Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Time is a long river flowing downstream, whether it is calm or magnificent, it always flows in the established direction and flows to the destined future.

However, nothing is absolute.

In the long river of time, there are occasional accidents that overturn this ancient flow.

Wei Lan's consciousness was heavily suppressed by something, he couldn't open his eyes, he didn't know where he was, he just felt an irresistible force around him, enveloping him, crashing into waves one after another.

There seemed to be countless swirling vortexes around him, attacking him at any time, trying to change his whereabouts, but the power surrounding him was extremely firm, and there were countless dangers around him, so he stood still, only focused on Go where you want to go.

Wei Lan's consciousness is drowsy, sometimes asleep, sometimes awake, here, he lost the ability to perceive time, but the power that envelops him seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

He vaguely realized.

The destination... is almost here.

At the moment of leaving this state, it feels like a person who has lived in the ocean for a long time suddenly floats to the surface of the water. The air is fragrant and light, and even himself is relaxed and lazy like never before.

In the chariot driven by the dragon and the phoenix, the red tassels on the windows were fluttered by the sudden ups and downs, and a gust of breeze blew past, awakening Wei Lan's sleepy and lazy consciousness.

In a sedan chair completely composed of festive red, the beautiful woman in a golden phoenix wedding dress trembled her eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyes—the amber eyes were like the most beautiful gemstones, shining brightly, but this But when it was covered with a trace of water mist, it brought out a little cute and pitiful.

This is... where?

Wei Lan looked around with confusion in her eyes, subconsciously.

Sedan...

Wei Lan was stunned for a moment, and recognized where it was in the next second.

This bridal sedan chair was so deeply in his memory that he only took a few glances to confirm that the bridal sedan chair in front of him was indeed the one he rode to get married to the Pure World.

Exactly.

The exact same sedan chair made Wei Lan feel a strange tremor in his heart, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at himself.

She was wearing a luxurious wedding dress, on which was embroidered with a pattern of peonies surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, and on her wrists were two red coral jade bracelets, and her nails were also dyed the color of cardamom. On the other hand, there is a red Xia Phi.

This is the wedding dress he wore on the day he married Lu Mingsi—later, when he and Lu Mingsi quarreled over the stove, Wei Lan set it on fire to prove his attitude... that wedding dress Clothes.

how come……?

Wei Lan was in a daze, like a person who suddenly wakes up after a big dream, her heart fluctuates uncontrollably.

—Back to the past?Or, that hundred years of solitude was just a dream on the way to the Pure World?

Reminiscent of the weird feeling of going upstream, Wei Lan had a faint guess in her heart.

Those hundred years of loneliness left a deep mark on his heart, he and Lu Mingsi... can't go back to the time when everything hadn't happened yet.

He has lost the ability to trust him.

However, if we go back to the past, the present time is not a good time...

Wei Lan's heart sank.

If it had been earlier, before he agreed to Lu Mingsi, or before he got on the sedan chair, he would have had time to regret the marriage, but now... the sedan chair is full of Lu Mingsi's people, if he wants to leave, it is not so easy.

Lu Mingsi's subordinates didn't think much of his future wife. If he proposed to withdraw the engagement without knowing how to appreciate it, it would be equivalent to slapping Immortal Minghui in the face in front of everyone, so as not to be knocked out and taken to the net. It's fine if Huanjie just throws it on the bed!

However, Wei Lan is absolutely unwilling to let him go through the past experience again and form a bond with Lu Mingsi again.

——Finally got a chance to do it all over again, he never wants to, set foot on the same path as in his previous life again!

Fortunately, Lu Mingsi should be waiting for the arrival of the sedan chair in the Jingtian Realm at this moment. Before arriving at the Jinghuan Realm, the welcoming procession would have to go through many places, and he still had time to escape.

