"Tinglan, where is this?" Qing Ming tried his best to make his voice sound calmer.

This feeling of ignoring people is inexplicable, and a bit like the little girl many years ago.

For a while, Qing Ming felt that his heart was very chaotic.

"This is a small island in the sea of Wufu. Ting Lan's tone was soft.

The shadow of the feather on her body disappeared again.

Ting Lan sighed slightly in her heart. In the past, when I was doing feather illusions by myself, I rarely had such a soft look. More often than not, it's all fast-talking. Because he is favored by the fairy of Miaoyin, he has no fear.

has been doing Ting Lan for 30,000 years, and before he knew it, he was already familiar with this role.

After all, she is not the feather illusion of the past.

Emperor he, has he, has he forgotten, what about Yu Fan?

"Kojima?" Qing Ming was a little confused.

Ting Lan smiled slyly and said, "Why don't you fly up and take a look, and you'll know what's going on here." ”

Qing Ming hesitantly looked at the nephew in front of him. In an instant, that sly smile is easy to make people jump into the play.

In the past, Yu Huan was the happiest to amuse people like this.

Maybe there's a trap ahead!

After the memories are swallowed up by the marrow washing pool, the woman in front of her, when facing herself, will still reveal the demeanor of many years ago.

He began to be in a daze.

"Little uncle?" Ting Lan cried out in surprise. She opened her palms and shook them in front of Qing Ming.

Qing Ming came back to his senses for a moment and said, "I'm a little distracted. ”

"Don't you want to look here?" Ting Lan's tone was very sincere.

Qing Ming smiled: "Let's take a look!"

For his little uncle, so interesting, Ting Lan was a little in a trance. However, I haven't seen it for 30,000 years, and the Qingying Emperor has also undergone some changes. These changes are impossible to talk about, but they can give people a sense of distance.

She's not the feather illusion anymore.

Uncle Xiao is no longer the emperor.

While she was thinking, Qing Ming had already jumped up.

When it fell smoothly on the beach, Qing Ming said in a melancholy tone and with a disappointed face: "It turns out that it is really an isolated island, and there is no one." ”

I don't know how many such islands there are! Are they just looking for it aimlessly?

"We went to the other side of the island. Ting Lan said.

"What are you doing over there?"

And so on. Ting Lan said simply, looking reluctant to say more.

Well, Qing Ming admits that in the Wufu Sea, this little nephew of his own is more familiar than himself.

After thinking about it, he finally didn't say anything.

Ting Lan walked very slowly. Walk along the white sand beach in a familiar direction.

She remembered that there was a stone forest. In the stone forest, there is a white high platform and two stone statues. The two stone statues, one male and one female. The stone statue, the woman in a dark red robe, came to mind.

"Do you want to keep going like this?" Qing Ming couldn't help but ask.

Ting Lan looked at his feet, estimated the direction again, and said, "It's almost there." ”

The blue water, like a dream, floats around the island. On the white sand, the island is like a white button, abrupt, and there is an eternal silence.

On the beach, men and women are side by side, one blue and one black, which is particularly dazzling. The girl in blue had a calm face and quiet eyes, and she couldn't see what she was thinking. The man in black was warm and moist, with a hint of clarity.

As he walked, Qing Ming suddenly felt dizzy. In the tremor of the sea, I suddenly saw another person, walking on this beach!

A big cyan sword, shining! A man in a dark robe, bright red blood, between his forehead, on the back of his hand, on his black shirt!

Who's that!

"There's someone up ahead!" Qing Ming took a step back in horror.

Ting Lan looked carefully, looked and looked, and gained nothing.

Where are the people?

Ting Lan turned around and looked at her little uncle suspiciously.

"Uh, uncle, there's no one in front of you!"

Qing Ming took a closer look. Ahead, where are there any big knives! Where are there still people in black clothes!

Nothing!

How could there be nothing?

What he just saw!

"I-I might be dazzled. Qing Ming forcibly explained.

Ting Lan listened, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Uncle Shi, take it easy." ”

Qing Ming returned an awkward smile.

The fleeting phantom carried an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The glittering green broadsword - it felt like I had seen it somewhere.

"Ting Lan, do you know that the Snow Pavilion has any more famous swords?" forcibly changed the topic, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

"Your Highness gave me a stalk of snow. Ting Lan followed the topic and said, "I heard that the sword of Uncle Yun Ruo is also very rare. Then there is the double sword of returning to the ruins in the Snow Pavilion. I don't know much about the rest. ”

Qing Ming didn't feel right. Xue Ge, how could there only be a few swords like this?

Xue Ge, are there not many people who use swords?

With this question, he asked, "How is the high priest's swordsmanship?"

Ting Lan glanced at Qing Ming in surprise, her face was strange, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"In the Snow Pavilion, the best swordsmanship is Master Yun Ruo's ancestor. Ting Lan said.

I heard His Royal Highness say that it was Emperor Qingtong who introduced Uncle Yunruo to Uncle Yunruo. Why does Uncle Xiao behave like this, like a disciple who has no beginner?

"But Master never taught me the sword. Qing Ming said.

Ting Lan glanced at Qing Ming and felt clear. Isn't this clear? How can an immortal who has not yet attained the Dao heart use a sword?

"Uncle Shi, sometimes, it is also very important to lay a good foundation. Ting Lan's tone was solemn, and he looked at him with a very sincere gaze.

Qing Ming was silent.

The two of them walked as they spoke. At this moment, you can already see the stone forest. The green darkness is far away, and he has already seen it.

"What's over there? You've been here before?"

"It's a stone forest. Ting Lan was succinct and to the point.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew. The sea crashed against the shore as if it were about to submerge the island. The pace of the two of them also accelerated unconsciously.

Soon, we were already in the stone forest.

The strangely shaped stones, with strange mess, with strange neatness, with a strange feeling—in a trance, a strange sense of familiarity arose. Qing Ming was a little puzzled, when did he ever come here?

When have you ever been here?

I've never been here before!

He didn't skip the marrow pool!

What a strange thing!

I don't know what's so special about this stone forest.

Here, will you really wait for Luofu Shenjun and Qingtong?

He fell into deep thought.

At the same time, Ting Lan stood in this stone forest, and the two statues appeared in his mind.

"Uncle Junior, do you know anyone who likes to wear dark red clothes?"

Qing Ming was stunned. Not to mention, he really had someone he knew before, who loved to wear dark red clothes.