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The two came to a huge palace.

It's not that they haven't seen other buildings in space, but those buildings, without exception, have their doors wide open, as if they are inviting people to enter, or simply to show the inside of them completely for people to watch.

Yan Zhuguang and Yun Mixue also went in boldly to have a look, but the furnishings inside were the same as what they saw outside, and they didn't see any trap formations or ambushes.

There is no life in these palaces, and the decorations, calligraphy and paintings are neatly placed, as if no one has ever lived in them.

After going in once or twice, the two of them will not enter these places again. They can take a look outside and know the structure inside, so why waste time going in?

But this palace was different. The gates of this palace were closed and the windows were not opened. This was obviously different from the buildings they had seen before.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Since this palace is different, it also means that there may be clues to leave this space.No matter how bad it is, it's better to have some dangerous activities to exercise your muscles and bones than to circle around in this empty and deserted space all the time.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how weird it is, you will get tired after seeing too much.

The two stood in front of the gate of the palace, one leaned against the gate on the other side, looked at each other and nodded, and then pushed hard at the same time.

"squeak"

The two doors seemed to have never been opened, even Yun Mixue in the distracted stage and Yan Zhuguang in the Nascent Soul stage felt a little difficult when they pushed without infusing spiritual energy.

The door opened, and there was no danger coming, nor imaginary dust.

This palace seems to be no different from the buildings they set foot on before, or the only difference is that the people who built the palace forgot to open the door.

Yan Zhuguang looked at the scene in the palace.

Compared with the exquisite and elegant interior decoration of other buildings, this palace is surprisingly empty and simple.

There are no tables and chairs inside the entire palace, and there are no walls or screens to separate it. It is just such a whole palace, with no obstruction to the line of sight, and a clear view of the wall facing the gate.

There are rows of ancient paintings hanging on the wall. The two facing the gate are several heads higher than the other ancient paintings.

With Yan Zhuguang and Yun Mixue's eyesight, even though the wall facing the gate was a little far away from them, they could clearly see the patterns on it.

On these ancient paintings, there are portraits of people with different expressions, full-length portraits and half-length portraits. There are solitary and group portraits. The two ancient paintings hanging high in the middle are respectively depicting a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a black and gray Taoist robe, with sword eyebrows and star eyes. His sword fingers hung down in front of his body, and he held a dark black rapier behind him.

The woman is dressed in a peach white dress, with gentle eyebrows and hidden determination, holding a snow-white mirror, her whole body is peaceful, but there is a hint of blood behind her, it is not an appearance that makes people forget it at first sight, but it is very attractive.

It is clear that there are only a few freehand sketches of the figure, but it makes people feel that the person who drew it is ready to appear, as if he is about to appear in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye.

There are two ancient paintings of a man and a woman, and the other portraits are arranged on both sides like stars holding the moon, and they seem to be headed by them.

Looking carefully at these lifelike portraits, Yun Mixue showed doubts, but Yan Zhuguang's face changed drastically.

Her eyes fell on the left side of the portrait of the man in Xin, a slightly shorter and hunger portrait.

The portrait outlines a hazy image of a woman in white clothes. Even though the whole body is covered with clouds and fog, and the wind and frost are pervasive, one can still see that her eyes are like frost and snow, and her eyebrows are like distant daisy.The woman in white has a cold expression that is not like ordinary people. She is wearing white orchids, wearing white training, and the skirt is ethereal, as if she is about to become a fairy in the next moment.

This is the big sister!

Such an idea came to Yan Zhuguang's mind, even if it was absurd, but Yan Zhuguang could be sure that the woman in white in the painting

Son, it is the elder sister!

And the painting on the portrait, Ruo Yan Zhuguang guessed correctly, is the appearance of the big sister Shuo Bing Feixue, who is about to disappear in the form of frost and snow when she has a seizure!

The ancient paintings gradually overlapped with the pictures imagined countless times in her mind, Yan Zhuguang felt as if her whole heart had been pinched hard, the pain made her almost out of breath.She couldn't help covering her heart, and her face turned pale.

"Chasing light?!"

Yan Zhuguang's sudden change startled Yun Mixue.

When she was wondering about the portrait in this hall, she didn't completely leave Yan Zhuguang's body. Now that the people around her suddenly showed signs of pain, Yun Mixue couldn't help but panic. She thought she had been attacked by unknown people. .

Stretching the person over and just protecting him, Yun Mixue endured the distress to check Yan Zhuguang's body: "How is it? My heart hurts?"

Yan Zhuguang slowed down, and shook his head in Yun Mixue's arms, "I'm fine, big sister."

She has a strong heart, but seeing such a real portrait suddenly awakened the picture she was most afraid of seeing, and was shocked for a while, which made her suddenly suffer from angina.

It's just that this feeling came and went quickly, she knew that these things hadn't happened yet, and the elder sister was well by her side, so she quickly calmed down again, allowing herself to regain her usual calmness.

Yan Zhuguang leaned against Yun Mixue's arms, then stood up straight again, and used "practical actions" to let Yun Mixue see that she was healed: "Master, don't worry, I just thought of something wrong just now. A good thing, a little out of control."

