The purple light broke through and the water rose. Jing Xingchen stepped on the star sword and instantly came to the front of several people, glanced at the Bailu Holy Son, and said, "Where are the other people in the Holy Sect?"

He thrust towards the golden and red hall next to him, and a trace of teasing appeared on Bai Lu's handsome face: "If you came later, you would probably have nothing left."

The golden light shield had already gradually shrunk without realizing it, and now it had shrunk several feet around the hall. Obviously, if you don't go in, the hall gate will be completely closed, and it will not be opened again until someone officially obtains the water inheritance of Hanshui Yuanjun.

Yan Wuji rose up in the demon cloud. Although it was not much different from before, if you observe carefully, you can still find a faint look of embarrassment on his face.

"Your star-torming magical power..." Yan Wuji hesitated a little.

Looking at him, Jing Xingchen did not answer, but turned to look at Jian Liangbi and others, and said, "Let's go in, the test process of Yuanjun's inheritance is also a good experience for you and others."

"Yes, Uncle Jing." Jian Liangbi took Luo Hongying first and entered the golden red light shield that had shrunk to the front of the hall gate.

He Junyu, Xu Disheng, Li Cangyun and others also bowed to Jing Xingchen and entered the light shield range.

After a moment, the golden and red light shield completely shrank into the hall. With the closing of the hall gate, the huge Datong Water Mansion fell into silence again.

"Why, you disciples of Shangqing Holy Sect, who saw the Holy Son in the sect, were they rude? "Yan Wuji was a little embarrassed just now. At this moment, he glanced at Xu Disheng and others who had finally entered the Water Mansion and spoke deliberately.

"So what? There are many people in my Holy Sect who have obtained the title of the Holy Son. If each of them has to bow down, then don't do anything all day long and don't practice. It's just that they just keep bowing." Before Bai Lu could speak, Jing Xingchen said coldly.

Just now, he was pressed by Jing Xingchen, and now he was even choked back by a word. Yan Wuji snorted lightly, no longer making things boring, but looked at the Datong Water Mansion, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother Jing, if you have something to do here, then junior sister will go first." Bian Hongyu raised a lotus magic weapon and spoke softly.

Jing Xingchen glanced at her deeply and said, "Go, remember to be careful."

"Junior sister knows." Bian Hongyu saluted to the Saint of Bai Lu again, then turned around and drove away with the lotus magic weapon.

Seeing that the direction of his departure was the origin of the tributary of the swamp water, Hong Zhao was surprised and said, "Is this Bian Hongyu from the Mingxin Mountains?"

"Not bad." Jing Xingchen's expression was a bit complicated.

"Even if we are far away in the ancient sect of Wahuang, we have heard of this genius woman," Hong Zhao seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head to look at the Bailu Saint Son, "Bailu, I have never heard of you having any Taoist couple in the past few decades, and there is not even a maid. Don't you feel bored?"

Yan Wuji also looked over. Although the Bai Lu Holy Son became famous fifty years ago and attracted countless women's admiration, he had never had any Taoist couple, and he had never even been close to women. It was also a strange thing in the Shangqing Holy Sect.

The white deer did not speak, but looked at the rushing water in the swamp water, with patches of water sprouting and erupting, and it seemed to be endless.

...

"What are you doing? I'm busy! So annoying!" The boy impatiently pushed away the girl's hand and continued to carve the wood carving in his hand.

Several carefully cut pieces of fruit were knocked to the ground, and the sound of the wooden plate falling to the ground did not attract any attention from the boy.

He squatted down, picked up the dusty fruits one by one with his fair and slender hands, put them back into the wooden plate, and walked out gently.

...

"I've been carving for a long time, are you tired? Do you want to take a break? Everyone around the county town likes your wood carvings very much. At noon, someone sent a deposit of ten taels of gold!" The girl held her chin with her two small hands, and her face was full of pride, as if she was proud of the boy.

"Can you stop talking when I'm carving? Take these gold if you want. You know I've never lacked money." The young man blew the wood chips lightly, glanced at the exquisite wood carving in his hand, and spoke casually.

...

"Hey, my father came to me today and said I was sixteen years old and was at the age of getting married." The delicate little face was a little flushed, and it looked even more pretty.

"Ah?" The boy raised his head in a daze.

"Hmph, I won't tell you anymore!"

...

