"Empress Fuyao asks to see Lord Yun Zhong!"
"Empress Fuyao asks to see Lord Yun Zhong!"
"Empress Fuyao asks to see Lord Yun Zhong!"
After passing the news, Wang Xiaotai stood in the palace of Yun Zhongjun. He stood with bare hands in the radiance of the hall. He lowered his eyes and lowered his head. He did not kneel down or speak. He just stood silently in the center of the hall.
When the palace door closed, the cloud lanterns in the palace were as bright as day. The slightly swaying lamp was caught by the wind, and suddenly a lantern exploded, becoming the only sound in the hall.
Yun Zhongjun sat high up, carelessly playing with a black chess piece in his hand.
There is no one to play against him, and he ends up in the next game.
Seeing that there was no movement after Wang Xiaotai came in, Yun Zhongjunfang raised his head and looked at her.
"Why, you came to see me and didn't say anything. Do you want me to guess?"
Yun Zhongjun also wore white, the most popular color among the gods in the heavens, and a cloud crown on his head, but his white was different from that of the gods.
Under the clear illumination of the cloud lanterns, Yun Zhongjun's silver-white snow-white hair was winding like water waves. The dim yellow light softened the deep edges of his facial features, making him like the gods hanging down from the ancient murals to love the world, hazy and astonishingly handsome. It is completely not a creation that the mortal world can possess.
There was a warm smile on his face that was rare among immortals. His eyes looking at Wang Xiaotai were warm and gentle, as if an elder looked at his ignorant nephew with the same intimacy.
Counting Mother Lishan, this is the third god who took the initiative to show kindness to Wang Xiaotai.
Wang Xiaotai did not accept his warmth. She looked at the ground without looking into Yun Zhongjun's eyes. She cupped her hands and bowed slightly, "Your Excellency, the little god came here today just for one person." life."
Yun Zhongjun twisted the chess pieces with his slender fingers and landed on the white jade chessboard, "Who made you unhappy?"
Wang Xiaotai raised her head and looked directly into Yun Zhongjun's eyes. Her attitude was very calm, as quiet as a windless and rainless lake, "I want to kill Jin Nanjing."
Yun Zhongjun tilted his head and looked at the young god who was about to kill the gatekeeper of Nantianmen as soon as he opened his mouth. He suddenly remembered their first meeting not long ago.
That day, Jiuchongtian Bai Yujing was very noisy, and the Immortal Immortal Bell jingled non-stop.
Yun Zhongjun was too lazy to care about what was going on. He had never been interested in those gossips. Just when he was about to close the palace door and clean up his own cultivation, Empress Fuyao actually dropped everything and came to his palace door, knocking on her door. The palace door that had not been visited by anyone for thousands of years rang.
If she just knocked on the palace door, Yun Zhongjun certainly had no interest in opening the door for her and letting her in. He knew without looking that Fuyao Empress was attracting world attention and was the target of public criticism, and he had no interest in tainting her cause and effect.
But Yun Zhongjun still let her in.
Just because she said something: The world is clear, but I am faint, the world is watching, but I am depressed, my way is incomplete, and my way is unkind.
My God is above, Fuyao, I offer you my God.
As the immortals watched, the clouds flowed, and the palace door of Yun Zhongjun suddenly opened.
Wang Xiaotai stepped forward and walked in.
This move will naturally lead the immortals to believe that this arrogant and arrogant Fuyao Empress is a supporter of Yun Zhongjun and is protected by him.
This is also the most important reason why the Emperor of Heaven did not attack Wang Xiaotai immediately when he rebelled against Wang Xiaotao and told the truth about the dragon clan being slaughtered in the Baiyujing Immortal Court.
If there is no backstage, Wang Xiaotai can certainly kill it at will.
But now that Yun Zhongjun has vouched for her, the Emperor of Heaven has to weigh the weight of Yun Zhongjun behind her.
Of course Yun Zhongjun knew, but he was just not interested in getting involved, not that he was incapable of getting involved with Empress Fuyao.
"Wang Xiaotai, you are the second immortal to come to me."
Yun Zhongjun looked at Wang Xiaotai quietly and said Wang Xiaotai's real name in one breath.
Wang Xiaoti didn't ask who was the first one, because before her, the only person who could find the true form of the 'God of Tao' and be protected by the 'God of Tao' was Jin Nanjing, the gatekeeper of Nantianmen.
In every immortal selection meeting, Jin Nanjing's name will be mentioned countless times. His glorious deeds, his hard work, his extraordinary background, and his majestic kindness are all things Wang Xiaotai has long been familiar with.
