God, he quietly likes this seat

When the first ray of sky appeared in the clouds, Zhong Ling had finished his morning class and was carefully wiping the edge of Tinglan's sword.

Behind him is the morning sun rising slowly from between the clouds and cliffs.The sunlight reflected on his body, as if it had coated him with a faint golden light, making him even more handsome, like a god coming to the world, without any dust.Yan Huaizhou looked at him with his chin in his hands, and felt that his Ah Ling seemed to be born to let people see beauty.

The god walked towards him, his sharp edge hidden in his brows, his expression gentle and firm.

"Let's go."

The purple mist in the mountains dissipated completely, and the magic circle covering the entire Juling Mountain even cut off the wind, and even the branches above the head remained motionless.

The crowd didn't stop for a moment, and finally reached the top of the mountain before sunset.

However, there is nothing above the main peak, and there is no Taoist temple mentioned in the clue.They couldn't help but looked at each other: "...What's going on, why is there nothing?"

Seeing Hua Daoshu stretching his neck to look around, Yan Huaizhou unceremoniously tapped him on the head with the back of his knife: "Where is your Taoist companion?"

Huadaoshu shook his head, his expression unavoidably a little frustrated: "I don't know."

Zhong Ling still remembered the stone cave on the top of the mountain, and wanted to check it out again, but just as he took a step, he stepped on a vine that popped out at an unknown time.

The vines were in full bloom in an instant, Zhong Ling took a few steps back and was about to speak when the scene on the top of the mountain changed suddenly.

The purple mist that disappeared seemed to gather at the top of the mountain at this time, enveloping everyone in it.

Zhong Ling only felt that his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

In the chaos, someone grabbed his hand suddenly.He instinctively wanted to shake it off, but he heard Yan Huaizhou calling him: "A Ling!"

Zhong Ling felt sure, and responded, "I'm here."

He didn't pull out his hand, and Yan Huaizhou didn't let go either, he just leaned over and stuck tightly to him.

Fortunately, the mist came and dissipated quickly. When the last trace of purple mist disappeared, the top of Juling Mountain was no longer empty.

——A grand palace appeared in front of their eyes.

Langyuan Qionglou towers as high as the clouds.

There are thousands of auspicious clouds engraved on the double eaves, which look like jade but not jade; the sound of Xianle chime bells is ethereal, and you can vaguely see a huge phoenix perched on the transparent glass roof of the palace, flapping its wings and raising its head, its feathers meandering and pouring down. A piece of silver shines brilliantly.

Zhong Ling and Yan Huaizhou suddenly changed color at the same time.

"Jade Luan Palace?!

Shen Xingchi also said with a shocked expression, "Cangyang Gate?"

Zhu Yu and Zhao Ziyi looked at each other.

"What I saw was Feihenzhai's Library Pavilion."

"I am... the water pavilion of the Dusheng Pavilion."

Zhong Ling recovered from the shock, and hurriedly asked the monks next to him one by one, and it was true that everyone saw something completely different.

Zhao Ziyi frowned and said, "It's another phantom array. It may project the reflection of our hearts, but I don't know what's weird inside."

Yan Huaizhou said to Zhong Ling: "You wait here, I'll go in and have a look."

But Zhu Yu reached out to stop him: "Don't go. Nian Zhi needs to know more about the formation, this time we are advanced."

What he said was indeed very reasonable. Everyone present was not as proficient in formations as Zhao Ziyi, so it was most appropriate for him to go first to explore the situation.

Zhong Ling pondered for a while: "That's fine, then you all be careful, we'll wait outside first."

Zhao Ziyi nodded, but couldn't let go of his mind: "Xiu Ning, you wait here too, I'll be out soon."

Zhu Yu smiled at him: "I don't know what's inside. Although I can't help you, if you encounter danger, I can also block you a little bit. Let's go."

The two of them stepped into the door together, but never came out again.

After standing there for a long time, Shen Xingchi was the first to lose his temper: "We've already arrived here, why don't we still stand in front of the door and not go in? If you want to wait, just wait, Shen will not accompany you!"

After finishing speaking, he held my emperor's sword in his hand, and stepped into the phantom formation with great strides.

Now the secret treasure of gathering spirits may be right in front of our eyes, with him taking the lead, many monks are ready to move, and in a short while, several groups of people will follow and go together one after another.

Zhong Ling waited in front of the hall for a while, but those who entered seemed to have disappeared without a trace of waves.

It was dark.

He finally took a step: "Let's go."

The touch of the bluestone floor tiles under your feet is extremely real, and this road has been walked thousands of times in childhood and old dreams.

Yan Huaizhou stood in front of Zhong Ling, stretched out his hand and pushed open the heavy palace door.

A dazzling white light suddenly pierced from behind the palace door, piercing so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

——He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a beautiful dream.

He couldn't remember exactly what happened in this dream.

... I just remember that it was a very heavy and good dream.

In a trance, there was a flying white falling in front of his eyes, Yan Huaizhou subconsciously reached out to catch it.

In the palm of her hand is a white flower petal.

He raised his head and saw the white peach tree.

The wind blows the treetops, and the flowers fall all over the ground.

