"It's not clear yet. Although they showed up, they have never fought with anyone. How is Danqing thinking? Should I go to the Heavenly Court with me? Before coming, I had already gone to find the fairy concubine, Qing Mo and the others, and I'll wait for your reply now." Wan Canglan said.

Nalan Danqing sighed quietly: "There are so many monks in Kunlun Realm who have woken up from the Middle Ages. They are all unparalleled in talent. Some of them must have entered the ranks of strong people. Do you really have no power to protect yourself?"

Wan Canglan heard that she seemed unwilling to be born, so she did not want to force her and was about to say goodbye to leave.

Nalan Danqing's pair of beautiful eyes suddenly stared at the bamboo forest behind Wan Canglan, revealing a confusion, saying, "Have your sister been followed?"

"boom!"

Wan Canglan's eyes trembled, and the power of the Great Saint burst out.

Accompanied by a phoenix cry, a phoenix shattered out of her body and hanged in the air, with its wings as red as blood, and the flames burned the space to twist.

In the ancestral spirit world, Wan Canglan and Mu Lingxi each received half of the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix.

The old woman who was responsible for guarding the Beijing had white hair and flowing electric wires, released her mental power, and investigated from all directions.

There is a ancestral text left by the Confucian ancestor in Beiya. If it weren't for following them, outsiders wouldn't have thought of breaking into this place.

After a moment, Wan Canglan frowned and said, "I have released the Fire Phoenix Dao Realm, why haven't I sensed the breath of other monks?"

"It seems that there is no fourth person." The old woman said.

Nalan Danqing looked calm and stared at the location of a beautiful ball of Bauhinia under the bamboo forest. He said, "Your Excellency has a high mental power, and the technique of qi retention is extremely mysterious, and it has almost completely integrated with the heaven and earth. However, I have lived in this Bei Cliff for hundreds of years, and I know every grass, tree, flower and stone here as I know."

"You are incompatible with the nature here and the rules of heaven and earth here."

"Zheng!"

A holy flame war sword on Wan Canglan's back flew out automatically, blending with countless rules of the holy path, dragging out the extremely dazzling flames and sword energy, and slashing out with one sword.

This sword contained infinite destructive power, which shocked the ancestral texts of Beiya.

But, strangely, the battle sword burning with the blazing holy flame stopped above the bush of Bauhinia, and was stopped by an invisible force.

Wan Canglan's pretty face changed and mobilized all his strength.

However, the sword of war cannot be cut off or taken back.

"Wow!"

A blurry figure appeared beside the bushes of redbuds, with one hand behind her back, and the other hand grabbed the hilt of the trembling Holy Flame War sword sword, and walked over in a leisurely manner.

Wan Canglan's slender and beautiful legs burst out with powerful force. He kicked his toes and turned into a gorgeous and beautiful Naruto, and hit the figure with a palm.

The vague figure twisted a little.

Wan Canglan punched the sky with a punch, dragging a flame pattern on the ground, almost unable to stop the speed, and rushed into the bamboo forest. She fixed her body, turned around and looked at the blurry figure holding a battle sword, her eyes extremely complicated.

You know, when she launched the attack just now, she had already released her debut domain.

However, the other party could walk around in her Dao Realm and easily avoid her attack.

How high is this level of cultivation?

The vague figure said, "It's not bad. It's worthy of having the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix and the Jiuyao God Lord. The cultivation of the Canglan Martial Saint has reached such a high level."

It was obviously a praising sentence, but compared with the situation of the fight just now, Wan Canglan heard it very harshly and felt that the other party was sarcastic.

Jiuyao God Lord, the fifth-ranked Great World in the Western Universe, 100,000 years ago, fell in the gods' war, leaving only nine tears and flew to Kunlun Realm.

The nine drops of divine tears contain the essence of the divine power and cultivation inheritance of the Jiuyao Goddess, and were each refined and absorbed by the Nine Heavens Xuannv.

I have such an opportunity and practiced for thousands of years, but I can't even touch the other person's shadow.

Now that the other party praises her, how could Wan Canglan be happy?

"Since you are so provoking, how can I not be with you?" Wan Canglan burst out with a stronger destructive force from his fearless heart. The high temperature of the flame seemed to be refining everything in the world.

Nalan Danqing said: "Your Excellency, this Bei Cliff is the forbidden area of ​​Shuzong. Those who intrude will be killed without mercy."

When she said this, her two white and slender jade fingers merged and raised them over her head. Suddenly, the heaven and earth became square and circle. The countless ancestors were floating above her head like stars in the sky.

The so-called ancestral text is similar to the divine pattern.

However, the power of the divine pattern can be as high as possible.

For example, even gods will be afraid of the divine patterns left by the gods.

The ancestor Wen, located in Beiya, is more terrifying than the divine patterns left by the God Lord. He is left by the third Confucian ancestor, one of the twenty heavens. Now mobilized by Nalan Danqing, the holy energy of the entire Shushan heaven and earth gathers to her.

The vague figure said, "Does the talented woman still remember the old friend in the Tomb Forest of the God Death and the Endless Abyss?"

