The three-day period has passed, and Tianzun Yuntian comes to the Rising Sun Palace again.
He seemed to have known Chang Ling's decision for a long time, and was just waiting for him in front of the palace, with a tacit understanding.
Before leaving, Chang Ling looked back indifferently, and took one last look at the Rising Sun Palace. His eyes stayed on Lan Sheng for a long time, and finally turned around and went to the Babel Tower with Yuntian Tianzun.
Lan Sheng stared at his back until the figure disappeared from sight. Mo Ran felt a sore nose and all the reluctance in his heart welled up in his heart.
She understood that Ling, the leader of the retreat, had already made a decision and went to Xuancheng just to buy farewell gifts for herself and her masters.
So she kept suppressing her emotions because she didn't want to become a burden to him.
Last night, on the tiles on the roof of the Rising Sun Palace, Chang Ling and Lan Sheng admired the moon together.
"Lan Sheng, can you blame me?" Chang Ling looked at the bright moon. The bright moonlight shone on his face, making him look so cold.
"I will only miss you." Lan Sheng did not cry and looked at the bright moon, as if he had grown a lot in an instant.
The bright moon was in front of him, and the stars in the sky seemed within reach. Lan Sheng wanted to reach out and touch them, but he could only detect a void of darkness. Just like Yun Tian, who she loves and hates at the same time, the person she loves is so close to her, yet so far out of reach.
"I had no choice about the retreat, but I have never forgotten the five-year agreement." Chang Ling stretched out his right hand, and clearly visible on his wrist was the red string given to him by Lan Sheng, which was a token of their love.
"Before I come back, you must wait for me." Chang Ling's deep eyes turned to Lan Sheng, his eyes were bright and sincere.
Lan Sheng met Chang Ling's longing eyes.
When their eyes met, all the words were swallowed, leaving only one word: "Okay."
She was willing to wait, she was willing to trust him unconditionally and support him, just because he fulfilled her fantasy and only promised him a family, so what if he was bruised and bruised?
Chang Ling smiled faintly, rubbed Lan Sheng's head affectionately, and when Lan Sheng was in a daze, he quickly pecked her lips.
Under the moonlight, there was a faint blush on his cheeks.
Meet under the stars and part in the sky. The bright moon has witnessed their meeting and getting to know each other, their lasting love, and will also witness their farewell and separation.
Pulling away from the memories, Lan Sheng let out a long sigh, tears welling up in his eyes: This separation lasted only two years, how many more two years can he have in his prime?
Lan Sheng fled back to his room, hid under the quilt, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and fell asleep unknowingly.
The childish face of You Ruo appeared in her mind, and she said seriously: "Yuntian are a group of heartless and unrighteous people. For the sake of the common people they call themselves, they will abandon anyone, including you."
Looking around, Lan Sheng found that he was in the Nether Demon Realm, and You Ruo was trying to persuade him not to leave with Chang Ling.
Lan Sheng wanted to say that Chang Ling would never abandon her, and was eager to explain. He hurriedly tried to hold Youruo's hand, but he couldn't touch her.
In vain, Lan Sheng opened her eyes. She sat up suddenly, holding the jade on her chest tightly in her hands, and the clothes on her back were soaked with cold sweat.
Chang Ling has been in seclusion for nearly two years. During his absence, Lan Sheng often dreamed of the scene when he left the demon world. It was so real, but lingering like a nightmare.
"Dong, dong, dong" There were three knocks on the door, and Du Ce's bright voice came from outside the door: "Lan Sheng, are you there?"
It was Du Ce's shout that pulled him back from his dream.
Only then did Lan Sheng remember that she had made an agreement with him a few days ago to practice sword practice with him today. He had already overslept, and hurriedly responded: "Right away, right away." He immediately got up and quickly After getting dressed, he opened the door.
"The Cloud Exploration Conference will be held in a while. How are you preparing?" Du Ce came forward and handed the wooden sword in his hand to Lan Sheng.
But Lan Sheng didn't take it, saying that he still needed to wash up, so Du Ce had to go back to the hospital and wait.
The Tanyun Conference focuses on the exchange of techniques and is specially prepared for ordinary disciples. It aims to discover disciples with potential and talent and focus on cultivating them.
Lan Sheng is already a disciple of the Immortal Yunxu, so she is not allowed to participate in this meeting. However, Lan Sheng has been practicing magic for more than two years, and the Immortal Yunxu is eager to see her accomplishments, so she He sent her to compete in the competition, casually taking Zhu Ling with her.
"Why didn't you call me Senior Sister?" Lan Sheng asked after finishing washing but not seeing Zhu Ling.
Du Ce stood up and made a shushing gesture next to Lan Sheng's ear, and whispered softly: "Don't wake up Zhuling, it's just the two of us today."
