Zhan Tai Mingyue was picked up by her master in Penglai.
It was a sunny day, the wind was gentle, the sky was clear and the air was clear.
Under the sunlight, the azure blue sea shines with sparkling light, as if a thin layer of gold powder is sprinkled on the blue jasper, which is both dazzling and gentle.
The sea breeze was blowing gently. Penglai Yidu Zhenjun, who had returned from visiting friends, casually sat on his knees on a simple wooden boat and drifted into the distance with the waves on the sea.
The man who looked to be only in his thirties had a sloppy beard, long hair hanging casually, thick black eyebrows, narrow eyes half-squinted, holding a half-tilted wine bottle in his hand, one leg bent , supporting his knees with one hand, the spout of the wine pot facing his mouth, tilting his head up, and the crystal wine fell into his mouth.
The other free hand was not idle either. His fingers were tapping on the side of the ship nimbly, and from time to time he hummed a few tuneless tunes.
The whole person could not recognize the demeanor and deportment of True Monarch Nascent Soul at all.
On the blue sea, a figure suddenly appeared from mid-air, and then crashed heavily into the sea directly in front of the boat, causing the water to splash several feet high.
The seemingly thin and simple boat was as stable as a mountain in the waves, without shaking at all. Even the speed of travel did not change at all. Facing the surging waves, it still moved steadily in the established direction. Drive away slowly.
When the boat passed by the silver figure floating on the sea, the half-squinted Iwatari Lord tapped the tune with his index finger on the side of the boat, and the silver figure seemed to be spit out by the sea. A string of water splashed up and fell on the stern of the boat.
From the beginning to the end, the speed of the boat did not change. After picking up the silver figure, there was no other movement from the Yidu Zhenjun.
And the silver figure that was scooped up was lying at the stern of the boat, with its clothes in rags and wet hair, lying there unconsciously for a full month.
When I woke up again, I was already in Penglai, a world away from home.
Zhan Tai Mingyue, whose soul was injured, had no cultivation, and whose mind was completely blank, was accepted as a disciple of Zhenjun Yidu and was named Qingyue.
Later, she became the Saint of Qingyue.
The injury to the soul caused fragments in Zhan Tai Mingyue's memory. As his cultivation improved and recovered, the soul was constantly being repaired, and more and more memory fragments emerged.
It wasn't until he broke through to the golden elixir realm that all his memories finally went smoothly.
On the deck that day, Zhan Taimingyue, who used her spiritual eyes, had actually discovered something was wrong with Lingchu long ago. However, she did not cry out because she was also guessing whether the other party was Lingchu.
This is the boundless sea, a place that I had never even heard of when I was in the Eastern Continent.
Since Zhan Taimingyue regained her memory, she has not only hoped to find everything that might be related to Donglu, but also was afraid of finding anything related to Donglu.
Donglu is her hometown, and Sanqing is her sect. She has her teachers, classmates, friends, and relatives.
But Penglai was also her sect, which trained her to become a saint, and her master, Yidu Zhenjun, was her savior.
Zhan Taimingyue was troubled in her heart.
After truly recognizing Lingchu, he was completely relieved. Since Junior Sister Lingchu appeared here, it meant that the outcome of the matter would eventually be settled.
After so many years of hesitation, it actually makes people feel relaxed when things are about to settle and a decision must be made.
Therefore, before Zhantai Mingyue returned to Penglai, he left Lingchu to stay in Yuehua Pavilion.
Both of them had a lot of questions waiting to be asked to each other.
Lingchu wanted to know Zhan Taimingyue's experience over the years.
Zhan Tai Mingyue wanted to know whether the old friends and teachers in Donglu were okay.
Naturally, we hit it off immediately, and the topic seemed to be endless.
These topics include happiness, sadness, wonder, and emotion, but they bring the two people who have been separated for decades gradually closer.
Time has no end, but the journey always has an end.
Penglai, a paradise mountain with boundless sea.
Immortal energy condenses into three ridges, and the fan blows into the eight deserts.
The color of the clouds is reflected in the tide, and the sun shines brightly through the waves.
White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night.
I know that Penglai is a different world, and the blue water is thousands of miles away.
Morning clouds, dusk rain, and smoky smoke. This is a fairy island gently wrapped in snow-white clouds. The pavilions are white, the blue waves are vast, and under the rays of light, it is as beautiful as a landscape painting.
No wonder, Penglai is called a fairyland.
During the visit, the clouds are misty, the jade steps are like snow, the fragrance is fragrant, and cranes and birds are chirping. Even ordinary people standing there can feel a transcendent thought in their hearts.
Lingchu followed Senior Sister Mingyue and Saint Wuge as they walked through the Penglai Immortal Island. The journey was smooth and smooth. The monks they met were all fluttering in white, full of celestial looks, and their expressions were all otherworldly and indifferent.
Saint Maiden Wu Ge had a straight face and a dignified demeanor, while Zhan Tai Mingyue still looked cold and cold.
It is very convenient to walk among Penglai.
In this situation, Lingchu was embarrassed to smile too brightly, and the smile on his face became more dignified. His jade-like face became cold, and he looked like a complete immortal.
Saint Wuge didn't know the details of Lingchu, but she took a second look and nodded secretly, yes, this is what a monk looks like.
And Zhan Taimingyue, who knew the details of Lingchu, had a subtle smile at the corner of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth softened slightly. Junior sister Lingchu had not seen her for many years, but she was still as quirky as ever.
However, Zhan Tai Mingyue recalled the time when he was in Sanqing Daozong.
Sanqing Dao Sect is an ancient sect, but the sect is not so rigid and serious. On the contrary, most of the disciples are very energetic.
Even when we were in the mountains, there was still a lot of smoke and fire in the world.
The smiles and expressions on everyone's faces are all very vivid, but they don't have such a consistent demeanor. Only occasionally when they go out and represent the image of the sect, everyone will adopt the inscrutable and detached appearance of immortals.
Penglai is a good place, but unfortunately, it lacks fireworks and life.
"I will take Lingchu to my cave first, and then go to see the master." When they arrived at a main hall, Zhan Tai Mingyue and Saint Wu Ge said.
Saint Wuge glanced at Lingchu, who was standing obediently behind Zhantai Mingyue, her gaze deepened, and then she raised her chin, "It's up to you, I can't control you anyway."
After saying that, Saint Wuge opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end she just snorted coldly and left without looking back.
Zhan Tai Mingyue didn't care, but turned to look at Lingchu, "Every monk in Penglai can choose one of the islands near Penglai as a cave when they reach the golden elixir realm. However, the saint son and saint can choose to live there." On Penglai Island, I was too lazy to open up an island, so I chose a cave on the island. It is a bit remote, but it is better than being quiet. I will take you there to live there first, and leave other things to me."
Lingchu nodded and glanced at Zhan Tai Mingyue with some concern.
The things that need to be resolved are naturally the matter of identity and returning to the Eastern Continent.
