this opportunity to get out." Lord Landlord, don't look at me with such condescending eyes, what is the difference between you and my current situation? ”

Porcelain Shadow sneered, "Traitor lackey, delusional to be on an equal footing with the deity, ridiculous. ”

Yaoxi was angry in her heart, but she pressed it and said calmly: "If the landlord still wants to make a comeback, go back to Tiangong Tower, and get rid of the Thousand Porcelain Workshop, just clean your mouth." ”

Seeing that the porcelain shadow was quiet, Yaoxi continued: "I don't know if the adults still remember "Dark Night Porcelain". ”

Porcelain Shadow was alert.

Yaoxi said: "The reason why "Dark Night Porcelain" is called "Dark Night" is because there is a child hidden in it. No, I shouldn't call him a child, he's the same as Lord Lingzun, long live. ”

"Presumably the landlord has already guessed that he is the source of black porcelain, which is more useful than you building a dungeon to snatch the spirit pool."

Porcelain Shadow was frightened and immediately ordered: "Bring him to me." ”

Yaoxi said: "I got the news that he was taken to the Thousand Porcelain Workshop. ”

"The deity immediately sent someone to snatch him back." The porcelain shadow was very excited.

For a long time, he was careful to hibernate and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, just because he was an ordinary man and an ordinary person, but the owner of the Thousand Porcelain Workshop, Lingzun Anan, was transformed by spiritual porcelain, and had a lifespan of 10,000 years, immortal and indestructible, and lived with heaven and earth. If he can control the source of the black porcelain, he will have the qualifications to directly confront the Spirit Venerable!

For a thousand years, he has been holding on with a mortal body, and whenever he can't hold on, he must find someone and take the other person's life. Just like what I did to Si Ying before.

What he looks at is not Si Ying's white hair and red clothes, but his life.

If he had to live in the night, he would never have to suffer like this again.

Yaoxi said: "It's not that you can control it if you want to." ”

Porcelain Shadow asked, "Then what do you say?" ”

Yaoxi said: "More than a thousand years ago, your wife, Miss Yun Zhu, saved him, and the two of them were like friends. If you want to take him down as soon as possible, maybe you can try to get Miss Cloud Candle to intervene. ”

Porcelain Shadow stood up with his body and ordered Yaoxi: "Clean up the Tiangong Tower, prepare for the wedding banquet, and the deity will take Miss Yun Zhu home to get married!" ”

He staggered out of the Tiangong Tower with great difficulty, and went to find the woman who had wandered the world.

After the porcelain shadow left, Yaoxi took out a piece of porcelain, which was snow-white and exquisite.

It has a name, "Bone Girl Painting Leather Porcelain", which looks snow-white, but is actually a piece of black porcelain.

Confusing the real with the false, turning the world upside down, this is the most powerful thing about this porcelain.

She glanced in the direction of the Thousand Porcelain Workshop in the distance and muttered, "Lord Lingzun, it's time for you to come back." ”

When night fell, there was silence in the Thousand Porcelain Workshop.

Tonight, Yan Ge still couldn't sleep, so he simply entered the hall of Lord Lingzun, wanting to go to the library to read a book.

Originally, she was not allowed to enter and leave the Spirit Venerable Hall, after all, there was no precedent for this. However, after the battle of Tiangonglou, no one stopped her from coming here again.

Although those guardians were transformed by Linghua and were not born to their parents, they were smarter than people, and they knew that with the current strength of Yange, if they really wanted to betray Lord Lingzun, they didn't have to be sneaky at all, and they could directly knock off the Thousand Porcelain Workshop.

Tonight, instead of going to the study, she went to meet someone.

"Lord Owner, you're here."

The soft moonlight fell on the mask, and the waiter on the side spoke softly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He said.

Yan Ge was a little surprised, "Wait for me? ”

The waiter said, "The little one remembers something. ”

"What?" Yan Ge asked.

Waiter: "The Nine Porcelain Blood Array does have the ability to make people confused and forget the past, and the small ones are disturbed by it, and they have forgotten some things, and they have only slowly recalled it recently." ”

He said, "Lord Lingzun was trapped in the Nine Porcelain Blood Array, but ten years ago, he had already penetrated all the mysteries of the Heavenly Gate Formation and escaped from it. ”

"What do you mean?" Yan Ge asked.

The waiter said: "Maybe Lord Lingzun is not in the Heavenly Palace Tower at all now, although the little one doesn't know why he didn't come back, but I can think that he must be in great trouble." ”

"Perhaps, the Nine Porcelain Blood Array erased his memory and made him forget that he was the Lingzun Lord of my Thousand Porcelain Workshop." The more the waiter spoke, the more he believed his guess, "It must be so!" Maybe Lord Lingzun is somewhere between heaven and earth. ”

Yan Ge said: "Without the Silver Armor Mask, he will not be able to hold on, and this seat must find him as soon as possible." ”

Yan Ge laid down the pen and ink, "You have seen the appearance of Lord Lingzun, draw it, even if this seat turns the whole world upside down, you have to find him." ”

The waiter holds the pen and draws with ink.

"The little one just remembered Lord Lingzun's voice and smile."

The portrait fell on the paper, and Yan Ge picked it up and looked at it carefully, but he was so surprised that he couldn't come back to his senses.

"Lord Owner...... What's wrong? The waiter was apprehensive, lest he had done something wrong.

Yan Ge said: "This person ...... Far away, close at hand. ”