Feng Aotian saw him leaning against him, his ink hair was not tied high, but was tied loosely with a pink brocade ribbon, his face was seven-pointed sick, his eyebrows were knitted tightly, and there was a trace between his brows that could not be wiped away. Feeling of melancholy, thin lips pursed slightly, holding a scroll in one hand, and a silk handkerchief in the other to cover the corners of his mouth, occasionally coughing a few times, but even more weak.
Her footsteps were very light, and she had stood by his side at some point, approached him slightly, raised her hand, took the scroll in his hand, tilted her head, and looked at him with a smile, "I'm sick now, Not a good rest."
Immediately, she closed the scroll and put it in one place, her movements were very familiar, she sat down gracefully, and pulled the quilt together. When Yi Mu was stunned, her palm had already covered his forehead, it was slightly cold, she bowed her head, and put her hands together. With a pulse, he frowned and said, "How come it's still not good?"
Yi Mu naturally pulled out his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and concealed all his emotions, just nodded slightly, "I see the emperor!"
Feng Aotian watched him intentionally avoid him, she smiled lightly, and saw that the knife mark on his wrist had been bandaged, but he didn't break it, just said lightly, "Eunuch Jiu didn't prescribe medicine for you?"
"Open, I have been frail since childhood, but I need to take care of it slowly." Yi Mu said in a low voice.
Feng Aotian listened to his non-salty and indifferent words, his eyes sank, "How can you not cherish your own body so much?"
Yi Mu listened to her somewhat low tone, her mind trembled, she raised her eyes, met her cold eyes, and coughed uncontrollably, "cough..."
Feng Aotian raised his hand, suddenly took him into his arms, patted his back, Yi Mu leaned against her arms off guard, covered his lips with a silk handkerchief, coughed softly, and the other His hand was on her waist, but he was at a loss.
After a while, Yi Mu finally stopped coughing, Feng Aotian let go of him, let him lean on him again, and whispered, "Did you say something wrong?"
Yi Mu shook his head, "I will take good care of my body."
Feng Aotian raised his hand, took his hand in his palm, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the cinnabar mole?"
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at the fingers that she held in the palm of her hand with care. He couldn't help but curl up slightly. He felt a pain in his heart, and pursed his lips slightly, "Ankle."
Feng Aotian leaned over slightly, lifted the quilt to a corner, revealing his jade feet, she lifted up her trousers, and saw the striking cinnabar mole on her ankle, she leaned over and stroked the dark red cinnabar, bowed her head, printed it. On a light kiss.
Yi Mu shrank back unnaturally, the corners of his eyes were a little sour, he resisted not daring to shed tears, but just froze and sat.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "These days, I have ignored you."
Yi Mu's heart was slammed by her words, she lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."
Feng Aotian sighed faintly, "Is it good or not, it's only after you have tested it."
As she spoke, she had already bullied herself up. Yi Mu raised her eyes and looked at her in astonishment. She was obviously a little nervous. Perhaps, such a hug, such an intimate gesture, was too far away for him.
She looked at him with wide eyes, a pair of slightly sad eyes, and looked at her in a panic. She curled the corner of her mouth, lowered her head, and kissed his lips. There was a strong smell of medicine between her lips and teeth, with a hint of bitterness. , but also kind of sweet.
Yi Mu couldn't bear it, his hands grabbed her shoulders uncontrollably. He tilted his head slightly, and in her gentle kiss, he almost dropped his armor and all his defenses.
Feng Aotian looked at his blushing face, left with some nostalgia, and pointed his fingertips on the tip of his nose, "It still needs to be taken care of."
Yi Mu was puzzled by Feng Aotian's actions. If it was normal, she would definitely not treat him like this. Then, what made her change? Could it be that Father Cat gave her too much blow
Feng Aotian covered his scrutiny eyes with both hands, and took him into his arms, but felt that he was very light, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, "You only know what is most precious when you lose it."
Yi Mu is a person with a clear mind, just because he sees too clearly, he is mediocre. He knows the meaning of her words. Now she wants to cherish the person in front of her, but he is the person in front of him. It's not worth her cherishing, there are some things, you can't repeat the same mistakes, he can't be too selfish.
