In just half an hour, the news that the Heavenly Monarch and the Queen of Heaven and the Luofu Shenjun family of three were gathering in the Snow Pavilion had already spread throughout the Nine Heavens.

When the news spread, Ting Lan was in the snow pavilion, drinking the osmanthus soup that had been specially cared for.

The snow pavilion is full of snow all year round. The only plants she had seen were holly trees, and then some unknown flowers, white or green, most of which had no taste.

Where did the osmanthus in this osmanthus soup come from?

Her heart was full of doubts.

Before she finished drinking her osmanthus soup, she heard Luofu Shenjun and Qinggu get up together and prepare to leave.

The high priest looked reluctant and said, "Auntie, will you stay in the Snow Pavilion for a few days? ”

Xichan knows that in the past, Qingluan often lived in the Snow Pavilion. But at that time, Shizun was still in the Snow Pavilion.

"Xue Yi is still so young, so you have to bother more!" Xichan said again.

Qingluan said with a smile: "I can't be free these days, I'll come to the Snow Pavilion to see you again in a few days." ”

Xichan felt that there were so many words in her heart that she couldn't say anything.

It seems that in the future, at Qinggu's place, I am afraid that I will have to work Qingxi. These people in Wutong Valley, one by one, are really not easy to please!

Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, Ting Lan smiled and said, "Auntie, you must remember to come! If you don't come, Your Highness and I will go to Wutong Valley to steal wine and drink!"

When Luofu Shenjun heard this, he smiled and said: "What's the fun of going to Wutong Valley to steal wine?! Why don't you go to Luofu Mountain to steal wine! By the way, let His Highness steal some wine for Tianjun to drink!"

Tianjun smiled: "I'm not a child now, if I want to drink, just ask you directly?"

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became very harmonious.

Qingluan said goodbye with a smile, a family of three, and soon left the Snow Pavilion. The three shadows, after leaving the Snow Pavilion, disappeared.

When the group of three people returned to Luofu Mountain, they suddenly saw the back of a black-clothed person, standing far away at the gate of the mountain.

Luofu Shenjun frowned, and immediately noticed a different aura, his voice was calm, and said, "Qingluan, take Qingtong to Ziwei Palace." ”

Qingluan was surprised, didn't ask much, immediately took Qingtong's hand, and immediately disappeared at the gate of the mountain.

"Luofu, you are really prejudiced against me. ”

A cold voice, as if it had come from a long time ago.

"It's been a long time, A-Mei. Luo Fu said lightly.

"How many thousands of years have passed!" said Ah Mei, "I still can't forget your mother." ”

Luofu Shenjun didn't want to pay attention to this person, and he was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" said the old man's voice, with a bit of urgency.

"I don't think you have a position to see me. Luo Fu's voice was cold.

"So you still remember Meng Zhang's bastard!" The old man's voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.

A clear sword groan sounded, and Luo Fu had already drawn his sword.

"That's right," the old man's voice was full of exhaustion, "Meng Zhang really likes you very much, and he even gave you this sword." ”

"You are not qualified to call my father by his name. Luo Fu's voice was cold.

"What if I came to see you as your mother's deceased?" there was still a faint eagerness in the old voice.

"My mother didn't have such a dead person who would leave her dead without a place to be buried. Please go back!" Luofu Shenjun was still indifferent.

"That little girl, is it the person you want to cover?" Ah Mei's voice was cold and stern, "Dressed in blue, is it an immortal incarnated by Phoenix Feathers?" How noble are you compared to me?"

"Shut up!" Luo Fu was angry, and the sword in his hand had already flown out and landed on the side of the man in black.

"Being so excited shows that you really still have someone in your heart. Ah Mei's voice was cold, mocking, and disdainful.

"Yes, but not her. His eyes were full of sorrow.

Luo Fu didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore. He collected his sword and strode into Luofu Mountain.

Left to this man in black, the back of a blue-clothed and white-haired man.

"If you leave here now, I'll act like I don't see anything. ”

The cold voice, like the wind, blew through Ah Mei's ears.

The man in black stood at the gate of the mountain, and let the mountain wind blow his clothes into disarray, and refused to leave immediately.

Why, everything, has become like this?

How it seems, everything is wrong.

The love and hate of those years, the old people of those years, and the past of those years seem to have become blurred.

Who is he? Where is he now? Where is he going?

Those ambiguous questions seem to be able to break people.

Finally, after a long silence, Ah Mei collapsed in front of Luofu Mountain.

Luo Fu, who didn't go far, saw such a scene, and after seeing such a scene, he tied up the person with an expressionless face, and then personally escorted the person to Ziwei Palace.

I don't want to be waiting there for a long time. This saves me a lot of trouble.

In my impression, it seems that it is the first time I have come to Ziwei Palace to see Emperor Ziwei!

The emperor dressed in purple sat on the main throne and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Emperor, I accidentally caught a person and wanted to hand this person over to the emperor. "A cold voice, so cold that there is no trace of warmth.

Such a Luofu, a cold-faced and cold-hearted Luofu, is very much like himself many years ago. Emperor Ziwei praised it from the bottom of his heart, and did not show half a point on his face.

"Ah Mei really went to see you?" Although Emperor Ziwei was a question sentence, his tone was very affirmative.

He said that the sword my father gave me was very valuable. Without waiting for the emperor to ask, Luo Fu had already confessed to him.

Emperor Ziwei squinted slightly, hiding his mood.

"Actually, that sword is not your father's. Emperor Ziwei said lightly.

I felt that there seemed to be chaos in my brain, which turned into paste, and I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.

"That's—" Luo Fu asked, "is it the Emperor's?"

Emperor Ziwei closed his eyes and shook his head. In his mind, a vivid shadow appeared, dressed in a white priest's robe, with a bright smile, but in front of an unfamiliar person, a face was so cold that it could freeze the entire Ziwei Palace.

"It was given to your mother by the high priest of Ruhuang, and then your mother gave it to your father. ”

When Luo Fu heard this, the mushy feeling in his heart was only slightly better.

"But—why do you think it's my father's sword?" asked Luo Fu boldly.

"For the sword never appeared before anyone when it was in your mother's hand. Emperor Ziwei's tone was indifferent, and there was a hint of helplessness in his indifference.

"Your father is a master of the sword. But your mother doesn't know how to use a sword. ”

The blue-clothed and white-haired boy seemed to feel something different.

What's different?

He couldn't tell.

Like a sword that the high priest gave to his mother?

Who is this high priest like a phoenix?