Yan Huaizhou stared at the tree with bated breath for a while, and slowly came back to his senses.

This time, he realized that Zhong Ling had disappeared at some point!

He couldn't help shouting: "A Ling! A Ling—where are you?!"

No one responded to him.

Yan Huaizhou regained his composure, walked around the luxuriant peach tree, and walked towards the cabin behind the tree.

There is no one in the wooden house, but sandalwood is burning, and there are half-read miscellaneous notes on the table.It seemed that he had just slipped out to play and came back for a while, and it seemed that Zhong Ling was so sleepy in the afternoon that he had no time to collect his books and went to rest.

This is the place where he and Zhong Ling lived in Yuluan Palace for ten years when they were studying arts.

Yan Huaizhou picked up the miscellaneous notebook on the table.On the page that was opened, the annotations were written neatly, with iron strokes drawn with silver hooks. It was Zhong Ling's familiar handwriting, and even the ink marks were not completely dry.

A huge sense of absurdity spread from his heart. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of swords outside the door.

Through the window, he saw a fiery red figure dancing with a sword under the peach tree in Baihua Mountain.

It's Zhong Ling.

His hair was not so long, and it was tightly tied on top of his head by a jade crown; his stature was not as tall as it is now, and there was even a little more immature look between his brows.

On the hilt of Ting Lan Sword, there was an amber tassel hanging.If Yan Huaizhou remembers correctly, he bought this sword tassel casually at the night market, and it had already been lost at the bottom of Wuwang Cliff.

This is Zhong Ling from his youth!

Shocked, Yan Huaizhou stumbled out the door: "... Ah Ling?"

The young Zhong Ling saw him, immediately put down the sword in his hand, and said angrily, "Yan Huaizhou! Why are you being lazy again?"

He walked towards Yan Huaizhou, snow-white peach petals fell on his black hair and shoulders: "If you keep doing this, I really won't care about you!"

Yan Huaizhou asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

Zhong Ling gave him a blank look: "Pretend, you still pretend! Do you know that Master is almost mad at you?"

He seemed to have discovered something was wrong, and carefully looked Yan Huaizhou up and down: "...Why are you wearing black clothes today, and what kind of fanfare are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and change!"

Yan Huaizhou was completely stunned.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhong Ling was about to reprimand him again, but after seeing his face clearly, he took back his original words, frowned and said, "Why is your complexion so bad? What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Yan Huaizhou's forehead.

His palms were warm and pressed against Yan Huaizhou's forehead, making him almost cry.

Seeing Yan Huaizhou's eye circles were red, Zhong Ling took half a step back in shock, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a scourge.

"You, what's the matter with you? Could it be that you are bewitched!"

Yan Huaizhou knew that this place was just an illusion, but this illusion was too real.He couldn't help thinking in his heart: Where's Zhong Ling?Where is Zhong Ling now?

Did you meet him when you were a boy?

Zhong Ling in front of him had never seen Yan Huaizhou in such a state of despair, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, so he simply turned around and ran out: "You wait, I'll ask Master to take a look!"

Yan Huaizhou grabbed his sleeve.

"No need to go...I'm fine."

He paused, seeing that Zhong Ling was still looking at him worriedly, so he could only tell a lie: "I'm not feeling well today, just take a rest."

Zhong Ling was dubious: "Really?"

"Really. I'll be fine in a while, I... I'll go to the room to change clothes first."

He didn't dare to look at Zhong Ling again, and turned back to the house as if fleeing, and sure enough, he found the silky white dress he used to wear when he was young in the closet.One on top of the other, neatly stacked by Zhong Ling.

Yan Huaizhou was eager to find out what was happening elsewhere in the phantom array, so he changed his clothes and came out. Seeing Zhong Ling still standing in front of the door, he said to him: "A Ling, I have something to ask Master, so go out first."

Zhong Ling didn't suspect him, and thought that Yan Huaizhou had encountered some serious event and wanted to ask his master to clarify his doubts, so he immediately agreed: "Then you go quickly."

Yan Huaizhou left the gate of the small courtyard and headed east.

Passing through the pavilions and corridors, and stepping on the small stone bridge with gurgling water under his feet, everything in front of him is the same as the Yuluan Palace in his memory.

On the road, he even met the disciples in the palace who often fought with him, the elders of Chengxun Hall who stared at him angrily, and the beautiful senior sister who died in the battle between immortals and demons seven years ago.

Qingxinyuan is close at hand.

He went in.

A figure stood there with his back to him, even though he had already guessed this, Yan Huaizhou still heard his own voice trembling.

"...Master."

The tall man turned his head slowly.

His silver hair fell down on his crow-blue light robe.With sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, Yan Huaizhou used to think that when he looked at him, there was only disgust and coldness, but now he saw the deep love hidden in these eyes.

Shocking Cloud Sword Saint Mo Shuhe.

This master who has always only liked Zhong Ling and never looked down on him, said that he was "extraordinarily talented and not righteous".

Before he had time to see him become a catastrophe for the world, he blocked the world-shattering blow in the battle between immortals and demons for him, and since then he has fallen and disappeared in the world.

He knelt down slowly: "Disciple—please ask Master to clarify."