Chapter 285 Standing at the End of Romance, Laughing at the Incompetence of Death
Tiansheng Palace.
Behind the Immortal Gate.
"Elder, has Chen Zhixing agreed to join our Tiansheng Palace?"
Mo Qingyue came over jogging with some excitement, looking expectant.
She was already impatient to see Chen Zhixing join Tiansheng Palace and the two of them practice Taoism together.
The silver-haired old woman did not reply when she heard this, but snorted coldly and walked forward with her sleeves flicked.
"Elder? What happened?" Mo Qingyue couldn't help but frown, his heart skipping a beat.
"What is it?"
The silver-haired old woman paused, sneered, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "That Chen Changsheng despised our three immortal sects because they were too small, and was unwilling to join our immortal sect."
“This is impossible!”
Mo Qingyue couldn't help but frown even more, and asked in confusion: "I once talked to Chen Zhixing about the Immortal Dao Sect, and I could see that he was quite looking forward to it. How could he dislike that our Immortal Dao Sect temple is too small?"
Without waiting for Mo Qingyue to finish.
The silver-haired old woman waved her hand and said indifferently: "Let him be. I have already offered all the conditions that our Tiansheng Palace can offer. If he still doesn't want to join, what can I do?"
Pause.
The silver-haired old woman snorted and said, "Without him, Chen Zhixing, our three immortal sects will still be immortal sects, and nothing will change!"
"Without our three immortal sects, I want to see how far Chen Zhixing can go!"
The words fell.
The silver-haired old woman didn't stay any longer and quickly left this empty space.
“Elder.”
Mo Qingyue opened his mouth, but in the end he had to stop talking and sighed softly.
The other side.
Inside the golden carriage pulled by nine real dragons and flying a black sun flag.
"Ancestor, did our Sikong family die in vain?"
Sikong Xuanji looked at Sikong Zaichao, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage with his eyes closed, and spoke with some dissatisfaction.
"fool!"
Sikong Zaizhao slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Sikong Xuanji, and said expressionlessly: "Let me ask you, if I am late by an hour, what will be the consequences for you?"
Sikong Xuanji thought for a moment and said solemnly: "He should be defeated by that owl tiger. Chen Daoyan, relying on the power of Hunyuan, is indeed not..."
"Defeated?"
A loud sneer interrupted Sikong Xuanji's words.
Sikong Zaichao said in a hoarse voice: "If I were one hour late, you would have died seven or eight times!"
After a pause, Sikong Zai Chao changed the subject and asked, "So, why do you think we could have continued the fight? Do you think if we had continued the fight, I would have had time to protect you when I fought with Chen Tianyuan?"
Sikong Xuanji frowned and said, "Old Ancestor, aren't you known as the number one person in the pinnacle realm?"
".You can brag, but don't bring me along."
Sikong Zaizhao glanced at Sikong Xuanji, then took a deep breath, his expression became serious and he said:
"Chen Tianyuan was the legitimate son of Chen Xuanfeng back then. Although he was overshadowed by Chen Xuanfeng's brilliance, his performance was not outstanding."
"But this person is definitely not as simple as we thought. I'm afraid he has inherited most of Chen Xuanfeng's magical powers and secret techniques."
"and"
"This time I observed his aura, and he already had the light of a flying fairy. I'm afraid that even though he hasn't taken that half step, he's not very far away."
As soon as these words fell.
Sikong Xuanji was suddenly shocked, and then he finally reacted.
It turned out that the scenes just now were not because of the ancestor's big vision, but because he was indecisive and had no choice but to give in! "Ancestor, then so many people in our Sikong family were killed this time, so let it go? I'm afraid this will be detrimental to our control and rule over Huaizhou." Sikong Xuanji narrowed his eyes, still feeling a little unwilling.
"never mind?"
Sikong Zaizhao sneered, then shook his head and said, "Of course we have to settle this account, but not now."
"Xuan Ji, you must know one thing."
"A gentleman hides his abilities and waits for the right time to act!"
When Sikong Xuanji heard this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Sikong Zaichao said calmly: "Those who plan big things keep it in their hearts and act on it; if they don't act, they'll be done; but if they act, they'll be like a dragon emerging from the abyss, stirring up the sky and the sun, without a trace of dusk or dawn."
Huaizhou, located in the mountains and forests.
It was clearly noon, but the sky was gloomy.
The wind howled violently, causing the branches in the forest to sway in disorder, and the dust on the ground to fly everywhere, stirring up the dead leaves all over the ground.
In the sky, dark clouds were swaying and seemed to be about to fall.
Thunder and lightning flashed through the dark clouds, and occasionally a flash of lightning would pass by, causing a deafening thunder explosion.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy rain poured down, splashing up mud and dust on the earth that had not seen dew for a long time.
An old woman with white hair and in her twilight years leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looking at the heavy rain outside the cave that looked like a pearl curtain with her cloudy and weathered eyes.
"Sister Zhinu, the weather is very cold. I'm afraid your body can't stand it. You should go in and rest."
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A beautiful woman in white with a foxy face but a pitiful temperament walked out from the depths of the cave.
In her hand she held a stone bowl filled with steaming hot ginger soup.
"Here, this is the ginger soup I made for you to relieve your cold."
Bai Huer handed the ginger soup in his hand to Lu Zhinu with a smile.
Lu Zhinu took the ginger soup but did not rush to drink it.
She first glanced at the group of expressionless black-robed men standing outside the cave in the heavy rain, and then looked at the two figures standing in the cave with their hands behind their backs. One of them was wearing linen clothes and had a sword coffin on his back.
The other person was short and was covered in a black robe.
at last.
Lu Zhinu just looked at Baihuer, and in those weathered yet always gentle eyes, there was no blame or resentment.
There was only a slight sense of relief and an inexplicable regret.
She thought about it, then said softly:
"Fox, regardless of whether you approached Changsheng with a purpose from the beginning, and regardless of whether you have feelings for Changsheng, considering that you and Changsheng are husband and wife, can you tell me?"
"Is he still alive?"
The white fox nodded without hesitation: "Alive."
As these words fell.
The last big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
A gentle smile appeared on Lu Zhinu's wrinkled old face.
Alive.
As long as Changsheng is still alive, everything is enough.
"Fox, if you have a chance to meet Changsheng, please tell him for me."
"He has never owed me anything in his life."
"I have been with him through thick and thin for a hundred years. I have been sad and angry, but I have never regretted it."
"You have to walk the future path well even without me."
After Lu Zhinu finished his last sentence, he looked at the endless mountains, his lips trembling slightly, as if he said something.
Then, without any hesitation, she picked up the ginger soup in one hand, tilted her head back and drank it down.
Click!
The stone bowl fell to the ground and rolled outward.
The white fox stood silently at the entrance of the cave, looking at Lu Zhinu whose eyes gradually closed and whose life force gradually faded away.
The rain poured down in sheets, like jade beads falling into a plate, splashing with sounds.
In the hands of the deceased Lu Zhinu, even now she is dead, she is still tightly holding the long gown that she had mended countless times for Li Changsheng.
There will be more later.
(End of this chapter)