Painting of the Nine Immortals

The elixir flew, magic weapons fluttered, shaking everyone in Wan Jianzong.

Then the scene was confusing.

Everyone, even the elders, is no exception.

This made An Qiushui look dull, and after a long while, he returned to God: "Master, your handwriting is too big."

On hearing that, Ling Xian smiled slightly and said nothing.

In his mind, the Sansheng Pavilion is as important as Wan Jianzong, and naturally he cannot be equal.

Therefore, he also rained two rains in Wan Jianzong.

"In addition to the magical powers, I have another gift for you." Ling Xian smiled at the corner of her mouth, threw her big sleeves, and three magic weapons emerged.

Like the magic weapon given to the heart of the palace, attack on the left, imprison in the middle, and defend on the right.

Although it is not a supreme soldier, it is also a rare magic weapon, which is enough for An Qiushui to leapfrog.

"Thank you very much, Master." An Qiushui smiled, and said, "Master, you are too esoteric to pass my exercises, I can't get through."

"Anyway, I'll explain it for you." Ling Xian chuckled, no matter whether it was the creation of Heavenly Gong or Jiu Miaoyin, he had cultivated, and it was no problem to explain An Qiushui.

At the moment, he spoke softly to explain to An Qiushui.

After a short while, An Qiushui suddenly became bright, and it wasn't long before he could enter the room.

"I've said everything I have to say. Next, it's up to you."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Go and see some old friends for the teacher."

After hearing that, An Qiushui's beautiful eyes were dark and she couldn't bear Ling Xian.

Seeing this, Ling Xian rubbed her little head and turned and flew towards the Tang family.

Two days later, he arrived at the Tang family, where he saw a red-clad Tang Shishi.

She fell in love with the country, she was graceful and luxurious, and she was innocent when she first saw her.

This made Ling Xian sigh softly. In the rushing century of fantasy, Tang Shisan was the only woman who did not betray him.

Therefore, he always has a special feeling for Tang Shisan.

"Thirteen, I have prepared two gifts for you, one is Bu Laoquan and the other is Zhuan Dan."

Looking at the thrilling Tang XIII, Ling Xian smiled and said, "The former can extend your life for you, and the latter can keep you young forever."

Speaking, Bu Laoquan and Zhuan Dan emerged, making Tang Shishi's smile rich.

It does n’t matter if you are Laoquan or Zhan Yandan, it ’s a fetish that a woman ca n’t refuse, not to mention that it ’s still from Lingxian. Can she not be happy?

"Count on your conscience, and you never forgot me."

"What are you crying for? Go, I'll take you around Yunzhou." Ling Xian smiled softly, holding Tang Shishi's hand, traveling Sanchuan, and watching Wuyue.

The scene of Yunzhou, Tang Shisan watched too many times, and was tired of it, but Lingxian was beside him, and the desert was a wonderland.

Ten days later, Lingxian bid farewell to Tang Shishi, and went to see Mo Qingneng, Sun Zehao and other old friends.

Then, he went to the 36 islands overseas and met the descendants of Feng Qingming, Yan Ningzhi.

As usual, Ling Xian sent her Bulaoquan and Zhuan Dan to swim with her across 36 islands.

This broke the heart of those who adore Yan Ningzhi, never dreaming that Yan Ningzhi, who was cold to anyone, would snuggle up in the arms of a man and smile so happily.

Ten days later, Ling Xian returned to Yunzhou and came to Lin Qingyi's tomb.

There was no wailing, no sorrow and sorrow. Some were just silence, deathless silence.

Like this lone tomb, lonely and cold, lifeless.

"Tsing Yi, I'm here to see you." Ling Xian leaned down, stretched out her right hand tremblingly, and slowly stroked the words Lin Qingyi, as if touching Lin Qingyi's cheek.

Although it's been a long time, as long as he thinks of the light blue and white clothes and the slight smile, his heart is stinging.

"Sorry, I couldn't find a way to resurrect you."

Ling Xian sighed, still remembering that in the cave, she struck Tsing Yi with her sword across her neck.

With a single glance, he was instantly moved.

However, Lin Qingyi has been here forever, can he not hurt?

"If your heart doesn't move, it doesn't hurt, but unfortunately, you and I have moved." Ling Xian sighed softly.

"It's her misfortune and her luck to meet you."

A sigh sounded, and the Seven Princesses stepped out of the void, with a phoenix crown and a dragon robe, and grace and luxury.

She hasn't seen her for many years, she is still so bright and moving, like a female emperor sitting on the top of nine days, coming to the world and overlooking all beings.

"If I can come back, I choose not to see it, not to owe it." Ling Xian sighed, he owed Lin Qingyi too much, and his life was unclear.

"Tsing Yi told me that when I met you and fell in love with you, she didn't regret it."

The seven princess took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "I am very envious of Tsing Yi. I envy her for having a man like you, thinking of her and thinking of her."

"You are an empress, and there are no fewer people who like you." Ling Xian looked calm and rose.

"But they're not as good as you."

The seven princess sighed and said, "There is a secret that has been in my heart for hundreds of years. Today, I want to tell you."

"I'm not interested in your secrets." Ling Xian said lightly.

"If I say, is it about Tsing Yi?" Seven Princess smiled slightly.

"Tsing Yi?" Ling Xian Jianmei frowned slightly. "Say."

After hearing the words, the seven princess smiled slightly and spit out four words slowly.

"Tsing Yi is not dead."

The words fell, and Shi was shocked.

Ling Xian trembled and stared at the Seven Princess: "What do you say? Say it again!"

"I said Tsing Yi wasn't dead."

Staring at Ling Xian, the seven princesses were all cold, like a falling ice cave.

It's terrible, it's like being targeted by an archaic fierce beast, and it doesn't dare to move.

"Not dead ... Tsing Yi is not dead ..." Ling Xian laughed and cried.

At this moment, his world was clear. Although he didn't see Lin Qingyi, as long as he knew she wasn't dead, he was at ease.

"In that year, she burned Shouyuan to save you, from a beautiful woman with a glorious age, to an old woman with a dead candle."

Seeing Ling Xian with tears in her smile, Princess Seven sighed softly: "She doesn't want you to see her look, so let me lie to you that she is dead."

"Tsing Yi, you are too stupid." Ling Xian sighed, Lin Qingyi was only to save him, and then he turned into that look. Would he be disgusted?

"She loves you so much that she doesn't want you to guard an old man." Princess Seven was guilty and said, "Sorry, I deceived you."

"I just ask you, where is Tsing Yi?" Ling Xian stared at the Seven Princess tightly, with hopes and concubines.

At that time, Lin Qingyi did not have much life. He was afraid that a hundred years would pass and Lin Qingyi had returned to his hometown.

"I do not know."

The seven princess shook her head and saw Ling Xian's eyes blooming coldly, and hurriedly added: "But you can rest assured that the soul lamp has not gone out, which proves that Tsing Yi is living well."

After hearing that, the chill in Ling Xian's eyes disappeared and replaced with a smile.

This made Seven Princess relieved, and her back was soaked.

At that moment, she felt that Ling Xian was the devil who had slaughtered all living beings, and did not even dare to breathe.

"Give me the soul lamp of Tsing Yi." Ling Xian smiled slightly. Before that, his wish was to resurrect Lin Qingyi. At this moment, he found Lin Qingyi.

Although this is no different than finding a needle in a haystack, it is easier than resurrection.

"it is good."

The Seven Princess didn't dare to refuse. Although she had cultivated to the sixth realm, she was sure that Ling Xian's thoughts would make her stunned!

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Cavan, there is no third chapter, forgive me.