After hearing this, Indra instantly realized that in addition to Xuantian, Lou Mouke would also be the unique skills of Fire Dragon Palm.
"I guess, Meiji should not be able to get rid of the relationship between A Ke!" He sighed.
All things that happened back then were disasters.
No one escaped that disaster.
Even he is still worried about the things he did back then.
If he had held power at that time, if he had thought more about Xiao Zhen before he was sent to justice, the woman he loved would not have lost her soul.
Xuantian would not angrily smash the stone tablet of the sky, A Ke would not disappear, nor would there be today's massacre...
Everything is cause and effect.
Seeing the regret in Indra's eyes, Lian said, "Mei Ji Yulou Muke has already been connected. The thousand carts of flint were also purchased by Mei Ji in the name of the Demon Realm, and then secretly transported to the Dragon Palace."
"So many flints? Could it be that they are planning to blow up the Dragon Hidden Cave?" asked Indra.
"It's a bit difficult to blow up the Dragon Hidden Cave with a thousand carts of flint." Lian said lightly.
Ten thousand years ago, the Dragon Hidden Cave was the place where the dragon feathers of the dragon clan were transformed.
As the dragon clan declined, there were fewer and fewer pure real dragons, and they could not reach the stage of becoming a Buddha after being transformed into a place. Over time, the Dragon Hidden Cave became a forbidden area.
Although the Dragon Hidden Cave retreated, the aura of the real dragon's feathering existed.
This aura gradually becomes an aura, protecting the Dragon Hidden Cave, and over time it becomes mysterious fire, burning indestructible, and poisonous fire fills the sky.
"A Ke should know that Longyin Cave is powerful and should not do stupid things like hitting stones with eggs. In your opinion, what exactly does she want to do?" Indra asked.
Lian frowned, paused, and said, "The seventh day of the seventh month."
Indra was stunned and did not react for a moment.
Then, he pinched his fingers and opened his eyes to check. After seeing a line of golden small characters, his eyelids suddenly jumped, "Seventh day of the seventh month? That's not..."
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The blue sky is breeze blowing, and the garden is full of colorful flowers.
When Lian came out of Lingxiao Palace and flew all the way to Wenhua Palace, it was still too late.
From afar, he saw the little disciple sitting on the steps with his little head.
"Qingyin." Lian shouted lightly. As soon as her feet landed, she saw the little man on the steps running over and crashing into his arms, "Master..."
A soft sound also hit Lian's heart.
"I'm late for my teacher, I've been waiting for a long time!" Li raised her hand and pushed away the messy hair on her forehead.
Seeing that there were dense beads of sweat on her forehead, he gently wiped it clean with his sleeves.
Lian's movements were very light, as if a feather was passing by, making Qingyin feel itchy and savory, "Master came neither early nor late, it was just right."
How could Lian not know the little disciple’s thoughts?
It was already sunset, and the Master's class had already been finished. How could she wait for a while?
"Why are you here alone? Where is Xiaobao?" Lian frowned slightly.
Qingyin opened her bag, and a white Xi mouse was sleeping heavily inside.
Seeing this, Lian shook her head and sighed, "This little baby is not reliable in doing things. Are you still used to it on the first day of class?"
"Everyone is very friendly to me, and the Master is very patient. I like this place very much!" Qingyin replied with a smile.
Seeing her say this, Lian felt relieved. She held the little disciple's hand and pulled the golden lotus back to the thirty-third heaven.
In the following days, Qingyin went to Wenhua Palace to report on time every day...