It is said that a palace in the heavenly court with no fixed place is called Yuelao Palace, and there is an acacia hall in the Yuelao Palace, and there is a marriage tree in front of the Acacia Palace.

Under the tree, there is a male god named Dingyan who receives red ropes all day long, and his eyes are covered with a red cloth, perhaps he is blind.

In the heavenly court, no god knows the true location of the Yuelao Palace, but many gods have strayed into it.

The gods said that when you walk and suddenly find that you are surrounded by a mist, if you go a little further, you will see a low palace wall, and behind the wall there is a towering tree, and the tree is covered with red ropes.

Don't worry about being blocked by that wall, it's low enough you can climb over it, if you're a little braver, close your eyes and rush forward, that wall can actually be crossed.

After that wall, the Moon Old Palace was reached.

Zilan silently walked around the heavenly court three times, and finally stopped in front of a thick fog.

She stared intently at the fog in front of her, as if her gaze could pierce through the white mist to reach the place where she was going.

"The power of the hidden dragon. ”

Zilan read these words leisurely, her eyes became sharper and sharper, she took a step forward and stepped into the fog, her eyes instantly obscured by the mist.

Zilan turned around, but saw that there was also a vast area behind him, as if he had been walking in the fog for a long time.

Zilan's expression remained unchanged, he slowly closed his eyes, sealed in front of him with one hand, and in a flash, four blue, red, black and white fairy swords appeared in the air behind him.

The sword qi was raging, and several cuts appeared on Zilan's clothes unconsciously.

Zilan's two fingers merged into a sword finger, crossed his chest, and stabbed forward, the four swords of Zhuxian were pulled, like a flash of lightning, and rushed into the fog in an instant, cutting off this seemingly endless dense fog from the middle, and then, cutting through the sky, there was no trace.

The fog in front of Zilan dissipated, revealing a winding path out, Zilan walked along the path until she reached the end of the road, and saw a wooden door.

The door was covered with cobwebs, and a plaque with paint falling on the ground in front of the door, with the words "Yuelao Palace" written on it crookedly.

"Squeak~Squeak~"

Halfway through the door, an iron chain appeared through the crack of the door, as if it had been locked from the inside.

Seeing that the wooden door couldn't be opened, Zilan stepped forward, as if she was about to crash into the door.

However, in the end, he didn't collide, and Zilan walked directly through the wooden door, as if the wooden door in front of him had never existed.

"There has always been a mistake here, and there has never been a forced break-in, and if you do this, you should be considered a villain. ”

Dingyan said to himself: "Whether it is a villain or a distinguished guest, the rules cannot be abolished." ”

He lowered his head, brushed aside the thick layer of red thread on the ground, pulled out a handful of red clay, and held it in his hand.

Dingyan asked, "I haven't been out for a long time, I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

Zilan looked at the determination and said lightly: "Poor Dao Zilan." ”

"The evil aura on your body is very heavy, and the current Taoist priests don't love to cultivate and kill people?"

Dingyan couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, but he didn't show any disgust, but this aura seemed too long ago for him.

Long to ......

Some are not very accustomed to it.

Zilan said calmly: "Our company is in charge of the Heavenly Court's conquest, and it has been three hundred and sixty-one years so far. ”

The handful of clay has been pinched out of the shape of a human being, and the next thing is to pinch the face, which is a meticulous job.

Dingyan turned his head to look at Zilan, but his eyes were covered with red cloth, and he didn't know if he could see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

Dingyan looked at her for a long time, and had no intention of talking to her at all, so Zilan stood quietly, also without saying a word, without waves, and let him look at it.

Finally, as if he had almost mastered Zilan's appearance, Dingyan lowered his head, and his slender ten fingers began to fly on the clay puppet again.

"I don't know what happened to the god of war coming to my Yuelao Palace, asking for marriage?"

Dingyan asked casually.