Ting Lan walked quickly to Ziwei Palace.

In my impression, she went to Ziwei Palace very rarely. At most, let the little blue fox, Xue Yan, deliver the letter.

In her limited cognition, a place like Ziwei Palace is a place that isolates the fireworks of the world. I remember the last time I came, it was because the master came over and asked the master to discuss something. At that time, she stood at the door of Ziwei Palace and chatted with Si Ming Xingjun for a while, but she didn't have a chance to go in.

In her heart, she was very curious about Ziwei Palace.

Joke, the entire Nine Heavens Immortals, who is not curious about Ziwei Palace?

For an immortal like Emperor Ziwei, who is more immortal than an immortal, who is not secretly curious.

She was thinking about some things in her mind, and after a while, she had already arrived at the gate of Ziwei Palace.

met a gray-robed and gray-haired immortal, who was the Divine Monarch of Si Ming.

She put away her cranky thoughts and respectfully performed the junior salute.

Si Ming Xingjun accepted the salute, and then smiled: "Fairy, go in quickly! ”

Hearing this, Ting Lan smiled and walked in.

In 30,000 years, for the first time in his life, he entered this Ziwei Palace.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of flowing water.

It's weird. Is there also living water in Ziwei Palace? Just wondering, she had already seen a rockery. In front of the rockery, there is a fountain. The fountain splashed, shrouding the rocks in a thin layer of light mist. In the haze, I smelled a floral scent. I just don't know what kind of floral fragrance it is.

This aroma seems to smell better than any kind of smell I've ever smelled before.

It's so comfortable!

Ting Lan squinted her eyes and sniffed it well.

The surrounding scenery, rockeries, fountains, and mist don't seem to be that important.

In the light mist, a woman in a white robe frowned slightly.

The purple-clothed man standing beside the woman looked at her with a smile. Gently scratched her nose and smiled: "Don't worry, what you want to do, just let it go." ”

The white-robed woman smiled: "If I kill someone and set fire, you will also cover me?"

Emperor Ziwei raised his eyebrows and said, "That's natural." It's just that you're not happy and beat Qinghua, it doesn't matter, don't you still have me!"

Xi Shui smiled: "If that's the case, others will scold you, maybe you have to run to Ziwei Palace to fight!

In the thick fog, the words of the two were as soft as murmuring. At the other end of the fog, the girl in blue suddenly felt drowsy.

Xishui calculated the time, then withdrew the dense fog, and said with a smile: "Although Tinglan said that his cultivation was completely destroyed, but I looked at his immortal grid, and it was indeed good. ”

Emperor Ziwei smiled: "If you cultivate it well, you will definitely have a very good cultivation in the future." ”

Xi Shui glanced at him and said with a smile: "You still need to say this! Our disciples of the Snow Pavilion are all extraordinary. ”

As she spoke, she picked up the girl in blue who was about to fall to the ground and placed her on the couch she had prepared earlier.

Looking at the girl's sleeping face, her heart was in a trance.

Taking a nap in Ziwei Palace, such an explanation is no problem for this girl. It's just to explain to the outside world, and it may not be so easy to do.

She took a deep look at the sleeping girl, and then at Emperor Ziwei.

Emperor Ziwei smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I protect the Dharma for you, no one will know about this." ”

Xi Shui smiled: "Then there is Emperor Lao!"

Emperor Ziwei took a step back and laid a heavy barrier.

Xishui was already sitting at the front of the couch, and there were words in his mouth. Between the palms of the hands, a lotus seat emerged.

Her fingers flew up and down. injected a wisp of immortal soul on the lotus seat into the girl's body.

After all this was done, Xishui glanced at the Bodhi Flower Seat and was surprised. She felt a distant and familiar wave. Such a strangeness, with an indescribable familiarity.

Is this really a wisp of fairy soul of Miaoyin Fairy?

Such a familiarity, such a strangeness, only when she was a child, she had felt that way.

When was that?

A long-ago memory seems to be stranded.

I remember that at that time, the Snow Pavilion was still closed. At that time, the gods and demons had not yet fought a great war. At that time, the flowing water banquet in the blue sea and sky was always lively and singing. At that time, the Nine Heavens were not called the Nine Heavens, but the Nine Realms Heavens. The Nine Realms under the rule of the Order of the Realms are in order.

It wasn't until His Majesty the True Emperor, who was still a teenager, accidentally disrupted the order of the realm and was exiled to the human world, that everything began to change.

The beautiful and noble ancestor, the beautiful and noble princess of the Yi clan, left the Snow Pavilion forever with the anger of Emperor Yi and the incomprehension of thousands of heavenly soldiers.

It must have been when I had just entered the Snow Pavilion, not long ago!

Could it be that Tinglan's origin, really, is not only, just a legacy of Miaoyin?

Perhaps, what else is there that has been ignored by oneself?

She almost trembled, and sent this Bodhi flower seat into the sea of consciousness of the sleeping girl.

If that's the case, maybe the next time I go to the Land of Ruins, I'll feel better.

Among these high priests of the Snow Pavilion, except for the master, the others are also bitter, but they are all more or less better than the master.

After doing all this well, watching the cultivation of the sleeping girl gradually recover, Xishui's heart was very happy.

Seeing the girl's eyelashes move slightly, it seems like she is about to wake up. Xi Shui's eyes rolled, and he remembered an old incident. There were words in her mouth, and her fingers moved slightly. The girl on the couch was already asleep.

The secret of the seal, the moment it fell, Xi Shui sighed softly.

Countless immortals, when they remember their master in the land of returning to the ruins, they will always feel embarrassed because Houtu Niangniang sealed her for 200,000 years.

In the past, Xishui would also dislike Hou Tu Niang Niang very much because of this incident.

Until this moment, Xishui suddenly felt that he was really understanding Hou Tu Niangniang.

Sometimes, the existence of the power of the seal is a different level of protection.

How long will it take for Hou Tu Niang's approach to be recognized by many people?

Probably, it will take many years! Or maybe it will take an indescribable chance!

Since Ting Lan is related to Shizun, what about Qing Ming? Could it be related to that person in the Eight Realms back then?

At that time, she had just entered the Snow Pavilion and didn't know much about it. The only thing she remembered most clearly was the silence of her master. Even, Shizun stood silently in front of the portrait of that person, and she remembered it vividly as if he was stunned for a day and a night.

Glancing at the sleeping woman on the couch, Xishui confirmed it before leaving the scene.