The fairy hurriedly said: "Why should the fairy be so polite, the goddess has always been kind to the Snow Pavilion." ”

Ting Lan's face was slightly gloomy, and she said, "Bring me a peach wood sword." ”

Xian'e didn't say anything more, and immediately put away the white jade sword and went to get the peachwood sword.

Ting Lan took the peachwood sword and walked out into the courtyard.

In the quiet night, in the quiet courtyard, there are a few fireflies. In the dark night, there is a sweet floral fragrance, and the smell is very pleasant. The goddess of Jiuhua used to be a flower fairy under the seat of the god of flowers, and she is also a person who loves flowers very much, right?!

Looking at the shadowy flowers and plants in the distance, she wanted to find out.

Cangwu Mountain doesn't seem to like to use the night pearl very much!

The courtyard is lit with yellow palace lanterns. It has eight small corners, which is very chic. This is something that has never been seen in other courtyards anywhere else. On the palace lamp, there seems to be something, fine patterns. Under the illumination of the lights, there seems to be a never-ending momentum.

She stood on the corridor and glanced at the end.

At the end is a colonnade. On the pillar, there is a carved head of a foxy beast.

The corridor is quite wide, barely strong, and can be regarded as a sword dance. I hope these immortals don't think they are noisy.

Ting Lan casually looked at the peachwood sword under the palace lamp. The body of the sword is warm, as if it has a white light, flowing in private. It's time for a peachwood sword that's been around for some years.

She smiled and said, "Sister, what's your name?"

That Xian'e was shocked at first, and then quickly replied: "My name is Xiao Ling, Ling of Lingxiao Palace." ”

"Sister Xiao Ling, you want everyone to stay away from my yard, it will be very noisy when I practice swords. Ting Lan smiled.

The fairy named Xiao Ling said with a smile: "Fairy don't mind, this is nothing." Everyone is a fairy, and the time spent here is at least more than 30,000 years, and everyone is looking forward to this palace to be lively! ”

Ting Lan felt that the smile on his face was a little stiff.

Snow Queen is his own ancestor, and he has never seen it. The legends about the Snow Queen have never stopped.

The people in the snow pavilion all say that the snow queen has a cold temperament and likes to be quiet.

I've been in the Snow Pavilion for more than 30,000 years!

Isn't it much more deserted than here?!

At least here, there are at least a hundred immortals!

"Xiao Ling, you can be casual, get together to play, eat melon seeds, guess riddles, throw dice, push pai gow~ It's okay, you don't have to be so restricted. There are only two people on the left and right, me and His Royal Highness. Everyone didn't speak, so quiet, indeed, it was a little deserted. ”

Ting Lan thought about it for a while, and said the above words very sincerely.

Xiao Ling was very puzzled and said, "What is pushing pai gow? What is throwing dice? The fairy said in a good voice!"

The expression on Ting Lan's face suddenly became a little strange. She took a deep look at Xiao Ling, with a slightly distressed expression, and said with a little embarrassment: "Eh, these are the two new games in the Nine Heavens, which are newly popular, and I will teach you to play next time I have the opportunity." I'm going to have to start practicing my sword. ”

Xiao Ling replied and left with a hint of admiration.

Ting Lan danced the sword in a complicated mood.

He is not a sword immortal. The master told himself that when he completed his studies in the future, he would give him an ancient artifact.

Not sure what it is. All in all, I'm looking forward to it.

Now his cultivation is almost equivalent to nothing.

When you can't calm down, practice the sword and relieve it.

At the beginning, the swordsmanship that Uncle Shi insisted on handing over to him came in handy when he was most disappointed.

When my uncle taught me swordsmanship, I must not have thought that I would use the sword she taught to relieve my mood!

I don't know, if Uncle Shi knows, will he feel sad!

While she practiced her sword, her mind wandered.

More than 30,000 days and nights, the days and nights spent in the snow pavilion have become vivid in my memory. Most of the time, I practice with all my heart.

When I think of the day I was in Miaohuajing, my mood is like boiling water, extremely uncalm.

The sword in his hand, as his mood changed, became sharp and flying.

Unconsciously, the sword moves in his hand have departed from the style he was originally familiar with in his mind.

Under the light of the night pearl, in the empty corridor, a girl in a blue robe, holding a peachwood sword, the expression on her face flickered bright and dark, sunny and rainy.

The flowers and trees in the yard did not move in the light of the night pearl.

In this garden, there is not a trace of wind.

The sword in the girl's hand is getting faster and faster.

The girl shouted, and the sword in her hand had already flown out.

There is a tall osmanthus tree in the yard. This peachwood sword fell on the branches of this osmanthus tree.

The girl with slightly sweaty palms walked quickly to the osmanthus tree and took back the peachwood sword.

She examined the sword carefully, worried about whether it would be damaged.

Fortunately, she was lucky. Peachwood's sword is still intact.

She was satisfied, and put her sword away. looked around, and saw Xiao Ling, who was talking to him just now.

She whispered something and handed her the peachwood sword.

Xiao Ling smiled and left.

After returning to the hall, Ting Lan felt a little sleepy.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the sound of sword dancing just now sounded in my mind.

It's like the sound of your own sword, and it's like the sound of someone else's sword.

She sat up and listened carefully. Nothing was heard.

She was a little confused. When I got up and went to bed, I suddenly saw a small peachwood sword at the head of the bed. This sword is exactly the same as the one I used just now!

Did Xiao Ling receive the sword here later?

It's weird.

I didn't see it myself!

Perhaps, when he was bathing, Xiao Ling put it in?

That's how it should be.

She picked up the peachwood sword and looked at it carefully in the light of the night pearl.

This peachwood sword looks exactly the same as the sword he just used. Now, after looking at it for a while, I feel like it's different again.

What's the difference???

She couldn't tell.

After watching it for a while, she was really sleepy. She placed the peachwood sword on the head of the bed and fell asleep.

The light of the night pearl does not seem to affect sleep at all.

She slept very deeply.

Halfway through, Xue Yi came to see her once. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he left by himself.

Ting Lan had a dream.

In the dream, there was a girl in a blue robe, dancing a sword in the empty corridor. The sound of the sword was sonorous, and in a trance, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The sound of the sword dance is getting louder and louder, and it is getting more and more fierce—