The sword has something to say

The first thing Feng Tinglan did when he woke up was to look around for the last face he remembered.Later, I found out that it was Ji Qingyun who sent him back that day.

Different from the few remaining innate gods, Dahuang is more of a person who ascended to immortality the day after tomorrow. Ji Qingyun is a sword cultivator, and after ascension, his ashram is in Lanxi, so he is also called Lanxi Lord.

After sending Feng Tinglan back to Tianjun Xianxin's temple, Ji Qingyun left without looking back.After Feng Tinglan found out about the person, he didn't want to delay for a moment, dragged his sick body to Lanxi, and met Ji Qingyun.

When we first met, Ji Qingyun was leaning against the railing of the building and sitting with her knees bent, with a sword on her knees, her white clothes were clearly visible, and her sleeves were flying.Hearing the movement, he turned around, looked at Feng Tinglan coldly, seemed to think for a while, and said, "Second Highness?"

Feng Tinglan's throat tightened, and there was a dull pain in his head.He can't remember the past clearly, but the person in front of him vaguely overlaps with that figure.He stepped forward and held Ji Qingyun's hand, with trembling lips, he called out in a low voice: "Master."

Ji Qingyun froze, immediately withdrew her hand, stood up and said, "What's the meaning of this, Your Highness?"

"Master?" Feng Tinglan was also taken aback.

Ji Qingyun took two steps back, her expression was cold: "His Royal Highness and I have no name of master and apprentice."

Feng Tinglan stared at him in a daze, a voice faintly sounded in his ear, distant and vague. "If by that time, the fate between you and me as master and apprentice is over, there is no need to force it..." Feng Tinglan felt as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp knife, and Feng Tinglan tasted a layer of blood and sweetness in his mouth. He looked at Ji Qingyun in front of him, Word by word: "I have never forgotten you, even so, are you still unwilling to recognize me?"

"Your Highness, please go back." Ji Qingyun was indifferent, he was not interested in anything except swords, he was used to walking around alone, and it would be troublesome to say more than a few words.

The wind and the waves are like an ice cellar, the luster in the eyes gradually dims, and the dragon's pupils are as thick as ink, bottomless.The wind from the Lanxi mountain stream whipped his golden-patterned black robe and black hair into the air, making a rattling noise.

Ji Qingyun saw the pale face of the noble Second Highness in front of him with a look of despair, and then heard Feng Tinglan's icy voice, he said: "I want to force it."

The flowers of Lingyang Mountain never wither, they rise with the wind and take root on the ground.

Shi Yanxue waited on the mountain for thousands of years, and the wound left at that time has long since healed, but he never waited for his dragon.

Time always kills a lot of thoughts, every year, every year.

Later, on the ten thousand hectares of green pool, Shi Yanxue was lying on a small boat, and she casually pulled a lotus leaf to cover her face, covering the careless light.

A bright light passed by in the sky, and the Lord of the Zixiao Heavenly Court lightly landed on his small boat.

"Why did the emperor come to look for me?" Shi Yanxue Ruyu moved the lotus leaf away with her fingertips, her eyes were full of mist when she first woke up.

The Emperor of Heaven said: "Shen Jun, I have come here to Ting Lan for my son and ask for a marriage."

The lotus leaf trembled, slipped from Shi Yanxue's fingertips, and spun to the top of the clear blue lake...

The author says:

The background is all private settings, ancient myths are mixed with immortals, and the whole people are low-profile.

Seriously cultivating the text, there must be no one who is forced to engage in relationship problems after ascension.

Lanxi Jun who feels distressed for 1 minute