Xianjun's stand-in ran away

"Whether it was before or now, the only one I love is you..."

Wei Lan observed Lu Mingsi who said these words from an indifferent and superior angle, observed his every expression, every trace of emotion in his eyes.

——Lu Mingsi felt humiliated, but more important than that was to convey his heart to Wei Lan, so he had an embarrassing forbearance on his face, hesitant to speak, and finally the kind of person who wanted to get a reply The longing surpasses all.

But all he got was encouragement.

Wei Lan's lips were soft, but also cold, just like the unmoved chill in his eyes.

But is he really unmoved?

Wei Lan closed her eyes, but the confession that he had longed for for more than 100 years was still echoing in front of her eyes, but it appeared at such a wrong time and wrong place. She tasted Lu Mingsi's struggling but finally irresistible affection, and felt a sense of... An indescribable sadness.

If he was really unmoved, he wouldn't have dreamed about this scene over and over again.

At that time, Lu Ming had already been stabbed by his indifference, that's why he didn't realize the impulsiveness that he couldn't wait to escape under the urgent perfunctory.

——Lu Mingsi said that he loved him, but so what?

This kind of love is so fragile and fragile, it cannot withstand the frustration of time, it cannot withstand the fickleness of people's hearts, and it may change from the current sincerity to the sharp knife that cuts his heart at any time.

Lu Ming has already done that once.

Wei Lan believes that he is sincere, but does not believe that this sincerity will last.

He firmly believes that such enthusiasm will subside sooner or later, and that cold and lofty Lu Mingsi will appear again to destroy this enthusiasm with his own hands. It doesn't even take 100 years, maybe five years, maybe ten years...

Therefore, Wei Lan will enjoy his kindness to her, but will never allow herself to fall in love with this person again.

But he seems to be unable to let go, the injuries he has suffered, the warmth he has drawn from him, the fireworks he gave him, and the amazing time when he first met.

Wei Lan had already responded instinctively—that kiss was the reply.

Ami, love me a little more.

"Lan Lan, Lan Lan, wake up, it's time to wake up..." A soft call sounded close to her ears.

The young man lying on Lu Mingsi's back rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly. After opening his eyes, he was still not fully awake. He blinked and watched dully as the sky passed through the silver-white Milky Way like silk. There are dazzling rainbow bridges.

A few strands of long black hair brushed past his eyes, disrupting the illusory rainbow bridges.

Wei Lan wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, grabbed Lu Mingsi's long hair aside, and said in a vague voice, "Where are you? To the dojo of Immortal Ji Xuan gone?"

Lu Mingsi tilted his head so that his long hair would hang down from the other side so that it would not slip to Wei Lan's side. His hands holding Wei Lan's legs were steady and strong, and his voice was calm and firm: "I'm about to enter the end of Tianhe. Now, once you enter Tianhe, you will not be far from his dojo."

Wei Lan was a little dazed.

Xueji's murmurs still ring in his ears, urging and forcing him to uncover the fog that covered his previous half of his life.

Xueji and Jixuan, he and Yuchu.

Like two mirror images, all good feelings are not born without reason.

Thinking about it now, the name "Xue Ji" seems to have come from a stroke of genius, and it has clearly indicated his fate from the very beginning, but the two of them at that time still didn't know what they were going to face.

The Tianhe River was turbulent, and the white waves were like a fluffy translucent jellyfish curling up and floating up to a high place. The mighty sound of crashing and crashing resounded through the sky, and when I listened carefully, it was silent.

——This is Tianhe, originally an untouchable illusory river, with the return of Immortal Jixuan, Tianhe gradually gave birth to a tangible body from nothingness.

Wei Lan stood up and looked into the distance, and saw where the light and the horizon merged, there were waves of waves falling from the nine heavens, coming from nowhere, converging from the sky into a half-empty, half-real turbulent river , rushing to the end of the sky.

This is a power beyond the imagination of mortals, but it is only the dojo of a celestial being.

Wei Lan's thoughts diverged to the Jinghuan world, and also to Jianmu's existence.

After having a certain understanding of the power of Tianzun, and then looking back, it is not difficult to find that the mirror world is also a dojo. The majestic vitality beyond the imagination of ordinary people, the unique essence that runs through the long river of time, there is a high probability that it is also someone's dojo.

After all...not his.

Wei Lan withdrew her gaze, leaned back on Lu Mingsi's shoulder again, and said "Mmm", for a while, no one spoke.

A few days ago, after convincing Lu Mingsi to go to find Jixuan together, Wei Lan went back to the village to meet Wu Qi.

Sure enough, as he expected, Wu Qi did not answer his questions about Yu Chu. As for the truth about the Dao of Heaven that Lu Mingsi and the others wanted to know, Wu Qi could not answer because of lack of understanding, but he did not stop Wei Lan from coming forward. Go look for Jixuan.

He said that only that person can tell you the answer you want to find.

Wei Lan had vaguely sensed something was wrong. Grandpa Wu Qi spoke as if he knew Immortal Jixuan, but the Wu family had never stepped out of the southern border, so how could he be familiar with Immortal Jixuan?

