At the same time, the Ministry of Rites waited on the palace of Wang Jianzhou.

Wang Yueyao is trying to sit against a distinguished guest. The two black and white sons on the chessboard have long been inseparable, and if they are placed on the battlefield, it is not an exaggeration to call them corpses all over the field, and the sun and moon are lightless.

Although the advantage is in her hand, Wang Yueyao still doesn't dare to relax half a point, what will the opponent do, how to deal with it, and the follow-up of you and me, she has already rehearsed several situations in her heart, the only thing that makes her full of doubts is only Princess Yanling, who was gentle and elegant in the past, why is it so abnormal and aggressive today?

Such a change is just like the usual cold and outward, and Fang Cai even hurt people in the teahouse for nine days.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the sunspot between Yan Ling's fingers suddenly fell off the chessboard, and the princess of the Tang Dynasty, who had always been considered an immortal by the world for many years, suddenly oozed cold sweat between her eyebrows, and her jade hand pressed on her heart, and her pretty face was pale.

Wang Yueyao knew that Yan Ling was a half-immortal body, and it was a soul and four bodies, so suddenly changed, she was already a little more worried in surprise: "Princess, who are you?"

"Just tell me to be a spirit. Yan Ling sighed a few times, "It's not in the way, I have often had sudden heartaches in the past year, and the imperial doctor has no clue for many diagnoses and treatments, I only think that this is not a cure for the serious illness I was a child with." ”

Hearing Yan Ling's explanation, Wang Yueyao was relieved in her heart, but at the same time, she was a little dumbfounded.

It is rumored that Princess Yanling suddenly contracted a strange illness when she was still in her infancy, and the imperial doctor in the palace was helpless, so even Sun Cunmiao, the holy hand who had not yet returned to her hometown, could only prolong her life for her. Later, the immortal traveled here and saw the key to Yanling's strange disease, which allowed her to escape, and thus embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, bidding farewell to life, old age, sickness and death in the mortal world. Those imperial doctors said that "the serious illness was not cured back then" Yunyun, from the perspective of mortals, is the only explanation.

However, in Wang Yueyao's view, this "only" explanation is so absurd.

The Heavenly Star Gate has been inherited for many years, stepping on the avenue of heaven and earth, when it comes to cultivating the vision, Wang Yueyao is naturally much higher than those famous doctors in the mortal world, and she can also see that Yan Ling's abnormal state is not the old trouble left by the fight with others when she was practicing. As his mind turned, he stretched out his jade hand directly to Yan Ling: "If the princess doesn't dislike it, can you let Yue Yao take a look at it?"

Although I don't know where Wang Yueyao's confidence comes from, Yan Ling has indeed seen her have a very happy conversation with the Creation Sage, and in some things, the latter has to rely on this first talented woman in Chang'an, and she didn't hesitate at the moment, and stretched out her hand to let Wang Yueyao diagnose her pulse.

This is her own boudoir, and there are no maids on the left and right, so Wang Yueyao has no scruples, she has already lifted the Heavenly Star Recipe on her body, and the silver and white stars on her jade hand also flashed, and drilled into her body along the Yanling meridians, like a long stream of water, slowly swimming, and after a long time, she has explored the eight veins of the Yanling Qi Sutra. However, the more he investigated, the more wrinkled Wang Yueyao's eyebrows became: "Princess Yanling, not only is your body fine now, but you are much more comfortable than ordinary mortals, and even ordinary immortals can't compare with you, but why did such an illness happen? Strange, just strange." ”

"Isn't it a stubborn illness back then?" Hearing what Wang Yueyao said, Yan Ling was also strange.

Wang Yueyao was still guiding the stars and visiting the condition in Yan Ling's body, and at the same time, she did not stop her reasoning: "What the princess suffered from back then was not a disease, but because she had a half-wisp of immortal soul, and her mortal body could not carry it. Therefore, the immortals of Dujin will take the princess into the door, pass on the princess's method of cultivating immortals, and relieve the calamity. Now the princess's illness naturally has nothing to do with it. ”

When Yan Ling heard this, he wondered even more: "Then where did my illness come from?"