However, such a hug made him unable to push him away. He just said nothing and leaned quietly in her arms. He now knows that it would be nice if she had him in her heart, even though it wasn't love.
After Feng Aotian came out of Meixiang Palace, the sky was getting darker. She raised her head and looked at the brightest stars in the night sky. She seemed to see the person in the deepest part of her heart. He must be looking at her at the moment.
She lifted her steps and walked towards the Emperor's Bedroom. Meteor was lying on the soft couch bored. Seeing her entering, she couldn't wait to get up and rushed in front of her, "Holy Master, are you going now?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then sat down, took a sip of tea, and took him to the Wind Clan.
Mu Hanjin waited for her arrival every day, which was already a habit. Today, seeing that it was getting dark, he leaned on the bed in disappointment, and his thoughts deepened.
Just when he was thinking wildly, he felt the familiar breath, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw her walking towards him slowly, he smiled, just watching her approach slowly like this.
Feng Aotian walked forward step by step until she stood in front of him, she just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Mu Hanjin sat up, stretched out her hand, and held her somewhat cold hand in his palm, "Your Majesty, there is a minister here."
Feng Aotian smiled, took him into his arms, lowered his head, and hugged him tightly, yes, with him, "Don't leave the Lord."
"I won't leave for a single step." Mu Hanjin leaned against her arms, feeling her heart beating a little, and his heart was aching hard. He would rather be in pain than to see her suffer a little bit of damage. .
Meteor very consciously went to find the divine dog by himself. Under the moonlight, his small figure ran extremely fast, and in an instant, he landed beside the divine dog. Looking at the black divine dog in front of him, he half-squatted. in front of it, and it closed its eyes, not looking at it at all.
Meteor put his hands on his chin and tilted his head, "You know what? The Holy Master is very sad when the cat is gone."
The god dog listened to Meteor's words, and then opened his eyes and looked at him, meaning, "Who is Mr. Cat?"
"Mother cat is father cat." Meteor didn't want to say more, and when he mentioned these three words, he had the urge to cry.
The Divine Dog listened to what he said was equivalent to saying nothing, and then turned his head and didn't look at him.
Meteor looked at the dog ignoring him again, and he continued to talk to himself, all talking about being with the little white snake.
The Divine Dog listened to each other, obviously a little disgusted by the chattering people like Meteor. After all, it has been quiet for all these years. At this time, it rested early, and suddenly a nagging ghost appeared, it There is an urge to slap him with a palm, but given his good cultivation, he can't help it.
Meteor didn't think so. He felt that he was very lonely now. Father Cat was not there. Xing Wuyun also went out. The Holy Master was also very busy. Everyone else was very busy. He was the only one who was very sad and sad. It was hard to find one, how could he let it go, once he said it, he would have left the last time the god dog tricked him out of the sky.
Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin embraced each other, and she kissed him forgetfully, as if to crush him into her own arms, she just wanted to find some solace.
Mu Hanjin's body has recovered a lot these days, but she is still weak, and being tossed by Feng Aotian like this is obviously a bit difficult, but he knows that only in this way will her heart feel better.
Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at him in messy clothes, panted low, his face was ruddy, his lips were lustrous, and he finally had some sensuality on his body, not like the skinny in those days.
She carefully took him into her arms, just wanting to cherish it so much, when did she become so vulnerable
They just hugged each other like this, and after an unknown amount of time, Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at her with a small smile, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back, it's already late at night."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, feeling a little nostalgic for his breath, sniffing his neck lightly, and clasping his hands unnaturally, "Now you have learned to drive you away?"
Mu Hanjin laughed softly, "The emperor goes back to rest early, and he has to go to the morning court tomorrow."
Feng Aotian laughed softly, "You are sensible and considerate."
Why didn't he want to keep her firmly in his arms, why didn't he want her to accompany him all the time, but he knew that when he had not completely released the curse and stood by her side, He could only reluctantly let her go back, only now that she has endured too much.
