He felt a hand wrap around his waist, the strength was not strong enough, and his breathing was stagnant, but then Shui Miaomiao started to laugh.
Intermittent cries came from Qian Yuhe's cloak. Shui Miaomiao patted Wen Renxian's back, and the suppressed sobs gradually turned into cries.
Everyone needs to vent. As long as you have something called 'emotion', even gods are not exempt from it.
What's more, the person in front of me is not a god, he is just a child who is trying hard to be promoted to a god. A child who even thinks twice about crying loudly, and then chooses to hold it back with all his strength.
Wen Renxian was still venting.
His master died, and he felt as if he had been abandoned. It seemed that as long as his cultivation level was higher, everything would change, but there was no such thing.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor died, everything has changed but it seems like it has not changed.
Immortal Master Xianyan is still watching every move here from a distance, only to be trapped in the cloak by Shui Miaomiao. He has great autonomy in this small place, and can mourn and cry for his master... ···
Shui Miaomiao's hands fell on Wen Renxian's back to comfort her, and her eyes drifted to the altar not far away.
As for Xian Yanxianzun's eyes that can kill people.
I asked you to persuade Wenrenxian, what are you doing!
Wen Renxian is still injured, please persuade him to come back quickly!
Kneeling for so many days is just nonsense! All of them like to fool around and don't take their own bodies seriously!
Shui Miaomiao chose to ignore them all.
Either you, Xianyan Immortal Lord, rush in and beat yourself now, or you close your eyes. Everyone has the right to grieve, and no one can deprive it of it.
Do you think you are God?
Hey, this altar is quite pretty!
Shui Miaomiao looked at the altar, and she was a little fascinated. If it weren't for the arms around her waist that tightened a little more force from time to time, Shui Miaomiao would have looked in, and suddenly wanted to kowtow to the altar.
Who built the altar?
No one to ride with.
There used to be only a platform on top of the Tongtian Monument. It was there when the Ancient Immortal Sect established the mountain gate. What was it used for?
It is recorded in the history of ancient immortal sect that it can communicate with heaven, earth and gods.
Xianyan Xianzun just smiled at this. Anyway, he had never seen it, and neither did the Saint Yuan Ancestor. But the Saint Yuan Ancestor had heard his ancestors say it before, but when it was Xianyan Xianzun's turn, he didn't even listen. pass.
The spiritual power is mottled, and it seems that even the gods have died.
The altar on the platform was erected after the death of the Holy Patriarch.
Then there is no need to think too much, the memorial for Saint Yuan Ancestor is placed on the Tongtian Monument.
It seems that the whole world is mourning for the Saint Yuan Patriarch, the last Mahayana monk in the world of gods and demons.
Is it mourning?
Shui Miaomiao looked at the altar and had only one thought. She wanted to kowtow, but for whom, it was definitely not for the Saint Yuan Ancestor.
At this time, in the world of gods and demons, except for the Zhengping Immortal Lord of the Holy Confucian Sect, they are all separated. They are all several generations younger than the ancestors of the Holy Yuan. It is not an exaggeration to kowtow to or worship one of them.
It seems that all the prominent people in the world of gods and demons gathered here to kowtow or worship.
Shui Miaomiao suddenly wanted to touch Fengruo on her waist to see if it was hot, but Wen Renxian's tears were already hot enough and she couldn't tell anything else.
There were footsteps coming from far away. Xianyan Immortal Lord wouldn't really rush in and hit him. Shui Miaomiao looked back and saw an old man with a white beard whose face was full of kindness and kindness. He was also stunned for a moment after seeing Shui Miaomiao.
"It seems that I went in the wrong direction, and my eyes are too old."
You could feel Wen Renxian stiffen for a moment, it was okay, Shui Miaomiao comforted her, tightened her Thousand Feather Crane cloak, and covered Wen Renxian more seriously.
Smiling at the old man, Shui Miaomiao remembered who this old man was. He should be Lan Jixuan's master.
"Shui Miaomiao of the Ancient Immortal Sect has met Immortal Zhengping." Shui Miaomiao smiled apologetically. It was not convenient for her to salute now.
Immortal Zhengping waved his hands casually, not caring about these false gifts.
