There are still more than half a month! More than 20 days!

Do you have to spend every day with such anxiety?

Sitting in the empty inner room, her fingertips moved slightly, and as soon as her mind turned, a puppet paper figure appeared in front of her.

"Pour me a cup of tea. She commanded unceremoniously.

The paper man smiled and answered, and after a while, he immediately brought a cup of hot tea.

Xue Yi drank tea with peace of mind, and said, "Chat with me." ”

The paper man smiled and did not speak.

"Hmm, these paper people, there is no way to chat? No wonder every time, the paper people of Shizun don't speak. I thought those paper people were as quiet as Shizun!"

"It turned out that he couldn't speak. ”

She crossed Erlang's legs, drank the tea comfortably, and said very happily: "Go, send a message to my brother, saying that it is inconvenient for me to go out of the Snow Pavilion in the future, and let him arrange for Xiao Xian'e to come to the Snow Pavilion to bring me food, just send two portions of each meal." ”

The paper man smiled and nodded, and after a while floated away.

After sending off the paper man, Xue Yi felt a little sleepy. Why are you so sleepy?

She didn't think much of it, and fell asleep.

I fell asleep, as if nothing had anything to do with me.

At this moment, in Ziwei Palace, the emperor and queen were sitting opposite each other, and their faces were not very good-looking.

"My people, they searched the entire Nine Heavens, but they didn't find Ting Lan. ”

"How so?" was a slightly surprised voice, accompanied by the sound of broken porcelain.

There is a little palace e, who came to clean up in response, and was drunk back by the emperor.

Silence, boundless silence, enveloped the entire hall.

"Then, go to the mortal world to find out?" After a long silence, Xi Shui spoke timidly.

The purple-clothed emperor, for a while, looked unpredictable. For many years, many, many years, he had never experienced such a dilemma.

In the Nine Heavens, the existence of Ziwei Palace, which is beyond the Heavenly Monarch and Queen of Heaven, has almost become an iron law and an inevitability.

I have also been handy for many years. Except, many years ago, he had tracked down a person, but there was no way to find the trace of that person.

Later, not many thousands of years later, that person chose to drown in an unknown sea.

Since then, he has had few opponents in the entire Nine Heavens.

The obscure name, the name that seemed radiant in front of the master, for a while, like vines, crawled all over his heart.

Ah Mei, how did you know about this?

disappeared into the Nine Heavens with Ting Lan, and the ghostly Ah Mei. What is the junior brother who deviated from the past and was forced to be expelled from the sect by the master, but now, what should he do?

He felt a headache.

"I'm going to return to the ruins. Emperor Ziwei raised his forehead and said.

Xi Shui said firmly: "I'll go with you." ”

Perhaps, if the master is still there, the problems encountered today will no longer be problems.

"No, I'll go with Si Ming. ”

When Xishui heard this, he didn't speak again, he looked at it left and right, and said, "I'm going to sit in Wutong Valley?"

"No, you're in Ziwei Palace, waiting for me to come back. "Emperor Ziwei said.

Xishui nodded.

Emperor Ziwei suddenly stepped forward and gave Xishui a hug.

"Ah Shui, many years ago, there was a fairy who used to be my nightmare. But at that time, it is estimated that you were not born yet. I'm going to ask Si Ming to see where that immortal has gone. ”

After Emperor Ziwei finished speaking, he disappeared into the Ziwei Palace.

"What was the name of that immortal in the past?" Xishui sighed after speaking.

The whole hall is very quiet. The white-robed Empress Ziwei still felt that something was unusual.

"Bodhi, do you know anything?"

The melancholy tone is distressing.

A woman dressed in light purple clothes appeared in front of Xishui and bowed deeply.

A pair of tranquil eyes, looking at the water, his gaze is calm and waveless.

"Do you know anything?" asked Xi Shui again.

Bodhi said in a low voice: "Niangniang, let the emperor tell you about this matter! ”

"Why?" Xishui raised an eyebrow, "You really know." ”

Bodhi bowed his head and said nothing.

"Is it really related to Ting Lan?" asked Xi Shui.

Bodhi thought for a moment and said, "Niangniang, do you remember, the history of the Snow Pavilion?"

"Of course I know that. "Xishui is full of confidence," Shizun specially instructed me back then, saying that my ability to cultivate immortals is average, and I am really not as smart as Xichan, so it is better to choose one aspect and learn it carefully. Because of Shizun's words, I know the history of the Snow Pavilion well. I'm afraid that even the emperor doesn't know the things, I know it clearly. ”

Bodhi listened, bowed his head, and did not speak.

"No," Xi Shui said, "What does this have to do with the history of the Snow Pavilion?"

Bodhi's tone paused slightly, and he said, "The high priest of the Snow Pavilion, the high priest of the past dynasties, the ending is not very good. This is better known than Bodhi. ”

"Yes," there was a bit of embarrassment in Xi Shui's tone.

She looked up at the white jade floor in the hall, and for a moment, her thoughts flew to the Snow Pavilion many years ago.

"Ah Shui, do you want to be the high priest of the Snow Pavilion?"

Shizun was lying on the desk while writing calligraphy, asking himself who was studying ink on the side.

"What's so good about being a high priest?" at that time, he asked innocently and ignorantly.

She also deeply remembered that the tip of the master's pen paused slightly, and said: "The high priests of the Snow Pavilion in the past dynasties, the final fate was not very good. ”

"Huh?" doesn't it sound very majestic?

It's really puzzling.

"Ah Shui," Shizun's words sounded in his ears again, "It's better to let your Ah Chan be the high priest! You are the eldest disciple of this generation, in the future, you will be your little junior sister's umbrella!"

Scenes from the past.

All this is as the master wishes. He successfully married from the Snow Pavilion, became the hostess of Ziwei Palace, and became a powerful foreign aid to the Snow Pavilion. After the decline of the Yi clan, he became the most important existence in supporting the Snow Pavilion.

"What does this have to do with the High Priest of the Snow Pavilion?" asked Xi Shui as his thoughts pulled back from the past.

"An existence like Ting Lan is like a future high priest!" Bodhi said.

"How so?" said Xi Shui, almost blurting out.

Among the disciples of the Snow Pavilion in this generation, everyone knows who the candidates are to become the high priest in the future.

Except for the biological daughter of the Snow Queen, there is no one else, who is more suitable.

"Since Niangniang is familiar with the history of the Snow Pavilion, she should know that there was a high priest of the Snow Pavilion back then, who was amazingly talented, unruly and arrogant, and extremely intelligent, and once ignored the powerful immortals of the entire Nine Heavens, including the emperor. Bodhi said slowly.

Xishui only felt the world spinning.

There are some details that come back to me over and over again.

There is only one such a high priest with an arrogant personality for millions of years.

"What did you say, does the Emperor know?" asked Xi Shui.

"Back then, none of the gods could find the treacherous high priest, just like the blue fairy today. Bodhi's tone was indifferent.

"Is it the Emperor, who asked you to say this to me?" asked Xi Shui again.

Bodhi lowered his head and did not speak. She uses acquiescence to convey her attitude.

"You also know the history of the Snow Pavilion?" asked Xi Shui.

"Niangniang, I have been with the emperor for hundreds of thousands of years. After the emperor knew that I was going to the Snow Pavilion, he taught me something by the way. The emperor said, Niangniang, rest assured, Xue Pavilion and Ziwei Palace, now and in the future, will always be one. ”

Bodhi's voice was as soft as a swallow's murmur, and there was no way to refuse.