Prosperous Beauty System

But it was said that the clouds broke through the fog and the sun was shining, and countless silver lights came through the sky dragging the tail.

The sea of ​​stars plummeted, the stars dotted the night sky, and the purple air rolled up like flowing clouds, like a brocade paving the road, zigzagging from the nine heavens.

Xianyou Palace.

A group of monks knelt down in the huge dojo outside the palace, wearing cool-colored Taoist robes and black-colored crowns. The two phoenixes in the universe were handsome and their faces were frosty.

The iron chains of the Yunqiao were covered by the sudden thick fog. In the long water, green smoke and mist rose from the green bamboo forest, and a misty figure came through the fog.

The visitor has a graceful figure, wearing an ink-colored crown on his head, blood-colored lines between his eyebrows, and long black hair hanging down to his ankles.

Even the 32 flying cranes hovering in the clouds of the sea of ​​stars did not dare to do anything in front of him, they folded their wings and landed one after another.

"Congratulations, Master!" The disciples congratulated in unison, but their voices were as cold as a string.

Qingliu Yuanjun has always been a vigorous character, he dislikes extravagance and bustle the most, this time he has cultivated too much to leave the customs, except for a dozen or so disciples, other monks in the Taoist sect dare not disturb him.

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Xianyou Palace is built on the mountain, solemn and solemn, hiding in the white mist of the cliff all the year round.At this moment, the green bamboo forest and the wisteria are facing each other far away, and the gentle wind blows, rolling up many withered petals on the ground.

The 96 years passed like clouds and clouds, and passed away in one breath.

In the monk's time, 96 years is not enough for things to change.

Qingliu stood on the dojo in the palace and closed his eyes intently. His expression was indifferent, and his aura was even more terrifying than the cold and ascetic Taoist robe on his body.

In front of you are waterside pavilions and streams, and distant mountain shadows overlap, like a scroll of painting.

The sound of gurgling water was ruthless, but Qingliu could hear a bit of anxiety from it.

If you are too forgetful, your heart will be as still as water.

Qingliu was meditating at first, and when he heard this anxious voice, he slowly opened his eyes, "Have you not repaired the sky-seeing realm yet?" His voice was also like this flowing water, cold and ethereal, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

The disciples of Qiandao were practicing swords, and they all stopped when they heard the question.

"Return to Master, the Heaven Peeping Realm has been repaired and perfected."

The petals are like rain, weaving and falling in the bamboo forest in the mist.

Qingliu raised his head, his cold and non-mechanistic gaze passed through the iron chains of the Yunqiao, and fell far on the Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace on the cliff on the opposite bank, "Is there a conclusion about the demon cultivator in the gate a few months ago?"

From his cool-colored flowing cloud sleeves, a plain white singlet that was as soft as water fluttered in the wind, like white clouds curling up above the clouds.

After leaving the customs for several days, this is the first time that Daoist Qingliu Yuanjun asked about the affairs of the Daoist sect.

The disciples brandished the long-sleeved pinch formula and sheathed their long swords, their expressions were somewhat indifferent like those of the Taoist sect, but more of them were respectful to the master.

"This matter has not been found out yet, but the disciples have heard that the demon cultivator is inseparable from the Heavenly Cang Demon Land." The leading disciple of Qiandao stood seven steps behind Qingliu, and answered carefully.

"Where's Lu Yan?"

The stream rippled with the wind, Qingliu glanced at his disciple, and pushed aside the wisteria flowers that had fallen in front of the stream.

"Senior brother Lu Yan is not in the Taoist sect, he has been on land for a few days."

Several disciples followed, and the rest of the disciples glanced at each other, sacrificed their flying swords, and continued to practice swords in the dojo.

Qingliu didn't speak, stood on the mossy stone slab by the stream, made a formula with the tip of his right finger, and sacrificed a long sword with purple lightning all over his body from his heart.

"Master?"

Several disciples backed away in shock.

"You have reported what happened in the Taoist sect in the past few months, everything is in detail, and the Tao is with me."

The long sword thundered and lightning flashed, Qingliu held "Litian" in his hand, took out a brocade handkerchief from Liuyun's sleeve, and wiped his natal magic weapon calmly.

The leading disciple hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, but did not dare to look at Daozong, "Master asked, but this disciple remembered something."

Looking at the moss on the mossy slate, he slowly said, "The current ruler of Taishu Huanfu has a son and a daughter. The talents of the sky, these two children did not disappoint Taishu Huanfu's expectations, but when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, their cultivation had already surpassed that of refining gods, and they were praised by everyone on land."

"This is a happy event, but the world is impermanent, and it is probably destined. A few years ago, the mirror world opened. Nalan Yanran, as a generation of Taishu Huanfu who had high hopes, entered the mirror world with young geniuses from other families. Fifteen years. But no one would have thought that during the 15 years she was inside, she would privately form a Taoist partner with the leader of the Heavenly Cang Demon Land, Dongli Taoist Lord."

Qingliu Yuanjun retreated for 96 years, and Nalan Liuyue and Nalan Yanran were not born at that time, so naturally he didn't know this secret.

Another disciple couldn't help but said, "That fellow Daoist Nalan has selfish interests with the Demon Dao, and he made Lord Taishu so angry that he ordered his daughter to be imprisoned in a water prison. That fellow Daoist Nalan is also very infatuated." , even if it is coercion and temptation, he will not be separated from his lover."

The eldest disciple could hardly maintain the indifference on his face, "One day later, I don't know who sent a letter to the Heavenly Cang Demon Land, and the Daoist Dongli heard that his lover had suffered so much, so he broke into the Taishu Illusion Mansion regardless, but It fell into the hands of Lord Taishu and other noble families, after which they fought in the cloud for several days and nights, and ended in the defeat of Daoist Dongli."

The disciple who spoke just now continued, "A cultivator saw with his own eyes that Taoist Lord Dongli fell from the sea of ​​clouds and hit the vast sea. A few days later, the figure of the demon cultivator appeared in the Taoist gate."

The eldest disciple gave him a helpless look. Although the encounter between Nalan Yanran and the Demon Lord Dongli was indeed embarrassing, but as people in the Void Spiritual Realm, it would only be a joke to sympathize with a demon cultivator.

There is nothing wrong with love itself, what is wrong is the positions of the two people who love each other, so Xie Weiyan would rather give up his identity as Daoist Dongli and be with Nalan Yanran.

The light cast through the branches, leaves and petals has dimmed, and the gentle wind blows through the stream, carefully hitting the mossy stone slab.

Qingliu's expression remained unchanged, and he was still wiping his long sword. It seemed that the demon cultivator the disciple was talking about had nothing to do with the demon cultivator who broke into Taixu Daomen a few months ago.

"Master?"

The eldest disciple raised his head slightly, and his gaze fell on the plain white singlet that was fluttering in the wind under Qingliu Yuanjun's sleeves.

Qingliu didn't speak, and after wiping the natal magic weapon, Jifei's sword turned into a ray of light and disappeared on the spot.

On the sea of ​​clouds, a ray of star pierced the sky, and it was unknown where it fell.

Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace.

The white mist dissipated, and the iron chains locked the cliff, revealing green bamboo forests, pines and cypresses.

On the gorgeous and clean palaces, the golden light spreads from the clouds far away, and the flying cranes circled in the clouds, and occasionally one or two folded their wings and landed on the curled eaves.

From the open window, a white and delicate hand stretched out, and there was faint water vapor in the breeze blowing by. Xie Weiyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a star shining far away in the sea of ​​clouds. Come out of nowhere.

The author has something to say: Yes, he was looking for Xie Weiyan.

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