"It's unclear for the time being, although they show up, they have never played against others. What is Dan Qing thinking about? Would you like to go to heaven with me? Before I came, I've been looking for fairy concubines, Qing Mo them, and wait Your reply. "Wan Canglan said.

Nalan Danqing sighed quietly: "There are so many monks who have awakened from the Middle Ages in the Kunlun realm. They are all talented, and some of them must have entered the ranks of the strong. Doesn't it even have the strength to protect itself?"

Wan Canglan heard that she seemed unwilling to be born, so she did not want to force her and was about to leave.

Nalan Danqing's beautiful eyes suddenly stared at the bamboo forest behind Wan Canglan, showing a confusion, saying: "Is my sister being followed?"

"boom!"

Wan Canglan's eyes flickered, and the majesty of his body broke out.

With the cry of a phoenix, a phoenix imaginary rushed out of her body, suspended in midair, and the wings were red as blood, and the space was distorted by the flames.

At that time, in the ancestral spirit world, Wan Canglan and Mu Lingxi each took half of the inheritance of the Ice and Phoenix.

The old man responsible for guarding Beiya, with white hair flowing electric wires, released his mental strength and explored the Quartet.

There are ancestral texts left by the Confucian ancestors at the North Cliff. If they were not behind them, outsiders would not want to break in here.

After a moment, Wan Canglan frowned, and said, "I have released the phoenix domain, why didn't I feel the breath of other monks?"

"There doesn't seem to be a fourth person," the old man said.

Nalan Danqing looked indifferent, staring at the position of a group of bauhinia blooming under the bamboo forest, saying: "His spirit is very high, and the Qi-concentrating method is also extremely mysterious. I have lived here for hundreds of years on this northern cliff, and I know all the grass, trees, flowers, and stones here. "

"You are not in harmony with the nature here and the rules of heaven and earth here."

"Oh!"

A sacred flame war sword on Wan Canglan's back automatically flew out, blending with the endless rules of the Cause, dragging out the scorching flames and sword qi, and a sword swung out.

This sword contains endless destructive power, and the ancestral text that shook the North Cliff has emerged.

However, it is strange that the battle sword burning with the flames of flames stopped at the Bauhinia bushes and was anchored by an invisible force.

Wan Canglan changed his face and mobilized his strength.

However, the war sword was neither slashed nor recovered.

"Wow!"

A blurry figure appeared beside the bauhinia bushes, with one hand behind his back and one hand grabbing the trembling flame of the holy flame of the sword, and walked leisurely.

Wan Canglan's pair of slender beauty // legs, bursting into a powerful force, kicked his toes, turned into a gorgeous and beautiful Naruto, hit the figure with one palm.

The fuzzy figure was distorted.

Wan Canglan was boxing empty, dragging a flame pattern on the ground, almost unable to keep up the speed, rushed into the bamboo forest. She stayed in shape, looked back, and looked at the vague figure with a war sword in her eyes.

You know, when she launched the attack just now, she had released the domain.

However, the other party was able to walk in the courtroom and avoid her attack easily.

How high is it to do this?

The vague figure said, "Yes, it is worthy to have the inheritance of the Phoenix of Ice and Fire and the God of Jiuyao.

Obviously, it was a compliment, but compared with the situation just now, Wan Canglan heard it harshly, and felt that the other party was ironic.

Jiuyao God, the lord of the Great World Heaven Power World, which ranked fifth in the Western universe 100,000 years ago, fell in the Divine Warfare, leaving only nine drops of God's tears and flying down to the Kunlun Realm.

Nine drops of tears contain the spirit essence and cultivation of Jiuyao Shenjun, which was absorbed by each refinement of the nine heavenly goddess.

With such an opportunity, he practiced for another thousand years, but he could not even touch the shadow of the other party.

Now the other side praised her instead, how could Wan Canglan be happy?

"Since Your Excellency is so provocative, do I have no reason to be unaccompanied?" From the heart of fearlessness, Wan Canglan burst into a more destructive force. The flame temperature was high, and it seemed to refine everything in the world.

Nalan Danqing said: "His Excellency, this northern cliff is the Shuzong forbidden area.

When she said this, her two jade white and slender jade fingers merged and she raised her head. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth became square and countless ancestors, floating like a starry sky above her head.

The so-called ancestral text is similar to the **** pattern.

However, the power of the **** pattern has also been lowered.

For example, the divine pattern left by the deity, even the gods will dread.

The ancestral text on the northern cliff is more terrible than the **** pattern left by the deity. It is left by the third Confucian ancestor of one of the Twenty Heavens. Now it is mobilized by Nalan Danqing. Meet her away.

The vague figure said, "Does the talented girl still remember the old man who sacrifice the tomb forest and the endless abyss?"

Nalandan's brows frowned, and she fell into long-term memories. Suddenly, she thought of something, and stared at the confused figure opposite her with unbelievable eyes.