"I like this poem very much. Can you read it to you?"

"Then read it quickly!" The young man was still a little impatient, and his attention was all on the carving knife in his hand.

"The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water." The girl picked up an extremely simple wood carving at the bottom of the boy's desk, and smiled on her little face, "Follow it downstream, the road is blocked and long.Follow it downstream..."

"Hmm? Why don't you read it?" The boy put down the wood sculpture in his hand for the first time, raised his head gently, and looked at the girl with extremely beautiful starry eyes.

His face turned red, he raised the wood carving in his hand and said, "Do you still remember when this wood carving was carved?"

"I was the first time I carved a few years ago. It seems that it is based on you?" The boy was a little uncertain.

"Yes." The girl's face turned red, "The last sentence of that poem is, going back and forth, it seems to be in the middle of the water."

The boy lowered his head again and picked up the carving knife: "I understand."

"Then will we make an agreement?"

"Um?"

"I'll call you Bai Lu in private, okay, can you call me Jianjia?"

"……childish."

...

"Do you want to marry me?" The girl mustered up the courage, took the wood carving in the boy's hand, and asked with a red face.

"When did I say I want to marry you?"

The eyes dimmed for a moment, and the girl glanced at the boy again: "I understand."

...

"I'm going to get married."

"knew."

...

His mind was empty, and something seemed to be missing in the room. The boy pushed away the pile of wood carvings in front of him in anger and stared blankly at the desk in front of him.

In the past, some dust had fallen on the wooden plate that was always full of fruits.

The ink marks on the inkstone where I practice calligraphy in my spare time have already dried up.

"Are you tired? I'll help

You rub your fingers.”

"In recent days, many people came to my house to propose marriage, and they were so annoyed."

There were faint laughter from the girl's ears.

In a trance, the girl who grinds her ink with plain hands and smiles with a cute smile no longer sees her again.

Before I knew it, I actually...

"Jian Jia?"

The boy murmured to himself, but he still picked up the wood carvings on the ground and tried hard to immerse himself in it.

...

"Ah!" I irritatedly swept everything on the table, allowing the wood carvings and gold and silver to collide with each other on the ground, making a dull sound.

"Jianjia, where are you..."

...

"Jianjia..."

He leaned helplessly against the edge of the collapse, letting tears flow silently, and letting the deepest emotions in his heart swell. The young man murmured: "Floating clouds towards the dew, covering the deer and looking for bananas. Then I will listen to you, and I will call it Bai Lu in the future."

...

More than a hundred years have passed, and it seems like a different life. The Saint of White Deer withdrew his gaze at the water surface and whispered: "Master has issued an order in the previous period, and he will marry Hongzhen Yuanjun's direct granddaughter five years later."

Hong Zhao was a little strange. He always felt that the white deer had some change in this short period of time. He looked at Jing Xingchen and saw some doubts in the other person's eyes.

Yan Wuji was not as careful as the two of them, and just smiled and said, "That's a good thing. I heard that Hongzhen Yuanjun is extremely rich. When you get married, I will bring more people to take advantage of him."

Bai Lu patted his shoulder, smiled with a rare tooth and said, "Sure."

Without looking at Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen, they rushed up from the front of the few people and entered the white carriage. Countless silver lights were sprinkled, and four snow-white spirit beasts roared loudly. The luxurious carriage passed by a dazzling silver light and gradually disappeared into the clouds and mist in the sky.

"Why did this guy suddenly become so strange?" Yan Wuji looked at Yin Guang who was leaving and asked in confusion. The silence of Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen was responding to him.

In the Taiqing illusion, Bai Lu and Hong Zhao Yan Wuji had experienced life and death together. Although they belonged to the Shangqing Holy Sect and the Wahuang Ancient Sect respectively, their races were different, but they all had an unknown tacit understanding.

After a moment of silence, Hong Zhao shook his head and said, "Just a sad person."

...

(Author's postscript: Before I knew it, two months have passed, and 350,000 words have barely just depicted an opening. Since ancient times, the moon has been in a state of waxing and waning. Although this book is not as cold as the moon, it has never escaped the law between all things. These days, the grades have been very poor, and there are only a few readers who accompany me. The author is not afraid of not making money, not afraid of being scolded, but just afraid of being silent, and afraid of returning to silence. He once promised readers that he would not stop updating in a day, regardless of wind and rain. He also did it.
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