What day will it be that I shall be in the same boat with the prince?
Wen Zhaozhao had another dream. She dreamed that she was walking on the colorful clouds in an illusion. In front of her was a towering palace. The two gods guarding the gate had ears as big as fists and eyes as bright as gold. Wen Zhaozhao saw a few floating objects floating on the high gate. One word - Nantianmen, these two immortals seemed to be invisible to her, no matter how she shouted or waved, no one paid attention to her.
"You really have big ears for nothing." Her mouth went dry when she heard Zhaozhao shouting. She put her hands on her hips. She had never been to Jiuzhongtian, but she still felt very familiar.
"Clairvoyant, did you hear someone scolding me?" Shunfeng Er rubbed his nose and sneezed. His round head shook like a bouncing ball, which was very funny.
The clairvoyant eyes squeezed and squeezed, and a golden light passed through Wen Zhaozhao's body. He also wondered: "I didn't hear it. I always felt that there was a double image in front of me, vaguely like a person."
The two people looked at each other and touched each other's foreheads. They must be too tired.
Wen Zhaozhao held her belly and laughed so hard that she was out of breath. She was about to continue watching the fun of these two gods, when she saw the two of them suddenly stood up straight, and a man wearing silver armor and a black crown stepped forward. , Wen Zhaozhao looked up and saw, his grandma's, isn't this Jing Yuan?
It's amazing that she actually came to heaven in a dream.
After Jing Yuan said hello to Qianliyan Shunfeng Er, he walked in with a jade box in his arms. Wen Zhaozhao followed behind him. Jing Yuan took long steps. Wen Zhaozhao was out of breath after just a few steps. Wen Zhaozhao faced his back. He grinned and shook his fist: "Why are you still so arrogant in my dream? Do you still want to eat my invincible divine fist?"
Jing Yuan looked back as if feeling something. Hearing Zhaozhao's heart trembled, and his fist stopped not far from his chest, completely forgetting that others could not see him.
Just like this, they walked one after another and finally arrived at Jing Yuan's residence. Wen Zhaozhao looked around. There were clouds and mist in his courtyard, and there were various spiritual trees. It was very beautiful. Wen Zhaozhao sniffed. , all kinds of floral fragrances are mixed together, and it smells sweet and delicious.
A layer of barrier was laid out in the main hall of Prince Jing Yuan's palace. Wen Zhaozhao stretched out her hand and tried it, and found that she could actually pass through it. She saw the box in Jing Yuan's arms shaking constantly, and there was a faint black air. She smelled it. Why does the taste feel familiar?
"Be honest." Jing Yuan raised his hand and applied a seal to the box. The screams in the box were louder than the other, but he ignored them. If Wen Zhaozhao hadn't seen the fine sweat on his head, he would have been calmed down. Look like you're cheating.
At this time, Wen Zhaozhao realized that what was in the box was not a treasure, but the energy of chaos.
"Jing Yuan, if I die, you will die too. Are you willing to do so? You have been working for the world for four thousand years. In the end, everyone wants to trade your life for peace. They wish you had died earlier and taken me away." Chaos of Chaos The sound of the Qi became shrill due to pain, almost piercing the eardrum. Through the box, you could see that the Qi was being burned continuously. The chaotic Qi kept changing its appearance in an attempt to block the flames. It continued to confuse: " Jing Yuan, live on, you are the person in this world who deserves to live the most, let those cowards and those gangsters die."
Jing Yuan's expression became a little looser, and it was precisely because of his distraction that the seal shattered, and the energy of chaos came out of the air, directly poking a hole in Jing Yuan's chest, and then fled away. Jing Yuan looked down. , deep white bones can still be seen in the blood hole as big as a bowl.
Wen Zhaozhao was frightened by this scene. She took a sharp breath and woke up from her dream. There were small beads of sweat on her forehead. She coughed violently. Recently, this dream has become more and more strange. In the past, she dreamed of a faceless man. , today she directly dreamed that Jing Yuan released the energy of chaos, and she patted her chest.
Upon seeing this, Mimi hurriedly stepped forward with a fan to fan her, hoping to use the cool breeze to blow away the fear and anxiety in her brows.
Wen Zhaozhao suddenly stood up and kicked off her shoes: "Where is His Majesty the Crown Prince?"
"Miss, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince returned home after sending you back yesterday." Mimi asked with concern: "The island owner almost got angry yesterday. Fortunately, the Crown Prince came down in time and told the island owner that you were taking him to visit the island. I went there and sent many treasures over, so the island owner calmed down."
"It was the prince who sent me as a gift yesterday." Wen Zhaozhao cast his gaze out the window, somewhat unsure of where to go. Mi Mi thoughtfully stopped talking.
After watching this for a long time, Wen Zhaozhao began to put on her shoes slowly. She stared at the ground without blinking, as if she suddenly understood: "I, Wen Zhaozhao, are back again!"
Mimi was speechless and flew out of the window again.
Wen Zhaozhao stretched a lot, got dressed and was ready to go find Xue Ming. He had a busy day yesterday, so he should have gone to the prince's residence.
Wen Zhaozhao went out in a hurry. She had to go through the demon market to go to the prince's residence. She shook the pendant, and the demon uncle who made ice tofu finally came out of the stall. Wen Zhaozhao was overjoyed and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily. She was so proud. He stepped over the stool and sat down, "Boss, here are five bowls of iced tofu."
