Misty GL

"Palace master calm down," someone said,

The woman in black standing bowed on the left side of Xian'a is Yi Shui, with a delicate appearance, slender eyes, a sharp chin, and green eyes, coldly sweeping across Lianhui.

"Yes, Second Highness is already diligent, but his talent is poor," Ao Xiu, the white-haired elder on Xian'a's right, said.

Lianhui vomited a mouthful of blood, gritted her teeth and got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, without saying a word.

Every time he said it was to check her practice, but in fact he intentionally bullied and humiliated her.

"It's useless!" Xian'a's voice was cold, and she scolded, "500 years, it's useless as usual!".

Lianhui laughed lightly, did he want to urge him to practice, or was he testing his immortal power?

Xian Ah, Xian Ah, are you afraid that one day I will become powerful and threaten your position in Shenxu Palace?

"Cultivation is lazy, and you don't know it!",

Xian'a's cold tone is like the icy moonlight flowing over bluestone, high above and untouchable,

"Kneel under the peach tree outside the temple for one night, and reflect on it."

"Thank you, Palace Master", Lianhui took orders, she has long been used to it.

As soon as he got up, his head was a little dizzy, he staggered, and then walked out of the hall, it seemed that because of the pain from the blow just now, he couldn't feel the cramping pain in his abdomen.

Lianhui chuckled lightly, her eyes dimmed.

In the clear pool outside the hall, there are full of misty flowers, which emit a little bit of light at night, like stars falling into the pool.

There was a peach tree in full bloom in front of the pond, and the swing that hung there before had been dismantled long ago, leaving the Shenxu Palace empty.

The moon was as cool as water, and Lianhui knelt under the tree, and the maids and servants who came and went looked over from time to time, whispering.

Xian'a is trying to establish the prestige of her palace lord, so that everyone in Wanshen Mountain can see what kind of waste the legendary son of the Moon God is, not as good as her, a god conceived with essence and blood.

Lianhui propped her hands on the ground, chuckled softly, tears fell, and dripped on the peach blossoms on the ground.

"Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, look at this peach blossom is in full bloom",

Among the peach blossoms all over the sky, the girl rushing here, dressed in pink clothes, with a gentle smile in her mouth, held a peach blossom like a baby, and handed it to her carefully,

"This is what I nourished and opened with Xianli."

The fleshy Xiao Lian returned, stretched out her hand to snatch Peach Blossom, and shouted in a childish voice, "I want it",

The girl showed a look of reluctance, but she still carefully reminded Lian Hui to be more gentle.

"If you want, I will give it to you, but you have to cherish it",

Xiao Lian saw her apricot face and peach cheeks, her eyes were like water, her feet were padded, her little hands were raised high, carefully avoiding her temples, she clapped her hands with a smile and said, "Okay, it looks good, it looks good."

Xian'a held Lianhui's hand, her smile was as charming as a peach blossom, she took out a grasshopper and handed it to Lianhui,

"I made it up for you, you like it",

Lian Hui catches the grasshopper like a baby, her eyes are curved, "I like it, grasshopper, I like it, slender".

Xian'a lowered her eyes and smiled, "As long as Lian Hui likes it, Xian'a will give it to Lian Hui, and Xian'a will protect Lian Hui for the rest of her life."

The memory of 500 years ago was clear and stinging, and Lianhui's clear eyes flashed sadly.

Since the fall of the flower god, Xian'a has changed. According to rumors in the Three Realms, she was born and killed the moon god and the flower god. Xian'a has never said anything, but she definitely hates it in her heart.

After the flower god died, Xian'a locked herself in the palace for a full three months, and after that, she never saw a smile on Xian'a's face.

She cultivated like crazy, even though she almost went mad, with her amazing perseverance and talent, she was finally promoted to Shangjun and became the master of Wanshen Mountain.

Lianhui has become a thorn in Xian'a's side and a thorn in her flesh. Every time she sees her, she is reprimanded, taught and beaten.

Lian Hui held the grasshopper in her hand, the old one was about to fall apart.

Xian'a threw away everything she once had, except for this grasshopper, which was carefully hidden by Lian Hui.

It seems that as long as she holds this grasshopper, she still has the memories of the past. In the memories, there are mothers, aunts, and sages.

Peach blossoms rustled on the top of her head and shoulders. After Lianhui fell to her knees, she fell asleep lying on the peach blossoms with her buttocks pouting in the middle of the night. look.

Until the sky was dim, when Lian Hui opened his eyes, he saw Yi Shui in front of him, dressed in black, holding a bowl of medicinal soup,

"The palace master told you to drink the medicinal soup and go back."

"I don't want to drink, Yishui", Lian Hui refused,

"Second lord, don't make it difficult for Yi Shui," Yi Shui said coldly, she squatted down slightly, and handed the medicinal soup to Lianhui, "The lord of the palace has a life."

Yi Shui was originally a little white snake in Wanshen Mountain. On the day when the Moon God fell, Zhenmoyuan was full of demon energy, and the outflowing demon energy tore her mother apart. Lian picked up Yi who was still a little snake water.

300 years ago, Yi Shui cultivated himself into a human body, and resolutely went to Shenxu Palace regardless of the hundreds of years of friendship with Lian, and became Xian'a's confidant.

After Yi Shui left, Lianhui picked up Jiushun again.

Lian Hui took the medicinal soup, drank it all in one gulp, and smiled at Yi Shui,

"I know why she always asks you to deliver the medicine, because I can't refuse you."

