Chapter 132: Time and Moon Flow, and the Past is Longing for It

When the withered peony flower touched the tears gushing out from Ning Yelin, it suddenly bloomed, and for a while, Ning Yelin couldn't help but be very happy when he saw that the flower was still fragrant and did not show defeat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, I saw a sharp sword slashing across the sky, and suddenly I saw a white light in the distant sky. In the hidden place of the white light, a man was holding a golden fan in his hand, standing firmly on the white sword. Ning Yelin didn't pay attention to the vision in the sky, but he heard a loud and neutral tone from the sky:

"My son visited the magnificent scenery of the world, and came to this peony lake, but he saw that the sky was cloudy, so he immediately came here, why is the clear sky restored now?"

Ning Yelin was very surprised when he heard the divine voice coming from the sky above his head, but at this moment, he was still worried about the peony flower, and he didn't answer the question of the person in the sky for a while.

When he was young, a white light appeared, and the figure of a person in a brilliant sword light gradually returned to reality from blur. Ning Yelin was dazzled by this dazzling white light, and couldn't help but squint his eyes to look at the place where the white light was pervasive, but he saw that this person who appeared for no reason was actually quite handsome and handsome.

The man was dressed in a white robe, and his whole body seemed to be covered with silver edges, making people only feel that they were sparkling with silver, as clear and clear as a lake. The man's sword eyebrows are majestic and heroic, but there is also a hint of banter and naughtiness between the eyebrows, which makes people look solemn and give people a sense of intimacy.

Ning Yelin saw this person descending from the sky, and his whole body was shining with silver, and his face was very good, and he must be an immortal. Ning Yelin hurriedly said: "This immortal, since you have come here thousands of miles away, then we must be destined, and I hope that the immortal chief can save my wife's life!"

The man who descended that day looked at the peony flower on the soil that was slowly withering, and actually smiled, and said: "Haha, this son is the 'hidden true layman' of Penglai Island," the man paused, "You don't have to be called 'immortal', you and I are of the same age, just call my real name 'Feng Ming'!"

Feng Ming continued: "Your wife, this is obviously a peony flower!"

Ning Yelin hurriedly said sincerely: "Don't hide it, she is a peony elf, but although she is not human, she is kind, just now in order to save me, she actually died with the person who did evil, Xu Jiaoqing!" Ning Yelin couldn't help but shed tears when he said about the sadness.

Feng Ming sighed and said: "Xu stealing love, this person's son has already heard that I am cultivating on Penglai Immortal Island, and now I have entered the mortal world, and I was going to kill demons and eliminate demons, but I realized that demons also have Tao, and demons also have love." Feng Ming ignored Ning Yelin's sadness and continued to speak, "So I am determined to get rid of the wicked people in the world who do evil," Feng Ming's eyes flashed with anger, "That Xu stealing love is the goal I am striving for!"

Ning Yelin didn't continue to listen to him at this time, and hurriedly asked: "Lord Feng Ming, I hope you can save your wife, if you have any orders, even if it is to kill me, it is okay!"

Feng Ming said: "Since I met you, it is fate. Feng Ming glanced down at the peony flower, "But if you help her return to the soul fairy, I'm afraid it won't be easy, I'm afraid you need the purest and purest empty spiritual power of a person, and this person must be wholeheartedly for her good!" Feng Ming said, his meaning was very clear, that is, he had to let Ning Yelin save that void dream with his life.

Ning Yelin didn't know what he meant, Ning Yelin wiped his tears and said in a deep voice: "As long as Lord Feng Ming can save her, even if it makes me broken and my soul scattered, I am willing!"

Feng Ming nodded, and said: "It's a pity that I don't have a strong mana, so I can only do this," Feng Ming paused for a moment, and suddenly said aloud, "Although your spiritual power has been fully given to her body, but your body I can help for a hundred years without decay, if you have the right opportunity, I believe that in the near future, you will be healed by the Heavenly Fragrance Life Dew." Then you will be born again!"

Ning Yelin didn't care much about his future, he just listened to him continue: "Seal the underworld, the future, no more, now please cast a spell to save my wife's life!"

"Okay!" Feng Ming agreed.

Feng Ming suddenly took off without wings at this moment, overlooking this small peony flower in the sky, and kept making strange movements in his hands, reciting the ancient magic techniques of the Penglai faction in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, I saw countless water spirit bubbles gradually emerge in the void, like a character in an orderly manner to the peony petals to fall, when the bubble touched the petals, then heard a "ding", the peony flower suddenly trembled, gradually became a little more moist, the fragrance is also stronger.

Feng Ming finally asked, "Are you really willing?"

"I'm swearing to save my wife even if I die!"

Feng Ming didn't say anything else, and saw him suddenly stumble like a bird, and then stretched out his second finger towards Ning Yelin. At this moment, I could see the surrounding lake rippling and rolling, and the rest of the peonies blooming on the lakeside also seemed to be affected by the cold at this moment, and they all pitched together. In response to the rolling waves of the lake, the wind and breath were chaotic and chaotic, and Ning Yelin's originally empty and clear gods were also confused at this moment, and Ning Yelin only felt that there were flowers in front of him, and the scenes of the past were all vaguely revealed・・・・・・

When they met for the first time, the blush, the fragrance, the first time they taught in the ancient pavilion, the innocent and happy appearance, the first time they swam to Poyang Lake, the backs of the two of them were mixed with the shadow of the bamboo raft on the lake waves under the setting sun・・・・・・ and so, and the scenes of the past were truly responded to like a slideshow at this moment.

Ning Yelin suddenly smiled at this moment, smiling so brightly and so happily. Between heaven and earth, it seems that everything is false, only the small pavilion in the rain, the boat in the waves, and the fragrance in the bosom are so real and lovely・・・・・・ which is exactly that:

Ancient Pavilion in the Rain,

Insight into three hundred generations.

Peonies are all in the ancient scroll paper,

Jun's heart palpitations are blazing.

Time flows westward,

Enjoy the magnificent scenery of the state.

Drunk leaning on the mountains of the clouds,

In the past, I longed for it.

Ning Yelin finally closed his eyes in the midst of the fond memories, his breathing gradually ceased to exist, and he lay on the ground steadily, the smile on his face still lingering・・・・・・

At this moment, the casting of the Seal of the Dead is not yet finished. Feng Ming then opened the secret technique of Penglai Island to Ning Yelin, and passed the pure human spiritual power on Ning Yelin's body to the peony flower on the side, and when the spiritual power was instilled, the peony flower gradually opened for no reason, and a beautiful scenery bloomed on Ning Yelin's shoulder.

The spell of sealing the underworld has been cast, and at this time, the peony flower has also been illusioned into a virtual dream, and a pretty face in the past seems more precious and beautiful at this moment.

Feng Ming looked at her and thought, "How can I say it, it's better to leave a piece of handwriting, by the way, this font can be the same as this scholar!" Feng Ming thought so in his heart, so he manipulated Ning Yelin's hands, brushed and wrote a letter according to his own wishes.