Could it be that this is the territory of the Emperor of the Sun and Moon Sect?

Ning Xuemo was taken aback by this thought, and took a closer look at the pattern here. Then I discovered the difference between this place and Ye Qingluan.

There is an extremely spectacular main hall in front of here, which Ye Qingluan does not have there......

Ye Qingluan seemed to have turned the side hall here into the main hall, and moved the layout of the side hall to the whole place......

Ning Xuemo turned around and looked at the courtyard where she ran out, and the more she looked at it, the more it looked like the main hall of the Ming Sect......

A thought crossed his mind, could it be that the place where he woke up was where Ye Qingluan once lived?!

She shuddered inexplicably!

At this moment, she finally determined that this was the Sun Moon Sect, as she expected, the main hall not far away was the place where the emperor lived.

After Ye Qingluan was expelled from the Sun Moon Sect, she was unwilling, so she simply got the layout of the side hall here, as if she hadn't left the Sun Moon Sect yet, and still lived in the former courtyard.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but flick the placket of his clothes, as if he wanted to flick off the dust of the yard on the placket......

She took a breath, and now she understood that the incident she had been captured by Ye Qingluan last night was not a dream.

The Sun Moon Sect itself is the first time to come here, and it is the first time to see the pattern here.

It was also the first time for Bai Mingjiao to go, and it was absolutely impossible for her to even be able to lay out the building exactly if she imagined it in her dreams.

His body was originally on Xiaoyao Island, and his soul was almost put in the oil pot by Ye Qingluan......

Now I woke up from a sleep, but I was in the place where the Emperor of the Sun and Moon Sect lived. Could it be that at the critical moment, the emperor and his old man arrived and saved himself?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it became, so she simply ran over to the sound of the flute.

Running through the main hall, following the sound of the flute, she passed through a bamboo forest, and saw a spire peeking out from the depths of the bamboo forest. And on the spire sat a man faintly.

A little farther away, the figure of the man was blurred, and Ning Xuemo could only see the man's white clothes and flying black hair clearly.

Ning Xuemo paused slightly--that person seemed to be a high-ranking emperor.

She has been running here for so long, and she has never seen anyone else, not even a maid or the like, if it weren't for this flute sound, Ning Xuemo almost suspected that there was only one big living person on this mountain.

She faintly heard Ji Yunhuang say that Emperor Zun lived alone when he was in the Sun Moon Sect.

Unless he is a disciple of his descendant, no one from the Tianyin Peak where he lives is allowed to go up without his permission......

Ning Xuemo looked at the person on the spire and paused for a moment, but still ran over.

She ran over to find that the tower was not built in a bamboo forest, but on a lonely hill.

The mountain was steep on all sides and was connected by only a rope around it......

Ning Xuemo felt that this layout was a bit like the lock demon tower in "The Legend of Sword and Fairy", but the lock demon tower in the game was blue-black, giving people a sense of gloom.

But here is a standard white pagoda, the color is like glass, and the sunlight is refracted by it, as if with the light of the Buddha.

She finally saw the man sitting on the spire.

A wide white robe, a white jade mask, and long hair as black as night...... The standard attire of the Emperor.

He held a white jade Xiao in his hand and played it on his lips.

The sound of the flute was originally a mournful tune, but when he played it, it was peaceful, as if the spring drizzle was fluttering, as if the flowers were blooming in the wind. The impetuous heart also calmed down.

White cranes flutter above the spire, seemingly dancing to the sound of the flute.

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