"It's not clear yet. Although they showed up, they have never fought with anyone. How is Danqing thinking about it? Do you want to go to heaven with me? Before coming, I have already gone to see Fairy Concubine, Qingmo and the others. Now we are waiting.
Your answer." Wan Canglan said.
Nalan Danqing sighed softly: "There are so many monks in Kunlun Realm who have awakened from the Middle Ages. All of them are unparalleled in talent. Some of them must have entered the ranks of the strong. Do they really not even have the power to protect themselves?"
Wan Canglan heard that she seemed unwilling to be born, so he didn't want to force her and was about to say goodbye and leave.
Nalan Danqing's beautiful eyes suddenly stared at the bamboo forest behind Wan Canglan, revealing a look of confusion and asking: "Is sister being followed?"
"boom!"
Wan Canglan's eyes flashed, and the power of the Great Sage burst out from his body.
With a phoenix cry, a flaming phoenix phantom rushed out of her body and suspended in the air. Its wings were as red as blood, and the flames burned the space and distorted it.
Back in the ancestral spirit world, Wan Canglan and Mu Lingxi each had half of the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix.
The old woman responsible for guarding Beiya has white hair with flowing electric wires, releasing her mental power to explore in all directions.
There are ancestral inscriptions left by Confucian ancestors on Beiya. If they had not followed them, no outsiders would have thought of breaking into this place.
After a moment, Wan Canglan frowned and said: "I have released the Fire Phoenix Dao Realm, why can't I sense the aura of other monks?"
"There doesn't seem to be a fourth person," the old woman said.
Nalan Danqing looked indifferent, staring at a group of redbud flowers in full bloom under the bamboo forest, and said: "Your Excellency has a very high mental power, and the Qi Condensation Technique is also extremely mysterious, almost completely integrated with the heaven and earth. However,
, I have lived here in Beiya for hundreds of years, and I know every plant, tree, flower and stone here very well."
"You are at odds with the nature here and the rules of heaven and earth here."
"Zheng!"
A holy flame war sword on Wan Canglan's back flew out automatically, blended with the countless rules of the holy way, dragged out blazing flames and sword energy, and slashed out with a single swing of the sword.
This sword contained infinite destructive power, which shook Beiya's ancestral text to the surface.
However, the strange thing is that the sword burning with blazing holy flames stopped above the redbud bush and was fixed by an invisible force.
Wan Canglan's pretty face changed and she mobilized all her strength.
However, the war sword cannot be cut down, nor can it be withdrawn.
"Wow!"
A vague figure appeared beside the redbud bushes, with one hand behind his back and the other hand grabbing the hilt of the trembling Holy Flame War Sword, and strolled over.
Wan Canglan's pair of slender and beautiful legs burst out with strong power. He kicked off his toes and turned into a gorgeous and beautiful fire shadow, hitting the figure with a palm.
The blurry figure was distorted.
Wan Canglan punched the air and dragged out a line of flames on the ground. She almost lost her speed and rushed into the bamboo forest. She froze her body, turned around and looked at the blurry figure holding a sword, her eyes
Extremely complex.
You know, when she launched the attack just now, she had already released the Dao Domain.
But the other party was able to stroll around in her realm and easily avoid her attacks.
How high does one have to cultivate like this?
The vague figure said: "That's right. As expected of the Ice Fire Phoenix and Jiuyao Divine Lord, Canglan Martial Saint's cultivation has reached such a high level."
It was obviously a compliment, but compared with the previous confrontation, Wan Canglan heard it harshly and felt that the other party was being sarcastic.
Jiuyao Shenjun was the fifth-largest world leader in the Western Universe 100,000 years ago. He died in the divine war, leaving only nine drops of divine tears that flew to the Kunlun realm.
The nine drops of divine tears contain the essence of divine power and cultivation inheritance of Jiu Yao Shenjun, one drop of which was refined and absorbed by each of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries.
I had such an opportunity and practiced for thousands of years, but I couldn't even touch the other party's shadow.
Now that the other party praised her instead, how could Wan Canglan be happy?
"Since Your Excellency is so provocative, why should I not accompany you?" Wan Canglan was no longer afraid, and an even more powerful and destructive force erupted from his body. The temperature of the flames was so high that it seemed to refine everything in the world.
Nalan Danqing said: "Your Excellency, you know that this North Cliff is the forbidden area of the Shu Sect, and intruders will be killed without mercy."
When she said this, her two jade-white and slender jade fingers merged together and raised above her head. Suddenly, the sky and the earth became a circle, and countless ancestral inscriptions were suspended above her head like stars in the sky.
The so-called ancestral characters are similar to divine patterns.
However, the power of divine patterns is also inferior.
For example, even the gods will be afraid of the divine marks left by the deity.
The ancestral inscriptions located on the North Cliff are more terrifying than the divine patterns left by the gods. They were left by the Third Confucian Patriarch, one of the twenty heavens. Now, under the influence of Nalan Danqing, the holy energy of heaven and earth in the entire Shushan has been transformed.
Congregate towards her.
The blurry figure said: "Talented woman, do you still remember the old friend from the Tomb of the Dead God and the Endless Abyss?"
Nalan Danqing frowned and fell into long-lasting memories. Suddenly, he thought of something and stared at the confused figure opposite him with unbelievable eyes.
