His senior sister?

This answer made me half-believous and half-doubted, and asked calmly: "The saints in the Snow Mountain Holy Land are all from the royal family in the Southern Xinjiang. Which princess in the Southern Xinjiang you mentioned is the old witch you mentioned?"

Si Xuanji showed a sneer: "The Snow Mountain Holy Land is not the direct princess who enter. As long as they have the royal blood of the Southern Xinjiang family, talented people can enter."

In other words, even if he told me which princess it was, it was still old and I didn’t know it, and I couldn’t know it.

He paused as he said, as if he was trapped in a long memory, his face became illusory and not like the world, as if he could become illusory with the night at any time and anywhere. "It is extremely harsh to enter the holy realm to choose. Not only can you endure the cold, but you can also endure loneliness, but there are countless beauties and demons in your heart as obstacles."

"The temple in the snowy land is dripping into ice, and is so cold that it is bone-chilling. In the end, those who want to enter yearn for it, regard it as a holy land. Those who go in, think of it as a cage."

"The high priest left because she interfered with it, and I was saved by you when I was dying because I failed because I fought with her."

"As the most beloved saint of the High Priest, she is powerful, and I, as the guardian of the High Priest, are vulnerable. When the High Priest leaves and the temple is burned, I will be homeless."

When I picked him up from the dead, my whole body was burned, and my face could not be found in any intact except for my eyes.

However, there were loopholes in his words, and there were huge loopholes. I said calmly with my fingers: "In the order you said, Qingdai was interfering with the high priest's departure."

"She is the most beloved saint around the high priest. You are the Lord Xuan Ji who guards the high priest. The high priest left you two to fight for poison. You were defeated and the temple was burned. You said before that the temple was too cold. The high priest burned the temple just to see if it could melt the snow in the snow."

"It's a pity that even if the temple is burned, the snow still cannot melt, and the cold and icy cold still exists. So, Lord Xuan Ji, you just heard it, the Queen Mother asked Qing Dai for the whereabouts of her child."

"Then the question comes. Qingdai broke up with you, the high priest ran away, and I saved you who was seriously injured before I was resurrected. The time difference is five years. It will take at least twenty years for the Queen Mother to have children. How should you explain this?"

Si Xuanji was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then grinned and laughed heartily. The laughter was like the sound of drums in the dark, echoing deafeningly.

I looked at him and smiled quietly. Seeing that he didn't smile, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and was out of breath: "Everyone said that you should not care about the details when listening to the story. Why do you remember the details of this story so clearly?"

"You deceived me again. You have no credibility in front of me. From now on, I will never believe that no matter what you say..." I will never believe me again. Before you finished speaking, Si Xuanji interrupted me with a calm expression and a serious expression: "The stories I told you are true except for the wrong time. Qingdai is indeed my senior sister, but she has long been betrayed the temple for a man."

"I don't know who the man is, but she came back after that. For the sake of that man, she successfully made the high priest yearn for life outside. The temple was burned. On the way to find the high priest, I found my senior sister to fight with her and turned into the way you saved me."

"After I found out that my senior sister was hiding her identity and served a eunuch named Qi Jingque. Qi Jingque cared about you, so she ruined her face and deliberately appeared in front of you on the verge of death, seducing you to save me, and thus successfully entering the winery."

"Why do you need to pass through me?" I can't understand what his problems with the high priest of the southern Xinjiang and his senior sister have to do with me?

Si Xuanji approached me, and his eyes were full of me: "Idiot, you don't know. Qi Jingque has always sent someone by your side, and he knows everything you do."

"So you are betting that I will save you, because after I save you, the person who is next to me will report to him and he will accept you?"

Si Xuanji snapped his fingers: "You are right. Because you saved me, I can go to him smoothly and want to use my senior sister to find the high priest."

"Have you found it?" As for the high priest in southern Xinjiang, I am afraid that only the saints of the Southern Xinjiang royal family in the Snow Mountain Holy Land have seen it. Others only know that such a person exists in whispers.

"I didn't find her, but I found you." Si Xuanji said as he took out a glass lamp from my sleeve: "Your soul is a soul that has been resurrected from the dead. It does not belong to your own body, it will light up."

"Soul Lamp?"

"Yes, this is her soul lamp. As long as this lamp lasts for a day, she will be alive." Si Xuanji said and stuffed the lamp into my hand. The light suddenly shone brightly, and the entire courtyard was even more dazzling than the brightest star in the sky.

"Do you love her?" I held the warm glass lamp and asked Xuan Ji: "Love your high priest."

Si Xuanjin's eyes drooped, and a touch of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of his mouth: "In southern Xinjiang, you can't refuse the king, but you can't refuse the high priest. I love her, and all the people in southern Xinjiang love her devoutly."

The high priest is above the King of Southern Xinjiang. I have never heard of it. I have only heard of the high priest who can control the King of Southern Xinjiang. She lives in the temple of the Snow Mountain Holy Land. Men and women don’t know it. Like an immortal, she is impossible for her to come out except for the new king ascending the throne, the old king's death, and the great ceremony and sacrifices and praying for blessings.

"Is this the reason why you asked me to return to southern Xinjiang? Want to find him with me?" I tightened the glass lamp in my hand, and the fire inside was burning vigorously, making me unable to help but want to hold it in my arms to drive away the coldness of winter for me.

"Yes." Si Xuanji raised his eyes, and the fanatical dark color in his eyes had not yet dissipated: "Si Sizi is now the nominal saint. The temple was destroyed and recast, and it cannot welcome its owner. All the saints are incorrect."

"The ninth prince Si Yanting and Si Sizi joined forces to find the high priest, one who was justified and wanted to be a saint, and the other who wanted to be the king of southern Xinjiang."

Indeed, this statement was understood. As the ninth prince, how could Si Yanting not have the ambition to be the king of Southern Xinjiang?

But he had eight princes in front of him. Instead of pinning his hopes on killing the eight princes, it would be better to find the high priest. In one word, he could own the entire southern Xinjiang.

"I can promise to follow you, but I must see Qi Jingque and the Queen Mother live and die. As long as they kill each other, I will follow you." I stared at Si Xuanji and said my conditions: "How is it?"

The corners of Si Xuanji's mouth slowly curled up, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to bring all the ice and snow that had been in the snow for millions of years: "I promise you that within three days, let the two of them live to the death."
Chapter completed!