Yan Chaosheng thought for a moment, then held the green beads and headed north.

To the north is Kunlun Fairy Mountain, where large peach trees are in bloom and beside the fairy pond, several palm-sized peach wood dolls saw him from a distance and jumped up: "Master, Master, it's not good, the demon king is here

!”

Those who had time to escape fled into the palace, but those who had no time to escape were cruelly pinched by Yan Chaosheng.

"Tell me, where is your old man?"

The Taomu villain said aggrievedly: "Retreat, Master is in retreat."

Yan Chaosheng smiled coldly and tightened his grip: "He didn't expect me to come? In retreat at this time?"

The little Taomu man cried loudly: "Demon Lord, have mercy on me, Demon Lord, have mercy on me, Master just said that he has gone into seclusion."

Yan Chaosheng said: "When I burn Kunlun, I think he will come out."

The peach wood doll's spiritual energy collapsed, turning into a piece of white paper and falling at his feet. Yan Chaosheng stepped into the peach forest with a faint cold flame burning in his hand, like the fire of hell.

As if feeling the cold murderous intention under his cold skin, the trees in the peach forest that turned into monsters shouted: "Immortal Lord, help me, help me!"

For a moment, the flames spread from Yan Chaosheng's feet, and the next moment he saw that the peach forest was about to be burned up.

An old man in green robes ran out screaming, jumping up and down to put out the fire. Finally, he finally extinguished Leng Yan, but his robe caught fire and he rolled in front of Yan Chaosheng.

The old man hurriedly patted his butt and said dissatisfiedly: "Arrogant boy, hundreds of years have passed and you still have such a bad temper. You come to my Kunlun territory as a guest and you are not polite at all. If you really destroy my Taolin, be careful, I

Settle accounts with you!"

Yan Chaosheng watched the old man extinguish the fire with cold eyes. Seeing that the old man was busy blowing air on the small mahogany paper man, he raised his hand and sucked the man into his hand: "I am not here to talk nonsense with you. In ancient times, the Jimo people were good at divination and knew destiny. You

You know why I am here. Just do a hexagram for me and I will leave immediately and never stay."

The old man, who was Immortal Wo Jiang, knew that he would not be able to escape by pretending to be in seclusion today, so he sighed with a bitter look on his face: "Then you go find someone else, why do you have to fight with me? Let go, ignorant people, such

How dignified are you wearing this old man?"

Yan Chaosheng let go.

Wo Jiang greeted, "Come here and I'll talk to you."

The two sat down at a stone table. Wo Jiang took a pot of wine from under the peach tree, opened the lid, and poured it for Yan Chaosheng.

Yan Chaosheng said nothing and picked up the cup.

From the beginning to the end, he looked very calm. If Wo Jiang hadn't glanced at his knuckles that were turning white with force, he would have been deceived by his unhurried appearance.

Wo Jiang was dissatisfied with Yan Chaosheng for squeezing a mahogany doll to death as soon as he arrived, deliberately making jokes and talking about things that were not there. Yan Chaosheng put down his wine glass and finally said in a cold voice again: "For fortune telling, I want to find someone!"

Wo Jiang curled his lips and said, "I didn't delay your time on purpose. So what if you find him? You know better than me. If you find him, he will be dead."

"Full of nonsense!"

"The plants and trees can still survive without their hearts, but it will be difficult to have both when the Huiling jade is broken. You don't understand this truth. Otherwise, Yan Chaosheng, with your arrogance and wantonness, you would have dug out her heart, so why not? You are so precious now."

As the Lord of the Two Realms, as long as there is a breath of life in the world, you can't find anyone, but no matter what, you can't find her, because she has no life left in her body, just like a walking corpse."

Seeing Yan Chaosheng's expression becoming more and more cold, Wo Jiang shook his head and sighed: "You know everything, but you are still deceiving yourself. I don't want to point it out. When you married her, the young master had an unknown divination and tried to stop it several times. If she didn't really love you,

, how could the young master let go? Today's ending is also fate. Seeing that you were kind to Kunlun seven hundred years ago, I would like to advise you to let her walk this road alone and don't look for her again.

Your way is doomed to be ruthless and lonely. If you are not emotionless, you can be your king of the two realms. In time, it is unknown whether you can unify the eight wastelands."

Wo Jiang looked at him thoughtfully: "But if you waver, I can't calculate what will happen, but I know it won't be a good ending. I advise you, don't look, don't listen, don't look for it."

Yan Chaosheng lowered his eyelids and said in a calm tone: "I have never been emotional, only she has a final use."

Yan Chaosheng took out the green beads from his sleeve. Although the beads were bright, they were also dim.

Wo Jiang took a deep breath and felt a chill all over.

"For the power of Hui Ling, you actually committed so many crimes! Yan Chaosheng, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Yan Chaosheng's lips: "The consequences? It's nothing more than being intolerable and never being reincarnated."

"You want to find her? You want the last bit of Huiling power in her."

Yan Chaosheng said: "Yes, this bead is far from enough."

Wo Jiang became angry: "Then why didn't you just poach her heart? With her heart, you don't have to worry about your great cause failing!"

Yan Chaosheng pursed his lips and said nothing. After a while, he said: "Huiling's heart is not yet mature, and there is no time."

"Fart! Fart!" The old man couldn't hold the wine glass firmly and jumped up on the spot, "You are a mighty devil and a descendant of Xiang Liu. If you want to ripen a heart, there are many ways. You are clearly treating her..."

He saw Yan Chaosheng's expression as cold as a pair of black eyes, like a deep pool, staring at him.

Wo Jiang swallowed what he was about to say and sat down on the stone bench with all his strength. He didn't know whether he pitied Yan Chaosheng or whether he should hate Yan Chaosheng. Wo Jiang sighed and took out a few pieces of divination peach wood from his arms.

