Listening to Xi Mutong finish talking about the past five hundred years ago in a flat tone, everyone could only sigh and cry.

It turns out that the hardships experienced by the immortal head come from this, and the green bamboos all over the mountains and fields of Jiluo Mountain have such a moving allusion. It is no wonder that there are countless bamboo forests in the world, but only the fairy bamboo of Jiluo Mountain can give birth to so many lives full of spiritual power, just because these bamboo trees, each one has a story, and each one represents a living being.

The meeting that had been urgently convened due to the invasion of Penglai ended and the crowd dispersed. Jiang Nan Zimo came to the front of the Floating Life Palace, silently recited Xi Mutong's mantra to him, the enchantment at the entrance of the hall opened, and he walked in.

In the Floating Life Palace, the bamboo trees are still as verdant as ever. The sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the dense leaves, mottled and scattered on the ground like broken gold, and stretched his figure more slender.

The scenery was still the same, but he didn't see the man, and a wisp of sourness welled up in his heart, and he quickly raised his head to look at the sky, and finally held back the tears that were about to fall.

In the courtyard in front of the martial arts hall, Shui Ling'er was practicing. The sword qi emitted from his fingertips shuttled between several bamboo trees like a purple rainbow, and then naturally retracted again. It seems that the second layer of his Heavenly Zen is about to be completed.

Since growing up, Jiang Nanjun also saw him clean for the first time, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

Looking at the young man from a distance, a garnet-red crown of hair tied up in a bun, and the other half was scattered over his shoulders. The long hair fluttered with the sword qi, like a pitch-black swallowtail flying up and down, looking heroic. He was dressed in an ivory white open-sleeved gauze robe, with a water-green belt tied around his waist, and the water bell of the carved phoenix strung on the silk silk. Looking at his figure, compared with himself, he really can't lose, straight and straight like a green bamboo. Although he is a mortal, tossing and turning, every joint reveals the spirit of an immortal.

Look at his face again, a pair of eyes are like two pools of clear spring water. Under the white jade-like bridge of the nose, the angular lips are slightly upturned, revealing an upright and righteous aura, like the rebirth of a bamboo moon. The only thing that is different from Zhuyue is that expression, a face that should be youthful and full of vitality, but because of the hidden hatred in his heart, he has become cold and cold, proud and high, showing his depth and restraint that does not match his age.

In his eyes, he was a teenager, and what was constantly churning in his mind was the first time he saw the naughty boy spinning and dancing with the peach petals under the peach blossom tree in the Compassion Pavilion. At that time, at that time, such a huge difference made Jiang Nanjun almost suffocated.

He couldn't help but turn around and run away, but at this moment, Shui Ling'er called out behind him in surprise: "Brother Jiangnan!" The crisp children's voice was not there, it was a deep and moving man's voice, revealing an infinitely dull desolation.

Jiang Nanjun turned to look at him, and his face was already as elegant as ever.

The young man withdrew his Zen exercises, ran over a few steps, grabbed his hand, and shouted happily: "Brother Jiangnan, am I dreaming? Why are you here?"

Jiang Nanjun replied: "Go to Luoyin Zhuyu to discuss the matter, and come to see you by the way." ”

Shui Ling'er was stunned for a moment, Jiangnan Jun of the Jiangnan family came to discuss the matter of Zhuyu, this was the first time he heard of it, and hurriedly asked: "Is there something big?"

Jiang Nanjun thought about it, and without Xi Mutong's permission, he told him about the major events in the Six Realms that were currently happening, so he shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, just discuss what to do with next year's Immortal Demon Banquet." ”

"Oh......" Shui Ling'er nodded in disbelief, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and muttered, "She...... Agree with you to come and see me?"

Jiang Nanjun was also smart enough, so he pretended to be confused and said, "She?

Shui Ling'er knew his little idea, his face turned slightly red, twisted to the side, and said no more.

Jiang Nanjun stopped teasing him, and sighed: "Until now, you still haven't forgiven her?"

Shui Ling'er was silent, he was a little anxious, "Ling'er, how do you want me to explain to believe it, you just misunderstood her?" )