Wen Zhaozhao counted on her fingers. She must be busy today and her physical strength must be consumed very quickly. She must not be as hungry as yesterday, otherwise she would be laughed at by Jing Yuan. She curled her lips and held out five fingers. : "Five more bowls."
"okay."
As soon as Wen Zhaozhao smelled the smell, her eyes lit up. She took a mouthful of milky white juice and asked vaguely: "Boss, where have you been these days? I miss ice tofu."
"Oh." The boss drawled his voice, and after a long while he stuttered and replied: "I've been ill these past few days and took some rest."
His eyes were so dark that he glanced at Wen Zhaozhao's face. Wen Zhaozhao's spoon fell to the ground with a clang. The boss scratched his head, slowly picked up the spoon and said, "I'll get another one for the lady." .”
Wen Zhaozhao stared at him and before he could react, he was hit on the back of the head by a small stone. Xue Ming stood beside Jing Yuan excitedly and waved to him: "Zhaozhao!"
"I was just about to go find you. Why are you here? Where is Brother Yin He?" Wen Zhaozhao instantly put the glance behind him and said it was just an illusion.
"Brother Yin went to return the stolen soul. My little master said that our ancestors of the Xue family had great merits and virtues. He wanted to take me to the ancestral hall to ask for blessings from our ancestors and find a way to solve it." Xue Ming sat opposite Wen Zhaozhao. Yesterday, because of He was too worried. In order to distract him, Yin He told him that the thief was Jing Yuan pretending to be a thief. He never expected that he, like Wen Zhaozhao, was a pushover. He was squatting at Jing Yuan's residence early this morning to let him Teach yourself marksmanship.
Wen Zhaozhao slapped the back of his head, which was still a little painful, and immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, I also thought of this and wanted to go to the ancestral hall with you."
"Then I ate ten bowls of iced tofu on the way to find him." Jing Yuan spoke without saltiness, exposing her lie. He looked at Wen Zhaozhao intently for a moment. Wen Zhaozhao had four braids today and all of them were still there. A small bell was hung, and the bell rang crisply whenever someone spoke.
Wen Zhaozhao's pretty face turned red, but he still said hard: "I can't eat or sleep because of my good brother. How can I eat ten bowls, only eight bowls? As long as my good brother can get well, I will eat fast every day." Anything is fine." She added in her mind that this vegetarian meal must be iced tofu.
There were indeed two full bowls on the table. Jing Yuan looked at Wen Zhaozhao thoughtfully, and then quietly hid one of the bowls in his sleeve.
However, Xue Ming was very helpful. He held Wen Zhaozhao's hand movedly: "Good brother, the price you paid for me is really high. If I don't eat you anymore, you will be skin and bones."
Jing Yuan didn't want to listen to the nonsense of these two people anymore, so he kicked Xue Ming's stool leg and said coldly: "You still can't leave."
Only then did Wen Zhaozhao look at him head-on. He was wearing a black and gold coat today. He had a tall and straight figure. A golden dragon lay on his back, with its claws facing his vest. Wen Zhaozhao felt itchy in his heart. The bloody hole in her dream was at this location.
Sensing Wen Zhaozhao's gaze, Jing Yuan felt a little uncomfortable. He coughed twice and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Wen Zhaozhao suddenly woke up, but her head lowered lower and lower. She muttered in a low voice: "The waist is quite thin."
Perhaps thinking of the ridiculous things in the forest, Jing Yuan's face darkened, and he stopped keeping the two of them in custody and walked forward blindly.
The ancestral temple of the Xue family is not far behind the Xue Mansion. It is surrounded by vigorous cypress trees. .
The cypress leaves are so dense that they almost block the sunlight. Even during the day, it feels like night.
"Xue Ming, take out the gun." Jing Yuan's expression changed.
The overwhelming cypress leaves were still growing upwards. Xue Ming took out the red tassel gun from the spirit bag. He had no spiritual power and it was very difficult to lift it. He was accidentally bent over by it. No matter how Xue Ming shouted, No reaction was seen from Hongying Gun.
Jing Yuan lit a fire on his fingertips and sneered coldly: "If you can't even lift a gun, why bother learning to shoot from me."
Wen Zhaozhao felt a little cold, and instinctively moved closer to Jing Yuan. The firelight reflected on her face, like a dancing butterfly waiting for me. What Jing Yuan said was unpleasant, and Wen Zhaozhao pursed her lips tightly.
"This is the tomb guardian of your ancestral hall. It doesn't know you, it only knows this gun. You can use this gun to go in and seek blessings from your ancestors." Jing Yuan realized Wen Zhaozhao's little move and lit the fire in his hand. The ones are bigger.
Wen Zhaozhao understood what this meant. Some famous families would leave tomb guardians after their death to protect their descendants. The tomb guardians were not allowed to leave for generations. People who were not recognized by the tomb guardians meant that the ancestors did not recognize them. , how ironic.
By the light of the fire, Wen Zhaozhao discovered that Xue Ming's face was paler. The cypress leaves were still growing. If he didn't move forward, he would be thrown out by the tomb guardian. She was not a member of Xue's family and could not make this choice for Xue Ming. All she could do was wait.
"Little master, I will go in dignifiedly without relying on this gun."