Feng Aotian naturally understood what Mu Hanjin was thinking, he was feeling sorry for her, so she cared so lightly, which warmed her heart, bowed her head, kissed him again, and let him go reluctantly, "Tomorrow, the Lord will come to see you again. ."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin nodded lightly and watched her leave. He always had a smile on his lips. He just hoped that when she turned around inadvertently, he would always see his smile.
Feng Aotian stepped out of the house, and Meteor had already sensed it, standing outside with the divine dog.
Feng Aotian leaned over and touched the head of the god dog, "It looks like you haven't woken up yet."
The god dog nodded weakly, and suddenly there was a noisy person beside him disturbing his dream, it was strange that he could wake up.
Feng Aotian read out the meaning in the eyes of the god dog, turned his eyes, looked at the meteor, and saw that he was in high spirits. Obviously, he vented all the unhappiness in his heart, but he was happy, but the god dog was not happy. .
With a low laugh, she returned to the palace with Meteor and the dog, "Go to the Floating Dream Palace, rest here with the dog."
"Holy Master, you don't care about Meteor?" Meteor stepped forward and dragged her sleeve robe, looking at her with teary eyes.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, gently lifted him, and placed him beside the god dog, "There is a god dog watching over you, don't worry."
Meteor looked at her dejectedly. Obviously, he knew that just now, he had been chatting beside the god dog all the time. Now, only him and it are left, and it may be calculated by it.
This is obviously to settle accounts after the autumn. He doesn't want to stay with it alone, he is so afraid.
Of course Feng Aotian knew about Meteor's scruples, but she felt that by staying with the dog, Meteor would be able to forget the grief for Eunuch Cat.
Meteor looked sadly at the back of her leaving, and in the end he could only lower his head, watching the god dog with his dark eyes open, his tongue sticking out, and walking towards him step by step.
He hurriedly shrank back and smiled, "That... It's getting late... You and I should wash and sleep."
Listening to his words, the god dog almost bit off his own tongue. What are these words? What is wash and sleep? It's not familiar to him.
However, it was really sleepy, and then rolled on the soft couch, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Seeing that Meteor had just let him go, he was relieved immediately, jumped off the soft couch in a hurry, rushed out of the hall, patted his little chest, raised his eyes and looked at Sixi, "I want to take a bath."
Sixi looked at Meteor as if he had survived the catastrophe and survived the catastrophe, laughed softly, and then replied, "This servant will prepare a bath for you."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, not forgetting to look back at the god dog lying on the soft couch, then sitting on the stone steps, looking up at the starry sky, wondering which one is the cat-in-law
Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace, and saw the lights in the bedroom, a bright red figure stretched very long, standing by the window, slightly raised his head, looking into the distance.
Feng Aotian suddenly remembered a familiar verse. She thought it was only used to describe women, but it was very appropriate to put it in his place.
"There are beautiful people in the north who are peerless and independent. Once you look at the city of Qingren, then you will look at the country." She felt that he had such a peerless arrogance of self-appreciation, as if at this moment, everything in the world was inferior to his glance.
She walked to the window, put her arms around her chest, leaned to one side, and followed his gaze, "What are you looking at?"
Wei Zimo knew that she had arrived when she stepped into the bedroom. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he just stood there, waiting, waiting, waiting...
It wasn't until he saw her that his heart settled down, and he didn't know that he was waiting for her.
"Look at you." Wei Zimo retracted his gaze, met her cold eyes, and whispered.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, dodged gently, and landed beside him from the window, "I'm tired, go and rest."
Seeing that she turned around and was about to leave, Wei Zimo hurriedly raised his hand, held her hand, took a step forward, and slowly walked forward with her, "Shower first."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, knowing that he was able to take such initiative is a rare thing, beyond her imagination, she quickly replied, "Yes."
Wei Zimo took her hand and walked to the inner hall step by step. Hearing her soft answer, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The two walked to the inner hall, the bath soup was ready, Feng Aotian entered the screen and raised his hand habitually. Usually, the cat father-in-law stood behind her and waited for her to take a bath, but now, she couldn't help laughing lowly. , and then took off his clothes on his own, and did not enter the bath.
