Coming out of the Floating Life Palace, Shui Ling'er felt that her body was light and fluttering, as if she had seen a master, and her soul was suddenly gone.

What's wrong with this qiē?

In the past, Jiluo Mountain was full of joy and harmony, with sunshine everywhere and birds singing and flowers. But now, the faces of the people in the mountains are full of sorrow, and the clouds on the floating hall are overwhelming, as if it will rain heavily at any time.

He looked at the dark sky and pondered, "Could it be that the dark clouds are tired of being stuck in the Falling Thoughts Valley, so they came here? If this is the case, it will not only climb up the Floating Life Palace, but also climb onto everyone's faces......

He walked forward sadly, until he was blocked by a small courtyard, and when he looked up, it turned out to be the territory of the Yan Immortal, the Moxiang Palace.

In the past few months, under the guidance of Yanxian, Shui Ling'er has read a lot of poetry and articles, and when she opens her small mouth, she can come up with a few lines of poetry. Not only that, but even the guqin and other musical instruments, he began to understand a little bit or two. Yan Xian was very happy to see him so smart, and he went around publicizing how smart Yuezhu Xian's apprentice was, which made him extremely embarrassed, and he didn't know whether he should be humble or proud.

Walking up to the bamboo building of the Moxiang Palace, Yan Xian was sitting at the table, and the brush was flying and writing hard. Seeing him push the door in, a smile appeared on his face.

"Ling'er, you came just in time, I just got a poem, but it was written for Yuezhu Immortal!"

Shui Ling'er's mind was now full of masters, and as soon as she heard that this poem was related to her master, she immediately ran to him in three steps and two steps, and picked up the rice paper on the table.

I saw that the poem wrote: The sword scabbard is cold and the demon is crying, and the young man is famous for a century. The jade bamboo is waiting to be carved heroically, and there is no trace of the leaves falling in late autumn. Heroes will not forget Haichuan, and hope that the people will not give up. The place where Bian Zhou passed away was temporarily separated, and he met towards the moon.

After reading it, Shui Ling'er was heartbroken, and couldn't help but "click" a few times, tore the rice paper to shreds, and then shouted at Yanxian: "Why do you show me this poem? My master is not a late autumn leaf! He is not dead yet, why did you write a poem to him? The master will never leave me, he will always live well!"

Yan Xian didn't stop him, and when he finished venting, he said indifferently, "The fate is set in a few days, don't force it, no matter how you escape, what should happen will come sooner or later." Instead of wasting all your time crying and screaming on the ground, you should think about whether there is a way to save him. ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, Shui Ling'er didn't care about wiping her tears, and hope flashed in her big eyes, "Master Yanxian has something to say, Ling'er is not clear, please make it clear!"

Yan Xian saw him make such a big gift, and quickly pulled him up and said, "Little boy, this can torment me!"

Lowering his head and thinking for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and said to him: "I have a way, I may be able to save Yuezhu Immortal, but I don't know whether to talk about it or not." If Aunt Ximu knew that I had told you this, she would definitely be punished for my ......"

Shui Ling'er was so anxious that she didn't care about anything, grabbed Yanxian's sleeve and said: "Master Yanxian, but it doesn't matter, Ling'er swears to the sky that she will never tell this matter! Even if I lose my life, as long as I can save the master, I will not hesitate at all!"

Yan Xian praised: "It's rare that you, a five-year-old child, can make such a determination in order to save your master." I only tell you one person, that is Jiangnan Zimo of the Jiangnan family, and he is now in the Fragmented Mountain of the Southern Zenith. If you go to him for help, there may be a glimmer of life. ”

As soon as Shui Ling'er heard this, he turned around and left, and Yan Xian hurriedly stopped him and said, "But you have to think clearly, Zhili Mountain used to be a prison of the Protoss, comparable to hell, and I don't know how many prisoners have been imprisoned and killed." Since the Protoss was gone, it was taken over by the Immortal Clan, and it continued to imprison felons, and it became the Hell of the Immortal Clan. For 500 years, it has never stopped being used. It's full of ghosts, and blood-sucking hawksbill bats, which are terrifying. Don't say you're a child, even if it's an adult, I'm afraid you'll have to be scared to death. And that Jiangnan Zimo was poisoned by the blood of the demon dragon, and he has become a bloodthirsty maniac, if you are sucked by him, you will lose your life!"

Shui Ling'er said: "Brother Jiangnan, I have already met at the Immortal Demon Banquet, and he will not do anything to me." As long as I can save Master, not to mention that branch of the mountain, it is the eighteenth layer of Yama Hell, I have to break through it!"

Yan Xian looked at his back, a sneer flashed on his face, and then he put away this smile again and returned to his scholarly appearance.