In order to confirm where the sedan chair went at this time, Wei Lan planned to find someone to ask, but he just got up, before he had time to move, his body shook for a while, his head was dizzy, affected by the long river of time, a strange scene appeared in his mind. His memory——

He stood on the top of the tree, a huge hole appeared in the sky, boundless dark clouds enveloped the top of his head, silver-purple thunder and lightning rolled in the dark clouds, and a knife-like gust of wind blew out from that hole, blowing into danger for a while Difficulty standing still.

In such a scene like the end of the world, Wei Lan saw Lu Mingsi again.

——He has injuries on his body, and his magic weapon is badly damaged. He is destitute and embarrassed, but his gray face is still so handsome that it is difficult to look away.

The sound of thunder was as dull as a bell, beating on the heart. Lu Mingsi opened and closed his mouth and said something, but Wei Lan didn't hear a word clearly.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the huge hole was expanding little by little. Wei Lan saw herself pushing Lu Mingsi, pushing him out of the range covered by thunderclouds, and said in a deep voice: "Get out of here, the farther you go The better, don't come any closer."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Lu Mingsi another look, and turned to face the dark clouds all over the sky and the huge hole bigger than Jianmu.

The heavy coercion that made it hard to breathe was added to his body. Every time he flew up, Wei Lan felt a kind of pain of flesh and bones being brittle and shattered, but he still firmly faced the destructive scene, There was no hesitation or hesitation.

There was a huge roar in the cave, like the wrath of a god, Wei Lan stopped on Jianmu, stroking the trunk of Jianmu with nostalgia.

He heard himself speak, his voice trembling with depression: "Goodbye..."

The next moment, he turned around to face the Heavenly Punishment that seemed to destroy the world, and endless thunder fell from the sky, drowning him...

Wei Lan felt a huge pain in his heart, the inescapable and irresistible sense of suffocation and fear gripped his heart so hard that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He slumped back to his seat, clutching his heart, and it took him a long time to let out a breath. His breathing returned to normal, but his heartbeat was still chaotic and rapid.

The falling jade beads collided in the hair, making a sound like a clear spring, like a requiem song, which made Wei Lan's heartbeat slowly settle down, so that she had the energy to think about the scene she just saw.

What is that memory...?

Wei Lan didn't remember that he had ever done such a thing, but he knew that the person in his memory...was himself.

He bit his lower lip, his face was pale, and his fingertips clenched the Xiapi beside his hand.

If it's not the past, then... Could it be the future?

Once the thought is together, it becomes deeply ingrained.

Wei Lan was a little dumbfounded, and her heart beat quickened again.

angry.

——What kind of bad things did he go through, that after being hurt like that by Lu Mingsi, he would choose to defend him again with his life? !Is he crazy or stupid?

Wei Lan gritted her back molars, and was so angry that she rolled Xia Pi into a ball and slammed it on the seat.

Falling into a pit once can be said to be young and ignorant, but if falling into it twice...that is stupid.

Wei Lan does not allow herself to be stupid.

He lowered his eyelashes, his eyes dim, and he became clearer and firmer about what he was going to do.

Now that you have decided to run, the first thing you need to determine is when to run.

Wei Lan remembers that on the way to the Pure World, you will pass through Tianhe and Mingyuan. Tianhe can suppress the monk's spiritual consciousness and cultivation, while Mingyuan is the place where the filthy air of the world gathers. These two places... are very suitable run away.

He had to figure out where he was now before deciding where to run.

Wei Lan took a deep breath for a while, then stood up, raised the curtain by the window, poked her head out and asked, "Excuse me... where are we now? How long will it take to reach Jinghuan—"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and he stared blankly at the female cultivator guarding the chariot, his eyes slowly clouded with mist.

——It's Bai Xia.

Bai Xia was wearing light armor, and she looked at Wei Lan with a strange and distant gaze, and her voice was the same, polite but cold.

