Chapter Eighty-Seven: Into Space

"Is Su Xiaoyou interested in this matter, stay in my Shumen for a while, there are many places in our Shumen, Xiaoyou will definitely be interested." The one who opened his mouth was the current head of Shumen, Ziyun Daojun.

Su Qingwei is now in the space, and she is just planning to search for some heaven and earth spirit plants in the 100,000 mountains and move them into the space, and when she heard this, she immediately responded from the ground.

Ziyun Daojun was overjoyed, and after talking to Su Qingwei again, he asked his disciple to take her to Cuiwei Peak, which was specially designed to entertain distinguished guests.

Shumen Cuiyun Peak, clear water, full of vitality, a large area of kapok trees are planted here, the white kapok flowers are hanging all over the branches, and the air is intoxicating fragrance.

Occasionally, the petals of the flower are blown off by the wind and fall into the nearby stream, drifting away with the stream.

Su Qingwei was taken to the main hall of Cuiyun Peak by the two disciples and retreated, and a maid had already been notified to serve aside.

Su Qingwei was led to the apse to rest under the pretext of being tired, and she waved her hand to send the maid away.

The brilliance flashed, and Yaoguang appeared. She waved her hand and set up a layer of forbidden enchantment before she spoke: "Don't worry, no one's divine sense can penetrate it." Alright, take me to the master! ”

Su Qingwei was also worried about her master, and immediately opened the space when she heard this.

I haven't entered the space for a long time, and the inside of the space has already changed. A small stream flows into the uncultivated mist with a rich spiritual aura, and beside the stream is a lush elixir.

In the middle of a verdant bamboo forest is an elegant bamboo building, with spiritual springs and elixirs everywhere, and this small world has been arranged to be full of business.

And there is a tall hundred-year-old peach tree not far from the bamboo building, which was secretly transplanted by Su Qingwei from the peach forest in Shushan. The peach tree is already full of peach blossoms, and the pink petals are like a dream, with the occasional piece falling from the branches, with a fragrant fragrance.

As soon as Di Chen wore a snow suit, he sat cross-legged under the peach tree, his eyes slightly closed, and there was a mysterious qi machine circulating around him, obviously cultivating.

At his feet, there was a snow-white bun system that was sleeping on his stomach, and he also made a slight snoring sound. At his other feet was a little white cat that was also sleeping contentedly.

When Su Qingwei and Yaoguang entered the space, they saw such a beautiful scenery, and they were reluctant to speak out for a while to destroy the harmonious atmosphere.

However, Di Chen seemed to feel it, opened his eyes, saw Su Qingwei, and his cold face suddenly overflowed with a smile: "But what's going on with the outside world?" ”

Su Qingwei nodded, and Yaoguang, who had been ignored next to him, stopped doing it, and immediately turned into a colorful glass-like sword shape and floated in front of Di Chen: "Master, take a closer look, I'm your A-Yao!" ”

Di Chen really looked at the Yaoguang Immortal Sword carefully, and after a while: "Well, it is indeed a good sword." It's just that I remember that you don't seem to be this color, right? ”

The sword body of the Yaoguang Immortal Sword trembled, and it immediately turned into a translucent and colorless long sword.

Di Chen's eyes lit up: "By the way, it coincides with memory!"

Yaoguang muttered in a low voice: "After 10,000 years, the master's aesthetics still haven't improved, how beautiful the colorful glass-colored sword body is, but the master likes this color." ”

Su Qingwei next to her looked a little funny, but she felt that her sleeve was pulled by something. As soon as he lowered his head, he met the big watery eyes of the bun system: "Host, you haven't paid attention to others for a long time." ”

She slapped it over, and her white fat body rolled on the grass a few times before stopping: "You really don't love me anymore, it's so sad." ”

Su Qingwei sighed, sat directly on the grass, and then picked up the chubby bun: "Then have you thought about it?" Is there anything you want to say to me. ”