"Impossible, how could you possibly be him, he obviously already ..."

Before she knew it, she had dissipated her spirit, and all her ancestral texts receded like a tide, disappearing on the northern cliff.

The vague figure said, "I still remember that day when we boarded the sky boat and floated on the corpse river to avoid hunting. Also remember the blood-stained ones we picked up in the endless abyss. piece."

Nalan Danqing's doubts were gone, because only the two of them knew these two things.

Her eyes didn't blink, she just stared at it like this, still feeling too illusive, as if the demon of the heart burst out again, to devour her into the illusion.

The setting sun fell completely.

The sky rose round and round, bright as a jade plate.

Under the moon, Nalan Danqing is more pure and holy, like a blue orchid on the edge of a cliff, and does not eat human fireworks.

Wan Canglan looked at the two figures on the edge of the cliff doubtfully. It was really impossible to guess who it was. It seemed that she had a deep friendship with Dan Qing. If she was not standing by, she said that they might not be both. together.

Is it true that Dan Qing has a sweetheart these years?

Wan Canglan snorted heavily. Who in the world is worthy of Dan Qing?

Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power, and then he revealed his true look. He looked at Nalan Danqing standing on the edge of the cliff with his back to Mingyue, and laughed, "We haven't seen it in a thousand years, but we are rusty!"

Nalandan Qingxin Lake returned to peace and smiled sweetly: "Yeah, it's rusty! For thousands of years, we haven't received a letter. This is more than rusty, it's a stranger."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I did not expect that a bizarre experience made me lose a thousand years."

"So after a thousand years, how many people have you seen in Danqing?" Nalan Danqing said.

This question seems to be the point of death for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, and said, "Tonight's Lantern Festival, the moon is full of heaven. Good days and good friends come here, do we have a cold wind here? Why not go to your cottage, drink a pot of tea, and talk about each one for thousands of years. Would n’t it be a fun thing? ”

"You secretly come to Shu Zong, you just want to talk to me, what's your funny story these years?"

"Also listen to your funny things."

Nalandan Qing shook his head and said, "You have changed!"

Zhang Ruochen touched his face, and if he was lost, he said, "People who have died twice will naturally not be able to return to their original state."

"I'm not talking about you."

"what is that?"

"If I had asked you before, Dan Qing was the first person you met, and you would definitely answer it and explain the reasons. But just now, you mentioned the Lantern Festival intentionally to remind me that you came to see it in such a festive season. How much do I value my friend. I said that you were serious and didn't wrong you, right? "Nalan Danqing said.

Zhang Ruochen sighed: "In front of you, is it really impossible to use any means? See me so thoroughly, how can we talk next ..."

"But I like it." Suddenly, Nalandan said.

Zhang Ruochen wondered: "What do you like?"

"I like that you can see me on the Lantern Festival. I like you telling me the questions I like in a way that I like better. In short, I like everything, and I am very happy. I am more happy than the Lantern Festival in the past thousand years. . "

Without going to the thatched cottage, they were standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bright moon, and looking at the boundless sea of ​​learning, telling all kinds of past, present, and future.

Every now and then, laughter.

Today, Nalan Danqing is no longer a sacred scholar of the side of Empress Chi Yao, and Zhang Ruochen is no longer a former dynasty wanted by the imperial court. Both can lay down their identities and get along more easily than ever.

The old man guarding the North Cliff has already left.

However, Wan Canglan still stood at the edge of the bamboo forest, staring at the two men on the edge of the cliff, but unfortunately, he could not hear their conversation and could not see the figure of the man.

Zhang Ruochen and Nalan Danqing each took out a guqin and sat facing each other. They forgot that Wan Canglan, a third person, was playing on the cliff.

Play several songs in a row.

Zhang Ruochen held the strings with his fingers, stopped, and asked, "I only picked up the rhythm recently. How many of my songs can I play?"

"Of course it is wonderful. A mentally strong person like you can easily master the rhythm. Unfortunately, compared to the real master of the piano, it is still too far away."

"I still can't be called a master of piano?"

Nalandan shook his head.

"Who can be called?"

Nalan Danqing blinked and hinted to him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Zhang Ruochen put away the guqin and didn't want to play against this piano master again. Originally, these days he has full confidence in his musical accomplishment. The saintly genius was hit here.

"Ten years of flute, hundred years of flute, and thousand years of pipa, ten thousand years of piano. If you have been practicing for so long, would you like to be a master of piano? Wouldn't you be so mean?" Nalan Danqing said.

"No more, Feng Qin. I wanted to see my old friend, but I was ruined."

"I can teach you, you can just learn."

"Let's go back to the old days?"

"There is no old narrative. Isn't Dan Qing an old man in your eyes? With the new man, shouldn't the old man forget it?"

"I ca n’t say you, but I lost. Teach me how to play the piano. The master is on top, and worshipped by the disciples."

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