In the ninefold heaven, in front of the Guanghan Palace. Although Qing Huan has missed this "mansion of vast cold and pure emptiness" thousands of times, it is inevitable that he is a little timid in his heart.

She didn't know if everything she was once familiar with would have a sense of strangeness and distance after two thousand years, she was extremely worried.

Suddenly, a young man quickly ran out of it, and when he saw the Moon God Xingjun, he quickly stopped his steps, stood upright, and saluted very regularly, asking the Moon God Xingjun how he was, and his words and deeds were very standardized.

At first, Qing Huan didn't dare to recognize it, because the person in front of her was very different from the appearance in her impression, until she saw his stereotypical appearance of a young man, she exclaimed: "Sikong?!"

Sikong Chong Qinghuan squeezed his eyebrows, as if he was dissatisfied with her yelling.

Qing Huan reunited with his old friend, and he didn't care about any homesickness, jumped up in a few steps, pulled Sikong's arm, and said with a big grin: "Are you Sikong? When did you grow so tall." "I looked at it: "My appearance has also changed a little, and I almost didn't recognize it." ”

Because of the Moon God Star Monarch by his side, Sikong was a little restrained, but even his hair was full of joy.

Xiao Xiangjun's eyes were full of points, and he said: "Sikong, in an hour, bring Qinghuan to Suyao Star Palace, and the master wants to see her." ”

"Understood. Sikong bowed," Xingjun walked slowly. ”

Qing Huan also followed the commitment and saluted.

After the Moon God Xingjun left, Qing Huan was like a loose pony, let go of Huan, pulled Sikong's sleeve and ran to the Guanghan Palace, greeting happily all the way, and in the end, Sikong really couldn't stand it anymore, and reluctantly dragged her off a big rock.

"What are you doing to drag me. She was talking to the little frog.

Sikong said helplessly: "It took you a long time to stop and go in just a few dozen meters, and I heard that there are many flowers, birds, fish and insects in the fairy land of Zhongnan Mountain, natural scenery, why have you been there for two thousand years, but you have never seen the world." ”

Qing Huan glanced at Sikong, he didn't understand, when she was in Guanghan Palace before, she was just close to them, but now that she has learned to be psychic, naturally it is another way to put it, all of a sudden, those so-called childhood playmates can communicate, and it is no longer her unilateral self-talk, so she is so excited.

Qing Huan shook his hand, and the droplets of water on his fingertips ran onto Sikong's clothes, soaking and dyeing, Sikong frowned, he loves cleanliness extremely and can't tolerate a trace of stains, unlike Qing Huan, who has played himself as a little mud monkey since he was a child, many times, he feels incredible, he can tolerate someone so informal.

"Qing Huan!" Sikong gritted his teeth, leaving obvious marks on his robe, not water stains, but Qing Huan's masterpiece, who knows when she hid a lump of mud in the palm of her hand, and took advantage of his inattention, wiped it all up, he used a spell to conjure up a set of clean clothes to change into.

Qing Huan said loudly on the side: "I didn't expect it to be as clean as ever, what's wrong with the mud, this is the breath of nature." ”

Sikong didn't care about her in general, and looked up and down: "Over the years, why haven't I seen you grow taller, before, only here, now..." ”

One was careless, the two didn't pay attention, and he was pulled back to a city, height has always been Qing Huan's pain, in fact, she is not short among girls, it is also a standard height, plus her limbs are slender, and she looks like her figure is also well-proportioned, but Sikong This guy has grown faster than ordinary people since he was a child, and now he is a teenager, and he is even taller, and like someone, she can't see them on the top of their heads when she looks up.

When it comes to someone, Qing Huan began to imagine in his mind, I don't know how he is in the Eastern Wilderness, what he has done, what people are around, whether there are girls, if there are girls pursuing him, what should he do, will he.... The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

The fact that Qing Huan would suddenly wander and fall into her own world was actually very common, and Sikong was no longer surprised, and suddenly shouted in her ear: "There are mice." "I even used conjure-ups to conjure a mouse, although it disappeared after a while.

"Ahh

Qing Huan raised his eyebrows angrily, and his aftershock did not disappear, he sacrificed the "Snow Cloud Fan", waved it towards Sikong, and said while fighting: "Stinky Sikong, you actually dare to tease me, wait for me to go to Suyao Star Palace in a while, see Aunt Mu, tell her that you bully me, see if she doesn't beat your ass and bloom." ”

Although Qing Huan collected a few points, the fan was still fierce, Sikong dodged left and right, his body was light, and he occasionally blocked it with the help of spiritual power, and he didn't even touch his body when he came and went.

Sikong said lightly: "My mother has always protected you, and I can't help it, she is my biological mother, and it's nothing to be beaten, but Qing Huan, they all say that Zhongnan Mountain is the fairyland of the spiritual vein, you have been gone for so long, and you have cultivated...."After a volley, he continued: "How can I get it, I don't see any growth." ”

This sentence is a bit against his will, Qing Huan at this time, whether it is spiritual power or cultivation, when he is in the Guanghan Palace, it can be said that there is a world of difference, Sikong said this, but he used the method of agitation, even if he wore out his mouth in the past, Qing Huan's strong temper, but he was not willing to practice at all, but now one move and one style looks good, he is very happy.

Sikong has been very hard since he was a child, and he can't practice his schoolwork every day, Qinghuan sees it, even Xingjun has praised him for his efforts, and he is completely the opposite, he doesn't want to make progress, he is greedy and lazy, but since she went to Zhongnan Mountain, she doesn't say that she has changed her past, and it is not what it used to be.

"Xiao Sikong, do you know a sentence, it is about the three days of Shibei, you should be impressed. Qing Huan condensed her spiritual power, her palm facing down, and the snow cloud fan rotated rapidly under her hand, and her spiritual power fused, whirring.

Qing Huan and Sikong are about the same size, and they don't want to be the little one, so the two will always take advantage of each other in words.

"Sister Qinghuan, it's useless to brag about yourself, you still have to speak with strength. "Sikong sacrificed a tower-shaped magic weapon, and with just one glance, he knew that it was not a mortal thing.

An extremely strong spiritual power rose from Sikong's feet, soaring into the sky, the tower-like magic weapon was ready to move, and the spiritual power fused into the tower, exuding a strong aura.

Compare the power of the "Snow Cloud Fan" in Qing Huan's hand, in terms of magic weapons alone, although the "Snow Cloud Fan" is only a fragment and cannot be compared with its predecessor, it is also stronger than a large number of first-grade magic weapons, but no matter how powerful Rao is magic weapon, it also depends on the spiritual cultivation of its owner, which is the so-called complementarity.

Sikong was calm and calm, smiling lightly, waiting for Qing Huan to make the first move.