The Eternal Palace of the God Realm
This is where Qinghu lives temporarily now. There are several Xiaoyao Sanxian in the palace. Because Qinghu is not the right way to ascend, he has not yet arranged the level. He doesn't care. He doesn't have time to sigh at the gorgeousness and beauty of the Heavenly Palace, and only goes around to find the people he cares about.
But after visiting all the palaces, halls and caves of the entire divine realm, he still didn't see anyone. He couldn't help but feel anxious.
Could it be that I have gone to the underworld?
In the end, he had no choice but to go to the Tianshu Pavilion, where all the books in the God Realm were placed, and there were also the names of people in the immortal sect with all the records in the God Realm that he was looking for. He didn't even let the immortals sweeping the floor go.
After searching the entire list, I still didn't find the person I was looking for
The head of the Tianshu Pavilion saw him frowning and said kindly: Brother Qinghu, I saw you staying in this pavilion for so long, but I don’t know what you are looking for?
Qinghu frowned and said: Jiulang Xingjun is so safe, but I don’t know, have you ever heard of Xianshu named Hongchan?
Thousands of years have passed now. He had just practiced to become a human being. It took too long to remember the person's appearance. He only remembered that he was a man from the immortal sect named Hongchan.
Jiulang Xingjun's long eyebrows were twisted into a caterpillar and shook his head: Never, Never, I have been in this pavilion for so long, never heard of it, never heard of it...
Qinghu was disappointed, lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, and went through a lot of hardships. He became a heartless person and came to heaven, but he could never find the person he was looking for. What should I do?
Brother Qinghu, don’t worry, as long as it is someone in this divine world, you can always find it. Have you remembered it wrong?
Qinghu shook his head. He would not remember it correctly. Although he couldn't remember the other person's appearance, the man was bathed in white light and had a deep fairy aura on his body. He was completely different from the aura on the monster. He could not be a person outside the divine realm.
After leaving, I will drink with my little old man. I will help you ask other people in the palace
Seeing that he looked lost, the Star Lord Jiulang pulled him away. Qinghu was so soulless that he was pulled away by the drunken fairy, but he did not refuse.
I don't know how long it took to fly in the thick clouds, Jiulang Xingjun pulled him to the ground, smiling with a thief-like smile: Brother Qinghu, don't be so sad, little old man will take you to a wonderful place
As he said that, he pointed to a palace not far away. The palace was far away from the main palace of the God Realm, standing above the sky. The colorful rays of lights were everywhere outside the hall, looking like a dream and a illusion.
Immortal Lord, but I don’t know where it is? Qinghu asked curiously, thinking that I can’t find anyone for now, so I can only have a long way to go.
Vague, whisper!
Jiulang Xingjun covered his mouth and came over to drink. He whispered: This is the palace of the great god of Huancao. There is the most beautiful wine in that hall. I will take you to steal it. Don’t tell others...
Qinghu was helplessly pulled by the drunk Jiulang Xingjun. From a distance, he saw two mighty statues standing on both sides of the hall gate. On the right was a beautiful woman in golden armor, and on the left was a man with a handsome face, not angry but powerful. His eyes were far away and he looked at Zhanran with a golden arrow in his hand. Qinghu stared at the statue, but he became more and more frightened. Why did the man look so familiar? He looked closer and took a look. Isn’t it the stinky Taoist priest Ji Yunzi who was always against him at that time...
A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in Qinghu's heart...
Oh, that's the Great Guardian of Jing Hong, what's so good about it... Jiulang Xingjun pulled him into the hall. The hall was empty, but the hall was so clean that it was visible.
See or see or not, what flows out from the jade bottle in the hand of the great god Zhuangcao is the most wonderful nectar and jade brew in the Heavenly Palace! Usually only the emperor and the superior immortals have to drink it, and the little old man can only come and secretly ate it. Don’t tell me...
Jiulang Xingjun said, holding the wine pot in his hand, opening the bottle cap, and approaching the jade statue in the hall. The statue was exactly the same as the jade statue in the hall, nearly twenty meters high, standing solemnly in the center of the hall, with a compassionate face, graceful and holy eyes, looking down at the crowd below with gentle eyes. Below the statue is a clear jade pond, and jade liquid is constantly flowing out from the jade bottle in the goddess' right hand, forever.
Jiulang Xingjun excitedly used the wine pot to continue the sweet liquid flowing out. He couldn't help but secretly sipped a few sips, licked his lips, enjoying himself, and then looked at the solemn and compassionate statue with guilt. Oh, don't be surprised by the goddess, little old man, I really couldn't help but sip a few sips...
Qinghu only looked up and felt a roar in his head, and his body staggered back
As his legs were weak, he fell down. Jiulang Xingjun quickly grabbed him, "You boy, have you never seen a statue of a goddess in the world? Do you need to be so pious?"
Qinghu looked at the statue, but felt his heart was cut and it was painful. But he saw the jade man standing in the hall with a smile on his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his eyes looked down, as if he was looking at his lover.
But that face was so familiar. They used to be together every night...
Impossible, impossible...
