On the bank of the stream, in the teahouse of the mountain god Qingxiao.

Just as a hundred years ago, as a hundred years later, she pulled up her pale blue sleeves and wiped down the wooden table in the teahouse.

She glanced up at the gray sky and thought it was raining.

This rain is an extraordinary rain, but a spiritual rain that falls from the floating Luo ancient tree at the top of the Cloud Abyss Realm, which can make the grass and trees condense their spirits.

No one can tell how big and how many rings there are in the ancient tree, but it is said that there were Kunpeng and phoenixes staying on it, which is comparable to the size of the fairy gate.

The Floating Heaven Luo Ancient Wood is also the dwelling place of the Lord of the Cloud Abyss Realm.

But since she was born, she had never met the realm master, and over the years, she had also met other realm spirits, and it was the same situation.

The mysterious Cloud Abyss Realm Lord, and the equally mysterious Oracle always made her curious.

Chonglou is the important place of the Yunyuan Realm, so she can occasionally meet the oracles who come to strengthen the enchantment, and therefore know the unknown hobbies of the oracles.

——As a high-ranking Yunyuan envoy, he actually likes to drink the four sacrificial wines in the world.

Although Qingxiao can see her four times a year, he rarely talks to her.

And the oracle always came and went, never stopping for a moment in the spiritual veins.

The only time I stayed for a long time was when I first woke up from a big dream.

Before that, the death of her lover made her close her consciousness, and she planned to return this body to heaven and earth, and to merge with the spiritual veins.

But one day, the village chief offered spring wine in the temple above the spiritual vein, and the oracle happened to strengthen the village barrier, and then, a mischievous child stepped on the mechanism and fell into the spiritual vein.

So, the oracle awakened her.

And told her that in two hundred years, her lover would revisit the old place.

So, Qingxiao conjured up a teahouse by the river, waiting for his return.

On the side of the teahouse, there is a tall tower.

The oracle said that it was sealed with her lover's piano, Zixiao.

One of the ancient artifacts that the world has been searching for.

Qingxiao thought to himself, but no matter how strong the artifact is, what's the use? It's not that it can't save him.

The oracle said, "If anyone enters this village, whoever he is, if he offers to take this harp, let him take it." ”

Soon, a hundred years flashed by the snap of a finger.

When Qingxiao saw the two strange men and women brought by the child in front of her, she was stunned in place, forgetting the rag in her hand, she took a few steps forward excitedly, stopped in front of them and looked carefully, and muttered in disbelief, "Really...... Coming?"

Will her lover return one day?

The senior brother politely arched his hand and said, "The girl is the Lord of the Mountain God, and Tang Jun, a disciple of the Lower Cloud Sect, has come here to pass on the word of the Immortal of Zhuohua. ”

"Zhuohua Shangxian?" Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself how this name feels a little familiar?

The oracle often mentions him, with a look of gritting his teeth, and so on, as if Qiubai has also mentioned it......

Ah, Autumn White......

Qingxiao couldn't help but feel low when she thought of him.

"Zhuohua Shangxian is the ninth generation sect master of the Liuyun Sect of the First Immortal Gate of the Three Realms, and the master has entrusted him to send a message to the mountain god to express his apologies. ”

"Apologize?" Qingxiao doesn't understand, and she doesn't know what Zhuohua Shangxian is, how can she apologize?

"Shizun said that the oath of Qiubai Gongzi and you, 'this life and this life, this love will not be extinguished, the mountains and rivers, and the rivers will not be swerving' can no longer be completed. ”

"Why?" Qingxiao frowned, and was about to get angry, so he heard the senior brother say again, "Shizun also said that the affection of Young Master Qiubai for you is by no means a fraud, just a ......"

"Just?"

"It's just ......" Senior Brother was stuck, he really didn't dare to say it.

Along the way, listening to the old man tell the story of the mountain god, he couldn't face the mountain god who knew the truth.

Glancing at the stuck senior brother, Changsi sighed slightly in his heart, and said to Qingxiao, "Lord Mountain God, Young Master Qiubai is the reincarnation of the doppelganger of Shizun, and now that wisp of soul has returned to the body, so Young Master Qiubai will never come back." ”

"......" Qingxiao looked at them, silent, and didn't believe this set of arguments, she naturally thought that they were talking nonsense.

After all, the oracle had said that after two hundred years, lovers would revisit the same place, and now she only had to wait another hundred years.

So, compared to them, who don't know where they came from, she believed the words of the oracle.

Who knew that Changsi said, "If the mountain god doesn't believe it, then don't believe it." ”

"We came here with one more request, asking Lord Yamagami to open the door of the heavy building. ”

Hearing this, Qingxiao noticed Changsi, she looked at the girl who had been ignored by her before, and her expression was slightly surprised.

It's really like an oracle...... Why didn't you notice it at first?

Qingxiao thought to himself, since they are both realm spirits, then don't embarrass them.

She asked, "Do you know what's in the building?"

The senior brother replied, "The ancient artifact, Zixiaoqin, we are here for this. ”

Qingxiao lowered his eyes, "...... Did he tell you?"

"Yes. ”

"Your master, the Burning Immortal...... What kind of person is he?"

"Master......" Senior Brother paused, thinking to himself if he wanted to say that Shizun was the first beauty in the Three Realms?

If he said that, he would be beaten by the master when he found out.

So, he said, "Shizun is a person who is cold on the outside and gentle on the inside. ”

Sure enough, this hasn't changed!

Qingxiao smiled softly, "I know, I will open the door of the heavy building for you." ”

On the other side, under the lake.

The black shadow fell asleep, and the moment the heavy building opened, it woke up again.

Seeing the blue-robed monk in the water curtain, it let out an ugly laugh, "Hahaha, Lord Oracle, you are in good health this time, and the deity likes it very much." ”

"That's not for you. The oracle's icy voice rang in its head.

The black shadow was unhappy, and he didn't need to be honorific, "Then what are you sending them in?"

"Take the violin. ”

"For that broken harp, what about it?" the Black Shadow sneered at the ancient artifact and demanded, "According to the agreement, you should give the deity a body." ”

After a pause, it said again, "The deity thinks that your body is good." ”

Made from the branches of the floating tree, it is above cause and effect and is not subject to karma.

What a perfect existence!

The Oracle snorted coldly, "Hmph, you think it's beautiful. ”

"Speaking of which, that girl is also the body of the floating heavenly ancient tree, do you think the deity will give up this opportunity?"

The Oracle ignored its threats, "You can try. ”

"And how long are you going to trap me?"

"You already know the location of the Demon Realm Bead, and my promise to you has been fulfilled!"

"Why are you trapping me?"

"Huh. The oracle chuckled in a low voice, and his tone suddenly became harsh, "Do you know that Qiu Ze has perished?"

The black shadow was silent for a moment, and then defended, "That incident was an accident, not to mention that it wasn't done by the deity, so why are you angry with me?"

"Is it really anger?" the oracle questioned him.

The Shadow replied weakly, "It was really just an accident...... After all, I don't want to get caught in the fire of karma. ”

"Don't waste your efforts, you won't be able to leave the heavy building until I investigate. ”

After the oracle finished speaking, the water curtain also dissipated.