No one spoke.

In the snow pavilion, white snowflakes are flying down. Large, large snowflakes fell silently.

Qingluan looked at the snow pavilion where the snowflakes fell, and looked at the snowflakes falling in the snow pavilion, and felt strange for the first time.

Once, she guarded the high priest of the Snow Pavilion for two generations!

This is also the most important reason why, whether it is the Snow Pavilion or the Lingxiao Palace, they all respect themselves and respect themselves.

After guarding two generations of high priests, Qingluan felt that his feelings for the Snow Pavilion were very deep. With such a spell-like fate, she is not even.

What else could she do but be upright?

For the first time, Qingluan felt his insignificance.

"Auntie, there are some things that are far from what you are simple about. Xichan said softly.

Qingluan lowered her eyelids and did not speak.

"Auntie, you are much older than me, and you also know the former high priest of Ruhuang. But did you know that in Snow Pavilion's "Snow Pavilion Chronicles", there is no memory of her. Xichan's tone was light. The look in his eyes was very melancholy.

Qingluan chuckled in her heart. She really didn't know anything very about such a secret thing.

Xichan sighed and said, "Auntie, Xue Ge has never been involuntarily. Snow Pavilion is your own choice. ”

Qingluan is in a hurry.

Xichan suddenly coughed. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

When he saw the blood on the snow-white veil, Qingluan was in a hurry!!

"Grandma!"

Xichan waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, auntie." I'm just in too much of a hurry. ”

Qingluan's face was full of desire to speak.

"The choice of Snow Pavilion has always been like this. Xichan said lightly.

Qingluan was speechless for a long time.

"Auntie, this may sound a little cruel. Xichan said.

Qingluan hesitated.

"Your so-called guardianship is just companionship. ”

The cold voice seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Pure white begonia flowers, flashing in my mind.

"But this is the fate chosen by the Snow Pavilion!" Xichan said lightly.

To be cruel, or not to be cruel?

This doesn't matter.

Xichan indifferently put away the handkerchief in her hand, and her mood was very calm.

"Ah Chan, your body—" Qingluan looked ashamed.

"It's okay, auntie. Qingluan's tone was indifferent.

The lifespan of the High Priest of the Snow Pavilion, speaking of which, has little to do with whether the High Priest himself is in good health or not.

Once upon a time, the high priest of Ruhuang said goodbye to the Snow Pavilion in his prime.

Princess Yiduan, also in the best years, disappeared into the Nine Heavens.

and Princess Yihuan, who also died in the beautiful and splendid years.

And now, I can be regarded as a child.

I'm already coughing up blood.

My body, without any discomfort. Feel that you are still in your prime, perhaps, your life is nearing the end?

"Achan, you still have to pay more attention to your body. Xue Yi, Ting Lan and Bodhi are still young!" Qingluan's voice was gentle, and he returned to his usual appearance in front of people.

Xichan smiled and didn't say anything more.

Qingluan was a little uncomfortable. Looking at the fluttering snowflakes and the year-round snow in the Snow Pavilion, her thoughts drifted far, far away.

She has guarded the high priest of the Snow Pavilion for two generations.

She has accompanied two generations of High Priests of the Snow Pavilion.

So far, he still has half a foot in the Snow Pavilion.

No, perhaps, she never really knew about Snow Pavilion. Just like the Houtu Palace that she had never deeply understood.

"Auntie, the birth of the Queen of Heaven may be very dangerous, unless you can meet someone with the destiny of heaven, you can turn evil into good fortune. Xichan said in a concise tone.

"What does it mean to be a person with the mandate of heaven?" Qingluan was puzzled.

"Just like when the Luofu Divine Monarch returned from the mortal world, he has an experience or a heart that ordinary immortals do not have. ”

The voice of the high priest was as soft as a snowflake.

"The one with the destiny?" Qingluan muttered.

If you want to say that you have the destiny of heaven, who else is there besides the people of the Snow Pavilion?

Qingluan took a deep look at the plain woman in front of her, and her tone was gentle.

"In a few days, you take Xue Yi and a few of them to Lingxiao Hall to sit down!"

With such a sincere tone, such sincere words, and such a warm invitation, no one can refuse ruthlessly.

Xichan is not a bystander. She is the High Priestess of the Snow Pavilion.

She took a deep look at the blue-shirted woman in front of her, and there was a little bit of compassion in her eyes.

"Auntie, that person of destiny is not from the Snow Pavilion. ”

"How is that possible?"

In the tone, there was a panic that Qingluan himself was not aware of.

When I was in Wutong Valley, my sister-in-law was so happy!

If something happens to that child, how will she face her sister-in-law, how will she face Qingxi, how will she face Lingxiao Palace?

"Auntie, anything is possible. ”

The snow in the snow pavilion, I don't know when, has stopped.

The snowflakes lie quietly on the ice and snow, blending with the white ice and snow all year round.

Qingluan looked at these snowflakes and finally calmed down.

"So, that, who could it be?"

After hesitating, Qingluan finally spoke.

The high priest looked at her and did not speak for a long time.

"The reincarnation of cause and effect can't be avoided after all. ”

Qingluan was dizzy and fell in the snow pavilion.

The high priest looked at her coldly and did not help her.

She is the high priest of the Snow Pavilion, and she has no way to help her and support her selfishness.

The High Priest of the Snow Pavilion stood on an extremely high position.

The high priest of the Snow Pavilion endured the unbearable loneliness of ordinary people.

The High Priest of the Snow Pavilion never has a good ending.

Even though she knew the final answer, she still wanted to be a little selfish.

What is it to cough up blood?

What is loneliness?

What she wants most is hope to keep this palace in the ice and snow.

Qingluan struggled to get up. After a while, the look on his face returned to the same as before.

"Ah Chan, I'm going to Ziwei Palace, can you accompany me?" Qingluan's tone was still the same as before, sincere and gentle.

The High Priest of the Snow Pavilion took a step back and said, "Auntie, go slowly. ”

Qingluan flashed a trace of astonishment.

Xue Ge's love for himself, is it a life after all?

Xichan smiled reservedly, and there was unprecedented solemnity in her smile.

"My aunt can come to the Snow Pavilion today to listen to me say such things, presumably my aunt also has some plans in her heart. Please also ask my aunt to forgive Xue Ge. ”

Xichan said, bowed very solemnly, and waited until her aunt's figure disappeared into the snow pavilion before she got up.

There are some things, some things that have to be said.

She looked at the pure white snow and sighed slightly.

High Priest of the Snow Pavilion, these five words made her feel so heavy for the first time.

Snow Pavilion, Snow Pavilion, so many years of heavy snow, under the cover, what will it be?

Snow Pavilion, Snow Pavilion, am I going to die?

She stood under the high platform, looking at the pure white snow, in a slight daze.

Such a piece of pure white!

The whole world is pure white!