But no matter what Wei Lan asked, Wu Qi kept silent. In desperation, he and Lu Mingsi set off directly to the ashram of Immortal Jixuan at the end of Tianhe.

They went all the way up the Tianhe River, crossing countless tributaries along the way, until the end of the Tianhe River, where floating mountains hanging upside down were linked together by cloud bridges, surrounding the huge palace covered with ice and snow in the center, the water of the Tianhe River The fog filled the air, and the clouds and mountains were shrouded in mist, full of fairy spirit.

In comparison, the Tianji Temple in the Mirror World is very down-to-earth. Compared with the dojo of the Immortal Venerable, it is more like the palace of the emperor in the world.

Wei Lan couldn't resist this kind of beauty, and couldn't help sighing softly: "It's beautiful..."

Lu Mingsi turned his face and glanced at him. Seeing Wei Lan's appearance of preferring the Tianhe Dojo, the air pressure became a little low: "Ji Xuan didn't care much about the cultivation world before, and only cared about his chic. I heard that he hates Human beings have never allowed other monks to visit his dojo..."

Wei Lan patted him on the shoulder, signaling that she was going to come down, "What do you want to say? You are for the entire cultivation world, so why is the mirror world not as beautiful as this place?"

Although Lu Mingsi didn't want to let him go, but Wei Lan asked, he let go and watched Wei Lan jump off his back.

Somewhat beyond his expectation, Wei Lan took his hand very naturally after coming down, as if it should be so, calming down a little uneasiness in his heart.

Lu Mingsi looked at the hands held by the two, and he relaxed a lot, and he didn't speak so much hostility anymore, he explained: "No, the appearance of the dojo is actually a reflection of the source of the power of the immortal, not It can be changed according to the idea."

"...So, how do we get in?" Wei Lan tentatively reached out and touched the barrier-like water mist, and was blocked back without accident.

Lu Mingsi was holding him with one hand, and in the other hand was the simple natal spirit sword showing his figure. He took a step forward, and the spirit sword slashed out sideways, with an easy and freehand movement.

"Isn't that why I'm here?"

The invisible sword energy crashed into the water mist, causing a huge shock in an instant, and the mist separated to both sides like sea water, opening up a road leading directly to the ice and snow palace.

However, in the next moment, the separated water mist gathered and condensed into ice cones. Countless ice cones filled all the gaps between the palace and the two, and pointed their tips at the intruder.

Wei Lan and Lu Mingsi subconsciously clenched their hands, and then relaxed.

Obviously being in mid-air and unable to borrow the power of plants, she was at an absolute disadvantage, but Wei Lan didn't feel afraid.

He didn't believe Lu Mingsi's promise, but he never doubted his strength.

Just when Lu Mingsi was about to continue to attack, countless ice cones in the midair suddenly exploded at the same time, and some crystal clear drops fell down, like a snowy rain, the water mist dispersed, and the golden sun spread out a ray of golden splendor. The road leads directly to the Ice and Snow Palace.

With a creak, the gate of the palace opened, and a sarcasm voice sounded in the cold: "Is this how you come to visit other people's houses?"

The corners of Lu Mingsi's lips raised in a somewhat icy arc, tit for tat: "If the master didn't welcome it, why would we use such rude means?"

Jixuan snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart, "Come in, for Yuchu's sake, I won't take action against you."

As the words fell, the Milky Way surged up beneath them, carrying Lu Mingsi and Wei Lan across the golden avenue, and pushing them to the gate of the Ice and Snow Palace. Sitting behind the jade table, Jun looked at them coldly with his light purple eyes.

Lu Ming didn't answer, and led Wei Lan to walk to the jade table and sat down, picked up the wine cup on the jade table and drank it down, and laughed softly: "...Is it not? Or don't you dare? "

Jixuan's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and silver-white streamers gathered at his fingertips, "You are so bold, maybe you forgot that you are not the only fairy in this world..."

Lu Mingsi moved his wrist slightly, and the murderous intent in his dark pupils became more and more intense, and he looked at Jixuan almost provocatively.

In the next moment, in the void around the three of them, the cold silvery white sword glow collided with the ubiquitous invisible sword energy, and the rays of light flashed on and off during the collision of the sword energy, illuminating the faces of the two facing each other, and then And silent in the dark.

The coercion of the two immortal venerables with all their strength made Wei Lan's complexion suddenly pale. At this time, Lu Mingsi's pupils shrank slightly, and he was already concentrating on the duel with Jixuan. He didn't notice Wei Lan's situation. The situation was critical, and when his eyes were dimly blurred, a weak force wrapped around his fingers, and the coercion around him suddenly disappeared, and it could no longer affect him.

The fingertips felt a bit rough to the touch, and the roughness was like unpolished wood. Wei Lan lowered his head and saw a slender branch sticking out from under the jade table, wrapping around his fingertips, protecting him from Injured by the confrontation between two immortals.

The moment the branch touched Wei Lan, he recognized what it was.

——The branches of Jianmu contain majestic divine power.

But this Jianmu branch was not controlled by him.

Wei Lan suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill.

Who is manipulating Jianmu?Could it be that Yu Chu...is still alive?