"Madam, are you in a hurry? It will take three more days to reach the Pure World. On the way, you will pass through the sky above the Underworld. The spirit beasts are suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth, so you can only fly over slowly. There is no rush. Madam please wait patiently. "

She looked at Wei Lan with a dark, stinging look, as if she was evaluating...whether this so-called "Madame" is worthy of Immortal Minghui.

There was a sharp pain in Wei Lan's heart, and the corners of her lips seemed to be covered with an arc, with a bit of bitterness.

Sister Xia...don't remember him.

That's right, he was reborn a hundred years ago, when Bai Xia hadn't met him yet, so naturally...he would look at him like this.

He understood, but it was inevitable that he would feel a little sad.

"I see, thank you..." Wei Lan paused for breath, and swallowed the address she almost blurted out: "...the commander."

He nodded to Bai Xia as a signal, and then retreated somewhat dejectedly.

Looking at the boy's eyes that suddenly dimmed, Bai Xia suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and a sense of guilt that he didn't know came from.

She touched the tip of her nose and said to herself, "I... did I say the wrong thing?"

But she didn't know what she said was wrong, but the inexplicable guilt lingered in her heart for a long time and could not be calmed down.

In the world of Jingtian, tens of thousands of miles away, the banquet to celebrate the ceremony of Minghui Immortal Monarch's marriage contract was going on.

In the Tianji Hall, Lu Mingsi was sitting on the high platform in the center, and was exchanging cups with the monks who came to congratulate him.

After seeing off the guests of the Snow God Palace in the Northern Territory, when the monks from the Western Wilderness were about to come forward to pay respects, Immortal Minghui on the high seat suddenly swayed and fell into an inexplicable stiffness.

In a suffocating silence, after an unknown amount of time, he waved his hand suddenly, stopping the monk Xihuang from coming forward.

Lu Ming glanced at the scene in Tianji Hall, and felt an indescribable familiarity in a trance.

This is... the time when he formed a pact with Wei Lan.

He remembered the scene, the joy welling up in his heart in vague anticipation.

At this time, Wei Lan was still alive.

Lu Mingsi rested his forehead with one hand, lowered his head slowly, looked at the wine cup on the jade case, his eyes as black as glass were stained with bloodshot eyes, a patch of crimson. It slowly faded away, leaving only the trembling jet-black pupils.

"Alan..." Lu Mingsi called out in pain and satisfaction, and closed his eyes slightly to hide the tears in his eyes.

he is alive

Everything can be saved in time.

The sky above the deep abyss.

Wei Lan raised her arms, feeling the turbidity contained in the breeze passing by, and bright stars gradually lit up in her eyes.

He knew that this kind of wind meant that the convoy had already reached the sky above Nether Abyss.

And Mingyuan is the most suitable place for him to escape.

——He wants to leave Lu Mingsi, to get back the self that he has lost once... and freedom.

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Lu Dog: There is still time...

Lan Lan: ...What a ghost!Grandpa is gone, bye.

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The sword god Xiaojun Lanxiu has a ruthless way, one sword can cut thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and he ranks first among monks in the cultivation world.

In her previous life, Ye Wanqing had a deep affection and infatuated love for Xiao Junlan, but in the end she ended up being dug out of her spiritual roots and dying without a cliff.

It was only when she was about to die that Ye Wanqing realized that that high-ranking sword god had in her heart a Bai Yueguang whom she had been infatuated with for many years, and she dug his spiritual root to save Bai Yueguang's life.

One is the sword god, and the other is the number one beauty in the cultivation world, the two are truly a match made in heaven.

It's just... that person's life is his life, so isn't his?

……

In the new life, Ye Wanqing let go of her obsession, and no longer entangled with that sword god.He devoted himself to cultivation, and only wished to step into Huashen as soon as possible, so as not to allow others to ruin his life at will.

However, in this life, when he let go, that high and mighty sword god went crazy.

"Ye...Wan Qing."

The man crawled out of the endless purgatory, dragged him into the abyss of desire, and was unwilling to let him go even if he died, his eyes were stained red, and his voice wept blood every word.

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