Chapter 43 Young Master, is that you?

The war boat was traveling very fast, and after just half a day, a group of magnificent mountain peaks appeared in front of it.

White clouds interspersed among them, and mist shrouded the wasteland. There was a stone tablet standing with three characters: Zixiao Palace.

As a sect with considerable status and prestige among the surrounding spheres of influence, Zixiao Palace has a very long history.

There are a total of 20,000 disciples in the sect, and there are more than 20 elders in the heaven and human realm, which can be said to be a strong foundation.

When Chen Luoli, Lan Xuejing and others arrived, a large number of people from Bahuang had already gathered at the huge main peak square in front of them.

There may be a divine horse halting in mid-air, or a strange beast occupying the earth.

They gathered together and congratulated each other. At a glance, there were hundreds of forces.

Lan Xuejing was secretly frightened when she saw this scene.

Dayuan Prefecture is indeed a place with outstanding people and a vast area like smoke. It is completely incomparable to the small place of Dayan Dynasty.

Everyone here is dressed and dressed, and they look like they are highly religious.

Gu Changan whispered to Lan Xuejing and Chen Luoli: "This is a big scene today. We don't see it often. You should be careful with your words and actions."

Both of them nodded.

Gu Changan immediately fluttered his sleeves and landed in front of the square.

A disciple from Zixiao Palace saw Gu Changan's Shushan costume and hurriedly came over to greet him: "We have a visitor from Shushan. It really makes Zixiao Palace shine."

"I wonder if your Excellency is..."

Gu Changan took out a gift box from his sleeve, which he had already prepared before.

"I am Gu Chang'an, the great disciple of Shushan. I am passing by Zixiao Palace. I am tired of traveling and traveling. I'm sorry to bother you."

After he finished speaking, the Zixiao Palace disciple couldn't help but feel shocked, his eyes showed a strong light, and he handed over his hand in flattery.

"It turns out to be the little saint, I will inform the palace master right away!"

Gu Changan's arrival was unexpected.

There is a very long distance between Zixiao Palace and Shushan Mountain.

In the eyes of Zixiao Palace, Shushan is an existence that needs to be looked up to and is highly respected.

And Gu Changan, the new generation disciple of Shushan, is even more famous as a genius.

He is known as the youngest King of Martial Arts in Dayuanzhou, and he has left many famous names during his time training down the mountain.

The outside world respects him as a little saint. He has such a high honor, which is inseparable from his own strength and achievements.

Among them, Gu Changan's own ability to subjugate demons and slay demons has exceeded the realm of King Wu.

As the Zixiao Palace disciple's words came out, the square fell silent for a moment.

Pairs of eyes glanced at them all, all with surprise and enthusiasm.

"Is he the little saint?"

"Gu Changan's name is so taboo that no one in our Yuanzhou would dare to impersonate it, right?"

"As expected, he is young. It is rumored that he is no more than thirty years old!"

Everyone came and bowed respectfully.

The revelation of such a scene made Lan Xuejing a little stunned.

She looked at the plain-looking Gu Changan strangely, as if she didn't expect that Gu Changan, who looked very low-key, had such a prominent reputation.

Almost all the forces in this square know the name of the little saint Gu Changan.

After some polite greetings, Gu Changan was invited to the center of the crowd.

Not long after, a figure walked out of the highest palace in the square, it was the Lord of Zixiao Palace.

The commotion in the field subsided, and everyone raised their eyes to look over.

"I am very grateful to you for visiting Zixiao today. The banquet will start later. Before that, I know that most of the people here are here just for a painting."

He smiled faintly, and his words spread across the square. His true energy was so profound that it transcended the realm of heaven and man. He was also the King of Martial Arts.

But compared to Patriarch Zixiao, he was only in the early stage.

"Please also ask the palace master to quickly bring up the ancient paintings so that we can see the beauty of the painting fairy who has fascinated all living beings."

Someone in the audience immediately laughed and said that there is a thousand-year-old painting in Zixiao Palace. This is something everyone knows.

In previous years, many people from Yuanzhou came to visit Zixiao Palace to take a look at the grace of the young lady in the painting.

It is said that the painting has some strange effects.

It can understand their mind and drive away evil spirits.

Although everyone knows that the person living in the painting is not a fairy, but a monster.

Ancestor Zixiao was so obsessed with it that he once made bold statements.

If anyone can reveal his true form and wake up from the painting, he will be rewarded with valuable treasures.

But what is quite strange is that after so many years, the ancient paintings have not changed at all.

"as you wish."

Palace Master Zixiao waved back and rolled out an easel at the entrance of the hall.

The eyes of everyone in the audience immediately turned to him.

If you have this opportunity today, taking advantage of the birthday banquet, to see the legendary thousand-year-old paintings, no one will let it go.

Lan Xuejing quickly stood on tiptoes and looked over.

Just one glance, and his eyes couldn't help but condense slightly.

The woman in the painting is facing sideways, wearing a snow-white robe, and has a petite figure.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her face was delicate and fair, her nose was light and straight, and she had a pair of furry ears.

His black hair is shoulder-length and lifelike.

That gesture made Lan Xuejing feel a strong desire to protect her.

"The ghost fox clan..."

She murmured to herself, thinking of a race of monsters with a gentle personality that had been recorded in the monster illustration book.

This clan does not like blood, does not like to kill, does not fight for territory, does not seize power, and does not harm mankind.

Because their temperament is too gentle, they cannot survive in the outside world and became extinct a long time ago.

Lan Xuejing did not expect that the demons in the thousand-year-old paintings were actually the ghost demon fox tribe that had completely disappeared.

"This little lady...she is indeed a good-looking woman." Someone in the square stared in wonder.

"It's a pity that after so many years, no one can wake her up."

"If you can walk out of the painting, you will be able to overwhelm all sentient beings!"

"I'm just curious. It is said that the ghost fox clan has become extinct. How did the ancestor Zixiao get this painting?"

Everyone was watching, and in addition to being amazed, a lot of doubts arose.

In Lan Xuejing's dantian, the black vortex rotated slightly, and Chen Yu's thoughts arose, revealing extremely complex emotions.

Lan Xuejing sensed something and looked moved.

"She is your maid?"

Chen Yu remained silent, then retorted: "No, she is my disciple."

Following the words, wisps of fluctuations flowed through the Dantian, revealing a trace of Chen Yu's aura.

The sleeping figure on the thousand-year-old painting immediately underwent some kind of change.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if trying to open them.

Her thin lips were slightly opened, and suddenly an erratic word fell softly into Lan Xuejing's ears.

"Master, are you you?"

Lan Xuejing froze, her eyes widened in disbelief.

In a trance, the thousand-year-old painting seemed to come alive, the picture flowed, and a snow mountain appeared!
Chapter completed!