Colorful roses climbed from one wall to the other. Although they lacked the care of the sun, they still bloomed quietly.
Xiao Mengjiu was so idle that he almost grew mushrooms. He flew around in the small courtyard and counted the newly sprouted petals of the roses in the courtyard countless times.
The lively scene before is no longer seen. Han Bing was half dead, Qingluan was seriously injured, and it was unknown which master's treasure was moved to him. The baby Qilin slept like a thunderbolt, but Yan Ci was the only one who could play outside.
When she thought of being trapped in the Sumeru Ring and becoming moldy, Xiao Mengjiu felt aggrieved, bored, and itched her teeth with hatred.
Quietly looking out for his spiritual thoughts, Xiao Mengjiu gritted his teeth and said after hearing Yan Ci's uninteresting aesthetic remarks: "The little fox can favor you? He is definitely blind."
Unable to stand still, unable to sit still, lying down, killing time, she gradually reached the pinnacle of practice!
The body temperature of the young Qilin warmed the quilt. Xiao Meng Jiuying opened her mouth slightly and spat out a golden object. She glanced at it and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Time slipped away gently, and the sound of thunder completely interrupted his thoughts.
Not long after, there was a loud roar that could be heard hundreds of miles away. The Sumeru Ring is an independent semi-mustard space, and it is still buzzing with vibrations.
Immediately afterwards, the wind roared, and the feeling of floating suddenly arose. She was swept up into the sky with Yan Ci's body, rolled and thrown into the deep sea far away.
Xiao Mengjiu didn't have the opportunity to witness the true appearance of the strange beast that stirred up the storm, but just by the roar that made all the creatures in the world crawl to the ground, the identity of the visitor was already revealed. Except for the true dragon, no creature in the world could have such power. Powerful!
Patting his groggy head, he suddenly found that the young Qilin had also woken up and was looking at him blankly.
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Yan Ci was as angry as a thread, as if even his soul had been blown apart by the storm.
Xiao Mengjiu muttered and cursed the Plague Dragon while giving Yan Ci a bottle of Ruomu Qiongjiang to heal his injuries and prolong his life. Then he put his hand on Yan Ci's back to help move the heaven and earth to activate the medicine's dispersion.
After struggling for a long time, Yan Ci was still unconscious.
There are many changes in the deep sea. Xiao Mengjiu simply casts a spell to isolate the breath and sinks to a secret place on the seabed to treat his injuries. This is the reason why Mei Ying cannot find Yan Ci based on the Demon-Slaying Emblem.
The next day the weather was clear and clear, and under Xiao Mengjiu's meticulous care, the injury improved slightly.
In the next few days, Yan Ci was extremely weak. Sometimes he fell asleep, sometimes he was slightly conscious, and he wasted his time sleeping and waking up.
The wind whispered softly in his ears. In a daze, he vaguely saw Xiao Mengjiu driving a mythical beast to fly through the clouds and mist. He also vaguely saw many people standing silently around him. Every face was somewhat familiar, but he was confused and confused. clear.
After a few hard glances, I felt sleepy. When I fell asleep again, I suddenly heard Han Bing's voice complaining: "Sleepy guy, you won't change despite repeated admonitions!"
Yan Ci regained consciousness and hurriedly opened his eyes to take a peek. Han Bing was nowhere to be seen, but there was a mythical beast filled with green smoke carrying him through the waves.
This beast has the ability to avoid water. Wherever it passes, water waves will run to both sides. The mythical beast walks through the water as if it were walking on flat ground.
Xiao Mengjiu firmly grasped the long mane on the neck of the mythical beast, shouted "Guqia, Guqia", and drove the beast to run wildly.
Yan Ci was frightened and struggled to stand up to take a closer look.
Xiao Mengjiu heard the sound, looked back and saw Yan Ci's half-dead look, and said bitterly: "If he still doesn't recover after drinking half a bottle of wine, I will kick him into the sea."
The mythical beast seemed to be able to understand human speech and turned its head to take a look.
The head and tail of this beast are more than several feet long. It is covered with thin green scales and has two jade-green sharp horns on its forehead. The horns are covered with flesh. Its appearance combines the shape of a dragon and a horse, and the heroic, vigorous and noble posture of the divine horse is fully displayed.
