Chapter 117 Chapter 117 "Revisiting the old place."

Zhu Yan's thoughts coincided with Jiu Zhao's.

However, it is not convenient for Lan Qi to come to Lihentian often, and she cannot go to Fuyao Palace often.

After all, that is the Father God's place, and anything you do there will easily be discovered.

She picked and chose the ideas proposed by Zhu Yan and turned them into a fairy message to Lan Qi.

Lan Qi replied: "Is Lingquan Palace still empty?"

Of course it is empty.

Lingquan Palace was Lan Qi's former residence.

After he fell into demonism, the God Emperor ordered him to be searched and then abandoned there.

There are many temples in Erqingtian, but there are not many gods living here. Apart from the five supreme gods, the rest are gods' offices with their own duties.

Over time, Lingquan Palace, which was once a bustling place second only to Lihentian, is now deserted.

It is indeed a good place that is quiet, conducive to treatment, and will not attract attention.

But Jiu Zhao always felt that there was something indescribable strange.

After meeting Lan Qi, this question turned into suspicion: "Why did you choose to be here?"

The token in Jiu Zhao's hand can open the barrier at any place in Sanqingtian.

Lan Qi stood nearby, his hands behind his back, waiting for the sealed divine barrier to open a crack. He then stepped in first. "Revisiting old places—isn't that something immortals and demons generally enjoy doing? Since I have the opportunity, I'd like to come and see it too. Does Her Highness think it's strange?"

There are many tall trees planted in Lingquan Palace.

Now no one takes care of it, and the breeze blows, blowing up the yellow leaves all over the ground.

Even if a house that has been uninhabited for a long time looks bright on the outside, it has a stale and decayed smell on the inside.

Jiu Zhao frowned and followed behind him——

People love to revisit old places, mostly after returning home with wealth and success.

He was the loser in the war between immortals and demons, and everything in Lingquan Palace had changed beyond recognition. Wouldn't his mood become even more desolate?

Passing through the front hall of the courtyard, the two came to the reason why Lingquan Palace was named "Lingquan Palace".

It was a high platform built between the two halls, rising from the ground, surrounded by clear springs on all sides. There were no steps around it, and if one wanted to go up, one had to use immortal power to walk on the clouds. And because the clear springs were filled with the spiritual essence of water and trees, white smoke and fairy mist had been curling up for years.

People are on it, drinking wine facing the moon.

All is quiet and all the senses are clear.

In Yunshengshi's storybook, the most popular word used to describe the upper world is "fairyland of cave heaven", which is appropriate.

"Did you know that Lingquan Palace was not originally called Lingquan Palace and did not have a spring or this high platform?"

It is human nature to revisit an old place, and Lan Qi seemed to be in a mood to talk suddenly - he did not find a clean place to sit down so that Jiu Zhao could use his magic and absorb the fire spirit, but walked around the still clear spring water.

Jiu Zhao didn't understand the question he asked.

There is a fifteen hundred year age difference between the two. When she was born, Lan Qi was already the widely praised adopted son of the God Emperor.

When it comes to Lingquan Palace, everyone knows it.

If it wasn’t originally called Lingquan Palace, what should it be called?

How would she know?

Seeing Jiu Zhao standing a few feet away with a puzzled expression, Lan Qi continued, "When the Emperor and the Queen brought me back, I had just transformed and was weak. To help stabilize my soul, the Emperor specially brought this spiritual spring from Nanling."

Recalling the past, the lofty and distant word "lonely" disappeared briefly from Lan Qi's voice.

"The wood element immortal essence contained in it was a gift from the Southern Divine King, while the water element immortal essence was personally injected by the Divine Power of the Emperor Throne. It can be said that if it weren't for the Emperor Throne and Her Majesty the Divine Queen, I would have long since become a meal for the other beasts in the forest, and there would be no way I am here today."

Lan Qi lowered his eyes, as if following the narration and re-entering the memories of the past.

He no longer paid attention to Jiu Zhao's changing expression. A cluster of aquamarine magic energy, simulating the radiance of immortal power, condensed at his fingertips. "From an unknown fairy grass in the forest to the acclaimed Lord Lan Qi, my identity, my status, everything I have, all comes from your parents."