She knew that according to Wei Zimo's temperament, she would definitely not come in and watch her bathe in a grand manner, so she took the water with confidence and dripped it on her shoulders.
Wei Zimo was lying on the bed, listening to the crisp sound of water coming from behind the screen. For some reason, his face suddenly turned red uncontrollably. He hurriedly turned to his side, raised his hands, and covered his ears.
After Feng Aotian took a bath, he looked at the bright yellow uniform on the desk beside him. It seemed that he had prepared it early in the morning, but he did not expect him to be so considerate.
After she was properly dressed, the ink hair was dried with internal force and spread out on her chest, covering her now more well-developed breasts. Although her chest was already tied and the clothes were looser, she still put the ink hair in front of her. Then he stepped forward and watched him lying on the inside with his back to him, leaving a large space.
She shook her head amusingly, then lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and placed it over the two of them. At this time, he was only wearing a bright red tunic, which further set off his beautiful figure. Feng Aotian wrapped his back around his waist, put his face on his back, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."
Wei Zimo had never slept with anyone before. Now, with one more person lying on his bed, he was extremely uncomfortable, and his whole body was tense. Suddenly, he felt the warmth from behind him. Looking down, he saw the slender hands around his waist, he turned slightly and looked at her.
Feng Aotian opened her eyes, the ink hair scattered on her chest, the whole person was a little more lazy and charming, she looked at him, "Do you wear a veil when you sleep?"
Wei Zimo looked at her, "Do you want to see it?"
Feng Aotian suddenly moved forward, then leaned in his arms, found a comfortable position, absorbed the unique breath of his body, took a deep breath, "When you want to see the Lord, then Look."
Wei Zimo felt the warmth in his arms. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around her slender waist, but he didn't feel sleepy until he heard her breathing evenly in his arms. He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
After Meteor took a bath, he lay down on the dragon couch, looked sideways, looked at Feng Yinqi, leaned sideways, sighed faintly, and fell asleep on his own.
The next morning, when Feng Aotian woke up, Wei Zimo had already got up. She turned to her side and saw that he had washed up properly, sitting at the table and looking at the secret in his hand.
She got up immediately, and after briefly washing up, she stood beside him, "Do you have any news that other masters don't know about?"
"What does the emperor want to know?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, put down the Mi Zhe, and asked in a low voice.
Feng Aotian took his hand, "Go have breakfast."
Wei Zimo let her hold her, and for some reason, he was used to it at first, but he was used to it.
The two finished their breakfast, and Si Xi was already waiting outside the hall.
Feng Aotian looked at him, then at Wei Zimo, "Can he come in?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. He knew that she had given him the respect he deserved because he was not used to being approached by strangers.
He nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Sixi, "Come in."
"Yes." Si Xi led the minions behind him and walked in. On the tray behind him were the dragon robe, the coiled dragon jade belt, and the crown of Jiu Yi.
Feng Aotian got up, stood three steps away from Wei Zimo, Si Xi stood on one side, dressed her carefully, and then backed out.
She glanced sideways and looked at him, "My grandfather is going to travel far away today."
Wei Zimo replied slightly, "Yes."
Feng Aotian approached him slowly, suddenly lifted the hem of his veil, printed on his lips, and sucked lightly. When he was lost, he quickly let go and left the Palace of Dreams with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wei Zimo raised his hand, slid his fingertips over his lips, looked at the figure that had disappeared, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and there was a glimmer of brilliance in those glamorous eyes, he turned around, and walked into the study.
When Feng Aotian walked to the emperor's bedroom, he saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting with Meteor and having breakfast. Seeing her coming back, he got up quickly, "Your Majesty."
Feng Aotian looked at them with a hint of warmth in his heart, then sat on the soft couch, watching the divine dog still appear to be sleepy, and said with a low smile, "You don't look like a dog, like a cat."
The divine dog raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and barked out, expressing his protest, is it only the cat snoozing? It also likes to sleep.
Feng Aotian touched its head, "Sleep well."
