This ceremony of the Snow Pavilion was presided over by Priest Tinglan, the high priest of the Snow Pavilion at the time.

The disciple of Xue Ge's generation, His Royal Highness Xue Yi, Bodhi Fairy.

The elder of the Snow Pavilion, Princess Luoshan. There is also the aunt of Luofu Mountain, the emperor and queen of Ziwei Palace. There is also a family from Momozhi Mountain, everyone is here.

Princess Luoshan sat there, looking very anxious.

Because, her two disciples, one is the emperor of Miaohua Realm, and the other is the main god of Kunlun Mountain. None of them have yet come.

However, many little immortals in the Nether Realm who didn't know much came in one go.

After waiting for a long time, she was simply indifferent. These two disciples are both capable people. Nature is not subject to its own control.

The ritual ended perfectly.

Ting Lan personally sent the crystal coffin to the Lake of the Afterlife. looked at the crystal coffin, sank to the bottom of the water, and then turned around.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a man wearing a black robe woven with gold, looking at him fixedly.

"The disciple has seen Uncle Qingming. Ting Lan saluted according to her seniority. Then he turned and wanted to go.

"Ruhuang, we, why do we do this?" the young man's whisper seemed to have traveled through thousands of times, with a power that could not be refused.

On the lake of death, the lotus fragrance bursts. In the vast blue waves, you can see everyone's reflections. The two shadows, one black and one blue, are clear and profound.

At this moment, in Qinghua Palace, Ziwei and Qinghua are watching a play together.

"I said, how can the high priest stand that stinky temper?" Qinghua said in a low voice.

"Can you respect my master?" Ziwei said.

"Why don't I respect it? Chengxuan's temper is very stinky. Qinghua Road.

"Come on, Qinghua, I see you, it's better to repair the relationship with my master! If you want to deal with the general, it is more certain that my master will come forward. Ziwei replied unceremoniously.

Qinghua immediately wilted.

Only Ziwei dared to poke his heart in front of him like this.

On the lake of death, the two shadows, one blue and one black, neither spoke.

In the past thousand years, it seems that in these turquoise waters, it has gradually melted away and turned into a lake. After it flowed, there was no trace of it.

What is the possibility of reminiscing about the lake-like past?

Ting Lan sighed imperceptibly.

Such a breath seems to be a sigh from the distant horizon. That sigh seems to carry the melancholy of millions of years ago.

"Chengxuan, we can't go back to the past. The girl determined.

Standing on the surface of the Lake of the Afterlife, looking at such a young man. Compared to many years ago, he is a young and immature teenager. Tinglan's mood is as calm as water.

Between them, there is also a wonderful sound.

If the fairy knew these things, what kind of mood would she have?

"Ruhuang, don't be like this. The young man's dark eyes were like stars, with unspeakable power.

These forces have accompanied him through the quiet years many years ago.

Those pale and silent years have become meaningful because of thoughts.

"Ruhuang, I don't want to lose you like this. The young man's eyes were full of sincerity.

Ting Lan had a moment of suddenness.

What kind of mood did you have when you arrived at the Wufu Sea?

Is it love or hate?

She couldn't remember much.

The only thing I remember clearly is that name.

Promise, promise, promise!

The person who once became a regret in her life, or even a catastrophe, will it be her fate in the future?

How she wished it was!

Looking at the person in front of her, there was a warm water light in her sincere eyes, and she felt that those ice-like things in her heart collapsed in an instant.

She looked at him steadily, looking for the shadow in the depths of the old memory.

The man who stood under the kapok tree and smiled, the man who stood in the Sumeru Hall with a solemn face, and the man who stood in the snow pavilion with a gentle voice.

"Chengxuan, I-" Ting Lan was already choked up, and only half of what he said was said.

The young man in the golden-black robe flashed with a moment of joy in his eyes. Then, he deeply hugged the woman in blue, as if holding the treasure in his heart.

Ziwei Palace in Qinghua Palace showed an aunt-like smile.

Qinghua scolded and scolded: "Oh my God, why! Why is the high priest still so obsessed!"

If you don't let me say that I will proclaim, then I will say that the high priest is good. Anyway, the high priest definitely won't feel that there is something wrong with his complaints.

Ziwei didn't know what she remembered, and suddenly groaned: "Hey, you say, when should I tell Shizun?"

"What?" Qinghua said.

"Bodhi, in fact, is the child of my master and high priest. In the illusion of that year, the high priest fell unconscious, causing the Bodhi immortal fetus to be damaged. Fortunately, I was able to save the child, and the child grew up smoothly. But I feel that the master and the high priest seem to have forgotten about it. Ziwei frowned.

"Don't you know to remind me?" Qinghua was puzzled.

"I reminded you, but the master and the high priest don't seem to hear clearly!" Ziwei was very puzzled.

It is said that neither his master nor the high priest is a person who is extremely clever and clever. How can it be like this, and you can't hear the meaning of your own words?

Obviously, I have already said it so clearly.

The two people on the lake of the past embraced each other deeply, as if between heaven and earth, only they were left with each other. The fragrance of lotus flowers, the deep blue of lotus leaves, and the thousands of blue waves have all become trance and blurred.

The Qinghua Palace in the distance seemed to have become a small dot and no longer existed.

After 10,000 years, their hearts for each other have finally returned to each other.

Above the distant starry sky, there was a pale blue star, and around the star, there was a faint, blood-red light. At this moment, the blood-red color became deep and somewhat abnormal.

On the lake, there is tranquility.

The fragrance of the lotus wind, in the vast blue waves, the men and women embracing each other, it seems that they can make the evil qi in this lake of the past life obediently obedient.

Qinghua and Ziwei looked at such a beautiful picture and began to struggle again.

"It's better to invite Cheng Xuan and the high priest to come to Qinghua Palace to sit, and I will help you get this done, but you have to promise me one thing. Qinghua said with a smile.

"I know, convince my master to help you get the general. Ziwei said.

Hey, it's exhausting to talk to smart people.

"I think you go and ask Cheng Ze to talk to the high priest, and then the high priest will naturally help you get the general. What is the matter with coming to me? Master has always disliked me for getting involved in these things. Ziwei said.

Cheng Xuan gently let go of Ting Lan, his tone became very gentle, and said, "Xiaoru, every grass and tree in Guiji Mountain misses you very much." ”

Ting Lan smiled and didn't speak, only nodded.

The vast blue waves of the lake are still the same.