The two acolytes with the Pu Dao blocked the path of Nanxiangzi and Jian Qingsheng, and their scrutinizing eyes suddenly became respectful after seeing the jade plaque displayed by Nanxiangzi.

"It turned out to be a maid under the seat of the green silver lady. ”

They made a gesture to invite in, Nanxiangzi smiled and said to Jian Qingsheng, but he kept his voice very small, as if whispering, and said: "Here in the drunken flower Tianzi, only the jade plate of the carved blue silver lady is the most effective, and the others, even if they are the messengers of the Xiaoyue King, in front of the Weiyang Palace of the Hop Sea, these Pu Dao spirits will not give a good face." ”

"Many wandering spirits in the Qingqing world are afraid of the Little Moon King, his temper is not good, and there is no saint in his eyes, but he is the supreme master of the Qingqing World, and in the Moon King's Palace, many wandering spirits are extremely powerful existences.... Well, much stronger than me. ”

When Nanxiangzi said this, she rarely stuck out her tongue like a girl, and her personality like a woman in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River made her have a beautiful flavor even when she made such a "cute" or "indecent" action.

To be more specific, it is shrunk into one word, which is "pretty".

Nanxiang, Nanxiang.

Jian Qingsheng looked at Nan Xiangzi, he had already seen her cultivation level, as an instrument spirit, and no matter what the deity was, at least this spirit body, the mana contained in it was almost close to that of an earth immortal.

Of course, it's just close, and the cultivation of the machine spirits is ..... In other words, Jian Qingsheng never knew that the machine spirit could also practice.

However, from the slumber of the white feather dragon, it can be seen that one or two, of course, the progress of this cultivation may have to be taken as a unit of thousands of years.

However, what makes Jian Qingsheng more concerned now are the three words that Nanxiangzi said before.

Thank you.

Should it be said that it is destined in the dark? Compared with the poignant love story, Jian Qingsheng is more willing to believe that this is the fate brought about by the method of mixed yuan, and he doesn't know what happened to the drunken flower Tianzi and Xie Yanchen, and he doesn't really want to know.

The story of an infatuated emperor who pursues a ruthless fairy and is finally abandoned?

Thinking of this, Jian Qingsheng couldn't help but laugh for a moment, but soon regained his elegant and serious temperament, although his face changed quickly, he was still captured by Nanxiangzi.

"What's the fun going on?"

Nanxiangzi asked with a smile, Jian Qingsheng naturally didn't respond that he thought of some ancient and "romantic" episodes, so he said directly to Nanxiangzi: "When I see you smiling, I feel happy in my heart." ”

Nanxiangzi stroked the green silk in front of his temples and blinked: "Thank you for your compliment, but if you want to be good with me with this, this love story may not be romantic enough." ”

The corners of her mouth twitched, obviously not caring, and Jian Qingsheng smiled, at this time the two of them walked towards the Weiyang Palace, in the position, Jian Qingsheng naturally lagged behind her by half a step.

Nanxiangzi, as the first maid under the seat of the green silver lady, is just a newcomer, naturally can not exceed some rules, Jian Qingsheng has not been an official, but some basic politeness, this does not need to be taught.

"I'm tired of reporting the drunken flower to the Son of Heaven, I am the seat of the silver lady of the carving, and I have come to the Liquor Flower Sea Weiyang Palace to ask to see the Son of Heaven, and I dare not slack off. ”

Nanxiangzi walked to the bottom of the palace, three jade platforms, one eight hundred steps, the first order of the Pu Dao spirit stepped forward, saw that it was the Danzhu Palace jade plate, and immediately looked solemn, hugged his fists and said: "Please wait a while, fairy, I will go to the palace to report the drunken flower of heaven." ”

Another Pu Dao guard spoke: "The glass bell rings, the world is spring, all living beings are waking up, the two of you are still coming at the right time, if it is late, the Son of Heaven is afraid that he will be drunk again." ”

Nanxiangzi smiled at him: "I thought it was delayed, but there was a thunderstorm before, but I didn't expect to go to the sea of hops, and I actually heard the glass bell ringing, so I came up immediately." ”

Pu Dao Ling and Nan Xiangzi talked, but even if he was talking, his body was still straight, and this sword spirit had a body of three feet, and the sense of oppression was incomprehensible.

It's like a door god guarding the Lingxiao Palace.

After a short time, since Nanxiangzi came to this moment, before a short incense stick, the previous attendant had returned, and in the palace, someone walked out, with a serious face, and said loudly:

"Please-Danzhu Palace to envoy to the temple!"

The so-called announcement means to issue an edict to summon the invitation.