The peach wood has no edges and corners, and its luster is extremely good. At first glance, it looks like a sacred object that has been around for thousands of years.

While Wo Jiang was casting the spell, he murmured: "You are a bastard. You should not have married this little girl in the first place. If the young master was still here...if the young master was still here, I don't know how heartbroken he would be. Fortunately, he left early.

The little girl doesn't know anything. Innocence and ignorance are the happiest things. Now you are still embarrassing me. I wonder if divination requires cultivation!"

The "bastard" in Wo Jiang's mouth sat opposite him, always watching his movements calmly.

When the peach trees were put together, a picture appeared out of thin air. It was the end of the March Bridge, and the world of fireworks——

The woman was wearing a wedding dress, holding an umbrella, standing on the bridge, her eyes confused, not knowing where to go.

It's okay for Wo Jiang not to look at it, but he couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he looked at it.

Others were unclear, but Wo Jiang knew exactly what Liu Shuang was doing. She was waiting for Shaoyou. The young master of their Kunlun Immortal Mirror was Mo Shaoyou.

She has no home, no place to go, and because she has lost her heart, she is at a loss as to where to go. In the whole world, she has only one last friend left, Shaoyou.

Until now, Liu Shuang thought that Shaoyou was just a young disciple of the Taomu clan, a side branch of the ancient bloodline.

Little did they know that there was an immortal in Kunshan, the young master Jimo, named Shaoyou.

Extreme wisdom must be damaged. Since Liu Shuang got married a hundred years ago, Shaoyou returned to Kunlun and learned that Kunlun's immortal veins were gradually withering away. He volunteered to transform himself into a mirror and become a new spiritual vein to protect Kunlun forever.

He fell into the Kunlun Wonderland and turned into the fairy breeze and morning dew. Since then, the Kunlun Wonderland has gradually declined and gradually regained its original grand appearance.

Elder Wo Jiang, who guarded Jimo Shaoyou when he was growing up, came here to live in seclusion and was very sad.

Wo Jiang knew very well the feelings buried deep in Shaoyou's heart. If Liu Shuang had not belonged to him, even if Shaoyou couldn't bear the decline of Kunlun, he would not have resolutely used his body as a spiritual source to protect Kunlun's well-being for thousands of years.

The more Wo Jiang thought about it, the angrier he became, and shouted: "Okay, we have found the person. Did you see it? You don't want her, and she doesn't want you anymore. When she is dying, she is waiting for my young master. Get out of here, get out of here,

I have done everything I can for you, and Kunlun Wonderland will no longer owe the Demon Lord anything from now on!"

Yan Chaosheng looked at the girl in the picture, stood up and walked out.

Even when Wo Jiang used Jimo Shaoyou to provoke him, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Wo Jiang angrily threw a cup at him, but he didn't dare to hit him. He only dared to hit the peach tree next to him. He pointed at the mulberry tree and scolded the locust tree: "You beast, I don't want to let him go until the last moment. I have to squeeze him out."

It’s worth it to the end! It’s totally unconscionable! You can take whatever Huiling power you want, but people are already disillusioned with you anyway.”

After scolding, Yan Chaosheng paused in his steps.

Wo Jiang was afraid that he would be too narrow-minded to care about him, so he was preparing to run away with a guilty conscience. Unexpectedly, Yan Chaosheng did not look back, and disappeared into the peach forest in a few steps.

Wo Jiang blew the peach wood doll in his hand to life and sighed softly. The wind in the peach forest was rustling, and it seemed that someone was crying and sad.

"Young Master, if you are alive, if you are alive, alas..."

The wind blows and the flowers fall, and the gentle man who once broke the willows on the bridge will never come back.

Liu Shuang stood on the bridge and saw how many origami cranes had been sent.

To this day, Shaoyou still hasn't come. Her spiritual power is almost exhausted, and she doesn't know if she can wait for Shaoyou to come.

She remembered that two hundred years ago, the first spell Shaoyou taught her was to turn willow leaves into paper cranes.

Shaoyou looked at her ignorant eyes and said: "You are not a real mortal after all. You don't know how to use magic to get around, so you will inevitably encounter accidents. I will teach you the art of finding people. If you learn this art, you will be better off when you encounter difficulties next time.

Come to me."

He pondered for a moment, then folded the willow leaves, and the leaves turned into paper cranes in his hands, dancing gracefully around Liu Shuang.

Lyu's eyes lit up, and he took one and put it in his palm.

This was the first spell she learned. When traveling with Shaoyou, she always used this spell to find him.

A few days ago, there were still blood and tears in Liu's eyes. These days, she is no longer sad. To be more precise, she no longer feels sad.

Her eyes were confused and she didn't know what to do.

So she relied on her memory and stood at the bridge, waiting for Shaoyou, Bahuang's last friend. She always felt that she might be dying. She touched her chest, but it was empty and there was nothing inside.

Liu Shuang thought, I want to say goodbye to Shaoyou. If there is anything worth cherishing and cherishing in the world, I'm afraid only Shaoyou is left.

She felt that she was a little useless. Shaoyou knew where she was born and grew up, but she didn't know where Shaoyou's hometown was. To think that someone as free and easy as him, as a loose immortal, would always live in an uncertain place.

So.

If she could wait for Shaoyou to come, she would like to hear how beautiful the mountains and rivers that Shaoyou traveled to during these years were.

Liu Shuang didn't know if she had any regrets. It was raining lightly.

She originally didn't have any money and couldn't afford an umbrella. An old man selling umbrellas saw how pitiful she was and gave her a crimson oil-paper umbrella.
To be continued...