Palace Master Xihua watched for a long time, but did not find anything special about the young people in the seat. The aptitude was average, and the cultivation base was not worth mentioning. The only thing worthy of admiration was this determination.
However, in this world where strength is respected, without strength, everything is illusory.
Just like the bloodbath in the fairyland this time, everyone guessed that it was done by the Hall of Longevity, but no one dared to say it without evidence.
The Holy Land is the messenger who will not listen to their one-sided words. Only with sufficient evidence can the Holy Land intervene in this matter and punish the Hall of Longevity.
The disciples of Xihua Palace were making and pouring tea. There was curiosity on their young and beautiful faces. They looked at the legendary Jiuxiao Mengzun, and at the young man who had been drinking tea quietly. The light in his eyes kept flashing. .
Cup after cup of tea, Ning Chen was not very interested in the conversation between Palace Master Xihua and Meng Xuanji. The only option for the two factions was to form an alliance, and the rest were just polite words.
The little girl who was pouring tea beside her was very busy. She was only 16 or 17 years old and didn't have so much thought. She just obeyed the master's order and greeted the guests of Xihua Palace.
Tea art is an art that is easy to learn and difficult to master. Although the disciples of Xihua Palace are still young, their level is not low.
The tea entrance is sweet and moist, with a long aftertaste, which makes people intoxicated.
Ning Chen unconsciously picked up the cup of tea that Fan Lingyue brewed in the pavilion where the Daxia and Beimeng armies faced off. Thinking about it, he had already drank cup after cup of tea.
Perhaps, in this life, he will never find that taste again.
The moment Ning Chen lost his mind, the aura around his body changed unconsciously, Meng Xuanji and Palace Master Xihua looked at them at the same time, the light flashed, and something was not right.
Feeling the gazes of the two, Ning Chen instantly calmed down, regained his sanity and calmness, and pressed all his emotions to the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that the former's aura was restored to its original state, the suspicion in Meng Xuanji's eyes remained unabated. The feeling just now was not wrong.
The eyes of Palace Master Xihua also flashed a strange color. She was the one who lost her eye. This young man is not simple.
Thinking of this, Palace Master Xihua temporarily suppressed the alliance that she wanted to propose, and the lesson of ascending to the fairyland was vividly remembered, and she did not want to repeat the same mistakes.
She trusts Meng Xuanji, but she doesn't trust the young man in front of her.
"Mengzun, you must be tired after traveling for such a long time. Why don't you take a night's rest and talk about other things tomorrow?" Palace Master Xihua said with a gentle smile.
Meng Xuanji guessed the mind of Palace Master Xihua, got up and said, "Thank you"
"Wangyou, Wangyu, you are responsible for entertaining the two distinguished guests, don't be neglectful" Palace Master Xihua looked at the two disciples next to him and instructed.
"Yes"
The two women with similar appearance walked out, and immediately walked in front of them, whispering, "Please!"
Ning Chen put down the teacup with reluctance on his face, and followed the two Xihua Palace disciples to the outside of the hall.
In the west wing of Xihua Palace, because Ning Chen was a man, he was placed in a small courtyard alone, which was still some distance away from Meng Xuanji's residence.
When night fell, Wangyou brought the flower dew unique to Xihua Palace. Seeing Ning Chen standing in front of the house in a daze, he put the flower dew on the stone table in the courtyard.
"Young Master Ning, please," Wangyou whispered.
"Thank you," Ning Chen said with a polite smile after regaining his senses.
Wangyou quietly stood aside, silently waiting for orders.
Ning Chen picked up the flower dew, took a sip, put it down, glanced at the quiet woman beside him, and asked, "Your name is Wangyou?"
"En." Wangyou nodded lightly and replied.
"Very good name," Ning Chen said.
"In my hometown, there is a kind of forgetfulness grass, which often blooms in the mountains and fields, and its flowers are light yellow. Whenever the wandering child travels far, the mother will pick a forgetting grass and transplant it into the yard, praying for the wanderer's life in the future. Forget your worries"
Thousands of words, but now there is only regret, Ning Chen looked at the distant sky, the brilliance in his eyes flashed, whether the mother in her hometown is still in the hospital, waiting for her child to return every day.
Wangyou listened quietly, and after a long time, she said softly, "Young master said, Wangyou has forgotten it."
Ning Chen regained his senses, smiled softly, and said, "I'm talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen drank the flower dew on the table, handed over the cup and tray, and said, "Thank you for the hospitality, it's already very late, you should go back and rest as well"
Wangyou took it, Yingying gave a salute, did not say anything, and quietly retreated.
The bright moon shone brightly, and the ground was cold, and the figure in the courtyard had been standing quietly, motionless, looking from a distance, so abrupt, even standing in this world, it still seemed out of place.
In Meng Xuanji's room, Palace Master Xihua had been sitting for a long time, and no one could understand the conversation between the two, but, before leaving, Palace Master Xihua reminded him, "That young man named Ning Chen is very strange. Simple, you have to be careful"
"I know"
Meng Xuanji nodded and replied.
After Palace Master Xihua left, Meng Xuanji walked out of the room, looked at the small courtyard where Ning Chen was, and swept over her spiritual sense, her expression suddenly stunned.
In the West Wing, in the empty courtyard, no one was there.
Meng Xuanji's figure flashed, and she came to the courtyard where Ning Chen was, and looked around, her eyes narrowed slightly.
