Mo Liunian was thinking about Zizhu in her heart, and Zizhu really appeared in the palm of her hand again.

Xiao Banxian said: "I didn't expect Zizhu to really completely recognize you as the master, and she can change with your mind." ”

Mo Liunian asked, "Isn't it okay to have white beads?"

The little half-immortal smiled bitterly, "Not for the time being." ”

Mo Liunian accepted the purple beads, and asked Wuji: "Brother, what should we do now?"

The little half-immortal said: "Do you know why this place is called the Ancient Realm?"

Mo Liunian also wanted to know, and the little half-immortal said: "My grandfather once told me a legend, he said that in fact, the ancient god domain did not disappear, but it was isolated and became a lost realm, I remembered this legend when I was in the cemetery of the gods, and now I am even more sure when I come here." That's not a legend, it's true. ”

Mo Liunian was surprised: "You said this is the Ancient God Domain?"

The little half-immortal said: "This is one of them, the same as the graveyard of the gods. ”

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't know what to say.

Xiao Banxian continued: "It's a pity that the ancient gods have died, even if it is a god domain, there is only a ruin left, if my guess is right, the originator of the snow mountain medical vein, including Jiang Shuying and others, has the same duty as the old man of the wooden house, responsible for guarding this god domain, so he must not leave for life." ”

After Xiao Banxian finished speaking, he turned to Mo Liunian, "The other party tried every means to enter here but couldn't, but you came in easily, maybe because you are related here." ”

Mo Liunian blurted out and said, "How is it possible?"

Seeing that Mo Liunian seemed to reject such a statement, the little half-immortal said, "Maybe I was wrong, now everything is speculation." ”

Banxian Yao asked, "Why did those people come here in every possible way?"

Little Half-Immortal shook his head, "I want to know too." ”

Jiang Xiyan has not woken up, everyone is also very tired, there are no living creatures here, fortunately, the grass and trees are very vigorous, the little half-fairy and the half-fairy Yao went out, each found a lot of edible seeds and fruits, and the little half-fairy also found spring water, enough for a few people to wrap their stomachs.

Banxian Yao has no appetite, she only eats two wild fruits and doesn't eat them, everyone knows that Banxian Yao has a heart disease, and she can only heal by herself.

Everyone had eaten and drunk enough to take a nap, and the little half-fairy slept for two hours before waking up, and when he woke up, the others were still sleeping, and the little half-fairy found another strange thing, the position of the sun did not change at all, that is to say, there was no night here.

But the little half-immortal is not very worried, they came here to save Mo Liunian and the half-immortal Yao, now that they are together, everything else is not so important.

The others also woke up, and everyone noticed the anomaly here.

Under the careful care of Banxian Yao, Jiang Xiyan's injuries have finally stabilized, and when she wakes up, Xiao Banxian estimates that it should be three hours.

Jiang Xiyan woke up very weak, and said softly: "Water." ”

Xiao Banxian immediately handed over the water bag, Jiang Xiyan finally came to his senses after a few sips, and when he saw Mo Liunian and Banxian Yao, he immediately showed a look of surprise, "I found you." ”

Banxian Yao hurriedly asked, "Sister Jiang, does it still hurt?"

Jiang Xiyan sat up, "It's much better, thank you Yao'er." ”

Banxian Yao said: "Sister Jiang should not use her true qi during this time, otherwise it will lead to aggravation of the injury." ”

Jiang Xiyan nodded and looked around, "Let's go, let's get out of here quickly." ”

Mirror flowers, moon in the water. Breeze, bamboo shadow. Who turned around a thousand times here, gloomy and sad, and sighed softly. That heart, imprisoned in the passing years, when will it be unsealed.

The shadow in front of the window turned around, and his face was withered, almost like a withered bamboo stained with frost. Ten years of time planted a dull indifference in his eyes, and Xuehua climbed up his temples and scattered into white hair. Seeing Guo Guo raise his face, he smiled faintly, making his eyebrows and eyes rise a hint of warmth.

I have heard the whispers of flowers, the memory of the wind, what else, what else is needed, wear it densely with heart, those with you, in the passing years, bright as silk, like a cinnabar mark, are hidden into ordinary days, can not be lifted, can not be alienated. Well

The full wizard hung the plum in the palm of his hand, the lilac light flowed, the pair of enchanted green eyes gradually dimmed, the clear face under the starlight, a trace of sadness, overflowed from the secluded pool-like eyes, and whispered softly, "The Liquan has dried up, the water of the Yao Pond has dried up, but the snow of Kunlun Mountain has not melted for hundreds of millions of years. Separated from your body and mind, and separated from your life and life, why do you insist on calling her to come across thousands of years?"

Lately, he's been having such a dream. In a bamboo house, in front of the house, he held a flute and blew a "phoenix to come", and a cyan phoenix flew to dance in front of him. The green feather faded, and the phoenix turned into a woman in green clothes and smiled at him. It's just that her face is clear and blurry, and he tries to open his eyes wide, as if he can see clearly, but it is only reflected in the deepest part of his memory, completely blurred.