Yun Mixue knew that Zhuguang, who seemed to love to laugh and was strong, had been hiding something in her heart, and it was something related to her.The thing hidden by her urges her all the time, making her always anxious, chasing, and looking for something.

In the past, Yun Mixue always thought that this was Zhuguang's private matter, and if Zhuguang didn't want to say it, she shouldn't ask about it.

It can be seen that with such an expression on her face, just one painting can have such an influence on her, Yun Mixue felt that maybe she shouldn't be so laissez-faire.

She also understood those paintings.

She didn't recognize the portrait of a man and a woman in the middle, but she knew that the man was a man. Although the aura around him changed a little, she recognized the sword intent and the rapier in his hand. It was the suzerain of Fenghua Xianzong. Her elder brother Gu Chen.

And the portrait on the left of Gu Chen, the woman in white who seems to disappear in the next moment, is herself.

On the right side of the peach-white woman, there is a figure in a blood-clothed figure with red stripes covering his face. His appearance is unclear, and his figure is indistinct, but his aura is evil and fierce. He is facing the direction of the woman sideways, but There is a touch of tenderness faintly, and for some reason, it seems to have some connection with the peachy woman.

In addition to these, Yun Mixue also saw other familiar and unfamiliar figures from the portraits arranged on both sides, Yun Changyue, Chu Ningyan, You Fangzhao, Qiao Shenglin...

Why is this mirror space so weird?

Not only the buildings she was familiar with, but also the people she was familiar with, including herself, were turned into portraits and hung in this palace.

Where exactly is this place?

Most importantly, why is there no chasing light in the portrait of the palace?

At this time, the two had already stepped into the palace and looked at all the portraits in the palace.Yun Mixue knew quite a few of these people, most of them were members of the Fenghua Immortal Sect, and there were also some of the proud sons of heaven who were now famous in the cultivation world.

But these people didn't have the red figure that she was familiar with.

This made Yun Mixue unavoidably a little uneasy.

She can be sure that Zhui Guang's face changed drastically after seeing her portrait.Obviously, Zhuguang was as confused as she was when she looked at other places in this space before, but when she saw the portrait, Zhuguang seemed to know something.

For the first time, Yun Mixue wanted to ask questions.

She looked straight at the person beside her: "Zhuguang, what do you know?"

Yan Zhuguang looked up at Yun Mixue for a moment, then suddenly put his arms around Yun Mixue's waist,

I buried my head in Yun Mixue's arms, and didn't look at her again, "Elder Sister must have already guessed that the illusion we experienced earlier is part of my memory."

"Ah."

Yun Mixue gently stroked her shiny black hair, expressing her support.

Yan Zhuguang settled down, and then said: "The Yan family was originally a super big family, but due to the lack of talent of the family's children, the family's influence has gradually diminished, and it seems that everyone will disappear."

"There is a treasure in the Yan family, which was owned by the ancestors of the Yan family. Unfortunately, the ancestors ascended to become fairy queens, and no one can recognize the treasure left by the ancestors. After the decline of the Yan family, the elders of the clan remembered the treasure that had been dusty for many years. The treasure, so I want to use the power of the treasure to bring Yanjia back to its peak."

"It's a pity that the treasure has a spirit, and it seems that it doesn't like the banquet. No matter how hard it is, it still refuses to recognize the owner. Until one day, a baby from a distant branch was born, and the treasure finally responded."

"The clan elders figured out where the baby was born, took it away from its biological parents, brought it back to the clan, named it Yixi, and raised it carefully."

"Until the child measured four lines of miscellaneous spirit roots of different lengths."

Even though the illusion has been experienced, Yun Mixue felt more and more tense when she actually listened to Yan Zhuguang talk about her past.

The Zhuguang at that time was not the Zhuguang who experienced ups and downs later, with a firm mind. He was really a child who was only eight or nine years old.

How hopeless should I be when I was abandoned by the stars once I was abandoned like a shoe?

She was able to find a way for herself in such a predicament, and quickly reversed the situation, allowing herself to grow rapidly, which is really great.

No wonder Zhuguang is so indifferent to Yanjia, even calling herself Zhuguang to fight against the name Yanjia gave her.

"It's a pity that when the spiritual root was fused, Thunder Tribulation struck and killed the Yan Yudie who had attacked me with the spirit devouring insect and had no time to escape. Thinking about it, it was really cheap for her."

Yan Zhuguang briefly talked about her subsequent entanglements with Yan's family, so she didn't say much, just said: "I spent my whole life in that world, and after my soul left my body, I came here by coincidence."

"I regained my body and learned some things about this world."

Yan Zhuguang tightened his arms around Yun Mixue, and then seemed to have made up his mind: "Actually, I already knew about the existence of Senior Sister before I met her."

"Going to Yimiaozong to become a handyman disciple, I deliberately came to get close to the elder sister."

Having said this, Yan Zhuguang fell silent, as if waiting for Yun Mixue's response.

However, Yun Mixue held Yan Zhuguang's shoulders, and made her look at her: "Have you lived your whole life in that world? How... how did Zhuguang die?"

Yan Zhuguang blinked: "Huh?"