Heavenly Saint Palace.

Behind the fairy gate.

"Elder, has Chen Zhixing agreed to join our Heavenly Saint Palace?"

Mo Qingyue trotted over with some excitement and said expectantly.

She was already a little impatient to see Chen Zhixing join the Heavenly Saint Palace and the scene of the two cultivating together.

The silver-haired old woman didn't reply when she heard this, but let out a heavy cold snort in her nose and moved forward with her sleeves.

"Elder? What happened? Mo Qingyue couldn't help frowning, and sighed in her heart.

"What?"

The silver-haired old woman paused, sneered, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "That Chen Changsheng dislikes the small temples of our three immortal Dao sects, and is unwilling to join our immortal Dao sects. ”

"It's impossible!"

Mo Qingyue couldn't help frowning even tighter, and said with some doubts: "I have talked to Chen Zhixing about the Immortal Dao System, and I can see that he is still quite looking forward to it, how can he dislike our Immortal Dao Tong Temple is too small?" ”

didn't wait for Mo Qingyue to finish speaking.

The silver-haired old woman waved her hand and said indifferently: "Let him go, the old body has already opened all the conditions that our Heavenly Saint Palace can offer, and he is still unwilling to join, so what can the old body do?" ”

There was a pause.

The silver-haired old woman snorted lightly: "Without him Chen Zhixing, our three major immortal Dao systems are still immortal Dao systems, and there will be no changes!" ”

"And without our three immortal Dao systems, the old body wants to see how far Chen Zhixing can go!"

The voice fell.

The silver-haired old woman didn't stay any longer, and quickly left this void space.

"Elder."

Mo Qingyue opened her mouth, but in the end, she had no choice but to stop talking and sigh lightly.

The other side.

Inside the golden carriage pulled by nine true dragons and emblazoned with a black sun flag.

"Ancestor, could it be that the people of our Sikong family died in vain like this?"

Sikong Xuanji looked at Sikong Zaichao, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Idiot!"

Sikong Zaichao slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Sikong Xuanji, and said expressionlessly:

"I ask you, what will happen to you if I arrive an hour late?"

Sikong Xuanji thought about it for a while, and said solemnly: "It should be defeated by that tiger, Chen Daoyan is really not this person with the power of mixed yuan."

"Defeated?"

A loud sneer interrupted Sikong Xuanji's words.

Sikong Zaichao's voice was hoarse: "If I arrive an hour late, it will be enough for you to die seven or eight times!" ”

After a pause, Sikong Zai changed to the front and said, "So, why do you think that you can continue to fight at that time?" Do you think that if I continue to fight at that time, I will fight with that Chen Tianyuan, and there will still be time to protect you? ”

Sikong Xuanji frowned and said, "Ancestor, aren't you known as the first person in the Peerless Realm?" ”

"You can brag, don't take me."

Sikong Zai glanced at Sikong Xuanji, then took a deep breath, and his expression became solemn and said:

"Chen Tianyuan was Chen Xuanfeng's sister-in-law back then, although he was shrouded by Chen Xuanfeng's light back then, his performance was not outstanding."

"But this person is by no means as simple as we think, I'm afraid that Chen Xuanfeng's supernatural secret skills have been passed down to seventy-seven-eighty-eight."

"And"

"This time, I watched his breath, and there was already the light of the Flying Immortal on his body, I am afraid that he had not taken that half a step, and it was not very far away."

This statement fell.

Sikong Xuanji was suddenly shocked, and then he completely reacted.

It turned out that the scene just now, where is the pattern of their own ancestors, it is clear that they are uncertain, so they can only choose to retreat!

"Ancestor, then this time, our Sikong family has been killed so many people, so forget it? I'm afraid this is not conducive to our control and rule of Huaizhou. Sikong Xuanji's eyes narrowed, and he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

"Forget it?"

Sikong Zaichao sneered, then shook his head and said, "This account naturally has to be settled, but not now." ”

"Xuanji, you need to know a word."

"The gentleman hides his weapon and waits for the time to move!"

When Sikong Xuanji heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Sikong Zaichao said lightly: "Those who seek great things hide in their hearts and do things; If you don't move, you will swim out of the abyss, stirring the sky, and you will not see the dawn. ”

Huaizhou, in the middle of a mountain forest.

It was noon, but the sky was overcast.

The wind roared, blowing the branches of the trees in the mountains and forests, and the dust on the ground flew wildly, stirring up dead leaves all over the ground.

In the sky, there were thick dark clouds, crumbling.

Thunder and lightning shuttled through the dark clouds, and sometimes a flash of lightning flashed, exploding a deafening thunderstorm.

Immediately afterward, a heavy rain poured down, splashing dirt and dust on the land that had not been met with nectar for a long time.

An old woman with gray hair and a dead candle leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looking at the heavy rain like a beaded curtain outside the cave with her cloudy eyes.

"Sister Zhinu, the weather is very cold, and your body is afraid that you can't stand it, so let's go in and rest."

A beautiful woman in white with a foxy face but a pitiful temperament walked out of the depths of the cave.

She held a stone bowl in her hand, and inside was steaming, steaming ginger soup.

"Well, this is the ginger soup I cooked for you to relieve the cold."

The white fox handed the ginger soup in his hand to Lu Zhinu with a smile.

Lu Zhinu took the ginger soup and did not rush to drink it.

She first glanced at the expressionless black-robed people standing outside the cave, in the pouring rain, and then looked at the two figures standing in the cave.

One was dressed in sackcloth and had a sword coffin on his back.

The other was short in stature, covered in a black robe.

At last.

Lu Zhinu just looked at the white fox, and there was no blame or resentment in those vicissitudes of life but always gentle eyes.

There is only a little relief, and an inexplicable regret.

She thought for a moment, and then said softly:

"Fox, it doesn't matter if you approached Changsheng with a purpose in mind from the beginning, and whether you have feelings for Changsheng or not, but in the case that you and Changsheng are also husband and wife, can you tell me"

"Is he still alive?"

The white fox did not hesitate and nodded: "Alive." ”

With this word falling.

The last big stone in my heart finally landed.

A soft smile appeared on Lu Zhinu's wrinkled old cheeks.

Alive.

Since Changsheng is still alive, everything is enough.

"Fox, if you have a chance to meet Changsheng, help me talk to him."

"In his life, he has never owed me."

"I have been with him through thick and thin for a hundred years, I have had when I am sad, I have been angry, but I have never regretted it."

"The road ahead, without me, I have to go well."

After Lu Zhinu finished the last sentence, he then glanced at the endless mountains, his lips pursed slightly, as if he had said something.

Then, without any hesitation, she picked up the ginger soup in her hand with one hand, raised her head and drank it.

Click!

The stone bowl fell to the ground and rolled outward.

The white fox stood silently at the door of the cave, looking at Lu Zhinu, who gradually closed his eyes and gradually lost his vitality.

The heavy rain poured down, like jade beads into the plate, splashing sound.

In the hands of Lu Zhinu, who died suddenly, even if he died now, he still clutched tightly in his hands, the long shirt that had been sewn and mended countless times for Li Changsheng.

There will be a delay.

(End of chapter)