Nalan Danqing frowned and fell into long-standing memories. Suddenly, he thought of something and stared at the confused figure opposite him with an incredible look.

"Impossible, how could you be him? He has obviously..."

Before she knew it, she had dissipated her mental power, and all her ancestors retreated like a tide and disappeared on the North Cliff.

The vague figure said, "I still remember that year, when we rode a boat on the sky and floated on the river of corpses to avoid the pursuit. We also remember the blood-stained chess pieces we picked up in the endless abyss."

Nalan Danqing was full of doubts, because only the two of them knew about these two things.

Her eyes didn't blink at all, and she stared at it like this, still feeling too illusory, as if the demon in the heart burst out again, trying to swallow her into the illusion.

The sunset is completely set.

The full moon rises in the sky, as bright as a jade plate.

Under the moon, Nalan Danqing is more pure and holy, like a secluded orchid by the cliff, not in the world.

Wan Canglan looked at the two figures on the edge of the cliff in confusion. He couldn't guess who they were. He seemed to have a deep friendship with Danqing. If she hadn't stood aside, they might not have been hugged.

Has Danqing actually had a sweetheart over the years?

Wan Canglan snorted coldly, who is worthy of the men in the world?

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and then revealed his true face. Looking at Nalan Danqing standing by the cliff with his back facing the bright moon, he smiled and said, "We have never seen each other for a thousand years, but we are unfamiliar!"

Nalandan Qingxin Lake returned to its calmness and smiled sweetly: "Yes, it's just unfamiliar! For thousands of years, I haven't even received a letter. This is not just unfamiliar, it's simply a stranger."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I didn't expect that a bizarre experience would cost me thousands of years."

"So how many people are you the one whom you have seen after a thousand years?" said Nalan Danqing.

This question is like pointing Zhang Ruochen's fatal point.

Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully and said, "Tonight, the Lantern Festival is full of the moon. Good times and old friends are visiting me. Could it be that we are blowing the cold wind here? Why not go to your cottage, drink a pot of tea, and talk about their respective interesting things for thousands of years. Isn't it a joy to have a happy thing?"

"You came to Shuzong secretly just to talk to me about your interesting stories over the years?"

"You can also listen to your interesting stories."

Nalan Danqing shook her head and said, "You have changed!"

Zhang Ruochen touched his face, felt lost, and said, "Those who have died twice naturally cannot return to their original appearance."

"I'm not talking about you."

"What is that?"

"If I asked you before, how many people you met, you would definitely answer truthfully and explain the reasons. But just now, you deliberately mentioned Lantern Festival to remind me that you attach great importance to me as a friend when you come to see me on such a festive festival. I said that you are very scheming and didn't wrong you, right?" Nalan Danqing said.

Zhang Ruochen sighed: "In front of you, can you really not use any means? I can see me so thoroughly, how can I talk about it next..."

"But I like it." Suddenly, Nalan Danqing said.

Zhang Ruochen said in surprise: "What do you like?"

"I like you to come to see me on the Lantern Festival day, I like you to tell me the questions I asked in a way I like more. In short, I like everything, I am very happy, and I am more happy than the Lantern Festival that has been combined in the past thousand years."

Without going to the cottage, they stood by the cliff, looked at the bright moon, looked at the boundless sea of ​​learning, and told all kinds of past, present, and future events.

From time to time, laughter and joy come out.

Nowadays, Nalan Danqing is no longer the talented woman in the holy book beside Empress Chi Yao, and Zhang Ruochen is no longer the remnant of the previous dynasty wanted by the court. Both of them can put aside their respective identities and get along with them as relaxed as ever.

The old woman guarding the North Cliff had already left.

However, Wan Canglan was still standing by the bamboo forest, staring at the two people on the cliff. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear their conversation or see the figure of the man clearly.

Zhang Ruochen and Nalan Danqing each took out a guqin and sat opposite each other, completely forgetting that Wan Canglan, the third party, was playing it.

Play several songs in a row.

Zhang Ruochen pressed the strings with his fingers, stopped, and asked, "I have only picked up the rhythm again recently. Is it okay to play these few songs?"

"Of course it's amazing. It's easy for a strong man like you to master the rhythm. Unfortunately, it's still too far behind the real master of piano."

"I can't even be called the Master of Qindao?"

Nalan Danqing shook her head.

"Who can call it?"

Nalan Danqing blinked and hinted to him.

Zhang Ruochen put away the guqin and did not want to play against this master of piano. Originally, he had full confidence in his musical attainments these days, but he was hit by the talented girl of the Holy Book.

"Ten years of flute, a hundred years of flute, a thousand years of pipa, a thousand years of zither. Mr. Ruochen has only practiced for a long time and wants to be a master of zither. Isn't it so stingy, right?" said Nalan Danqing.

"I won't play it anymore, Feng Qin. I wanted to see my old friend, but I was useless."

"I can teach you, just become a disciple."

"We're going to reminisce about the past?"

"There is nothing to be described. Is it true that in your eyes, Danqing is an old person? With a new person, shouldn't the old person be forgotten?"

"I can't tell you, I lost, so I'd better teach me to play the piano. Master is here and I'll be bowed to you by my disciple."
Chapter completed!