Yi Shui pursed his lips, didn't say anything, his hand holding the medicine bowl was a little tight, he turned and left.

Lian Hui just stood up, her legs were sore, and she limped away from Shenxu Palace.

There are five petals of peanuts, with white pistils, and the petals are like ice and snow. This is the unique flower of the sacred mountain, the flower of the gods, and only the gods can touch it.

Lian Hui conveniently picked one and pinned it to her lapel. Only when she touched Miu Miao could she feel the difference in herself.

Even though she is useless, she is a god, born with a divine body.

Walking into the wooden house, there are ointments on the table, Lianhui chuckled, she is a god, she will heal herself if she is injured, but Jiushun still prepares the medicine without doing anything, what can I say about her?

It was Jiu Shun who forced her to go to Shenxu Palace, and it was Jiu Shun who showed concern.

Lian Hui sat cross-legged on the couch, without any sleepiness, put her fingers together, and began to concentrate on practicing the sword control technique again, "Get up!",

"Get up!", "Get up!".

The wooden sword on the table moved suddenly, Lian Hui was overjoyed, and his mind relaxed, the wooden sword did not move again.

Ordinary wooden swords are mortal weapons, if there are fairy weapons, it may be easier to cultivate, but the fairy weapons of Wanshen Mountain are all in Shenxu Palace, she can't get them at all.

Lianhui thought hard, and finally remembered that her mother, Moon God, once had a chain of vertical clouds, which fell under the cold wind cliff.

At that time, she once asked her mother, why didn't she summon Zongyunlian back with her power of thought?

The mother's eyes were slightly sad, she said, if it is destined to be lost, even if it is found, it will be lost one day.

Later, Lianhui went to the cliff to find her a few times in order to win her mother's favor, but the cold wind cliff is steep, the mountain wind is harsh, and there are spirit beasts hiding there, but they all ended in vain.

Lianhui made up her mind, and planned to go to Cold Wind Cliff to find the Zongyun Chain.

She first tied a heavy iron stone around her waist. This kind of stone is dense and looks like a small piece, but it is extremely heavy. Then she sneaked into Jiushun's house, found a dagger, and hurried away .

At the foot of the Cold Wind Cliff, the mountain wind was fierce, and there were huge rocks and a kind of dwarf tree with a small crown and a thick trunk, which were firmly attached to the ground. The other grass, vines and flowers were blown away by the wind.

As soon as Lianhui stepped into the cold wind cliff, she felt her feet tremble and turned backwards. She had to grab the boulder with both hands and go down with difficulty.

After passing the wind mouth, the wind died down, relying on the weight of the iron stone, she could barely walk under the cliff, but it was difficult, Lianhui was sweating profusely after a few steps, and the clothes on her back were soaked, she lowered her head , looking around.

Looking up from the bottom of the cliff, the magnolia tree that she and her mother relied on was only a little red.

When I was young, my mother often hugged her and sat under the tree, and her eyes were full of bright red magnolia flowers, which were in full bloom.

The mother gently coaxed her to sleep, the warm embrace, the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the mother's low voice.

At least, let her have a mother's item.

Xian'a put all the objects of the Moon God and the Flower God in the Shenxu Palace, and the Ninghua Sword in her hand was an artifact handed down by the Flower God.

But Lianhui got nothing, not a hairpin from Luna, a box of rouge, or even a silk handkerchief.

Lian recalled that Xian Ah must have hated herself for harming the flower god, so she also wanted to let herself feel what it was like to lose her mother, thoroughly.

"If I can find it, I will definitely find it," Lian Hui chuckled,

Xian'a never expected that mother had a cloud chain falling down the cliff, and no one knew about it except her.

The scorching sun was in the sky, Lian Hui suddenly raised her head, her head felt dizzy, and white light flickered in front of her eyes,

She squinted her eyes, but found that there seemed to be a light flashing on a short tree trunk not far away.

When he got closer, he saw a hollow in the middle of a thick tree trunk. Lianhui chiseled it with a dagger, revealing a little silver light.

The pattern of the moonlight is engraved on it, which is impressively the Zongyun Chain.

But why is the vertical cloud chain embedded in the trunk?

Perhaps 500 years ago, when the Zongyun Chain fell from the cliff, it just caught the twigs and green shoots. Since then, the trees have grown stronger, and gradually embedded in the trunk.

A bit of aura from Zongyunlian is injected into the trunk, so the tree is strong, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it stands proudly under the cliff without moving.

Looking back, Lian was worried, how would she use the dagger to cut down the tree, and then remove the Zongyun Chain.

She stared at the Zongyun Chain, and saw that it moved suddenly, and her heart turned with her thoughts.

The sound of ding ding, the vertical cloud chain is like a snake, slowly extending, leaving the tree trunk, coming back towards the lotus, circling,

Finally, it landed on her wrist, wound several times, and turned into a thin silver chain.

A comprehensible and intimate feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, Lianhui rubbed the chain, and the Zongyun Chain trembled, making cheerful noises.

"Mother, I found it," Lianhui said happily, she could feel the spiritual power of the Zongyun Chain penetrate into her body, and her limbs became powerful.

Roar, only the roar was heard, and a liger slowly walked out from under the cliff, bared its teeth, and stared at the Zongyun chain on Lianhui's wrist rather unkindly.

Zongyunlian nourished the creatures under the cliff with spiritual power, and the sudden disappearance of the spiritual power naturally displeased the ligers, roaring and rushing towards Lianhui.