He murmured, unwilling to believe
But in the left hand of the statue of the goddess, there was a crystal clear red jade carving flower. When I saw the red flower, the memory in my mind that was gradually blurred by the flow of time became deeper in an instant
The fairy girl he was thinking about was sitting on the bluestone ball among the clear waters of the green mountains and clear waters, and he was twisting the same red flower in his hand. The green hu was injured. The thin snake body as thick as a finger lay on the stone without moving. The red flower in the man's hand gently brushed by him, and he felt the pain in his body disappear.
The man stayed with him in the valley for several days. Although he didn't say much, every sentence was engraved in his heart
You don't have a name? I'll give you one, called Qinghu...
You and I are also destined to be destined to be. I hope one day I can see you in the Heavenly Palace...
When she left, Qinghu asked her name curiously. The man thought for a long time and said: My name is Hongchan...
Qinghu's face was blue and white, and it was unchanging. He never thought that the person who had been in his heart for thousands of years was actually the ancient god who created the world...
He is a demon, so naturally he never disdains to go to the temple and worship statues of gods.
Ah, I remember, didn't you ask the little old man Hongchan before, and the little old man now remembers, Hongchan, isn't Hongchan the favorite flower of the goddess... Jiulang Xingjun pointed to the red flower that was gently twisted by the jade carving with his left hand, reminding him
Qinghu's face was pale, I got it...
Five thousand years ago, the goddess disappeared and its whereabouts were unknown. Recently, Emperor Wuyuan found out that the god is still in the world... Jiulang Xingjun murmured, and then leaned into his ear and said: I heard from several superior immortals that Jing Hong's great guardian god never left the goddess and admired her. When the goddess disappeared, he never took a step forward in this treasure hall. A few days ago, Jing Hong's great guardian god suddenly came to the world, and the little old man had the opportunity to steal wine. If the little old man expected it was good, the guardian god must have known the whereabouts of the goddess...
Qinghu couldn't even smile on his face. No wonder Ji Yunzi, a Taoist priest, insisted on tangling around her, but it turned out to be like this... Zhuang Min, Zhuang Min is the reincarnation of the goddess...
Zhuang Min is the person he always wanted to meet, but it turned out that Qinghu's face turned white as paper when he was by his side.
He actually hurt her...
Qinghu felt a lot of pain in his heart, and suddenly laughed loudly, and staggered out and Min was her, she was Min, and she hurt her...
Even if he can see him again, what kind of face does he have to meet again
My heart is so sad that I hate you. Qinghu only feels soreness in the tip of his nose and his eyes are blurred
She will never forgive him
This is where Qinghu lives temporarily now. There are several Xiaoyao Sanxian in the palace. Because Qinghu is not the right way to ascend, he has not yet arranged the level. He doesn't care. He doesn't have time to sigh at the gorgeousness and beauty of the Heavenly Palace, and only goes around to find the people he cares about.
But after visiting all the palaces, halls and caves of the entire divine realm, he still didn't see anyone. He couldn't help but feel anxious.
Could it be that I have gone to the underworld?
In the end, he had no choice but to go to the Tianshu Pavilion, where all the books in the God Realm were placed, and there were also the names of people in the immortal sect with all the records in the God Realm that he was looking for. He didn't even let the immortals sweeping the floor go.
After searching the entire list, I still didn't find the person I was looking for
The head of the Tianshu Pavilion saw him frowning and said kindly: Brother Qinghu, I saw you staying in this pavilion for so long, but I don’t know what you are looking for?
Qinghu frowned and said: Jiulang Xingjun is so safe, but I don’t know, have you ever heard of Xianshu named Hongchan?
Thousands of years have passed now. He had just practiced to become a human being. It took too long to remember the person's appearance. He only remembered that he was a man from the immortal sect named Hongchan.
Jiulang Xingjun's long eyebrows were twisted into a caterpillar and shook his head: Never, Never, I have been in this pavilion for so long, never heard of it, never heard of it...
Qinghu was disappointed, lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, and went through a lot of hardships. He became a heartless person and came to heaven, but he could never find the person he was looking for. What should I do?
Brother Qinghu, don’t worry, as long as it is someone in this divine world, you can always find it. Have you remembered it wrong?
Qinghu shook his head. He would not remember it correctly. Although he couldn't remember the other person's appearance, the man was bathed in white light and had a deep fairy aura on his body. He was completely different from the aura on the monster. He could not be a person outside the divine realm.
After leaving, I will drink with my little old man. I will help you ask other people in the palace
Seeing that he looked lost, the Star Lord Jiulang pulled him away. Qinghu was so soulless that he was pulled away by the drunken fairy, but he did not refuse.
I don't know how long it took to fly in the thick clouds, Jiulang Xingjun pulled him to the ground, smiling with a thief-like smile: Brother Qinghu, don't be so sad, little old man will take you to a wonderful place
As he said that, he pointed to a palace not far away. The palace was far away from the main palace of the God Realm, standing above the sky. The colorful rays of lights were everywhere outside the hall, looking like a dream and a illusion.