When the time comes in a trance, I will always think of all the memories, familiar people, and fragmented thoughts one by one, occupying all the things that have stayed in my mind, and often, in the inadvertent flow of thoughts, the layered conjectures, such as the time of flowing water, the withering of falling flowers, have long been gone. Is this also the palpitations that have passed through the years, singing all our joys and sorrows in the Qing Que of a lifetime.

With a new heart, keep the time. The past years, the love in my heart, in the light smile and sigh, has become light. We only need to have a peaceful heart, let the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in a circular interpretation, and carry a cloud and water Zen heart, and let time fly into the myth of immortality.

Occasionally, when Ming Chongyan left, he would see Shan Chao sitting on the branch of a ginkgo tree outside the courtyard, repeatedly wiping Long Yuan's three-foot Qingfeng. He used silk cloth soaked in ice and snow, and from Ming Chongyan's bottom-up angle, he occasionally caught a glimpse of a string of ebony Buddhist beads on his wrist, pressed against a dark red ribbon.

Soft white light spilled out from the jade plate, shining on the face of the gray-handed hairy monkey, Xiao Gray's eyes widened, looking into the Qiankun reincarnation plate, the countless small jade pieces in the jade plate were still sliding silently, like time passing, never ending.

His complexion was like snow, and there were three small red spots under the outer corners of his right eye, which looked like three bloody tears had fallen from the eye of a jewel. The maple leaf disturbed Xue Zhi's vision, and fell all over the river, which also made the three points of cinnabar empty and real, and through the fluttering red ball, she saw that he was smiling lightly at herself. When the autumn breeze gradually rose, his black hair hidden under the brim of his hat also shook in the wind, gently brushing his picturesque face.

Tian Rujing moved his right hand lightly, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the ruby, and then, there was a strange change in the air above his wrist. The faint blue points of light slowly appear in the air, and the points of light are unusually crystalline, as if the brilliance of the stars in the sky is soaked in quicksand, gathering in front of the eyes, shining with touching beauty. The floating points of light seem to be alive, gathering sand and slowly converging, and finally a light blue light curtain appears in the air, and those light points on the light curtain constitute a correct text, and the text content is a fragment of a history book.

Late at night, the winter snow piled up on the ridge of the temple, and there was a sound. The prince's bedroom was dim, and a night pearl fell lonely on the top of Xuanyuan, sprinkling a slight brilliance. The dark shadow of the stone blue curtain was heavy, and Ye Shenyuan sat motionless on the side of the bed, catching the movement around him, only to hear the cold wind drifting through the snowflakes.

"Don't be obsessed with this, Master. Yes and no, no, why is it and not?" Dan Yuan said as he helped Chu Wuchen to sit upright, and injected the spiritual power in his body into his body behind his back. It seems that a warm current flows into his body, Chu Wuchen only feels that he is in the March sun, surrounded by flowers, he is holding the Xiangfei Zhuxiao and playing, reminiscing about the year and dancing in the prosperity, the cloud sleeves are waving lightly, the bees are flying and the butterflies are around, and the fragrance is dotted. Everything in front of him slowly blurred, and he was finally so tired that he closed his eyes.

He staggered to his feet, in the quiet and cool air, the hourglass that verified the flow of years was so conspicuous, the condensation of his right hand flicked his fingers, and the double-layer leakage jumped up in response to the wind, and the glass fragments and fine sand were scattered all over the ground, reflecting the glittering brilliance.

She knew very well that there were still countless stormy waves ahead of her. As his wife, she can only know him, understand him, and help him. He has his predetermined direction, she is either a bright cloud beside him, or a long projection behind him, and the years are like water, when he grows old, will he still want to take her with him?

If you miss the return date after all, will you leave a little earlier in this season next year, and will not let my soft heart accumulate into ice again......

The flashing light, when the four eyes met, could not help but arise, but in an instant annihilated in each other's eyes that seemed to be near and far away, the joy of reunion after a long absence was biochemical by the time and space of the stars, and the two of them bowed their heads in unison, trying to hide the shame and embarrassment that spread to the corners of their eyes and eyebrows.

Pale cyan rays of light swirled out from Mrs. Zhong's tightly closed fingers, converging into a fist-sized transparent ball of light. When a spell pattern appeared in the ball of light that could not tell what shape or gesture, Mrs. Zhong turned her right palm and pressed the ball of light down to a height of less than half a foot from the ground, and suddenly saw that there was a green lotus slowly blooming under her palm, but this lotus-like light body only had four "petals", which spread out in all directions according to the direction of the Vermilion Bird Xuanwu Green Dragon and White Tiger, and transformed into four brilliant bands of golden and cyan light. Even the floor of the entire dining room is lit up with the same color.

Jinglin suddenly opened his eyes and was empowered. But I saw that the weeping lotus dew "ticked" and fell ripples, and thousands of ripples rippled from under the pure rain. The spiritual sea surged suddenly, like the wind and clouds behind him, tens of thousands of Buddha lotuses bloomed together, turning into countless blue lights in the blink of an eye, rapidly swirling and condensing into shape, and the swallowing spring sword body reshaped out of the blue light and the spiritual sea.

This shout was already extremely fast, but what was faster than the sound, and a silver light swept overhead, hitting the front end of the green jade flute without missing it.

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