When he smelled a unique and familiar fragrance in his nose, Yan Ci became more and more certain that the mythical beast was the young unicorn.
I remember that after the young unicorn swallowed the Fire Toad whole, it groaned and became extremely sleepy all day long. Yan Ci secretly thought that the disease came from the mouth, and was worried that something unexpected would happen.
Xiao Mengjiu once advised: "Qilin is a benevolent beast. It is gentle in nature and can distinguish between good and evil. It does not live with insects or flowers. If it encounters evil spirits, it will bite them with its mouth. This situation seems to be a sign of advancement, so it is best not to disturb it. .”
Yan Ci listened to his words, so he ignored them. Looking at it at this time, Xiao Mengjiu was still prescient.
The young unicorn seizes the toad pill for its own use. After advancing up the ranks, its body changes freely. When it marches, clouds grow on its four hooves, green smoke floats, and it looks elegant and elegant.
Yan Ci didn't know the life and death situation of his companions, so he couldn't help but feel worried about them.
Xiao Mengjiu said sarcastically: "It's just mediocre, those few people are not short-lived, but you almost lost your hair."
After saying a few more words, tiredness rose and Yan Ci fell into a deep sleep again. As soon as the illness begins to recover, one naturally sleeps very comfortably. When he woke up, the fragrance of Ruomu Qiongjiang lingered between his teeth again. Xiao Mengjiu had a soft mouth, but it turned out that he still cared for him very much.
Yan Ci cheered up, barely able to discern the direction, and quickly asked where he was going?
Xiao Mengjiu curled her lips and said: "You know, the big monster is running wildly on its own path, and there is no way to stop it."
The young unicorn raised its head and roared towards the sky, seeming to be extremely dissatisfied with the name of the monster.
Xiao Mengjiu knew that he had made a mistake, so he gently rubbed the back of the baby Qilin's head and said repeatedly: "It's a divine beast, an auspicious beast, Yan Ci is the monster!"
The sea is vast and full of rolling green waves. The Qilin beast is meandering suddenly to the south and sometimes to the east. The few islands and the tracks of the sun, moon and stars are the coordinates of its journey.
Yan Ci and Xiao Mengjiu were at a loss, suspecting that the Qilin Beast had either lost its way in wandering around, or had lost its head due to its great power.
The morning light of the next day faded, and the Qilin Beast finally slowed down. In the distance, there is a vast expanse of blue sea mist, forming an ignorant world where the sky and water meet, as if the real end of the sky and the corner of the sea are before our eyes.
Listening closely, there was nothing unusual except for the surging sound of the waves, and Yan Ci could not help but be filled with doubts.
Qilin stared at the layers of mist, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia, as if he was visiting his hometown again, with a bit of uneasiness hidden in the warmth. Yan Ci lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, thoughtfully.
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On Shenzhou Island, the horn of battle has sounded, and the monks guarding the island are rushing to their posts, ready to fight.
The soft sound of the wind, the gentle sound of the waves, and the thunderous shouts during training drifted away, and the only thing left was the sound of the beating of the heartstrings before the fight.
When Luo Wangshu received the message of Qinglong's appearance, his blood was instantly ignited. He looked at the rolling waves in the depths of the sea from the sky, and his heart filled with pride that he was willing to ride the long wind and break thousands of miles of waves. The sea is flowing across the sea, and the beauty of a woman is revealed.
Brother Shen Zhou raised his eyes and stared at the graceful and graceful figure. He forcibly suppressed his restless heart and put on his face the determination to die. In order to eliminate demons, they should not look back. They waited, waiting quietly.
In the near east, dense clouds are rolling in, huge waves are rolling, there are thunder and lightning, and heavy rain is pouring.
The green dragon arrives in the clouds and fog, winding and flying, light and erratic, its head and tail sometimes disappearing or appearing. Its scales are green and moist, its divine claws are strong, its eyes are bright, its horns are as shiny as jade trees, and its ridges are covered with golden threads, slowly flowing with hazy purple energy.
The green dragon lowered its head and looked down at the isolated island, showing its majestic and domineering air.
A monk with a gold crown and white clothes held a dragon's head floating in the air and said slowly: "An old friend is here to visit. Please give me Fairy Wang Shu to see you." The sound was like a loud bell, which was heard by everyone on the island. His dragon is waiting in the distance, seemingly without any intention of showing off his power.