The god dog snorted, then closed his eyes, and resumed his sleep.
After Meteor finished his breakfast, he rushed to Feng Aotian, "Holy Master, are you going to Feihe City to ask about the Demon King?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master is not here, I will leave this place to you and the god dog."
"Yes, Holy Master, don't worry." Meteor nodded.
Feng Aotian looked at him and stroked his tender face, "It's so good."
Meteor looked up and smiled brightly.
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yeah." The two responded at the same time, but they couldn't say whether it was good or bad, just that they could fall asleep better than before.
Feng Aotian stepped out of the emperor's bedroom, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng followed, and then went to the court. After the morning, Feng Aotian changed into a silver-gray brocade robe and rode "Aoxue" to Feihe City. .
Xing Wuyun had just arrived in the south to return to the country, and landed in the Furong Pavilion. The old bustard Zixuan took a look at the person who came. He just got the news last night, saying that the master sent someone to come. When it comes to his name, no one does not know. of.
She recognized it at a glance, and hurried forward, "This servant has seen Young Master Xing."
"Well." Xing Wuyun drove all night, then looked at the woman in front of him, "How many people have been quarantined?"
"Half." Zi Xuan lowered her head.
"The rest of the people are wearing veils, sprinkle this on every corner, boil it at the same time, and put it in the lobby." Xing Wuyun threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Zi Xuan and said lightly.
"Yes, I'll do it now when I'm angry." Zi Xuan hurriedly took it and replied.
Xing Wuyun looked around, looked at the restaurant on the opposite side, and then said, "Furong Pavilion will be closed from now on, and no one will be allowed to enter. You should do it first, and I will go back when I go."
"Yes." Zi Xuan replied with her head lowered, she looked up and saw that the goose-yellow figure had landed on the opposite restaurant.
Xing Wuyun entered the restaurant by himself, and the shopkeeper who came came was familiar with the person, and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Young Master, what you want, the small one has already done it."
"Well." Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "Is there any news from the person who checked?"
"Not yet, but I have some clues." The shopkeeper responded quickly and went upstairs with Xing Wuyun.
Xing Wuyun walked into the house, looked at the furnishings in front of him, and sat on the soft couch at will, "Prepare some wine and vegetables for the son."
"The servant is ready, I will bring it to you." The shopkeeper hurriedly ordered someone to prepare.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "Where is Wufeng? When will it arrive?"
"The old slave has already sent a message, and I will be there tonight." The shopkeeper responded quickly.
"Well." Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "What big things have happened these few days?"
"It's nothing special. It's just that the concubines and concubines in the palace were shaved overnight. These days, they were all looking for good blue silk, which made the whole capital panic." The shopkeeper immediately followed. said.
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "Where's King Nan?"
"Nan Wang's army was under pressure a few days ago, but he didn't really do anything. Later, when he learned that the emperor was back, he took people out." The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, "I don't know how this Nan Wang came back to life. Moreover, there are still so many troops? Maybe someday they will attack again."
"It depends on the mood." Xing Wuyun naturally knew that this was Feng Aotian's plan. It is indeed impossible for a dead person to come back to life, unless someone, under the banner of the King of Nan, came to tune the tiger away from the mountain.
The shopkeeper personally served the dishes, "Young Master, please use it, the servants will retire first."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun waved his hand, then sat at the table and used it slowly.
Halfway through, he casually raised his wine glass, raised his head and drank it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Since it's here, why hide it."
When the voice fell, he saw a purple figure fall. Xing Wuyun looked at the woman in front of him and smiled deeply, "How did the sect master of Nishang Sect think of returning to the South? Shouldn't he be in Le Qiguo at this moment?"
"As the saying goes, the woman sings and the husband follows, although you and I are not yet a real husband and wife, but we also have a marriage contract. Wherever my fiancé is, I will naturally be where I am." in front of him.
Xing Wuyun turned around, and when she landed, she had already stood up, then sat on the soft couch, and snorted, "The head of the door has a really bad memory, the fourth prince of Le Qiguo has already sacrificed his body and entered the imperial mausoleum. The marriage contract with the sect master of Nishangmen was announced to the world early in the morning, and it was dissolved."