Wang Yueyao sighed and took back the starlight: "Now that the princess is ill, I am afraid that only one person will recognize it, and it just so happens that he is now settled in Chang'an, if you can ask him to help, you should be able to understand everything." ”

"What Yue Yao is referring to, is it—"

Before Yan Ling could tell the person's name, Wang Yueyao shook her head lightly and smiled bitterly.

"That master is sick now, all Yue Yao can do is invite him, as for how to help, you and I have to plan and think about it. ”

Although the origin of the "master" has not been explained, Yan Ling has guessed the identity of the other party from Wang Yueyao's words, and between inexplicable melancholy and thoughtfulness, she no longer knows when she pressed her lower abdomen.

At the invitation of Wang Yueyao, Yan Ling came to Wang Jianzhou's mansion again three days later.

The people in the house have long been familiar with this Tang princess who has disappeared for many years, and they also know that she and her own young lady are close friends, so naturally there is no surprise or panic at her coming again. When Yan Ling stepped into the gate of the mansion, a maidservant girl naturally greeted her and led her to Wang Yueyao's newly built small building.

This small building is a place where Wang Jianzhou ordered the construction of a place for Wang Yueyao to meditate and live alone after the Shangyuan Festival last year. On weekdays, except for the father and daughter of the Wang family, no one in the family is allowed to approach without permission, and the only thing that is understood is that the young lady has been living here since last year's serious illness, and only recently added four unidentified guards to patrol and guard here day and night, and Yan Ling is the only distinguished guest who rarely appears here.

If it is placed on weekdays, when she walks into the range of the small building, the maid has to leave, and then Wang Yueyao will go out to greet her, or Yan Ling will go by herself. But today, there was a guard waiting here before Xiao Zhu, and after the maid explained, the guard saluted Yan Ling and said, "Please also ask the princess to accompany the next line." ”

At this time, Yan Ling did not bring his palace entourage, otherwise they would have heard the guard's lukewarm words, and they would probably have shouted at him for his rudeness, and even drew a sword on the spot to punish him for disrespecting the princess. However, after Yan Ling was a little surprised, his eyes lit up: "This brother, could it be that you are also a member of the Immortal Clan?"

"Although the immortal water has cultivated this way, he has also broken away from the mortal womb, but he does not dare to claim to be a member of the immortal clan. Now it's just the Lord's guard. The self-proclaimed "Immortal Water" escort walked forward with Yan Ling as he explained his identity. Although her unhurried and humble tone made the latter strange, the so-called explanation surprised her even more.

After being surprised, he secretly considered himself in his heart: "Look at this person's cultivation, it is on par with Shizun Dujin, if he is placed in the clan, he can also be regarded as a first-class master." I didn't expect to be here to protect that 'Chaos Lord' - no! Listening to the people of the palace and him, there is a good chance that the Chaos Lord is Yue Yao. To be able to be guarded by such a master, is her ability better than I guessed earlier?"

Although he has been practicing with Dujin for many years, Yan Ling has only been concentrating on retreat, and has not had any contact with the people of the immortal clan, let alone seeing the six clans of heaven and earth and dominating the realm. The only thing I know is that my master's status in the clan is not low, and he is only a few points shorter than the immortal monarch who rose not long ago, in addition, although he also knows that there are still saints above the six clans, but he doesn't know what kind of realm his supernatural cultivation has reached. The first Lord of Heaven and Earth since the creation of the world, even the billions of living beings of the six clans knew very little about him, how could Yan Ling, who had been blocking the hearing and hearing, understand the meaning of the word "Lord of Chaos"? Although he had doubts in his heart at the moment, he also understood that Wang Yueyao would not harm himself, so he let down his guard and walked towards the small courtyard with the fairy water.