"I'm curious, how did you find me coming in." A gloomy voice came from the green robe.
"Who are you?" Yang Zhen asked in a deep voice.
His mind raced, and he thought that the only useful treasure was the amulet given by the mysterious female cultivator back then, which should be in Zhao Yue'er's storage bag.
Suddenly he felt something was wrong. Why didn't the little girl make any movement?
Looking down, he saw that her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned and her eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.
"What did you do to her?" He was shocked and angry.
"It's okay, I just let her sleep." The man in green robe replied.
Yang Zhen felt it carefully and saw that the little girl's nose was slightly flaring, and then she exhaled and felt slightly relieved.
The man in green robe didn't want to wait any longer and said directly: "If someone wants to see you, come with me."
"Who wants to see me? Who are you?" Yang Zhen did not move.
"I'm the Internal Affairs Hall Wei Biao," the man in green robe said impatiently, "As for the person who wants to see you, you don't need to ask any more questions."
After saying that, he stretched out a palm to grab Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen did not resist. The cultivation levels of the two are so different that any movement is meaningless.
Besides, he was also worried about hurting Zhao Yue'er.
"I'll go with you!" He straightened up, gently put the little girl down, and grabbed the clothes beside the bed.
Seeing him putting on his clothes quickly and with a calm expression on his face, the man in green robe showed a subtle hint of approval.
He raised his feet and walked towards the door. Yang Zhen followed closely behind without saying a word.
When he got outside the house, the man stretched out his hand, and a small flying boat about ten feet long floated in the air.
This flying boat is completely pitch black, and if it weren't for being too close, you might not be able to spot it.
The man in green robe grabbed Yang Zhen, jumped up, and the two of them came to the boat.
The flying boat rushed into the night sky like an arrow from the string, and quickly merged into the moonlight.
…
The Yunxiao Mountains under the moonlight are like a static ink landscape painting.
The mountains are undulating and majestic; the strange peaks stand proudly and majesticly.
The ravine is deep and dangerous, and the bottom cannot be seen; Bai Lian flies into the sky, and the sound stops the moving clouds.
The man in green robe was silent, standing on the bow of the boat with his hands tied, and controlling the airship to move forward rapidly.
Yang Zhen was worried and scared, not knowing what happened.
Lord Zifu, who will you take me to see in the middle of the night?
The ancestor of Jindan!
When the hell did I ever provoke such a person?
Could it be that my time traveling identity has been exposed?
This was the biggest secret in his heart, and he didn't mention it to anyone except Xiaocao.
Thinking of Xiaocao, Yang Zhen glanced at the stone chain in her hand and regretted taking it with her.
You won't be discovered, right? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
Just leave it to fate, he comforted himself.
This spaceship was faster than any other spaceship he had ever flown in, and various mountain peaks and dangerous valleys flashed past him as if in fast forward in a movie.
In about a quarter of an hour, the flying boat slowed down.
A huge mountain peak appeared in front of us.
…
This mountain peak is much higher than the surrounding mountains. It reaches into the sky and is magnificent.
Like a human emperor, accepting the worship of his ministers.
Yang Zhen had a vague suspicion in her heart.
The bow of the flying boat was raised and it climbed towards the top of the mountain.
After a while, a world covered in silver appeared ahead.
Woods, cliffs, snow fields...
There is also a palace that looks simple and old, but covers an extremely large area.
There were no footprints on the snow, as if no one had been here for thousands of years.
When he was less than a hundred feet away from the palace, Wei Biao put away the flying boat, picked up Yang Zhen with one hand, and landed lightly on the snow.
Immediately, he strode forward.
He held Yang Zhen in his arms, and the two of them arrived at Guanmen in an instant without their feet touching the ground.
When you push the door open and enter, the courtyard is quiet, as if no one is inhabited.
Wei Biao led Yang Zhen around the corridor on one side, as if he was afraid of trampling on the snow in the courtyard.
Along the way, you can see cornices, carved beams and painted buildings. The decoration is extremely exquisite, which is completely different from the simple appearance.
The two of them felt like they were in a deserted place. They didn't see any obstacles or encounter any disciples or elders along the way.
After passing through the corner gate, passing through corridors, and going around halls, I don't know how many houses I passed, and finally came to a large hall.
Wei Biao stood at the door, his body slightly bent, and he cupped his hands and said: "Ancestor Qi, people have brought it."
After speaking, he held his hands together and stood solemnly.
Under his influence, Yang Zhen remained motionless and did not dare to express her anger.
Shaoqing, a majestic voice came from the hall: "Why have you been gone for so long?"
Wei Biao hurriedly said respectfully: "I am having a night banquet with a few disciples until Haishi. My ancestor has told us not to disturb others, so we have to wait for some time."
"Oh," the voice inside said calmly: "Go down first and let him in."
"Yes!" Wei Biao responded, turning around and urging in a low voice: "Ancestor, let you go in by yourself."
Yang Zhen was both worried and curious. She took a deep breath and walked forward.
The palace door automatically opens to both sides. He walked in and saw that the space inside was quite large, supported by many white jade pillars. Each pillar was engraved with legendary birds and animals, which were lifelike.
There are side doors on both sides, and incense is lit under the platform in the middle, with a few smoke floating in the air.
There is a futon in the middle of the platform, and a fat man with a round face is sitting on it.
The fat man had a rosy face and a smile, but his appearance looked a little older.
Yang Zhen didn't dare to look anymore, she quickly lowered her head and prostrated on the ground: "Yang Zhen, the new student in Ding Maonian, has met the ancestor!"
"Well," the old man responded: "Stand up."
Yang Zhen stood up as instructed.
He plucked up the courage and looked up at the old man.
"Haha," the old man seemed amused by this move. He didn't feel dissatisfied at all. He just stared at him carefully.
Yang Zhen was beating in her heart, not daring to move, and kept encouraging herself to stay steady.
What is he looking at?
What's good about me?
He is——
Yang Zhen suddenly realized that he was checking my spiritual roots!
Sure enough, the old man ordered: "Go and stand up there."
Yang Zhen looked in the direction he indicated and saw two white jade plates the size of millstones suddenly appeared between the two pillars.
This is exactly the spirit-detecting platform he saw in Qingyun Palace!
Unable to refuse, he followed the instructions and walked between the two white jade plates, placed his hands flat and pressed his body against one of them, then closed his eyes and waited quietly.
Seeing how skillful he was, the old man was slightly surprised: "Have you used it before?"
"I took the test at Qingyun Palace two years ago." Yang Zhen answered honestly.
"How long was the spiritual root at that time?" the old man continued to ask.
"One inch at a time." He didn't dare to hide anything about something that could be known at a glance.
As he spoke, the formation had already been activated. After a while, a green light emerged from the bottom of the white jade plate, and the entire mirror instantly turned green, like a huge leaf.
Yang Zhen didn't dare to open her eyes, but her heart was in her throat.
Can Yiyi use the bluestone space to hide her under the nearly every detail of the spirit detection platform?
How long will his spiritual roots be?
