For thousands of years, almost no one remembered the Ancient Immortal Clan in the Nine Heavens back then, and no one knew the truth about the destruction of the Divine Realm. Those unbearable and hypocritical are all annihilated in the years one by one, and time is allowed to whitewash the peace. Except-

Purple Mansion Lingdu, the Luo clan.

The sky, the swaying floating light fluctuates, like a little bit of starlight. The clouds are shrouded in mist, and the distant mountains are in the clouds. The sound of the water and the mountains lock the makeup building, a waterfall flows straight down, violets hang down from the bushes next to the waterfall, and the pouring water flows into a river, full of snow-white jade lotus flowers. In the lotus flower, a delicate attic stands in the middle, surrounded by water mist, like a dream.

A group of little girls were dancing around the attic, their clothes fluttering, light and natural.

"Listen, the Yaozhan Immortal Monarch of Lingshuang Tower is stroking the qin. ”

"The sound of the piano fairy Luo Yao Zhan is hard to find. ”

"Yes, I'm so lucky to hear the sound of the piano fairy today!"

The group of little girls chatted and talked quietly, hiding among the flowers, looking through the autumn water towards the Lingshuang Tower.

In the small building, next to the window, a woman's green silk is scattered, hanging down like a waterfall in the night; her eyes are like blue jewels, and like two clear lakes; her red lips are not from Zhu, like a fresh rose petal. Luo Yaozhan's slender jade fingers caressed Yaoqin, Hao's wrist was exposed, like condensed frost and snow, and her ten fingers were like flattened onion rods, jumping on the strings smartly.

Her plain white dress poured all over the ground, like a pear blossom spreading, and the hoarfrost was lightly condensed. A faint lotus pattern roamed the clothes, and the white tassel was like a wisp of light smoke rippling around the waist. She is like a person walking out of the clear water, without a trace of dust, like the most beautiful moon shadow in Yaochi, just one glance, it will make people sink for thousands of years.

"What are you little girls doing?"

I saw a red-robed man not far away snatching towards the lotus flowers, startling a puddle of water birds and splashing a tree.

The man's eyebrows were picturesque, and the upper eyebrows took away three points of heroism and seven points of evil. His hair is like ink, standing up high, like a young general galloping on a horse in a dream. The red mark between the eyebrows adds a bit of charm, and the blood-colored robe stretches like a fire, and it looks like a ten-mile maple forest, coming from the wind. He smiled softly, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, which was enough to make the heavens and the earth lose color, like a hundred flowers and green emperors, startling a pool of stars.

"Wu Gongzi, we are listening to Yaozhan Xianjun playing the piano. ”

"It turned out to be Xiao Luo'er. ”

Wu Moyu hooked his lips and smiled evilly, a pair of phoenix eyes rose upward, and a male and female face turned all beings upside down, flamboyant and charming.

"Moyu, come up if you come. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a clear voice came from the Lingshuang Building.

"It's boring, it's found every time. Wu Moyu muttered in a low voice, "Xiao Luo'er, Brother Moyu, I'm here!"

Wu Moyu's toes tapped the lotus flower, and the red clothes fluttered, standing firmly on the carved corridor. Before he could push the door, it was open.

"You, the Immortal Venerable, are really idle, don't stay in Baiyun Palace, and run to me every day. Luo Yaozhan sat in front of her, holding her cheek with one hand and tapping a few times with the other.

"Brother, I'm not afraid that Lord Qinxian will be lonely, and people have come to accompany you. Wu Moyu stared at Luo Yaozhan with interest, reclining on the opposite side, and throwing a wink in a charming manner.

Luo Yaozhan supported her forehead, sat upright slightly, and added two cups of tea:

"It's the mother who asked you to come to me today. ”

"I really can't hide anything from our Yao Zhan Immortal Monarch. Okay, Aunt Feng asked me to find you to go to the Qiyue Palace. ”

"So—let's go. Luo Yaozhan got up, straightened her clothes, and flew to Qiyue Hall with Wu Moyu.

Different from the elegance and delicacy of Lingshuang Tower, Qiyue Palace, as the main hall of the Purple Mansion, generally gives people a solemn and majestic feeling.

"Yao Zhan see the mother. Luo Yao stood up.

The woman in the palace was wearing a plain blue long dress, flowing on the ground like clear water, and the plain white phoenix dark lines were hidden in it, graceful and luxurious, but with the seven points of the nine heavens. She stood with her hands in her hands, her face was not old, and three thousand green silks were raised high, which was not too complicated, but also unusual, dignified and elegant, with the kindness and generosity of ordinary women, and the elegance of the Purple Mansion Lady. She is Luo Yaozhan's mother, Luo Yingfeng.

"Yao'er, come here. Luo Yingfeng smiled and beckoned to Luo Yaozhan.

The mother and daughter sat opposite each other, the sandalwood in the copper furnace, and the snow lotus tea on the top of Lingxiao Mountain was churning in the hot snow melt water.

"Yao'er, the selection of the once-in-a-century spirit girl is about to begin. It's up to you to host this year. Luo Yingfeng spoke softly.

"Spirit girl?" Luo Yaozhan frowned slightly, "Mother, you know, I'm not interested in these."

"Yao'er, you are three hundred years old and an adult, the position of the Purple Mansion Lady will be handed over to you sooner or later, and you should also understand this. ”

Luo Yingfeng said, got up quietly, walked straight to the high platform, gently touched the blood spirit bead with his right hand, and sighed:

"Yao'er, you are the next female monarch of the Purple Mansion. The selection of the spirit girl is related to the rebirth of the Immortal Emperor. Don't forget, the responsibility of the Luo clan. ”

Luo Yaozhan looked solemn, got up and walked to Luo Yingfeng, and knelt down:

"Mother, Yao Zhan has never forgotten the mission of the Luo clan. The blood feud of thousands of years ago is remembered by Yaozhan in his heart. ”

Luo Yaozhan's eyes were deep, and her blood was churning. The scene 8,000 years ago was a nightmare for the Luo clan for generations. Their mission to survive is to protect and be reborn.