The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

The acceptance ceremony of God of War Yuan is a rare event at present.

The gate of the palace was opened at Maoshi, and the banquet was held in the palace square.

When the sky was about to dawn, there were monks who couldn't wait to enter the palace holding invitations.

The imperial palace in the lower city is not as cloud-shrouded as the floating islands floating in the clouds, like a fairy palace in a fairyland, but it is also solemn and magnificent, extremely noble, especially the square paved with white jade, which shines warmly in the morning light.

A red carpet is spread from the main hall to the end of the square, dividing the wide square into two halves, with seats on the left and right, arranged in sequence from the steps down.

The monks who enter the palace too early can pass the time while drinking fine wine and watching songs and dances.

The graceful dancer dances with long sleeves, her skirt flutters, and the bell rings next to the chime, and the music is melodious; the dance moves with the music, or the long sleeves are lightly stretched, and the delicate body rotates with it, or the body is as light as a swallow. The ground flew up from the ground, jumping on the light silk ribbon.

The monks who devote all their attention to cultivation rarely have time to enjoy a song together.

As time passed, representatives of various sects and sects led their disciples to arrive one after another, the rising sun gradually hung in the sky, the pointer of the sundial was reflected at noon, and Zongzheng Yue in a solemn crown appeared on the steps.

He stood with his hands behind his back, condescendingly looking down at the monks from various sects gathered under the square.

Two majestic golden dragons are perched on his shoulders with their teeth and claws stretched out. Their black hair is bundled up and crowned with a nine-pronged crown. The hanging bead blocks his sharp eyes and most of his face, only revealing a smooth chin. .

The singers and dancers gradually dispersed.

Only then did the monks who enjoyed the song and dance turn their eyes away, and turned their eyes to the figure on the steps.

The gazes of nearly a thousand monks all betting on him made Zong Zhengyue seem to have returned to the scenery of being the leader of various sects 3000 years ago at this moment.

It's just that the feeling is fleeting.

Because he clearly understood that these monks would gather here and would be willing to be at the top, just because they were jealous of the god of war behind him—but he thought that the Zongzheng clan would be able to return to their former glory in a short time.

"Today, all the major sects are gathered here to celebrate the God of War Yuanxi's beloved disciple." The deep voice echoed in the square and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

He started whispering underneath, and cast complicated glances at the Wen clan next to Tianyizong.

Some young disciples got up directly with wine and came to congratulate them. Patriarch Wen and the older elders who entered the room could at least put on airs to cover up a thing or two. The young clansmen who followed Patriarch Wen to gain knowledge had no such worries.

When they were complimented by the young disciples, their eyes and brows were full of joy, and they looked proud and honored.

The atmosphere was just right, and the belated war god Yuan finally appeared.

Dressed in white, she floated over and sat delicately on the steps.

Its true face is hidden in the hazy clouds, which makes people not see it clearly. The feeling of emptiness all over the body makes people unable to feel profane when they see it, and they hang their heads spontaneously and dare not wait and see.

The representatives of the four major sects took the lead and bowed their hands in salute.

"Jing Fan, a member of the Immortal Sword Sect, has met His Majesty."

"Jiang Yun from the Immortal Medicine Sect has met His Majesty."

"Xuantian Sect's suzerain, Tianming, has met His Majesty."

"Sect Master Yurui of Tianyi Sect has seen Your Majesty."

As soon as the four came out, everyone present stood up and bowed in an orderly manner.

Just at the right time, a long bell rang.

Everyone felt as if their hands were being held up by a force, and then came a low voice: "Today, I have Wen's words, which really win my heart. I will accept them as disciples, and I will tell the world, and you will witness."

Everyone always felt that this word sounded a bit wrong.

But they didn't think too much, and responded in unison: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for being a beloved disciple."

After all, some people couldn't bear to peek up curiously.

I saw a beautiful young man standing on the left side of the statue. He was dressed in white just like the robe of the statue. His long hair was tied up with a white jade crown like splashed ink and flowing clouds, without any hair accessories.

From a distance, it looks like a blue ink painting of a distant mountain. The peerless world is like a moonlight, and it is like a lotus in a snow mountain.

What a bright and clear man.

No wonder he was favored by his lord and accepted as his disciple.

The peeping monks thought to themselves.

It's a pity that Emperor Zongzheng took him into the harem.

Zong Zhengyue, who was at the bottom, pursed his thin lips tightly.

The eyes hidden behind the pearls struggled several times, and finally returned to calm.

