As soon as Ting Lan's words fell, he heard the sound of a heavy rain hitting the ground.

Large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The mellow and crisp sound sounds like it has a different taste.

In the snow pavilion, all year round, it is the color of ice and snow. The most heard is the rustle of snowflakes falling.

The sound of rain has a mesmerizing magic.

At the bottom of my heart, a feeling that I had never felt before.

Qing Ming stood under the flower stand and looked at the woman in front of him silently.

He was a little confused. It seems that the person in front of him has never heard the sound of rain.

The rainy days in Miaohuajing are always long and affectionate. Often, when it rains, it will rain very hard.

It's much heavier than the rain in front of me.

He could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be an unusual power in this rain. He couldn't feel what that power was.

Once upon a time, when it rained, Feather Fantasy would be very happy. He remembered that she used to say that she liked the sound of rain.

The sound of rain, what's so nice?

It's not fun at all.

On a rainy day, it feels like a dull feeling.

Fortunately, after the rainy season, it is the flower season. Throughout the flowering season, the sun is shining and the weather is mild, making it the perfect place to live.

With a flashing effort, a small bunch of wisteria flowers suddenly fell on the flower stand of the wisteria flowers in front of him.

Both were taken aback.

"Uncle Junior, here—" Will this trellis collapse immediately? What should I do then? Ting Lan didn't know how to say it.

"Don't worry, this trellis won't collapse for a while. The old god said comfortably, "This is the enchantment laid by the master, except for the people of the Snow Pavilion, everyone has progressed. ”

I see.

Ting Lan listened to it, and his heart was at ease.

"It's raining so hard!" Qing Ming deliberately changed the subject.

"Yes, it's raining so hard!" Ting Lan smiled lightly, "This rain sound is really good." ”

"Didn't you hear the rain before?" asked Qing Ming.

"No!" Ting Lan said with a smile, "Snow Pavilion snows all year round, and it is very interesting to hear this rain at first glance." ”

"Then you should go to Miaohuajing. Qing Ming smiled, "Miaohua Realm has a long rainy season. After the long rainy season, it is the splendid flowering season. The rain in the rainy season is much heavier than it is here now! You can hear enough!"

"Really?" Ting Lan was still smiling, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

The immortals of the Nine Heavens knew that they had destroyed these 30,000 bodhicittas when they went to the Miaohua Realm.

Such a memory, like a pillar of shame, was nailed to the top of her head.

When she mentioned Miaohuajing, she felt blocked in her heart.

Qing Ming heard these two words, and his heart chuckled.

Obediently, I said the wrong thing!

"There are times in the mortal world when it rains so heavily. Master and nephew, you can also go to the mortal world to listen to the rain. Qing Ming's tongue spun quickly.

"The master said that if Ting Lan still has cultivation, he must follow the second master to the mortal world to practice. It's a pity-" Ting Lan's expression became more and more sad.

Looking at her sad appearance, Qing Ming was at a loss.

What is he going to do? What is he going to do?

It's the person in front of you who is a feather illusion, and you only need to tell a few little jokes and enlighten yourself.

The person in front of him obviously looked exactly the same as Yu Huan, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Under the heavy rain, the green grassland in the distance became a piece of lush. A few small haystacks became bulging. Looking further afield, you can see that the grass has been cut down, and there is already a puddle of water.

For Qing Ming, it is damp, not only the scenery in front of you. And his incomparably tormented heart.

The "Fairy World Convention" once said: Those who enter the marrow pool cannot be traced back to the past. If you encounter things in the past, you will damage the repair. If you encounter things that are in distress, the cultivation will be wasted. The existence of immortals depends on creation.

That Bodhi seat is the body of the feather illusion. Isn't it something that has something to do with her!

Now, what will happen to Tinglan's Xiange?

If one day, he can become an immortal with the right to speak, the first thing he has to do is to abolish this article on the "Immortal Convention"!

It's really harmful!

Thinking like this, Qing Ming suddenly asked, "Tinglan, are your 30,000 bodhicittas really completely destroyed? I mean—is it possible to repair it?"

Ting Lan shook her head.

"Why?!" Qing Ming was very displeased.

Ting Lan frowned slightly.

Is there something wrong with this little uncle's brain? What is this talking about? What is the question being asked?

"Ting Lan's nephew, are you—are your Immortal still there?" he asked, with difficulty.

As he asked, his heart was filled with chagrin.

At the beginning, I knew that the person who came was Ting Lan, who was the former feather illusion. Why did he, he still have to let that Bodhi seat run into her when he knew it?

If she hadn't taken out that Bodhi seat, she would have been there with 30,000 bodhicittas now!

Even if she can't remember herself, she is better than her, without Xiange.

He looked at Ting Lan anxiously.

Ting Lan was even more puzzled. Doubts are doubts, and when she thinks of her 30,000 bodhicitta minds, they are ruined in the Miaohua Realm. In my heart, I don't have a good impression of this little uncle. After thinking about it, the Qing Ming Emperor's actions were probably because of his heart, and the doubts in his heart were not so deep.

"Naturally, my Sengo is still there. Ting Lan said, "When my Immortal Ge first became formed, it was the master who personally built the foundation for me, so there will be no problem in thinking about it." ”

It is rumored that the current high priest is a young disciple of the Snow Queen, who is gifted and intelligent, and has excellent understanding.

If so, then there's nothing to worry about.

As long as Xiange is still there, the debt in his heart is not so deep.

Feather Fantasy, Feather Fantasy, Feather Fantasy, if you can fight with yourself fiercely, and then leave the Miaohua Realm and enter the Snow Pavilion, isn't it, now that he is not so entangled, he will not be so guilty?

Listening to the crackling rain, a trace of confusion flashed in Qingming's eyes.

Suddenly, only a scream could be heard.

The heavy rain at the foot of the mountain came to an abrupt end.

Ting Lan hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Shi, that's the voice of His Royal Highness!"

Emperor Qingtong has no shadow yet.

What if something terrible happens to His Royal Highness now?

Just when the two of them were in doubt, a clear voice came:

"Do you think that if you hide in this grass, I won't be able to find you?! Even your mother can't beat me, do you know?"

This voice, delicate and delicate, carries an indescribable tension, and when I hear it, I naturally feel a little timid.

"Then why did you let such a heavy rain stop?" Xue Yi's voice came from the grass.