Cause and effect have changed, but circumstances may not necessarily change.

On Sanssouci Island, the paradise is scattered, holding an ancient umbrella, facing the sea, and smiling faintly. The past is like smoke, but in fact, how can this life be regarded as the past?

The years, like the end of the world, are far away. The once qiē may have no memory.

However, Yun San's face suddenly rippled, and a smile as bright as a flower. The Buddha Maiden of Paradise is naturally beautiful, and it is a holy beauty.

The lotus blooms, and the Three Realms are ashamed!

That smile comes completely from Yun San's sincerity. The waist-length hair fluttered in the sea breeze. The clouds dispersed, turned the ancient umbrella, and slowly turned back.

Because, at the moment of Fang Cai, she sensed Amu's breath.

As long as Amu comes back safely, then who he will return with is not in the consideration of Yun San. Back then, in front of the Brahma Temple, when Shen Yan died in Amu's arms, Yun San already understood?-She's not as good as Shen Yan!

An ancient umbrella and a green dress. The steps of the clouds are very slow, step by step towards the island.

At this time, on the sea, the weather changes suddenly. A cloud covers the island. In the haze, Qinghong drizzle, like silk. Bit by bit, fluttering, rain like tears.

On the bluestone, it blooms lightly.

The back of the clouds gradually disappeared.

At that moment, she let the drizzle fall off the umbrella, drop her shoulders, and even drop her heart. At that moment, she was not an immortal, but a mortal. That's like, in the rainy alley, a Jiangnan woman holding an ancient umbrella.

The back is a little lonely and a little sad.

"Amu, I'll wait for you to come!" the corners of Yunsan's mouth were scattered. But with a smile on his face, he said to himself, "If there is fate." Sanssouci Island reunites, you and I drink together for the moon, and pour our hearts for two hundred years!"

Six reincarnations, seven eons of floating dreams, and eight bitter seals. A dagger, a seal. The mark of Amu's eyebrows is still there. And it's not all over it.

No matter what, Yunsan knew that she and Amu would see each other again.

Although I can't ask for it. But sometimes, what is sought again? There is no difference between seeking and not seeking. To be or not to be. How many points is missing?

Merely. She wants to help Amu achieve the consummation of the eight hardships, and even the nine coffins are one.

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One world, different corners.

On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, light snow is rolling. The snow-capped mountains are continuous, and the wind and snow are thousands of miles. Snow falls on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, which is really normal. It's just that the snow on this day seems to be slightly warm.

The peak opposite the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms. The snow dance in mid-air is charming.

Early morning. On the Bailong rope bridge, a white shadow flew across like a crane.

Fairy Lingbo, light and natural, like walking on the ground.

On the sacred mountain of the Three Realms, there is the prohibition of the eternal realm. Unless, you are a high-level powerhouse of the Eternal Realm, otherwise that heavenly moat cannot pass through the guò iron cable, and you will not be able to pass it at all.

There is a secret method in the sea. If it is not a vein of the sea, it must not fly across the iron cable.

Dressed in white, delicate and beautiful. That white shadow is none other than the hundredth generation descendant of Canghai - Murong Haiqing.

At the time of the sea famine, the battle between Brahma and the Black Water was nearly a thousand years ago. The pattern of the sea wilderness, because of the two wars that year, was basically finalized.

In the first war of that year, the vitality of the various sects was greatly damaged, and many powerful people in the realm of robbery fell. Immortal Ghost Sect, the sea wilderness is denamed. It is too desolate to be destroyed.

After the great chaos, there will be great governance. For nearly a thousand years, the sea barren regions have been quite peaceful. The fairy world is stable, all sects and factions, rarely conquer, and they are all recuperating. Over the past thousand years, I don't know how many amazing and brilliant people have appeared.

Purple Hidden City is even more thousand-year-old, and no one has come to the world.

Today's sea famine is like a pool of still water, without waves. It's like, the era after the magic lang and the goddess disappeared completely.

Xuan Xian is sevenfold, and his posture is fluttering. Murong Haiqing went straight to the sea of clouds in the back mountain.

The northern kingdom died early, the Great Murong Dynasty was not there, and Murong Haiqing was in the mortal world, and there was no longer anything to worry about. Over the years, she has almost never left the Three Realms Sacred Mountain, but has been practicing diligently.

Under Leng Yu's personal teaching, his realm naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.

At the same time, Murong Haiqing also knew. The mission of Canghai is more important than a qiē. The calm of the sea wilderness today does not mean long-term peace. Master Leng Yu, tens of thousands of years, although he does not speak. However, among the sweet and bitter ones, Murong Haiqing has a slight experience.

Senior brother Amu, go to Shura, if he is another god, then the mission of Canghai can only be undertaken by himself. Therefore, Murong Haiqing is especially hardworking.

The body of the nine yin is different from the ordinary, and it is natural to move a thousand miles a day.

On this day, Murong Haiqing had just returned from practice. For some reason, she always felt a little different today, but she couldn't say why.

The snow is warm, and the morning sun is rising.

Back mountain, I don't see the master. Murong Haiqing went straight to another cave.

Because, now on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, there are not only the two masters and apprentices, but also Han Bingyi. Back then, Amu, who was seriously injured, needed to be taken care of. Leng Yu even pitied his friendship with Amu.

In the end, Han Bingyi was accepted as an immortal servant by Leng Yu, and now he is under the sea gate. Murong Haiqing, the cave mansion he entered was the cave where Han Bingyi was located.

After nearly a thousand years of getting along, Murong Haiqing has been with Han Bingyi, and their friendship is quite deep.

At this time, Han Bingyi was sitting cross-legged in the cave. He is still dressed in purple, and his face is the same as before.

