Early morning, waves.

The clouds are scattered, Amu, bathed in the morning sun. This is Amu, the first day on Sanssouci Island. Those who come are guests, and Yunsan naturally wants to take Amu for a casual walk on the island.

Sanssouci Immortal Island is a holy land of the Three Realms.

This island is not big, but it is not small. However, on this immortal island, there is a Venerable-level formation. The space can be extended endlessly if desired.

The entire complex of buildings on Sanssouci Island is extremely quaint. It was an extremely ancient style, whether it was in the sea wilderness or Shura, Amu had never seen it.

That true ancient heritage.

"Worry-free Paradise, this island was raised from the bottom of the sea of bitterness by the Green Soul Patriarch thousands of years ago, with peerless mana. Yun San said slowly, "The architectural styles here have inherited the appearance of thousands of years ago. ”

Amu nodded, worry-free paradise, far away from the Three Realms, comfortable and peaceful.

Along the way, they met many people of the Promised Land. The clothes are slightly different from the world.

However, in the land of carefree care, there is no mortal, all monks. It's just that, because we are at different stages of cultivation, we have our own highs and lows.

On Sanssouci Island, everyone is born with fairy roots.

For the strange heir of the sea, Amu, the Paradise One Vein maintained the corresponding etiquette. It seems that someone has already given the relevant order, so Amu doesn't feel too much hostility here.

Of course, this is also related to the parallel of the Buddha Maiden of the Paradise and Amu. The Buddha Maiden of Paradise is their faith. On Sanssouci Island, the relationship between the Buddha Maiden of the Paradise and the descendants of the sea is extremely delicate.

Back then, the Buddha girl was for the heirs of the sea. It is no secret that I am willing to fight the whole Promised Land.

The clouds dispersed, and it seems that this qiē was never put in place. Heart.

However, Amu didn't see any monks above the level of Heavenly Immortals. It seems that they are deliberately avoiding Amu, after all, Amu is the character who killed the Paradise Immortals.

Those Paradise powers, still unwilling to greet each other with a smile. Amu understood, but he didn't care.

The entire Sanssouci Immortal Island can naturally be described as a holy place for cultivation.

Because. Amu's divine sense spread slightly, and he could feel that there were at least a dozen auras above the original immortal level on Sanssouci Island. Day. The fisherman is right, even if he kills the Promised Land, what can he do?

Excluding the awakened ancient powerhouse, it doesn't count, the combat power of Sanssouci Island. It is far more than the entire Shura Demon Continent. The Sea Desolate Divine Continent cannot be compared with it. Although in a sense, the Promised Land is also a sea wasteland.

The three ancient streams are really incomparable.

Laughing all the way. Before you know it, the sun is sinking in the west.

On this day, Yunsan rarely did not hold an ancient umbrella, but walked elegantly with Amu, the bluestone ancient road of this fairy island. Maybe. Then Amu could see her smile.

From the southwest of Sanssouci Island to the northeast of the island. The separate courtyard. The two-storey wooden building is exquisitely crafted and elegant. In the courtyard, all kinds of fairy grasses are scattered everywhere.

"I'll live here!" Yunsan gently pushed the door open, leading Amu into the hospital.

"Oh?" Amu was quite interested, and naturally followed.

"Miss, I'm back!" The person who greeted her was the white-clothed mother-in-law of the True Immortal Sevenfold.

"Huh?" Yunsan nodded slightly.

"Old body, I've seen the heirs of the sea!" The white-clothed mother-in-law bowed to Amu. Now, whether it is the realm or the status, this white-clothed mother-in-law should give a gift to Amu.

"Mother-in-law, it's been a long time!" Amu smiled and nodded.

"Mother-in-law, you have worked hard, step down! These days, for the time being, you don't need to take care of it!" Yun San said lightly.

"Yes, Miss!" the white-clothed mother-in-law understood, and naturally left the small courtyard from the main entrance.

"Then the mother-in-law is gone, who will prepare the food and drinks for us?" Amu asked deliberately.

"I can do what she can do! I can do whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you! Will you still be hungry, won't you?" Yun San smiled. In fact, how could an immortal like them feel hungry?

"I want to eat 'Hibiscus Phoenix Wings' and 'Seven Sons Snow Plum Soup'. Amu smiled and looked at Yun San, his expression was a little strange.

"Huh?" Yun San frowned, but a hint of warmth flashed imperceptibly in his eyes, "What is that, I've never heard of it!"

"Never heard of it?" Amu couldn't help frowning, "Really?"

"Of course!" Yun San smiled, "Listen to that name, there are both Hibiscus and Phoenix Wing Island." But here the four seasons are like spring, so where can I find Xuemei?"

"Uh, okay!" Amu said helplessly, "Whatever you make, we'll eat!"

The real mountain array, away from Dream Island. It seems that the food in the phantom array is not eaten. Amu couldn't help it, and was a little interested. Yun San didn't pay any attention to it, but a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"You sit down, I'll go upstairs to get the piano. After a while, he came down. Yunsan smiled, "Wine and food, there will be everything!"

"Good!" Amu nodded.

Yunsan went upstairs directly, and Amu casually looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard. Most of those flowers and plants are unknown to Amu, but they are expected to be strange species of the Three Realms.

Then, Amu entered the wooden building very casually.

The wooden building is antique. Inside, the decoration is exquisite, but it is not stained with vulgar colors.

Suddenly, Amu found that there was a painting hanging on the wall of the hall on the first floor.

In the painting, it is a man in Tsing Yi, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary appearance, but there is an inexplicable aura around his body, which is incomprehensible.

"Canghai Patriarch!" Amu was stunned for a moment.

The man in the painting is none other than the Immortal Venerable Canghai. It's just that this painting is more expressive than the one in the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

The Canghai Patriarch did not stand against the wind, but stood on top of a five-clawed white dragon. The clouds and mist are shrouded, and the five-clawed white dragon is incomparably powerful, and the head is not visible.

The white dragon looks like an immortal mount. However, the ancient currents of the sea have never been passed on.

The Canghai Patriarch of this portrait has a deeper look in his eyes. The pair of eyes that can see through thousands of years are undoubtedly displayed at the end of the pen.

Amu bowed respectfully to the portrait, and then his mind moved.

Because, the age of that portrait does not seem to be very far away, it is by no means like that on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, but it is an ancient painting of thousands of years.

"Who painted this? Now, looking at the entire Three Realms, there are only a handful of people who have seen the true face of Canghai Immortal Venerable.

Yun San, have you ever seen Canghai Immortal Venerable?

That painting, smart and expressive, seems to be the god of the sea immortals. That not only requires peerless painting skills, but also to get along with them day and night.

Otherwise, it will definitely not be able to outline the peerless style of Canghai Immortal Venerable.

"Paradise, people who have seen the ancestor of the sea?" Amu was shocked in his heart. Because, a thought, in an instant, flashed through his mind.

However, Amu could hardly believe his own inference. That's bizarre.

So, looking at the portrait, Amu was at a loss for a while. At this moment, Yun San had already paced down from the upper floor.

Yun San, it seems that he has changed into a green skirt, and he has delicately groomed himself, which is more beautiful than Fang Cai. Holding the guqin in your arms, Yingying falls down, and there is no end to the meaning of dust.

"Amu!" Yun San called softly.

"Huh?" Amu was startled, then asked, "You drew this?"

Yunsan raised his head, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and nodded slightly. (To be continued......)