Someone from the palace brought tea, Qiu Yun took it, and walked in front of Yuan under the eyes of everyone.

At this time, Yuan Zhi made an illusion, and what caught everyone's eyes was 'Wen Yanqiu' who lifted up his clothes, knelt down on his knees, and held up the tea bowl in his hand: "Master, please use tea."

However, the reality is that Qiu Yun stood upright in front of Yuan, and handed over the tea bowl.

Yuan took the tea bowl, took a sip from his mouth, put it on the desk, got up and 'lifted' the person himself.

The moment the two hands touched, his little finger scratched Qiu Yun's palm lightly, causing Qiu Yun's eyebrows to twitch, and he cast a warning gaze.

Only then did he let go of Qiu Yun's hand as if nothing had happened, and then a brilliant diamond ring-shaped object appeared in his palm out of thin air. He immediately took Qiu Yun's hand and put it on Qiu Yun's ring finger himself: "This is a gift for the teacher." The storage ring for you."

"..." Qiu Yun glanced at him.

Relying on the fact that people in this world don't understand the meaning of giving rings, this dog secretly turned the apprenticeship ceremony into a different kind of wedding.but……

He felt the rich vitality hidden deep in the diamond, as well as the power contained in the ring setting: "This ring..."

"The ring setting is made of dragon scales, and the green diamond is condensed with vitality." Yuan communicated with him with his spiritual sense: "We have a lazy dragon in the protoss, and the dragon scales were taken from him. There is a small world inside. Such a large space, as for vitality..."

[It's the breath of Huasheng! 】

The little mirror suddenly jumped out: 【Hua Sheng is one of the four great gods of the Protoss, Xi Sheng. The main body is a plant just like my master. The vitality of the plants is strong. Tsk, this bastard Yuangou is really not a thing. Not even the same clan is spared. 】

"Don't listen to it talking nonsense." Yuan Neng could hear the beeping of the small mirror.

He led Qiuyun back to his seat, waved for everyone to take their seats, held a cup of celebration together, and then said: "In the past, Guiting was a middle schooler, always thinking of ruling the entire God Realm, and Ning Wanqing followed him. Jump up and down the court.

Originally, there were four of my Protoss, and I could fight four against three. However, Lan Shu is a lazy dragon who sleeps in the cave all day guarding his treasure. I, together with Yijun, protect the Protoss.

Xi Sheng couldn't let it go, so he turned his cultivation into life, and presented it to me and Yijun to increase his cultivation. "

When Yuan said this, his expression was a little dignified.

He was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "At the beginning, I didn't know that the vitality sent by Xi Sheng was transformed by his cultivation. After using it for a while, I realized something was wrong, and I went to question it. Use, I want to wait for the day when the gods and demons shake hands and make peace, and then return it to him, who knows..."

[Unexpectedly, the gods and demons suddenly fought, and then they all fell into various small worlds. 】The little mirror helped him to say what he hadn't finished.

After finishing speaking, it snorted, and secretly said to Qiu Yun: [Hua Sheng has returned to the God Realm, and she gave birth to a little Ningzhi with my three demon kings...]

Speaking of this, it suddenly remembered why it brought Xianzun into the small world. The reason is that when it took Hua Sheng through the small world, Hua Sheng from the protoss hooked up with the three demon kings.

And the Immortal Venerable it was carrying was hooked up by Yuangou again.

This is about to return to the fairyland, if the master knows the truth...

The little mirror cried.

It didn't cry as loudly as a normal child, it just covered its mouth and wept silently because it was about to meet its master's wrath.

Qiu Yun heard the voice in his head stop abruptly, and was about to ask why it didn't continue, when De Yuan said: "It's almost time, let's go first."

With him around, all the monks under his seat felt unnatural.

Qiu Yun nodded, stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and left in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Zongzheng Yue also left. Seeing this, the two suzerains among the four major sects presented congratulatory gifts and brought their disciples out of the palace one after another.

The ranks of Xianmen are distinct.

Only when the big sects go about the same can the small sects go.

There were also those who didn't want to leave so early, so they continued to stay in the palace to make friends with other monks.

Later, Zongzheng Yue personally led people to bring the congratulatory gifts from the various sects to Changqiu Palace.

At that time, Qiuyun was coaxing the little mirror who was crying.

Yuan sat beside him with a tea bowl in his hand, looking at the patient Qiu Yun with gentle eyes.He changed out of his white clothes, and a black robe made his skin whiter than snow, his lips were as red as blood, and there was a lingering evil spirit all over his body.