True Immortal Ninefold!

This cultivation, looking at the sea wilderness, is almost invincible. However, for Han Bingyi, who had practiced on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms for nearly a thousand years, it was nothing.

It's just that Amu, who served the seriously injured Amu, has not advanced at all in the three hundred years of cold Bingyi's cultivation. As long as Amu goes to Shura, Han Bingyi can meditate and practice.

True Immortal Ninefold, if it is compared with Murong Haiqing, it cannot be compared. Murong Haiqing's Nine Yin Body is a special system within the Three Realms.

Han Bingyi, who is only an eight-grade immortal root, how can he be listed together? And now, Han Bingyi is stuck in the realm of consummation of the true immortal ninefold, and for more than ten years, he has not advanced at all.

In fact, if such a thing were to be placed on an ordinary Sea Desolate monk, it would not be a problem at all. Not to mention more than ten years, or even a hundred years or a thousand years, there are monks who can't take that step, and they abound.

On the path of cultivation, everyone has reached the limit.

But, cold ice. It can't be compared like that. If she wants to stand on the body of Amu, she can only practice unremittingly. Amu left the sea wilderness for nearly 600 years. I don't know what the realm is.

However, from Murong Haiqing, it can be seen that Amu should at least be above the Xuan Immortal, or even more than Murong Haiqing.

"Bingyi!" Murong Haiqing, as soon as he entered the cave mansion, called with a smile, "Today's snow." It's very special, and there is a hint of warmth!"

"Oh?" said Ice-chan, opening her eyes. smiled faintly, "Warm snow strikes, but it's rare!"

"Let's go, let's go around!" Murong Hai said.

"Good!" Han Bingyi nodded. Blind asceticism. Not necessarily. Above the holy mountain, or see epiphany.

Two people, out of the cave.

Behind the holy mountain, there is the sea of clouds. The clouds have been rolling like a tide for thousands of years. The light snow was flying, and it was really warm. It's really a special snow.

On the stone wall of the cloud cliff, there is also a spiritual dew dripping.

Icy Silk. Took a deep breath and smiled.

It's the spiritual dew. She used to feed Amu drop by drop. And the three hundred years when Amu was seriously injured were her happiest three hundred years.

No matter what, there is Jun by your side. Han Bingyi, the pursuit is very simple.

"Haiqing, do you think it will be stuck in the True Immortal Ninefold and have nothing to do?" Han Bingyi looked at Murong Haiqing and said.

"Never!" Murong Haiqing said with a smile, "Master, although there were other factors that were willing to let you go up the mountain, I would never ignore your limits. If so, you are only a True Immortal Nine at most, and Master will not let you go up the mountain no matter what. ”

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi smiled, "yes! If so, he will be a true immortal for the rest of his life." Then, I really don't have the qualifications to be on this holy mountain!"

"The people chosen by Canghai are not laymen!" Murong Huang said proudly, "Bingyi, don't worry. Looking at the entire sea wilderness, your cultivation can be killed in seconds!"

"Qing Devil, didn't you claim to be the one who always stood by the side of the Demon Lang back then? The two great battles of the Immortal Ghost Sect seem to be just a few true immortals, so you don't have to worry about it at all. If you go down the mountain, you will know how good you are. What major sects, what patriarchs, can be swept away. Murong Haiqing said with a smile.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the Arctic Immortal Sea. That Arctic Immortal is a famous place in the sea wilderness, and he has practiced for tens of thousands of years, and now he has successfully crossed the tribulation, but he is only a true immortal. If we have the chance, let's pluck some of his beards!"

Han Bingyi was laughed at by Murong Huang, she knew that Murong Haiqing was giving herself confidence.

"The Arctic Immortal, you can be regarded as the Northern Cold Patriarch!, I don't dare to pull it out!" Han Bingyi said with a smile.

"Then I'll pull it out, and then, let's go to Qingyuan, and you go to pull out the old monster of the Dongfang family. I know an old monster in the Dongfang family, with a longer beard! "Murong Haiqing seemed to think of the scene of plucking his beard, and he laughed at himself.

Han Bingyi couldn't help but smile.

"I don't know, what will happen to his cultivation?" For a long time, Han Bingyi looked at the distant mountains, his eyes were misty.

Murong Haiqing naturally knew who Han Bingyi was talking about.

"Hmph!" Murong Haiqing said, "Senior Brother's realm was not as good as mine at the beginning! If he comes back and is not as good as me, I will beat him up!"

"Bingyi, who are you helping?"

"Huh?" Han Bingyi looked shy, speechless for a moment. However, when I thought about it, how could my own cultivation be worthy of it?

Wait! But is there any hope for that kind of waiting?

Murong Haiqing didn't think much about it. At this time, she was also looking at the distant mountains.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the scenery is unlimited.

"It's good that Senior Brother is back!" Thinking of this, the corners of Murong Haiqing's mouth also raised a smile. Murong Haiqing, although she misses Amu as much as Han Bingyi, of course she also hopes that Amu will return as soon as possible.

fate made Amu the closest person to Murong Haiqing besides Master Leng Yu. Senior brother, it is a reliance, which will give Murong Haiqing a sense of security, and she naturally looks forward to it.

Today's snow is so different, is there something good happening?

Murong Haiqing's heart moved, and at this moment, a white shadow had already appeared not far in front of them.

"Qing'er, Bingyi!" Leng Yu was dressed in a big coat and stood more than ten zhang away.

"Master—"

"Holy Spirit—"

Murong Haiqing and Han Bingyi said at the same time.

"Amu, I'm coming back!" Leng Yu looked at the second daughter and smiled slightly. (To be continued......)