Even after falling into the devil's way, Lan Qi still did not thank his father and mother gods for their hard work.

But Jiu Zhao not only did not feel relieved, but the anger in his heart deepened.

She had never seen the Mother Goddess with Lan Qi together, but the Father God's careful cultivation of Lan Qi was reflected in her eyes every day.

Not parent-child relationship, but better than parent-child relationship.

These eight words are enough to summarize the closeness between them.

Even tens of thousands of years ago, there was an anecdote circulating in Sanqingtian that Lan Qi was the illegitimate son of the God Emperor's lover and concubine.

It was not until everyone saw that her relationship with Lan Qi was gradually deteriorating that such absurd rumors slowly died down - love between brother and sister was against human ethics, and it was a custom of the Phoenix Clan since ancient times that was difficult to criticize, but among ordinary gods, it would never be allowed.

Jiu Zhao always said the same thing.

Lan Qi hated what she did and at worst he would just break off the engagement with her.

If you insist on taking refuge in the Burning Sea, you will be letting down both the Father and Mother Goddesses.

"...ungrateful bastard."

The more he listened, the more he felt that Lan Qi was being hypocritical. Jiu Zhao turned his head away and cursed softly.

Unfortunately, when she turned her head, she missed the flash of sarcasm in the young man's eyes, which was completely contrary to his words and actions.

"What did you say?"

Lan Qi tilted his head slightly, smiling as usual.

The hearing of gods is generally good, so how bad can the hearing of the Demon Lord be?

Jiu Zhao felt that he was setting a trap for her again, so he pushed back stiffly: "I didn't say anything. Ye Zun is very busy, and I also have a lot to do in the palace. Let's start the treatment quickly. The past is the past. No matter how much Ye Zun misses it, it can't change it."

Lan Qi said nothing, but raised two fingers and injected demonic energy disguised as immortal power into the spring, attempting to relive the comfort of immersing himself in it, at one with nature. However, the moment the demonic energy came into contact with the water's spiritual essence, it was silently corroded and strongly repelled.

The spiritual spring that nourishes itself turned into a poisonous pool that devours demonic energy.

The wife he loved so much turned into his sworn enemy.

"yes."

Lan Qi stared at his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, as if he was smiling, "It really can't change anything."

But in a moment, he returned to normal, raised his hand and pointed at the high platform where the mist was curling up from afar: "Your Highness, the treatment location is not as good as up there."

…

Although he had changed the place and no longer had to think of excuses to communicate with the demons, Jiu Zhao did not feel relaxed at all.

If Lingquan Palace carries Lan Qi's memories everywhere, then this platform is filled with the memories of both of them.

Jiu Zhao was born with the element of fire, and his body temperature is much higher than that of ordinary people. Although he is heat-resistant, he does not like heat.

The platform was surrounded by cool spring water. At noon, after finishing her classes, she liked to take a nap here.

Whenever I was with Lan Qi, most of the time was spent on the platform.

She would lie on the smooth jade-like bamboo mat and read storybooks, would lean against Lan Qi and watch him paint freely, and would dance a newly learned dance for him under the lotus lanterns scattered all over the ground when the moon was at its zenith... Even countless times they made love together here.

The past scenes appeared before his eyes one after another, and Jiu Zhao's face could not hide his discomfort.

Lan Qi easily saw through her worries, but chose not to speak out: "Your Highness, do you think this place is not clean enough?"

"cough."

Seeing the other person's playful eyes, Jiu Zhao pretended to clear his throat and said, "It smells like rotten dust."

Lan Qi smiled slightly, and the devilish aura with the power of cleansing swept across the small area for the third time.

But even though he made it clean enough, Jiu Zhao still went wrong when casting the spell to absorb the fire spirit.

The previous moment, she was clearly concentrating on testing the Nirvana Phoenix Fire.

The next moment, for some reason, my eyelids felt heavy and I began to dream.

In the dream, she had an identity other than Jiu Zhao for the first time.

——She actually turned into Lan Qi.