Immortal Lord, but I don’t know where it is? Qinghu asked curiously, thinking that I can’t find anyone for now, so I can only have a long way to go.
Vague, whisper!
Jiulang Xingjun covered his mouth and came over to drink. He whispered: This is the palace of the great god of Huancao. There is the most beautiful wine in that hall. I will take you to steal it. Don’t tell others...
Qinghu was helplessly pulled by the drunk Jiulang Xingjun. From a distance, he saw two mighty statues standing on both sides of the hall gate. On the right was a beautiful woman in golden armor, and on the left was a man with a handsome face, not angry but powerful. His eyes were far away and he looked at Zhanran with a golden arrow in his hand. Qinghu stared at the statue, but he became more and more frightened. Why did the man look so familiar? He looked closer and took a look. Isn’t it the stinky Taoist priest Ji Yunzi who was always against him at that time...
A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in Qinghu's heart...
Oh, that's the Great Guardian of Jing Hong, what's so good about it... Jiulang Xingjun pulled him into the hall. The hall was empty, but the hall was so clean that it was visible.
See or see or not, what flows out from the jade bottle in the hand of the great god Zhuangcao is the most wonderful nectar and jade brew in the Heavenly Palace! Usually only the emperor and the superior immortals have to drink it, and the little old man can only come and secretly ate it. Don’t tell me...
Jiulang Xingjun said, holding the wine pot in his hand, opening the bottle cap, and approaching the jade statue in the hall. The statue was exactly the same as the jade statue in the hall, nearly twenty meters high, standing solemnly in the center of the hall, with a compassionate face, graceful and holy eyes, looking down at the crowd below with gentle eyes. Below the statue is a clear jade pond, and jade liquid is constantly flowing out from the jade bottle in the goddess' right hand, forever.
Jiulang Xingjun excitedly used the wine pot to continue the sweet liquid flowing out. He couldn't help but secretly sipped a few sips, licked his lips, enjoying himself, and then looked at the solemn and compassionate statue with guilt. Oh, don't be surprised by the goddess, little old man, I really couldn't help but sip a few sips...
Qinghu only looked up and felt a roar in his head, and his body staggered back
As his legs were weak, he fell down. Jiulang Xingjun quickly grabbed him, "You boy, have you never seen a statue of a goddess in the world? Do you need to be so pious?"
Qinghu looked at the statue, but felt his heart was cut and it was painful. But he saw the jade man standing in the hall with a smile on his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his eyes looked down, as if he was looking at his lover.
But that face was so familiar. They used to be together every night...
Impossible, impossible...
He murmured, unwilling to believe
But in the left hand of the statue of the goddess, there was a crystal clear red jade carving flower. When I saw the red flower, the memory in my mind that was gradually blurred by the flow of time became deeper in an instant
The fairy girl he was thinking about was sitting on the bluestone ball among the clear waters of the green mountains and clear waters, and he was twisting the same red flower in his hand. The green hu was injured. The thin snake body as thick as a finger lay on the stone without moving. The red flower in the man's hand gently brushed by him, and he felt the pain in his body disappear.
The man stayed with him in the valley for several days. Although he didn't say much, every sentence was engraved in his heart
You don't have a name? I'll give you one, called Qinghu...
You and I are also destined to be destined to be. I hope one day I can see you in the Heavenly Palace...
When she left, Qinghu asked her name curiously. The man thought for a long time and said: My name is Hongchan...
Qinghu's face was blue and white, and it was unchanging. He never thought that the person who had been in his heart for thousands of years was actually the ancient god who created the world...
He is a demon, so naturally he never disdains to go to the temple and worship statues of gods.
Ah, I remember, didn't you ask the little old man Hongchan before, and the little old man now remembers, Hongchan, isn't Hongchan the favorite flower of the goddess... Jiulang Xingjun pointed to the red flower that was gently twisted by the jade carving with his left hand, reminding him
Qinghu's face was pale, I got it...
Five thousand years ago, the goddess disappeared and its whereabouts were unknown. Recently, Emperor Wuyuan found out that the god is still in the world... Jiulang Xingjun murmured, and then leaned into his ear and said: I heard from several superior immortals that Jing Hong's great guardian god never left the goddess and admired her. When the goddess disappeared, he never took a step forward in this treasure hall. A few days ago, Jing Hong's great guardian god suddenly came to the world, and the little old man had the opportunity to steal wine. If the little old man expected it was good, the guardian god must have known the whereabouts of the goddess...
Qinghu couldn't even smile on his face. No wonder Ji Yunzi, a Taoist priest, insisted on tangling around her, but it turned out to be like this... Zhuang Min, Zhuang Min is the reincarnation of the goddess...
Zhuang Min is the person he always wanted to meet, but it turned out that Qinghu's face turned white as paper when he was by his side.
He actually hurt her...
Qinghu felt a lot of pain in his heart, and suddenly laughed loudly, and staggered out and Min was her, she was Min, and she hurt her...
Even if he can see him again, what kind of face does he have to meet again
My heart is so sad that I hate you. Qinghu only feels soreness in the tip of his nose and his eyes are blurred
She will never forgive him
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