When standing on the edge of the blue sea, Ting Lan had a moment of trance.

The salty sea breeze and the pure white sand beach appear in front of you like a dream.

"Uncle Junior, is it your first time here?" she spurred on the topic, allowing herself to find a sense of authenticity.

"Yes!" Qing Ming kicked the pebble, his tone relaxed.

"You're the second time?" he seemed to remember that when Ting Lan disappeared before, he had strayed into the Boundless Sea. There was a shadow of a feather in his heart. Shadow, after all, is a shadow! He had already tried to let himself accept that the woman in front of him was called Ting Lan, not Yu Fan, who he had known many years ago.

"Well," Ting Lan looked reluctant to talk more, "Let's go find Luofu Shenjun and Qingtong Emperor!"

Ting Lan looked down at the pure white stones under his feet. It seems that no one has ever been there. Here, what marks can be left for Luofu Shenjun to know?

With that, she bent down and picked up a slightly larger stone. She thought for a moment, tore off a corner of her robe, wrapped the stone in this rag, and placed it on the seashore.

"Hey, I say, Ting Lan," said the man in black, like a young man, "the wind is so strong here, and the broken steps on the stones, I don't know when, they will be blown away!"

The girl in blue was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Here, it seems that no immortal method can be used. So, she can only use this stupidest method!

"But, but—" The girl didn't know what to say.

"Are there any other signs?" Qing Ming asked softly, raising his eyebrows.

In Ting Lan's mind, he immediately remembered the pure white stones.

Although Luofu Shenjun was not a disciple of the Snow Pavilion, his mother was the high priest of the Snow Pavilion in the previous generation. For the things in the Snow Pavilion, it is very familiar to say.

As for Emperor Qingtong, he should also be familiar with it.

Pure white stone, pure white platform—and pure white snow!In the midst of the lightning and flint, she felt as if she knew something.

She crouched down and picked up some rocks of various sizes.

What is there to pick up stones?

This nephew, why is he a little natural?

Qing Ming watched the girl pick up stones, and the expression on her face was a little complicated.

Such a stubborn appearance that doesn't speak is really a bit similar to the previous Yu Fantasy!

Feather Fantasy, do you, remember?

His gaze drifted, and he was cold, and he heard the voice of his nephew sound:

"Uncle Junior, why don't you help pick up some stones!"

Yes?!

What is this operation?

"What are you doing picking up stones?" asked Qing Ming.

"It works!" replied Tinglan as she picked up the stone. I don't mind at all, my blue clothes are stained with white stone chips, which is very conspicuous.

"What's the use?" Qing Ming looked puzzled, squatted down, and helped pick up the stones, still very puzzled in his heart.

This kid is still the same as before, he doesn't have any eyesight at all!

If you ask yourself, shouldn't you tell you what you need to ask? This is too shameless!

Forget it, fortunately, I am not such a caring person.

"Leave a mark for the Divine Monarch!" Ting Lan said, already getting up.

In her arms, she carried a lot of stones. She stood still, picked a nice spot, and started throwing stones!

Obediently, why did you throw away this stone when you picked it up?

The man in the dark clothes, holding some white stones in his arms, looked at her for a long time.

The familiar face in front of him seemed to have become unfamiliar. The appearance of frowning and concentrating, there is a temperament that has never been seen before - it is the temperament of a superior person!

Such a temperament suddenly appeared on Ting Lan's body!

What a disobedience!

He stood there, his eyes wandering. In the back of my mind, there is a cluster of pure white begonia flowers.

"Uncle Junior, what are you thinking?" The girl who had already placed the stone in her hand turned around and saw a little uncle who seemed to be thinking about something.

Qing Ming came back to his senses, handed the stone in his arms to the girl, and then said: "I didn't think about anything! I just don't know where Luofu Shenjun and Qingtong Emperor are." ”

"Uncle Shi, do you know how big the Wufu Sea is?" Ting Lan changed the topic as he threw the stone.

The stones are somewhat small. Fortunately, I picked up enough of them myself. As the stones continue to be picked up, they are picked up and thrown down. On the pure white sand, a small pure white platform has appeared.

Qing Ming was still bent on his waist, picking up stones.

When he got up and handed the stone to the girl, he suddenly felt tired.

What the hell is this place? It seems that there is no way to use any immortal method?

Legs, it's a little sore!

It's strange, how does it feel, it's like being in the mortal dust!

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and still picked up the stones.

"Enough stones, uncle!" said above his head.

It's like heaven!

Qing Ming threw all the pebbles he picked up in his hand on the beach. Then, he stood firm.

I don't know, what the hell is Tinglan doing!

He raised his eyes, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes!

That pure white platform, those pure white stones, piled up together, piled up into a high platform! Isn't that what the high platform in the Snow Pavilion looks like?

Qing Ming softened some of the shock in his heart, and just wanted to ask something. How do you know, but I heard Ting Lan say: "Uncle Shi, stand on these stones." ”

Qing Ming stood up as he said. He felt his body becoming lighter, and his legs, which had been sore just now, were back to normal.

He glanced at Ting Lan curiously.

"Uncle Shi, perhaps, this is an existence similar to the 'realm'. Ting Lan's tone was indifferent.

Saying that, the girl didn't take into account her little uncle's very puzzled eyes, but stood on the very central platform with a glance like the previous few times.

"Uncle Shi, come here. Ting Lan looked at the man in black who was standing on the white stone with an unpredictable expression on his face and said.

Qing Ming hesitated.

Is it really good for a man or a woman to be so close to his own teacher and nephew?

"Let's go to the next place. The girl's tone was light and light.

Yes?!

What kind of operation is this?

Didn't you say that you want to find Luofu Shenjun in the Wufu Sea?

Qing Ming didn't know what to say for a while.

He hesitated and stepped onto the high platform.

Ting Lan contemplated and remembered that set of mental methods.

However, between Sumeru, the two have come to another place. On the white sand, there is nothing. Not far away, there seems to be some green plants. Here, where is it?

Qing Ming looked at Ting Lan with questions.

After what happened just now, Emperor Qingying found that he really wanted to treat the woman in front of him as Tinglan.

Feather Fantasy, how could this have happened?

The woman in front of her, although her face looked like a feather illusion. Moreover, he can also be sure that she is the feather illusion of the year. On that day, after she jumped off the marrow washing pool, she was no longer a feather illusion.

What a sad fact!

You can only accept it.