After Wang Xiaotai brought three thousand black-robed priests to immortality, the repeated propaganda material of the Immortal Selection Conference changed from Jin Nanjing to Wang Xiaotai.
"Guessing my identity can only mean that you have some brains, but... this cannot be regarded as the reason for me to protect you. There are many people outside who are sharpening their knives against you. I can let you in. I have no intention of letting you out."
Yun Zhongjun's white hair was shawl, and he had a slight smile.
"So I brought you a gift."
Wang Xiaotai's magical power was working, and a vague object appeared in her hand. She carried this object and stepped forward step by step.
As he walked forward, he raised this thing in front of him.
They were heavy, bloody and bloody dragon heads.
Yun Zhongjun recognized that this was the dragon's head belonging to the old dragon of the Dragon King of Dongting. The dragon's eyes were especially prominent, looking at him blankly.
Yun Zhongjun's eyes circled around the dragon's head and looked at Wang Xiaotai who had stopped in his tracks while holding the dragon's head. Through Wang Xiaotai's unruffled indifferent eyes, his blood-stained hands, his face and lips as pale as porcelain...
He saw a soul, beautiful yet fragile, bright yet dying.
"I can bring you countless such dragon heads, dragon meat, and endless dragon blood. I will do my best to live on and hunt down them in this world and the next. If the dragon clan is immortal, I will continue to live.
"Can these satisfy your taste?"
Wang Xiaomo threw his arm and threw the Dragon King's head under Yun Zhongjun's seat. He waved his sleeves and thousands of bottles of the freshest dragon's blood in glazed bottles were neatly arranged in front of Yun Zhongjun.
It's steaming hot and filled with fishy smell. This is the sincerity from Wang Xiaomai.
"Everyone in the heaven is eager for these dragon flesh, dragon blood, dragon liver and dragon marrow, and I am only willing to dedicate these to my god. I only hope that my god is healthy.
"What's more, my God, the relationship between us is far from the little friendship you saved me from the dust. There are still entanglements between us that are beyond the reach of others."
Yun Zhongjun stepped on Dongting Dragon Lord's dragon head with his snow-white shoes, crushed it lightly, kicked the dragon head aside, and asked with interest: "Oh? I don't know, there is something between us. What kind of distant love?"
Wang Xiaotai raised her head with a calm expression, "My senior brother in my mother's palace is Li Jiutuan."
With a clang, huge spiritual pressure exploded in the hall. Several immortal envoys in the palace vomited blood, fainted, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Wang Xiaomo choked in her throat, and a mountain of spiritual pressure pressed down on her. Her dress suddenly opened and opened several cracks. Fortunately, she had been prepared, her divine power was working, her steps were not disordered, and she nailed it hard. On the spot, his golden eyes flashed slightly, and he swallowed the blood overflowing from his chest.
Yun Zhongjun blinked his eyes, letting a wisp of crow-blue murderous light shine in his clear black eyes. He raised a hand and was about to launch a killing move against Wang Xiaotai.
Wang Xiaotai's mouth was full of blood and she said loudly: "Have you forgotten, in this small seaside town, when you were looking for your senior brother, you were deceived by the secret set up by your mother? Even if you passed by your senior brother, you wouldn't be able to find him. It's me." I showed you the way and helped you find your senior brother!"
Yun Zhongjun remembered that Wang Xiaotai had indeed given him directions that night.
Thinking of this fate, he put away the killing move in his hand, leaned forward slightly, with an unpredictable expression, "Let me ask you, have you practiced dual cultivation with him?"
Wang Xiaotai suddenly raised his head.
Yun Zhongjun asked impatiently: "Yes or no?"
Wang Xiaotai lowered his head. He already knew the situation of his senior brother. He suppressed the surging anger in his heart and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course not. Senior brother is like the bright moon in the sky, hanging high above. How can he look down on an ant like me? "
Yun Zhongjun nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "Yes, Master, he seems to be easy to get along with, but in fact he is the most picky."
When I looked at Wang Xiaotai again, she was much more pleasing to the eye.
Since she is Li Jiutuan's descendant, Yun Zhongjun naturally recognizes her as his descendant.
He accepted the gift Wang Xiaoti brought for him and personally sent an envoy to send Wang Xiaoti away.
This is their first meeting.
Now Wang Xiaotai came to Yun Zhongjun again and asked him for Jin Nanjing's life.
Yun Zhongjun knocked on the chess pieces. Should he satisfy her small request?
(End of chapter)