In the darkness of the night, a plain white figure streaked across the night sky, heading north.
This is the first time that Ning Chen has done everything he can after entering the innate realm.
In the northern region, in the fairyland, the entire mountain peak is the scars left after the war. The blood and water stained the mountain peak red, and the pungent bloody smell can be felt far away.
Ning Chen appeared at the foot of the mountain, without any pause, he moved and disappeared.
On the top of the mountain, a red figure stood there quietly, looking at the miserable appearance around him, for a long time, he sighed deeply.
The plain white light flashed, Ning Chen stopped, frowning slightly.
It's him? I didn't expect them to meet so soon.
Luan Fengchen turned his head and saw the young man in front of him, his expression also flashed with surprise.
"It's you"
"This world is really too small," Ning Chen said with emotion.
"Want to fight?"
The red folding fan in Luan Fengchen's hand scattered and turned into a blood-colored slender knife light, and asked softly.
"I'm not in the mood to fight," Ning Chen shook his head and said.
"Ha!" Luan Fengchen chuckled lightly, and when he moved his hand, the blade dissipated and turned into a red folding fan again.
"I've heard your rumors, but with your ability, Mengzun's incomplete clutch and death seal should not be able to control you, why do you still stay on Xuanji Peak?" Luan Fengchen asked curiously.
"There's nowhere to go anyway, it's the same everywhere," Ning Chen said indifferently.
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen looked at the young man in red beside him and asked, "I have also heard your rumors. It is said that you once challenged the Palace Master of Longevity. What was the result?"
"I lost, I lost so badly, I almost died in the Hall of Longevity"
Luan Fengchen didn't shy away, and said with a chuckle, "However, the last move, the King of Disasters withdrew his hand, and I owe a move because of this. Until a few days ago, I repaid this favor on Tai Xuanfeng."
"By the way, why are you here, is there anyone you know here?" Luan Fengchen asked.
Ning Chen shook his head lightly and said, "No, I'm just here to take a look."
"Did you see anything?" Luan Fengchen asked.
"The Hall of Longevity is stronger than I imagined," Ning Chen sighed softly.
Here, there are at least ten different auras of innate powerhouses remaining, and there are only four congenitals in the fairyland, that is to say, at least six congenitals have been dispatched from the Hall of Longevity.
Luan Fengchen looked at the tragic situation below the mountain, silent for a moment, and said, "The Holy Land will deal with this matter."
Ning Chen laughed sarcastically and said, "This is not the first time I have heard this. You all seem to believe in this holy place."
Yun Shisan, Xiao Shishi has said such things. If he didn't know very well that the four-pole realm master and the calamity king had already secretly colluded and conspired with the land of China, he might have believed these nonsense.
Luan Fengchen turned his head to the side, looked at the people around him, frowned unconsciously, and said, "Why do you have such a big opinion about the Holy Land?"
"It's nothing, it's getting late, I'm going back, there will be an appointment later"
When the words fell, Ning Chen took a step forward, turning into a plain white brilliance and quickly leaving.
Luan Fengchen looked at the departing figure, and the light in his eyes kept flashing. He was not mistaken. This person seemed to have a very bad impression of the Holy Land.
The cold wind blew, and above the mountain peaks, the red clothes scattered and disappeared.
He has not gone back for many years. This time, the messenger of the Holy Land came, and he needs to meet him. By the way, how the Holy Land will deal with the matter of ascending to the fairyland.
In the west wing of Xihua Palace, Ning Chen returned, and as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw Meng Xuanji waiting there quietly, her beautiful face was cold.
"May I ask, where did you go last night?" Meng Xuanji said coldly.
"If you can't sleep, just walk around." Ning Chen replied calmly.
The coldness in Meng Xuanji's eyes was even more intense, and just as she was about to speak, she heard soft footsteps outside the courtyard.
"Master Mengzun, Young Master Ning, the Palace Master has a request"
Wangyou came over and bowed respectfully to Meng Xuanji, saying.
Meng Xuanji could only take back what she wanted to say and walked out of the courtyard.
Ning Chen followed, and when passing by Wangyou's side, he whispered, "Thank you."
Wangyou smiled softly, the smile was so shallow that you couldn't even see it if you didn't look carefully.
In the Qinghua Palace, the Palace Master Xihua was already waiting, and when he saw the three people coming before and after, his brows were lightly wrinkled, and he said, "Wangyou, I just want you to tell me, why did you delay so long?"
"The palace master forgives the sin, because Wangyou is not good at doing things." Wangyou stepped forward and softly pleaded guilty.
"Let's not be an example, let's step back." Palace Master Xihua obviously didn't want to blame Wangyou too much, so he said.
Wangyou Yingying bowed, turned around, smiled at Ning Chen, and immediately left the hall.
"Mengzun, about the alliance between Xihua Palace and Jiuxiao Mountain, let's talk about it," said the master of Xihua Palace sternly.
"All ears," Meng Xuanji said calmly.
On the side, the corner of Ning Chen's mouth slightly curved into an indifferent arc, it seemed that he was treated as a fool, and he acted in front of him. (PS: I stayed up a little late last night, but I didn’t stand it today, but I finally insisted on finishing a chapter. It’s already the end of the month, and Misty Rain will try to add one more update in the past two days. By the way, let’s roar and ask for a subscription!)