They all came to pay homage to the Holy Ancestor. He looked at the altar, squinted his eyes, slowly looked away, touched his Bai Ranran beard, and slowly stepped forward to keep a distance that allowed normal communication.
"The death of the Saint Yuan Ancestor is fate. Don't be too sad. If you are really sad and unable to let go, you should cheer up quickly and find a way to tear this day apart. This can be regarded as resolving your hatred."
Although Zhengping Immortal Lord looked at Shui Miaomiao and said it, Shui Miaomiao knew that he probably didn't mean it to her, but this is how to tear the world apart and relieve hatred? It's quite to my liking.
Shui Miaomiao nodded and replied calmly, "What Immortal Zhengping said is true, students should remember it."
Hearing Shui Miaomiao's somewhat serious answer, Immortal Zhengping even burst into laughter. People with prosperous immortality are really different.
His eyes swept over the Thousand Feather Crane cloak.
Shui Miaomiao tightened her hands.
Immortal Zhengping withdrew his gaze and took out a letter from his sleeve.
He seals the pen, gives up power, and no longer accepts disciples.
If the Lan family hadn't approached him, and Lan Jixuan was indeed very talented, he wouldn't have accepted a disciple.
He does all kinds of things, not caring about worldly affairs, but just waiting for another opportunity.
But looking at these young people with unlimited energy today, endless waiting is what kills them. They look for ways to save themselves, but forget to save themselves and give in step by step.
The death of the Saint Yuan Ancestor was caused by karma and obstacles, and it was also impossible to disobey the destiny.
If possible, Zhengping Xianzun would also like to pave the way for the younger generation, but he is old and no longer useful. He is not as strong and see-through as these younger generations.
"This is a child who keeps harassing me. I asked me to bring it to you." Immortal Zhengping handed over the envelope.
"Me, me?" Shui Miaomiao was confused.
Immortal Zhengping nodded slowly, "It's for Ancient Immortal Sect Shui Miaomiao."
"Thank you." Nodding apologetically, Shui Miaomiao took the letter with one hand. Who gave it to Lan Jixuan? Why should I ask Zhengping Immortal Lord to deliver it?
If it weren't for Lan Jixuan's hard request, Immortal Zhengping wouldn't have planned to come, and it was only because he came that he could see these interesting scenes one after another.
Will he be like the Saint Yuan Patriarch sooner or later?
Immortal Zhengping turned and left without looking at the altar.
Didn't he come to pay homage to the Saint Yuan Ancestor?
But he never stepped forward.
Watching Zhengping Immortal Lord, I wonder if it is an illusion.
The surroundings around Zhengping Immortal Lord were just like what Shui Miaomiao had seen in Saint Yuan Ancestor. The tearing of spiritual energy was just not as intense as the surrounding Saint Yuan Ancestor. As Zhengping Immortal Lord went away, the spiritual energy also returned to quietness.
It feels more like a hallucination, something created by one’s own imagination.
Shui Miaomiao looked away and noticed Wen Renxian's uneasiness. Embarrassment was the beginning of everything.
I didn't think much about it at the time. Who knows who is embarrassed now. Anyway, Shui Miaomiao is not embarrassed. Yes, she is not embarrassed, not at all.
Why couldn't Wen Renxian just faint?
After kneeling for several days, not even a drop of rice or water touched her body, and she cried heartbreakingly. If Shui Miaomiao was concerned, she would have fainted and been carried away.
This man's physique is really different.
He put the letter in his hand into Shui Yingyin, took out a handkerchief, and handed it over to Wen Renxian in a tacit understanding under the crane cloak.
The cloak of Qianyu Crane was warm.
When Wen Renxian gently lifted up the crane's cloak with his hand, a cold wind blew around him.
"Ah Qiu, ah Qiu." Shui Miaomiao sneezed.
"The wind is strong above the Tongtian Monument." Wen Renxian's voice was slightly hoarse, but it did not hinder his concern.
Xun Sheng lowered his head and met Wen Renxian's eyes. His reddish eyes were like pink peach blossoms in spring, making Shui Miaomiao's heart flutter.
Why does she look like a red-eyed bunny every time she looks in the mirror after crying?
Wen Renxian was actually a bit breathtakingly beautiful. The reddish and messy corners of her eyes only enhanced her picturesque features and unparalleled handsomeness in the clear moonlight breeze.
