On the Diancang Mountain, the clouds and mist are swirling, the coolness is like silk, the cliffs are cliffs, and everything is silent.

Sima Changyuan, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, stood on the top of a peak and gave a flute, standing in the wind, the robe was flying, the fairy posture was sassy, the sound of the flute was high-pitched and low-pitched, like a song and crying, Qingyue was soft, with a trace of freedom and ease in his persistence, and there was a wind of laughter and arrogance of all things.

Two colored lights flew from the sky behind him, turning into two human shapes, and the lady holding the fan stood behind him with her hands respectfully, and said respectfully: "Lord, everything is going according to your plan. ”

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, but there were still wisps of echoes faintly echoing in the mountains, Sima Changyuan put down the flute, did not turn around, just looked indifferently at the mountains in front of him, and asked lightly: "Did Jiu Ge receive the news over there?"

"Back to the Lord, when we left the Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Monarch had already issued an edict, and it should have reached Mozili's hands at this moment. She paused, then continued, "Fortunately, the Lord had the foresight to let Miss Qianzhu change her appearance and follow me to heaven, otherwise I would not have been able to get out of this matter, and they all thought that Miss Qianzhu had sneaked in quietly by herself." ”

Wan'er stood behind Mrs. Zhifan, and when she heard her words, she was suddenly shocked, could it be that Miss Qianzhu's arrest was all in their arrangement?

"Okay, you immediately send someone to contact the friends who are familiar with her on Jiu Ge, it's best to call them all together to save the bamboo, the bigger the noise, the better, as long as someone robs the prison This matter spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar, Mozi will not sit idly by as the head of Jiu Ge, let him drag it in the Heavenly Palace for a few days, Jiu Ge is unguarded, and it will be easy to steal the Jiu Li Cup." ”

"The Lord is wise. Mrs. Fan admired.

"However, I'm afraid that just a few people will not be able to make any big waves when they go to rob the prison, it would be better if they could add the power of the Demon Realm, Zhu Zi is the best person, it is impossible for Chu Zhencheng to watch her being disposed of by the Immortal Realm, and you will send someone to send a letter to the Demon Realm. Sima Changyuan suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and squinted, "No, no need, there is someone in Jiuge who reported to him, Chu Zhencheng should already know about it." ”

Mrs. Zhifan raised her head in some astonishment, and when she saw his long and free back, she hurriedly lowered her head again, "It turns out that the Lord already knows." ”

Also, what is there in this world that he doesn't know?

"That's right, the fan. Sima Changyuan remembered something again, "Is Bingzhu about to reach Nirvana?"

"Yes, Bingzhu has already retreated, and in two months he will experience another catastrophe of rebirth. Mrs. Zhifan replied respectfully, "The phoenix bird will be nirvana once every hundred years, not to mention that Bingzhu is still the first phoenix bird to open the world, after this nirvana, the cultivation should improve a lot." ”

Sima Changyuan sighed slightly, put the hand holding the long flute behind him, turned around and left slowly, leaving only a sentence that seemed to sigh: "After waiting for so many years, I finally waited for this day, every move I made has been arranged, and the only thing I am afraid of is that the timing is not right......"

Mrs. Zhifan looked up at him in disbelief, and was afraid? Did he just say that he was afraid? He was omnipotent, and he could even have something to fear?

She and Wan'er walked slowly on the winding path, the clouds and mist swirled around them, like a dream, Wan'er followed Mrs. Zhifan silently for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Madam, Wan'er still doesn't understand, who is that person, why do you even call him Lord?"

Think about it, what a noble existence her wife is, don't say that the heavenly monarch, even the surviving ancient gods have to give three points when they see it, but since one day the man suddenly appeared like a mystery, and his wife has been respectful and obedient to him, so that people really can't figure it out, where is that person sacred, and even the lady has to call him the lord?

Mrs. Zhifan was silent for a long time, and just when Wan'er thought that she would not answer her question, she suddenly stopped, as if she was looking into the distance, and her voice was as ethereal as mist, "He used to be the greatest person in the world, but it's a pity that ......"

In the middle of the words, the suspense ended, Mrs. Fan looked at the direction he left, and suddenly a trace of sadness surged in her heart that had been quiet for ten thousand years.

In this world, is there anything he can't do anything about?

When, thousands of years ago, he opened the world and was omnipotent, and he was arrogant and uninhibited in the Six Realms back then, but he also had something that he couldn't do? After waiting for so many years, did he get a long time or nothing?

A trace of pathos suddenly flooded her heart, for the sake of the person who did not change.