Self-cultivation of the White Lotus of Three Lives Three Worlds Peach Blossom Debt

When Huihui was led back to Tiangong, she was still in a dazed state.

"Little Fairy, don't be afraid." The bearded uncle who was holding her was a man who was afraid that she would be afraid, but he forced out a kind smile, even though the smile was like a horror movie.

The Jiuchongtian Palace is surrounded by fairy mist, but it is eerily quiet.

Huihui hugged the bearded uncle's thigh tightly, quietly watching everything around her with her big sparkling eyes.

The white mist was vast, and a figure slowly approached. The mist cleared, revealing the man's true face.It was a young fairy, dressed in blue and a blue robe, with a white silk sash tied around his waist, flung to the left side, and a jade pendant with a slight pinkness hanging down.

"Mr. Song Yaoyuan." The bearded uncle casually cupped his hands and saluted.

This young blue-clothed fairy does not seem to be of low status, with a pair of black eyes and a smile on his face, he is looking at Hui Hui with interest.

"Where did the commander pick this little doll?" The blue-clothed fairy laughed.

The bearded uncle sighed: "In the battle with Qing Cang, the whole family of this little fairy was killed. This little baby is left behind."

The blue-clothed fairy put away her smile and asked seriously: "But the Sujin clan?"

"Exactly." The bearded uncle patted Huihui's head pitifully: "Heavenly Lord pity Sujin clan for their loyalty, and asked me to take this little fairy back to the Heavenly Palace to take care of her. Today I will lead this little fairy to the palace to reward you."

The blue-clothed fairy knelt down and pinched her gray face: "What's the name of the little girl?"

Huihui hid behind the bearded uncle, looking at him timidly.

"Forget it." The blue-clothed fairy was making fun of herself, touched her nose in embarrassment, and stood up: "I'd better leave first."

"Going to find Lord Wen Hengqing again?" the bearded uncle asked.

"No, I'm looking for Bihua today. He picked up a strange egg, and I'll go take a look." The blue-clothed fairy stretched and waved at the bearded uncle: "Let's go first."

"Send off Mr. Song Yaoyuan." The bearded uncle cupped his fists at him.The man had disappeared into a hazy mist.

"Who is that?" Huihui opened her mouth, and said her first words when she entered the Nine Heavens.

"That one is Guangxu Yuanjun." The bearded uncle said: "Everyone thinks his title is confusing, so they still call him Song Yaoyuanjun. I heard that he used to be the son of a certain prime minister's family in the lower realm. Shanglaojun fell into the mortal world with the elixir, so he ascended to become a god. He stayed in the heaven for a long time and now he is also a Shangxian, so he was named Guangxu Yuanjun. Sigh! A god like him is also lucky."

Huihui showed a confused expression that seemed to understand but not understand.

The bearded uncle thought she didn't understand, rubbed her head, and sighed: "Immortals are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Immortals have immortal roots, one is cultivated, the other is born, and the other is picked. He came here. Isn’t Lord Song Yuanyuan just a fairy picked up in vain? A natural fairy like you is not as good as a mortal in the lower realm. If the whole clan hadn’t died in battle, I’m afraid there would be no chance to come to Jiuzhong for the rest of my life…”

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he closed his mouth resentfully, and glanced at her cautiously.

Huihui looked towards the direction where Song Yaoyuanjun left, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

She remembered correctly, she had seen this Mr. Song Yaoyuan before.

When she was a pheasant on Kunlun Xushang, she once had a piece of sky-replenishing stone that came to the ancestor gods for marriage.

You can't be wrong, that guy is the reincarnation of Butianshi.

For some reason, the words "something is not good" suddenly appeared in Huihui's mind.Then, just like the barrage swiping the screen, it keeps circulating in my mind.

The Nine Heavens Palace, resplendent in gold and green, solemn and majestic, knelt down honestly in the cold hall.Both sides were full of important ministers of the Heavenly Palace, and everyone looked at her with pity.

There is a person sitting upright above the Tiangong, whose whole body is shrouded in golden light, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

For some reason, Hui Hui suddenly thought of that eccentric ancestor god.

She lowered her head, a little person, kneeling among all these gods, alone and alone.

"Heavenly Emperor! This is the orphan of the Sujin clan." The bearded uncle said.

"Get up." Tianjun said lightly: "Come here."

Huihui got up from the ground, and without anyone helping her, she staggered to Tianjun.Keep your head down, this is not to offend Tianyan.

Sitting next to the Emperor of Heaven was a man in purple, with a handsome face but silver hair.An understatement glanced at Huihui, as if thoughtful.

"The Sujin family sacrificed their lives for the comfort of the heavens. You are alone now. I accept you as a righteous sister and make you Princess Zhaoren."

"Yes." Huihui nodded.Does she still have the right to refuse?of course not.

"What's your name?" asked the person in front of him.

"The little girl doesn't have a name." Huihui lowered her head tightly, not daring to lift it up: "In our clan, we only have a name when we are a thousand years old, and the little girl is only five hundred years old now."

"You, the Sujin family, buried your life like water for the heavens, so you should be called Sujin." Tianjun's tone carried a trace of imperceptible sarcasm: "It just suits you, a bald-tailed pheasant."

Hui Hui, now Su Jin, raised her head in horror, her back covered in cold sweat.

Tianjun raised a trace of incomparably flattering sneer, and looked at her with interest.

Damn it!

Why is this ancestor here?