The two of them passed the Pu Dao guards, climbed two thousand four hundred steps, and went straight into the hall, at this moment, Jian Qingsheng suddenly felt that countless eyes gathered from all directions, and the people in power here are all instrument spirits, but in a flash, Jian Qingsheng has seen the body of some people, and the other part, like the old knife handle, is difficult to see clearly, it is vague.

"It's all the stuff of literati and writers, like their original masters, poor and sour rotten Confucians. ”

A voice sounded in Jian Qingsheng's ears, it was not Nanxiangzi's voice, but another "minister", he was heroic, with a trace of killing intent on his body, and there was even the sound of a knife trembling.

This is a treasure sword, and it is also an extremely strong sword spirit.

"One handle..... The sword is too young. ”

This sword spirit did not hide that he had seen through the body of Jian Qingsheng, and the latter returned a salute respectfully.

So the sword spirit had no choice but to return the salute.

After the sword saluted, he looked at the person who was sitting high, the ruler of this world, the person who was dressed casually, and even a little unruly, was the legendary drunken flower emperor.

There is a hairpin in his hair, peach blossoms are pinned to the hairpin, the corners of his eyes are drawn, and his chest is half open.

This is the standard prodigal son.

It was not out of Jian Qingsheng's expectations.

Nanxiangzi stepped forward and took out the treasure from her silk sleeve, which was a jade box, and the drunken flower Tianzi looked at it, he stood up from the throne and came to Nanxiangzi, but he didn't say anything to tease, but his face was full of seriousness.

"You're Nanxiang, when you first came here, I was the one who introduced you......"

The Drunken Flower Tianzi spoke, his voice carried a kind of warmth and magnetism, and Nanxiangzi laughed: "Your Majesty, you have already said this sentence seven times. ”

"Seven times .... Haha, it doesn't seem like I've been drunk for too long. ”

The Drunken Flower Tianzi also laughed, took the box, and moved his fingers, so the jade box was opened.

There was a scroll in it, and the drunken flower Tianzi glanced at it, then put the box away, and said, "I know, you can step aside." ”

He was still smiling, but there was no longer the same free and easy meaning as before.

Nanxiangzi obeyed the order and retreated to the side of Jian Qingsheng, while Jian Qingsheng stepped forward and made a big salute to the drunken flower Tianzi.

"The younger generation Jian Qingsheng, when he first arrived in the young world, he had no other intentions, but just followed what a senior said, and came here to meet His Majesty the Son of Heaven. ”

Jian Qingsheng's etiquette was impeccable, those ministers didn't say anything, and the drunken flower Tianzi raised his hand, and a peach blossom flew in it, so the breath was sympathetic, and a faint crimson cloud rose from Jian Qingsheng's robe.

The Son of Heaven looked at Jian Qingsheng, smiled, and said: "One hundred thousand peach blossom sea, the one over there is the old knife handle, it is indeed my ....."

His words were not completely spoken, and suddenly, in Jian Qingsheng's ears, there seemed to be a sound, like... Balderdash.

A figure appears in the void, in sight, but not known to the green world.

He suddenly manifested in nothingness, or rather, in the thought of Jian Qingsheng, looking at the drunken flower in front of him.

There was no one in the four directions in his eyes, and the only person in the chaotic black world was sitting cross-legged.

This view has also appeared in the past.

The Taoist sitting in the middle is the "dream of marrying" of the previous generation.

Wu Yanqing!

Jian Qingsheng was stunned suddenly, and then raised his head and looked at the Drunken Flower Tianzi.

The latter's smile seemed to ..... is fading away.

"This shouldn't be, Wu Yanqing has already perished, could it be that Mengzu reappeared with the help of his form?"

"Is the Drunken Flower Heavenly Son related to Mengzu?"

Jian Qingsheng's consciousness was subsumed into Li Bichen's thinking in an instant, and in the green world, he could use the method of marrying dreams, so for the first time, Li Pichen called Mengzu and wanted to try to see if he could hook up with Huangliang Township here.

But it's a pity that it failed, and the shadow of the sorghum wood was not reflected in this world.

In the chaotic black world, "Wu Yanqing" sat cross-legged, looking at the drunken flower Tianzi, crossing the boundary that could not be snooped, which was almost more incredible than tearing apart the sea of life and death.

But it wasn't Wu Yanqing that the drunken flower Tianzi was looking at.

In the eyes of this "Wu Yanqing", there was something black like dark water rolling.

The black rain is pouring down, and it is in the world of the heart.

Drunken Flower Tianzi's lips squirmed for a moment, as if he saw something he didn't want to see, and he faced Jian Qingsheng's expression, and it became cold in an instant.

Jian Qingsheng clearly recognized what his lips were saying.

Those were two words, and these two words instantly reminded Jian Qingsheng of what Mengzu had said, and there was this name in it.

It should be..... Pushing it backwards, the master of marrying dreams three generations ago.

"Ghost rain. ”