Lu Yunxiu's beautiful face showed a hint of sadness. She looked indifferent, raised her eyes and looked at him, "If I don't agree, then it doesn't count."
Xing Wuyun didn't look at her, but said casually, "This young master has a heart, and there is no one else in this life except her. I advise the sect master not to be too persistent in everything."
Lu Yunxiu got up and looked at him, "I'd rather break the jade than the tile. Since I can't get your man, I will destroy it myself."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her palm, the palm wind was fierce, and it was pressing towards his face, but Xing Wuyun was still leaning on the soft couch like that casually, without any dodge.
The palm wind slid past him and slammed into the thick wall beside him, and a hole was punched out of the wall.
A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she turned to leave.
The shopkeeper heard the sound and rushed in quickly. When he saw the situation in front of him, he quickly asked, "Master, are you alright?"
"Send someone to stare at her." Xing Wuyun raised his hand, casually flicked the dust off his clothes, and then got up, "Bring a new one for the son."
The shopkeeper responded quickly, "Yes." Then he backed out.
After a while, he personally delivered the goose-yellow brocade robe that had just been ordered, put it on one side, and then withdrew.
Xing Wuyun entered the screen, took off the dusty clothes on his body, put on a new brocade robe, and walked out suavely, waving the folding fan in his hand gently, then turned around, and flew into the Furong Pavilion.
Zi Xuan had already ordered someone to do what Xing Wuyun had ordered. Seeing him fall, she hurried forward to greet him, "Young Master Xing, what other orders do you have?"
"My son wants to rest." Xing Wuyun put away the folding fan, then went down to the rooftop, walked familiarly to the room specially prepared for Feng Aotian, closed the door, and looked at the arrangement in front of you, as if you felt She was beside him, he immediately lay on the bed, yawned, and fell asleep in peace.
Seeing Xing Wuyun's free and easy temperament, Zi Xuan smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth. Although Eunuch Cat has gone, there are still people like this staying by the master's side. At least, the master will not be alone.
She sighed faintly, then turned around, and went to work.
In the middle of the night, Feng Aotian rushed to Feihe City and went to the altar by himself.
The Holy Maiden was already waiting for her driver, and when she saw her entering, she slowly stepped forward and saluted, "My subordinates see the Holy Master."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at her face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "Do you know the purpose of my visit?"
For the saint in front of her, she is a woman, so naturally she doesn't need to call herself "Master", but asks normally.
The saint nodded and said, "The subordinate sensed the breath of the meteor, and he has already told the subordinate."
"Well, is there any news that I can know?"
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat on the main seat, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip.
"My subordinates only know that the Holy Master has already activated the phoenix to cry blood, which is a harbinger of blood flowing into rivers. As for what happened a thousand years ago, the holy altar suffered a catastrophe at the beginning, and what happened in the past has been destroyed. Today, there is no The record." The saint stood on one side and said in a low voice.
Feng Aotian put down the tea cup, "How many times has Phoenix cried blood?"
"This... subordinates don't know." The saintess lowered her eyes and replied.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Is there any other way?"
"Holy Master, you are no longer perfect now, and you have absorbed Eunuch Cat's virginity and all his skills. Your skills have greatly increased now. There is a door to the mind in the Holy Pond. You can try it. If you can Open it, maybe you can find what you want." The saint looked at her and whispered.
Feng Aotian looked at her, "Has anyone ever opened this door?"
"No one has opened it except the Holy Master who died a thousand years ago." The Holy Maiden then replied.
"I'll take a look." Feng Aotian said, then turned around and walked towards the holy pond.
The Holy Maiden stood there, looking at the figure she was leaving, turned around abruptly, and sighed helplessly.
Feng Aotian walked into the holy pond, surrounded by white fog, she slowly moved forward, closed her eyes, and sensed the surrounding white light until a strong beam of light stabbed at her, she immediately sat cross-legged, palms Gather your inner strength, and then fight forward.
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