Eternal Gate

Zhao Yun hid in the mountains and forests, sitting for three or two days.

The clone is very dedicated and conscientiously guards the master.

Few people are here in the starry sky. Sometimes there are one or two monks passing by like a fairy light. No one is aware that this ancient star hides people.

call!

I don't know when, Wen Yun Cangzi woke up.

Reflecting the dim starlight, his remnant soul was shining brightly. Because of Juechen's destiny, his remnant soul was surrounded by a strange halo, which was both protection and nourishment, and his state was getting better all the time.

Zhao Yun is still not awake, but his injuries have recovered.

Yun Cangzi floated his wrist and looked around him again.

This kid is a great talent. Although his cultivation is not worthy of the power of the Holy Master, his courage and talent are not beyond the reach of ordinary people. If he grows up, he will surpass the eternal immortal.

Suddenly, a wisp of breeze was blowing in.

Yun Cangzi's remnant soul swayed, and Zhao Yun also swayed.

After shaking for so few times, he actually slowly fell to the ground, Xu was too tired, and fell asleep, watching Yun Cangzi floating around, "Don't sleep here! Get up and continue on the road!"

Zhao Yun did not respond, and slept very peacefully.

Long Yuan left the eternal realm, as well as Xian Lei and Hun Tian Huo.

They guarded Zhao Yun's side, guarding someone like a thief.

"I have been through life and death. Waiting like this... makes the old man very melancholy." Yun Cangzi said, yes, he is that someone, and this soldier fought and thundered, and he was the one who defended him.

"Be honest."

"Don't be jealous."

The body of Long Yuan's sword buzzed and trembled, and the oil and salt did not enter at the critical moment.

Xian Lei was not at peace, being stared at by Yun Cangzi's remnant soul.

It's not that they don't believe in this old man, but that his master is really addicted. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the goods were to be taken away? It is necessary for them to take good care of this remnant soul.

"If this was eight hundred years ago, three of you had sunk in the morning."

Yun Cangzi cursed for a while, but still returned his wrist.

When the Immortal King did this, he only had the thought of scolding his mother.

puff!

While talking, a clone of Zhao Gongzi's whistle dissipated.

Then came the second and third... all disappeared.

It wasn't that they took the initiative to dissipate, the problem came from the deity's body, he seemed to really sink in, without a clear consciousness, it is no wonder that Long Yuan, Xian Lei and Hun Tian Huo ran out to guard the master.

"With this weapon...I am very relieved."

Yun Cangzi spoke with a heart and heart, and he was really honest.

Looking at the sleeping son of Zhao, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

He only felt that his consciousness was erratic, and his whole person seemed to be hanging in the air.

He opened his eyes again, and it was a familiar place: Tianzong Zizhu Peak.

Dream?

Zhao Yun muttered, subconsciously looking around.

He had been to Zizhu Peak in his dream once, no one else, only him and Yunyan, the dream was extremely real and extremely comfortable, and Yunyan pinched his shoulders on his back.

Now here again... it feels so strange.

Without thinking, he walked up the stone steps.

From a distance, I saw a beautiful shadow sleeping under the old tree.

That is Yunyan.

Zhao Yun's eyes looked strange, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.

Could this be a dream? Why is Yunyan still, the same dream?

He also came gently to the old tree, squatted in front of Yunyan, and looked up and down, this dream is very real, because Yunyan in front of him is like a living, full of blood, flesh and temperature.

Sweep. Yellow!

I don't know if it's amusement or idleness, someone screamed.

The sleeping Yunyan was awakened, and he saw Zhao Yun's big smiling face when he saw him.

She didn't freak out, nor sternly criticized, she looked at Young Master Zhao in front of her in a dazed manner, and she stretched out her hand while she was looking at it. She pulled away Zhao Yun's scattered long hair and gently stroked his face.

This move...makes Zhao Gongzi a little bit embarrassed.

This is not the same as the clouds in his memory...

If in reality, this girl is afraid that it is early to carry the guy.

"What's coming again." Yunyan whispered and smiled softly.

"Ghost knows." Zhao Yun shrugged unclearly.

"Thinking day by day and dreaming at night, can't you... miss me." Yunyan smiled.

"Yes! I want to hang on a tree for you in my dreams." Zhao Gongzi opened his mouth to tell the truth.

"Did you think of anything else?"

"Um...hit a meal and hang on the tree."

"Back then... Why didn't I choke you to death?"

The teacher and apprentice talked very amused, but the picture was still harmonious.

Yun Yan stepped onto the stove again, cooking for the apprentice.

Just like the last time, Zhao Yun put his hands on his hands and walked around Zizhu Peak, looking very strange. This dream is very strange. There is only Zizhu Peak in the dream, so he can't go out for a stroll.

"Zhao Yun."

He didn't turn around until Yunyan called, and went back to the old tree.

Master’s dinner is carefully prepared, and the table is full of delicious dishes.

"You hate me."

Yunyan raised his chopsticks and kept picking vegetables for Zhao Yun.

Back then, she forced the disciples to let go of Yunfeng with death.

Over the years, her disciple should have hated her for a hundred years.

"Die by my sword, you have hated me."

Zhao Yun also raised his chopsticks and was also picking dishes for Master.

The person he was going to kill was Yunfeng, but he didn't think about hurting Yunyan.

"Never hate it." Yunyan shook his head gently.

"Never hate it." Zhao Yun finally picked up his job.

The dinner is warm, there is no hustle and bustle of the world, no deceit, only one teacher and one apprentice, like a confidant that has not been seen for many years, talking about the past in peace, that is a precious memory.

I don't know when, the mountain rang the sound of piano.

It was Zhao Yun playing the piano, and Yunyan dancing lightly.

The picture is not only warm, but also romantic.

Zhao Yun was afraid that he was really tired. Before he finished playing the music, he leaned against the old tree and fell asleep. Yunyan flicked his sleeves and covered him with a cloak, while she sat quietly and watched.

Qingfeng was puzzled, and moved her hair again and again.

She only felt that her mind shook, and there was an extra person in Zizhufeng.

It was a white-clothed woman, dreamlike, tinged with the ancient vicissitudes of life, with the moon all over her body, and the sound of the piano, and petals floating in the moonlight.

"you....."

Yun Yan stood up subconsciously, her eyes full of disbelief.

Zhao Yun may not know where this is, but she knows it clearly.

It was precisely because she was clear that she was particularly surprised, how could there be a third person here.

"What a dream fairy, really surprised me."

The woman in white smiled softly, her voice was as beautiful as a fairy tune.

She didn't look at Yunyan, but looked at Zizhu Peak like a picture scroll.

"Who are you?" Yunyan frowned slightly.

"We are the same." The white-clothed woman smiled.

"Same... OK?"

"He is also my apprentice."

The white-clothed woman came to the tree like the wind, and gently stroked Zhao Yun's face like Yunyan before. She hadn't seen her for a hundred years, and she didn't expect to see the little disciple again in this posture.

"It's your apprentice too?" Yun Yan was a little confused.

However, she was not too surprised, after all, it has been a hundred years.

A hundred years is too long, it is not surprising that Zhao Yun has a second master.

"How did you... get in." Yun Yan looked at the woman in white without squinting.

"Thinking day...you dreaming night." The white-clothed woman chuckled and finally got up.

She pointed at the center of Yunyan's eyebrows, and there was such an ancient secret pattern imprinted into Yunyan's body. It was... a mark of a god, left to Yunyan and to his disciple.