But these evil spirits were neutralized a little by the tenderness in his brows and eyes.

"This is my own choice and has nothing to do with you." Qiu Yun coaxed softly.

Little Mirror rubbed his eyes, and said sobbingly: "But I didn't cut off the bad relationship between you and Yuangou in time. First, the three demon kings were seduced by Hua Sheng, and now you are entangled by Yuangou, blah blah... ..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm still here?" Qiu Yun gently wiped the tears off its face, her gentle tone was like coaxing a child: "I'm also your master's father, I'll intercede for you, Can Ting'er give me face?"

"Really?" The little mirror stared round and red eyes, with tears still hanging on its eyelashes, looking very distressing.

"Of course it's true." Qiu Yun rubbed its head, hugged it in his arms, pinched his face that was red from it, and said, "I'm crying like a little cat, I'll take you to wash your face."

With that said, he walked into the inner hall.

At the right time, he sat on the cloud and reported that his majesty had come.

"I came to you to explain, you made a fuss about it, you can solve it yourself." Qiu Yun said without looking back.

Yuan Wenyan, who was about to follow, sat back on his chair and waved his hand to signal Zuo Yunchuan Zongzheng to come in.

Zongzheng Yue changed into a purple and gold robe, stepped into the palace calmly, bowed his hands first, and said, "All the major sects congratulated His Majesty on accepting his beloved disciple, and all offered congratulatory gifts."

With a calm face on Yuan Yuan's face, he calmly nodded to indicate that he understood.

Seeing this, Zong Zhengyue asked the palace people to put down the congratulatory gifts, and looked around, but there was no 'Wen Yanqiu'.

"Before you asked me to give you an explanation." Yuan suddenly said, sitting upright, raised his index finger and middle finger, and condensed a golden light into Zong Zhengyue's eyebrows.

Just as Zongzheng Yue became vigilant, a picture appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. At this moment, a deep voice came from his ear: "This is Wen Yanqiu's fate, and I will explain it to you after you finish watching it. "

Hearing this, Zongzheng became more vigilant and watched the memory of His Majesty entering the sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw a flying boat floating around the floating island in Shangting, a young man in purple brocade clothes walked out of the room on the flying boat with his hands behind his back, followed by a boy with a round face.

These two people are Wen Yanqiu and Zuoyun.

The two walked to the edge of the flying boat, and the cold wind in the air blew Wen Yanqiu's long hair.

Seeing this situation, Zuoyun pulled his son over and said, "Young master, be careful, don't fall, I'll go back to the room and get you a robe."

"Go." Wen Yanqiu stood with his hands behind his back, waiting to sit on the clouds and go far away, and couldn't hold back his head to look at the floating island under the flying boat, and the look of anticipation was faintly visible in the clear and moist pupils.

However, at this moment, a spiritual energy galloped from the corner and hit Wen Yanqiu's back.

Wen Yanqiu was knocked out of the flying boat unprepared, and instantly his body was like a kite with a broken string, falling towards the floating island, and before he landed on the floating island, he had no time to be bored. With a hum, he turned into ashes.

Seeing this scene, Zongzheng Yue's expression darkened, and he looked for the place of the sneak attack, and saw a figure in white clothes looming around the corner. After seeing Wen Yanqiu's fall, the other party turned back to the room without hesitation.

The screen stopped abruptly.

Zongzheng opened his eyes abruptly, and suddenly met the gaze cast by His Majesty.

"Wen Yanqiu is really dead?"

Yuan squinted at him, saw the suspicious look in his eyes, and chuckled lightly: "I heard that if Qiu is my love, how can I be willing to curse him to death?"

"Then..." He heard the movement from the inner hall, and cast a glance towards the inner hall: "Who is Wen Yanqiu now?"

"You don't need to know who it is, anyway, he is not Wen Yanqiu." After Yuan said, another golden light shot into the center of his brow: "This is the Hunyuan formula, how well you can understand it depends on your understanding, and I have the right to borrow it from my love." You are rewarded as a concubine, and I love to borrow the status of Wen's son, if you get something in the future, remember to take care of it."

Hearing these words, Zongzheng Yue felt bad: "What does Your Majesty mean?"

Yuan glanced at him, turned to look outside the hall, and sighed softly: "I promised your father to protect the Zongzheng clan for 3000 years. The time limit has come, and I will leave soon."

"Your Highness—"

"Needless to say." Yuan waved him out of Changqiu Palace.