The woman in white clothes, her face was as heavy as water, and she didn't give Qing Ming a look.

The pen in his hand is still flying up and down.

Qing Ming followed the pen of Emperor Ziwei and looked at it for a while. I looked around again. The pavilion is gorgeous, and the palace is elegant. In the courtyard, there is flowing water and a small bridge carved from white jade. In the distance, you can also see the forest of linden trees.

Broad leaves, huge flowers. Also, the familiar taste.

That's the smell of Miaoyin. Later, Miao Yin left, and it was the smell of Phantom Feather.

Later, later, they were all gone.

In the whole Miaohua Realm, there is no such taste anymore.

If you ask the mother for a Bodhi tree, there should be no problem, right?

It happened that I brought a few boxes of Luo Shang today, so I took them out as filial piety.

"Qing Ming, it's time for you to go. The cold voice of the white-robed woman sounded again.

"Dare to ask Niangniang, the person who washes the marrow, why did you enter the Snow Pavilion?"

Empress Ziwei finally put down the pen in her hand. She stood in front of the bookcase, and her face, which had been as heavy as water, suddenly turned stern.

"You shouldn't ask me, I should ask you!"

She framed the rice paper in her hand, handed it to Emperor Qingming, and said, "Qingming, your Dao heart is unstable. This is a "Heart Sutra" that I wrote by hand. ”

"Thank you, mother. Qing Ming immediately thanked him.

"It's not for you. The cold voice came again, "What about the Bodhi seat you took from Xue Yi?"

Qing Ming was silent, spread his hands, and wanted to return the "Heart Sutra".

The woman in white said coldly: "That wasn't your thing, right?"

"Yes. Qing Ming said in a low voice.

The woman in white stood in front of the bookcase and re-wrote.

On the white rice paper, there is a name: Miaoyin.

"Fairy Miaoyin is not a person from this Nine Heavens, you hide it from her and do such a thing, I'm afraid that she won't forgive you even if she dies, right?!"

Qing Ming was terrified. As she spoke, the woman in the dark robe knelt down.

The woman in white recited a trick and stopped him.

"A man has gold under his knees, and you must not do it. The woman in white said lightly, and her tone was a little soft.

The brush fluttered in her fingertips, and another name fell: Phantom Feather.

"The body of Miaoyin is not a Miaoyin bird, but a golden hairpin of Princess Yiduan. The woman in white suddenly put down her pen, and her tone became a little melancholy.

Qing Ming stood there, not knowing what to say for a while.

"After Princess Yiduan was killed, this golden hairpin became an ownerless person. By chance, I actually went to your Miaohua Realm and had this creation.

As for this Bodhi flower seat that you refused to give me, it was originally something from Ziwei Palace. It's just that many years ago, during the battle of the gods, he was in the mortal world and was picked up by Miaoyin to the Miaohua Realm. Miao Yin used his soul power to use the feathers of a Miao Yin bird to make this Bodhi Flower Seat have an immortal, and finally became a feather fairy.

You were willing to do such things back then, and you knew about these things, right?"

The woman in white clothes, her eyes were deep, and she glanced deeply at the Qingying Emperor.

"When the gods and demons were in the war, you and Miaoyin met in the mortal world, right?" the woman in white robe asked again after a pause.

Qing Ming still didn't speak. I feel like my heart has become a blank slate.

He was at a loss.

"You don't have to worry, ordinary people, naturally don't know. You've put your mind to something you want to hide. I am now in this Ziwei Palace, don't forget that I used to be the first disciple under the seat of the High Priest of the Snow Pavilion, and later became the Ziwei Emperor, so I naturally know more than others. The woman in white was very soft.

"Your heart is unstable, and you recite the Heart Sutra for an hour or two every day. After two thousand years, it will naturally be more stable. ”

The Emperor of the Blue Shadow suddenly knelt down and said, "Niangniang, Phantom Feather, will you come back?"

The woman in white said in a cold tone, sat down in front of the bookcase, and said in a cold voice: "Of course I won't come back." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her palm to the Emperor of the Blue Underworld.

"But, mother, can't you give me a thought? I miss her after all. Qing Ming was still kneeling, without the slightest intention of getting up.

Under the tall Bodhi tree, Emperor Ziwei, who was dressed in a purple robe, happened to see such a scene.

He has excellent ears and can hear very clearly.

On the shore of the book of the Bodhi tree, there seem to be words. I don't know what the word is.

Qing Ming, when did you come to this Bodhi Garden?

Emperor Ziwei just narrowed his eyes, and he heard his own emperor's and queen's cold voice:

"Those who wash the marrow are reborn and forget their past lives. Even if he comes back, he is no longer a phantom feather. After entering the Snow Pavilion, he is the Tinglan Fairy of the Snow Pavilion. ”

What else did the Qing Ming Emperor want to say, and his cold voice was remembered:

"I'm just looking at the Miaoyin Fairy, who is the old man of the Snow Pavilion, so I'm more polite to you.

Now that you are also the emperor who dominates the side, don't you know when it will be the turn of the people outside the Snow Pavilion to bargain?

You don't sell the face of Xuege, the face of Ziwei Palace, don't you look at it?"

The Qingying Emperor had no choice but to hand over the Bodhi seat on that side.

The white-robed woman said lightly: "Okay, Qingming, you can go." ”

Qing Ming didn't react yet, only heard a gust of palm wind.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already outside the Ziwei Palace.

Si Ming Xingjun arched his hand and stepped forward to say hello.

Qing Ming waved his hand and walked away.

In the Bodhi Garden, the white-clothed woman smiled and said, "Everyone is gone, why are you still eavesdropping?"

Emperor Ziwei walked out from under the Bodhi Tree with a smile and said, "I have heard the news that the master disciple of the Snow Pavilion was injured in the Miaohua Realm in the Nether Realm. Are you alright?"

Xi Sainer held a Bodhi seat in his palm, and his face was sad.

"What's going on?" Emperor Ziwei looked at the white-robed Xishui suspiciously.

"The one who washes the marrow, why do you enter the Snow Pavilion?" Xishui muttered.

"What's going on?" Emperor Ziwei frowned slightly.

"When the little junior sister brought Ting Lan back to the Snow Pavilion, did you know anything? Ziwei, tell me quickly!" The woman in white suddenly shed a tear.

"Princess Yiduan's golden hairpin has come back a long time ago. Why didn't we find out? Master, she also left too early! Ziwei, you say, Master, is it possible for her to come back?"

Her tears, like beads of broken threads, fell in a stream.

"Don't ...... Don't cry...... You haven't told me what the hell is going on!"

Xishui cried and handed the Bodhi seat in the palm of his hand to Emperor Ziwei.

"How does this look like something in our Ziwei Palace? That kid Qingming is also not interesting!"