The snow-white wings spread out in the air, fluttered lightly, and flew away.
Xie Lianzhen raised her head, the figure reflected in her eyes disappeared for a long time without looking back.
Until the fog of the Ming River rose, blurring the vision.
He lowered his head and looked at the reflection in the water.
Sri Lankan people are like jade, and the son is romantic.
But, there are always people in this world who are not deceived by appearance, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, they can't keep her.
"Have you given up?" He opened his mouth slowly, looking at himself in the water, his voice was low and soft, like the night wind blowing past, "Sure enough, I still can't get her like this."
If Lu Mingshu were here, he would find that the Xie Lianzhen in front of him was almost exactly the same as him at the conservatory night party.
After a long time, seeing that night was about to fall, he gave a low laugh, rolled up his sleeves, wrapped himself in a clear light, and flew away.
…
The speed of the Xueyi Treading Cloud Colt is unbelievably fast, Xiao Dai is only a sub-adult body, and his speed is faster than that of ordinary ecstasy.
In less than ten days, Jiuyao Mountain was already in sight.
"Look, what's that?" A disciple cried out in surprise when he spotted the Snow Wing Treading Cloud Horse flying from the sky.
Snow-white wings, smooth body shape. Xiao Dai was chubby in the early years, but now he has finally recovered.
It stopped in mid-air, flapped its wings, and proudly raised its head and neighed.
Lu Mingshu smiled, and patted it on the head: "Okay! I know you've become more beautiful, so don't eat Hesai in the future, or you won't be able to lose weight no matter how fat you are!"
Those disciples were not the only ones who discovered this scene. In Jiuyao Palace, someone issued a sword, which sprinkled a little bit of golden light in the air, and the condensed sword energy paved a way. Then, walked this road to Lu Mingshu.
"Comrade He Fang, come to my Jiuyao Palace?"
Hearing this voice, Lu Mingshu smiled sincerely: "Uncle An, long time no see."
It was An Tongchen who came. I haven't seen him for several years. An Tongchen has not aged, but there is a sense of vicissitudes on his body, and he looks colder.
Seeing Lu Mingshu on Xiaodai's back, he was taken aback for a moment, and then was taken aback: "Mingshu?"
Although six years had passed, Lu Mingshu's appearance hadn't changed a bit. It was hard for An Tongchen not to recognize what he looked like when he left and what he looks like now.
"Yes, I met Uncle An."
An Tongchen looked left and right, and was sure she was right, he let out a sigh of relief: "It's great that you're fine!"
Lu Mingshu felt something was wrong, An Tongchen was a very cold and arrogant person, he didn't have much contact with anyone in the sect, even with her master Liu Jizhen, the friendship between gentlemen was like water.
But at this moment, An Tongchen was very excited, and his hands were trembling a little.
"Uncle An?"
An Tongchen quickly realized his gaffe, and said, "It's okay, since you are the one who came back, let's go down first."
"it is good."
The two came down from the sky one after the other.
After six years, the young disciples of Jiuyao Palace had changed a group of people. When they saw Lu Mingshu, they thought it was some friend who sent disciples. Seeing her looks like ice and snow, and riding a rare beast, they were all envious and jealous, talking behind their backs.
"Who is this? Which family's junior sister? She looks so good-looking..."
"See her mount? It's so beautiful!"
"Yes, yes!"
There were also sharp-eyed reprimands: "Don't yell nonsense, this person's cultivation base is much deeper than yours and me, he must be a master of the Fusion Realm, even if he is not called Shishu, at least he should be called Shijie."
"Impossible? This junior sister looks so small..."
At this time, a younger disciple came over, saw Lu Mingshu, was stunned, and suddenly called out: "This, this... Isn't this Senior Sister Lu? She actually came back?"
This sentence attracted everyone's attention, and they all gathered around this person: "Brother, do you recognize her? Who is she? Which sect?"
"Which faction is that? It's my school's senior sister!" The man's tone was sonorous, "This is Lu Mingshu Lu senior sister! The top of the list in the last Kirin Club!"
When it comes to the Kirin will top the list, everyone knows it all. Back then, this incident was spread throughout Gu Xia, so Jiuyao Palace recruited many disciples with good aptitude, but unfortunately later...
"Ah, is that Senior Sister Lu? Impossible? Hasn't she been missing for several years?"
"That's right, isn't it that she's actually dead long ago? And who else, Mr. Lianzhen, disappeared together. Because of this incident, Princess Zhongzhou almost turned Beiming over."
"That's right! Princess Zhongzhou sent a lot of people to search for their whereabouts. It is said that even Huawujing was dispatched. If they were alive, they would have been found long ago."
"I heard that Qizhen Temple wanted to re-elect Lord Lian Zhenxing because of this incident. If it wasn't true that he died, how could Qizhen Temple re-elect Lian Zhenxing Lord?"
"Shut up!" This disciple, who had personally witnessed the Tianmen battle back then, was filled with admiration for Lu Mingshu, who broke through the siege and shined at the Qilin meeting, and the disciples in the audience commented without respect. Looking at the undead, he said angrily, "Senior Sister Lu just disappeared, who said she must be dead? In Beiming, what's so strange about returning after being missing for several years? The person has already returned, and you dare to speak nonsense and offend Senior Sister. Don't blame me for being rude!"
Many young disciples were scared to silence.
At this moment, a mocking voice sounded: "Oh? Why are you so rude?"
The disciples raised their eyes and saw a woman in her twenties standing there, with a beautiful face. At first glance, she looked a little like Lu Mingshu, but in the blink of an eye, she felt like Miss Zhou Yinru from back then. It's ten to ten.
"Senior Sister Fu." The disciple just now saw her with a look of fear on his face.
This woman is Fu Mingxi. Holding a whip, she came slowly and stood in front of this disciple.
"Offend senior sister? Do you think it was six years ago? What is she, Lu Mingshu? She's just a bitch!"
Every word that burst out from between the teeth was filled with deep malice.
…
It was only when An Tongchen fell to the ground that he realized that the sword energy emanating from Lu Mingshu's body didn't seem right.
He glanced intently, and said in surprise, "Are you in a trance?"
Lu Mingshu nodded: "It's just a fluke."
"You... you're only twenty-two this year, right? How is that possible? This is too..." An Tongchen was a little incoherent, and realized that he had said something wrong, and said, "Okay, okay! Your master will be very happy when he finds out. happy."
No matter how dull Lu Mingshu was, he knew that An Tongchen was wrong.
The Master Uncle An she knew was a very cold person, no matter when he was full of style, how could...
She took a closer look and couldn't help frowning: "Uncle An, are you injured?"
An Tongchen showed a wry smile.
Looking around, she found that the atmosphere was not right, she immediately asked: "Did something happen in the sect? Where is my master? Is he okay?"
An Tongchen sighed: "Your master is fine. It's a long story, let's talk about it when we go back."