"Impossible, how could you be him? He has obviously..."
Unknowingly, she had lost her spiritual power, and all her ancestral writings receded like the tide and disappeared on the North Cliff.
The blurry figure said: "I still remember that year, we took a boat to the sky and floated on the river of corpses to avoid being hunted. I also remember the bloody corpses we picked up in the endless abyss.
piece."
The doubts in Nalan Danqing's mind were all gone, because only the two of them knew about these two things.
She stared without blinking, still feeling too illusory, as if the demon in her heart burst out again, trying to swallow her into the illusion.
The sun sets completely.
A full moon rises in the sky, as bright as a jade plate.
Under the moon, Nalan Danqing looks even more pure and holy, like an orchid on the edge of a cliff, not like the fireworks of the world.
Wan Canglan looked at the two figures on the edge of the cliff with confusion. He really couldn't guess who they were. They seemed to have a close friendship with Dan Qing. If she hadn't been standing aside, it would have been impossible for both of them to embrace each other.
Together.
Could it be that Dan Qing actually had a sweetheart over the years?
Wan Canglan snorted heavily, "Who among the men in the world is worthy of Danqing?"
Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power to heaven and earth, and then revealed his true face. He looked at Nalan Danqing who was standing on the edge of the cliff with his back to the bright moon, and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for a thousand years, but we are already strangers!"
Nalandan Qingxinhu regained his composure and smiled sweetly: "Yes, I am just unfamiliar! For thousands of years, I have not even received a letter. This is not only unfamiliar, I have become a stranger."
Zhang Ruochen said: "I never thought that a bizarre experience would cost me thousands of years."
"Then after a thousand years, how many people will Danqing be you will meet?" Nalan Danqing said.
This question seemed to hit Zhang Ruochen's Achilles' heel.
Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully and said: "Tonight is the Lantern Festival, the moon is full in the sky. It's a beautiful day, and old friends are visiting. Can't we just blow the cold wind here? Why don't we go to your thatched cottage, drink a pot of tea, and talk about each other for thousands of years?
Isn’t it a joyful thing to do something interesting?”
"You came to Shuzong secretly just because you want to tell me about your interesting stories over the years?"
"I can also listen to your interesting stories."
Nalan Danqing shook his head and said, "You have changed!"
Zhang Ruochen touched his face and said with a sense of loss: "A person who has died twice will naturally not be able to return to his original appearance."
"I'm not talking about your appearance."
"what is that?"
"If I had asked you in the past which person Danqing was the first person you met, you would have answered truthfully and then explained the various reasons. But just now, you mentioned Lantern Festival on purpose to remind me that you came to visit during such a festive season.
I, how much do you value this friend of mine? If I say that you are scheming, I am not unjustly accusing you, right?" Nalan Danqing said.
Zhang Ruochen sighed: "Is it true that I can't use any means in front of you? If you see me so clearly, how can we talk about it next..."
"But I like it." Suddenly, Nalan Danqing said.
Zhang Ruochen asked in surprise: "What do you like?"
"I like that you can come to see me on the Lantern Festival. I like that you tell me the questions I asked in a way that I prefer. In short, I like everything. I am just very happy. I am more happy than the Lantern Festival in the past thousand years combined.
.”
Instead of going to the thatched cottage, they just stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bright moon and the boundless sea of school, telling all kinds of things about the past, present and future.
From time to time, laughter and laughter erupted.
Nowadays, Nalan Danqing is no longer the talented woman with holy books beside Queen Chi Yao, and Zhang Ruochen is no longer a remnant of the previous dynasty wanted by the court. Both of them can put aside their respective identities and get along with each other more easily than ever before.
The old woman guarding Beiya has already left.
However, Wan Canglan still stood by the bamboo forest, staring at the two people on the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately, he could not hear their conversation and could not see the figure of the man clearly.
Zhang Ruochen and Nalan Danqing each took out a guqin, sat opposite each other, completely forgetting that there was a third person on the cliff, Wan Canglan, and started playing.
Play several songs in a row.
Zhang Ruochen pressed the strings with his ten fingers, stopped, and asked: "I just picked up the music again recently. Can I still play these songs well?"
"Of course it's wonderful. For a mentally strong person like you, it's easy to master the music. It's a pity that it's still far behind compared to a real master of the piano."
"I can't be called a master of piano?"
Nalan Danqing shook his head.
"Who deserves it?"
Nalan Danqing blinked and hinted to him.
Zhang Ruochen put away his guqin and didn't want to play against this master of qintao anymore. Originally, he had been very confident in his musical attainments these days, but he suffered a blow from the talented woman with the holy book.
"Ten years of flute and a hundred years of flute, and a thousand years of pipa and ten thousand years of harp. Young master Ruochen has only been practicing for a long time, and he wants to be called a master of qin? You can't be so stingy, right?" Nalan Danqing said.
"I won't play anymore, Feng Qin. I wanted to see my old friend, but I was completely ruined."
"I can teach you, just become a disciple."
"Let's just catch up on old times, shall we?"
"There is nothing old to talk about, so in your eyes, Danqing is actually an old person? With new people, shouldn't the old people be forgotten?"
"I can't beat you. I've lost. You'd better teach me to play the piano. I'm the master. I accept my disciple's bow."