Lan Sheng was full of confusion: Then you made so much noise when you knocked on my door just now?
But before he had time to think about it, Du Ce pulled him out of the Rising Sun Palace and all the way to the martial arts training ground.
"Why don't you bring senior sister with you?" Lan Sheng was a little confused. Previously, he was so shameless that he wanted to drag Zhuling with him.
Du Ce scratched his head and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Zhu Ling's birthday will be in a few days. I want to buy a gift for her, but I don't know how to choose."
"So you want to ask me?" Lan Sheng glanced at Du Ce, wondering why a tall man could be so coy.
I don't know when Du Ce started to pay special attention to Zhuling, as if he had a different kind of affection. Lan Sheng, who was also Zhuling's junior sister and had a lively personality, was forced to become his source of information.
Du Ce often fawned over Lan Sheng, and then grabbed her and asked her about various things about Zhuling.
"Yes." Du Ce nodded, a blush flashing on his cheeks.
"Hey~ why are you blushing?" Lan Sheng wrinkled his nose, looking disgusted for a while.
Although Chang Ling often blushed before, he was only shy when he was intimate. You haven't even revealed your horoscope, so why are you blushing?
A slight cough brought Lan Sheng's thoughts back, and Du Ce said awkwardly: "Then Lan Sheng, do you have any suggestions?"
At this time, the blush on his face became even worse, spreading to the roots of his ears, as if he had a braised pig's head on his body.
Lan Sheng thought for a while and said solemnly: "You can give senior sister a sachet. She will like it very much."
Bamboo Ling likes to wear sachets and always has a light fragrance on her body.
But since Changling left, Zhuling's temperament has changed a lot, and she has begun to practice diligently, and gradually has less time to pay attention to the sachet. If you give her a fragrant sachet, she will definitely love it.
Moreover, Lan Sheng knew that the sachet was a token of love, and she hoped that Du Ce would express his affection as soon as possible. If he liked it, it would only make sense to speak out boldly. In this regard, Lan Sheng guided Du Ce many times, but he was always too timid and timid, and he did not dare to speak.
Du Ce lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and felt that this idea was indeed a good one: "Junior sister Lan Sheng is wronged to practice by herself first, while I go to prepare the sachet."
"Are you going down the mountain? Take me with you. Take me with you." Lan Sheng's eyes were filled with light. Chang Ling had been in seclusion for nearly two years, and he had not gone down the mountain for nearly two years.
Now Lan Sheng has long been able to master the sword, but Chang Ling is not here, so she doesn't want to go alone. At most, she can just run around in Yuntian.
Du Ce thought for a while and felt that the sachet made by himself could better express his feelings, and the Yuntian Duolingcao was a rare spice in the world.
Thinking that the spices still need to be dried and pounded, and the capsules need to be sewn, which are all time-consuming and delicate tasks, Du Ce immediately thanked Lan Sheng and ran away without waiting for Lan Sheng's response, which annoyed Lan Sheng. There was a burst of anger.
Looking at Du Ce's retreating figure, Lan Sheng felt a huge spiritual gap. Chang Ling had not celebrated his birthday yet.
After thinking about it, Lan Sheng was too lazy to practice swordplay. It was time for him to start preparing birthday gifts for his senior sister.
After much thought, Lan Sheng decided to make a sword spike for his senior sister. After thinking about it, he turned back to the Rising Sun Palace.
One morning, Lan Sheng sat at the table and stretched. After three days of hard work, he finally made a sword spike that satisfied him.
Lan Sheng yawned and was about to go to bed to catch up on his sleep, when there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door. When he opened the door, Du Ce's anxious face came up to him, which really startled Lan Sheng.
"Let's go down the mountain and buy a sachet!" After three days of sleepless and nightless attempts, Du Ce finally gave up the idea of making his own sachet.
Originally, he planned to make the sachets himself, but after actually getting started, he discovered that the process was much more complicated than he imagined.
The patterns are crooked no matter how embroidered they are, and the seams on the capsule are not neatly sewn. The most important thing is that the scent of the spiritual grass, which is obviously fragrant, is a bit pungent after he mixes it. If you smell it for a little longer, you will feel dizzy. nausea.
Seeing that Zhuling's birthday was getting closer, Du Ce had no choice but to find Lan Sheng again and ask her to go down the mountain with him to help him choose a sachet that Zhuling liked.
Lan Sheng was still yawning, looking exhausted, and encouraged Du Ce perfunctorily, asking him to try more on his own. After saying that, Lan Sheng was about to close the door, but was stopped by Du Ce.
A series of setbacks had already shattered his self-confidence. No matter what, Lan Sheng had to accompany him down the mountain. After being pestered by him, Lan Sheng had no choice but to agree to go with him.