Old friend! Everyone was shocked and guessed that the person coming was Demon Emperor Xi Yao. This person's reputation is so great that it is unparalleled in the world. Practitioners all over the world have fantasized about his true appearance countless times, but unexpectedly, he turns out to be such a young man who is standing in his senior years and has a dashing spirit.
Luo Wangshu raised his eyes slightly and said in a complex tone: "The Emperor is here alone to visit, what do you have to say?"
Xi Yao said: "There is no other intention, just to reminisce about old feelings."
Luo Wangshu knew that Xi Yao was arrogant about his talent and disdained to use deceitful tactics. He was unworthy of hospitality to his prime minister, so he waved his sleeves and screen and withdrew from the group of cultivators. He turned sideways and invited the emperor, "Please come to the island." Narrative.”
There was no temptation in her words. Xi Yao had the power to control the sea and lift the sky. The deployment on the island was actually not useful. It would be better to be frank and appear magnanimous.
At the head of Shenzhou Island, there is a solitary stone hanging in the air, with spiritual talismans carved on the stone. The talisman has nine and eighteen bends, shaped like the word "zhen". A rusty iron sword hangs between the vines under the stone. Qinglong looks at it with some fear.
"Dragon-slaying sword!" Xi Yao muttered, feeling relieved.
Luo Wangshu has transformed from an ignorant junior scholar to a great monk who has reached the state of enlightenment. This invitation candidly shows that he has a mind as bright as the moon in his arms, and he keeps Qinglong at bay. The island is full of aura and murderous intentions are hidden. With the power of the formation, you should have some confidence to fight against yourself.
Xi Yao didn't have any intention of being a drunkard, so he put his hands together and rolled out a flying carpet and spread it in the air, saying: "This is a heavily defended place. It's inconvenient to disturb each other. Please have a drink here."
"Spring Rhythm Spiritual Blanket!" Luo Wangshu said calmly, "The emperor still carries this thing that I worshiped in the past?"
Xi Yao said: "It's a gift from an old friend. It's not surprising that I miss people when I see things." After saying this, he dismissed the green dragon and floated onto the carpet.
Qinglong leaned over and jumped into the clear waves. Suddenly, the clouds and mist filled him and he was nowhere to be found.
The rhyme of spring ripples with the rhyme of spring. From the moment you step on Luowangshu, you can feel the early sun steaming and melting the spring spirit, and the breeze ruffles the fragrance of flowers, presenting a picture of "the grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are drunk on the dike." The lush scenery of "spring smoke".
The group of cultivators marveled at the beautiful spring light emerging between the vast sea and sky, as illusory and misty as a mirage, yet refreshing.
There are tables and chairs on the carpet, and there are bottles and wine. Xi Yao condescends to brush the mat to invite guests, pours wine and wine in greeting, his tone is soft and gentle, and his demeanor is natural and unrestrained.
Luo Wangshu often thought of Xi Yao's advice, but who would have thought that today he would become a formidable enemy. He couldn't help but sigh: "We have been away for many years. How is the emperor doing?"
Xi Yao said bluntly: "The fairy's voice and appearance are very close to my heart. I just hate that I am so far away across the sea that it is difficult to see me, so I have the temerity to pay a visit to satisfy my longing for a long separation."
Luo Wangshu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said in a calm tone: "When old friends reunite, we should share the joy of Hao. But if you say this when the emperor is watching, wouldn't it be against your will?"
Xi Yao was silent, and then explained: "Nostalgia is woven, it is difficult to leave the homeland, and it is not Xi's wish to be an enemy of the fairy." After that, he solicited wine diligently, spoke kindly, and never mentioned the intrusion across the sea again.
Luo Wangshu originally wanted to persuade him to disband his troops and withdraw his troops, but seeing his stubbornness, he could not utter a single word of his advice.
After staying for a long time, the two of them said goodbye and returned home. Luo Wangshu thanked the emperor and said: "Thank you for the hospitality of the emperor. I am very grateful. Let's say goodbye for now and see you again."
There was a hint of loneliness between Xi Yao's brows, and he said: "I can't say enough, why don't you come and have a glass of wine? When we meet again one day, life and death will be determined by fate." When the words fell, the green dragon jumped out of the clear waves, carrying him with his arms. The wind carries the rain away.
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