"I don't believe there are two people so similar in the world. Are you really not him?" The woman in palace clothes looked a little disappointed, but she still asked in a gentle voice.
"This junior is from Hongfu County, and now he is an outer disciple of the Yang family in Hechuan. I think the senior may have mistakenly recognized this junior as an acquaintance." Dongfangzi said with a straight face.
When the woman in palace clothes saw that Dongfang Zimo was not lying, her originally gentle face turned cold.
"Still, you said it's impossible for that person to be a descendant! He lived a happy life, so he shouldn't be." The woman in palace clothes bit her red lips and looked at Dongfang Zimo nervously.
"The juniors live alone in Hongfu County. Are they really the descendants of the person the seniors said?" Dongfang Zimo was always looking for his life experience. When he heard that the woman in palace clothes in front of him seemed to know about this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Liang said.
"Wow! I haven't seen you for so many years and my descendants have grown so big! I'm so angry!" Upon hearing this, the woman in palace clothes sank and said coquettishly.
"Princess, please calm down. I don't think this man is the descendant of that man. This man is at least in his twenties. That man has only disappeared for more than ten years. Even if there is a descendant, he is still about ten years old. How could he be the same as
This person is of such age." The woman holding the sword glanced at Dongfang Zimo with a solemn look.
"Yes, your words reminded me... But if he had a woman outside before he disappeared, it is not impossible." Thinking of this, the woman in palace clothes shook her jade hands and stamped her feet angrily.
"This is even more impossible. As the princess said, that person has lived a free and unfettered life. How could he do such a thing? Princess, please stop thinking about it. The woman holding the sword shook her head. She didn't believe this person at all.
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"Listening to what you said, it seems to make sense." The woman in palace clothes calmed down and looked at Dongfang Zimo with curious eyes again.
Dongfang Zimo was startled when he saw the startled look of the woman in palace attire. He did not dare to disturb her because the person in front of him was a senior Jin Dan.
The woman in palace clothes pondered for a long time, then suddenly her face turned serious and she looked in a certain direction.
A tall man wearing a brown robe is coming here with a weapon.
"Senior Brother Yang!" Dongfang Zimo shouted in surprise when he saw that the person coming was Yang Chen.
The woman in palace attire raised her dark eyebrows and waved her jade hand, and a cloud of fragrance intuitively enveloped Dongfang Zimo.
"My princess doesn't like to be disturbed. Let's talk in another place." The woman in palace clothes said in a cold voice. The scent flew away with Dongfang Zimo and the woman holding the sword.
"Golden elixir monk!" Yang Chen in the distance stopped in place in shock, looking solemnly at the distant pink mist.
Dongfang Zimo was taken to another place by the woman in palace attire, and kept leaving the river boundary.
On the way, the woman in palace clothes did not ask any more questions.
I don't know what kind of secret technique that mist is. Dongfang Zimo just felt that his whole body was immobilized by a force, unable to move at all.
The woman holding the sword just kept following behind the woman in palace clothes with an expressionless face.
After several days of flying, I passed through a bustling city.
The woman in palace clothes finally fell into a magnificent building.
White jade palaces, elegant attics, and various large and small houses and buildings are even more continuous.
There are many monks standing guard and patrolling inside.
But when they saw the women in palace attire, all of them showed respectful expressions on their faces.
"Princess." A middle-aged man with foundation-building cultivation said with a deep bow.
Behind this middle-aged man were two monks in the Qi training stage, both of whom were stationed here.
The woman in palace clothes ignored the middle-aged man and turned a blind eye and left.
These monks waited until the woman in palace attire had gone away. A qi-training monk scratched his head and said, "Who is behind the princess? It doesn't seem to be local."
"You should stop prying into the princess' affairs and concentrate on your own affairs." The middle-aged man glared at the man after hearing this.
The qi-training monk was frightened, lowered his head and stopped asking questions.
Dongfang Zimo followed the woman in palace attire. Along the way, he met many foundation-building monks who respected the woman with respect and fear, and felt a little heavy in his heart.
This woman in palace attire seems to have a high position of power in this place.
Of course, what Dongfang Zimo was most worried about was what this woman in palace clothes wanted to do by bringing him here.
But he was sure that the other party wouldn't hurt him.
If you wanted to kill Dongfang Zimo, how could you bring him here?
Just as Dongfang Zimo was muttering in his heart, he suddenly noticed that the woman in palace clothes had stopped.
"Liu Qing, take him down to rest first," the woman in palace attire said in a cold voice.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, the woman holding the sword made a gesture of invitation to Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo was stunned, looking a little flattered.
"Thank you, senior." Dongfang Zimo cupped his hands and left with the sword-wielding woman.
The slim figure of the woman in palace clothes stood there upright, a pair of clear and beautiful eyes flashed with light, and her red lips were slightly raised in a half-smile.
The sword-wielding woman led Dongfang Zimo around, and finally came to a quiet and elegant house.
"Young Master, please feel sorry for yourself and live here." The woman holding the sword opened a door and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, but can you tell me everything about me? Your princess seems to recognize me." Dongfang Zimo hesitated and asked.
"My princess will inform you about this matter. Young Master, please rest first." The woman holding the sword was vague and left without staying for long.
Dongfang Zimo looked helpless and had no choice but to suppress his curiosity.
"Forget it, the princess doesn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for me. I think I will be fine for the time being, but I still have to find a chance to leave here. This place is not a safe place." Dongfang Zimo patted his waist and picked up four small black chess pieces.
Fall around to form a simple formation.
This formation can block some effects of divine consciousness and can also resist some ordinary attacks.
Dongfang Zimo naturally didn't like to be watched here.
But if you are a monk above Foundation Establishment, this formation will not be able to do anything to the opponent.
After Dongfang Zimo laid out the formation, he was thinking about the mana consumed by meditating and adjusting his breath in the past few days.
But he didn't expect that there was a woman outside the door who brought a lot of pills to restore his magic power, as well as some elixirs to promote his cultivation.
The female maid lowered her head shyly and said in a low voice: "This is the wish of my princess. She said it can help the young master recover his magic power as soon as possible."
Although Dongfang Zimo was a little cautious, when he saw so many miraculous medicines, he couldn't help but accept them all with great joy.
Dongfang Zimo swallowed a pill that restored his mana and soon entered a meditative state.
During this time, no one came to disturb him.
Just like this, a day passed. Not only did Dongfang Zimo's magic power remain full, but his cultivation level also improved a lot.