Painting of the Nine Immortals

Bright moon hangs high and sprinkles Qinghui.

A bronze soul lamp was suspended in midair, neither bright nor weak.

It is Lin Qingyi's soul lamp.

If it goes out, it proves that she has fallen, otherwise, it proves that she is safe and sound.

"Tsing Yi, you shouldn't lie to me."

Ling Xian sighed softly, the moment he learned that Lin Qingyi was dead, his heart was tortured, and he is still suffering.

But now, Lin Qingyi is not dead. He just feels that spring is blooming and the whole world is sunny.

"Wait for me, even if I look through the universe, I will find you." Ling Xianxing looked deep, looked at the Seven Princesses, and smiled: "Thank you very much."

"You finally smiled at me." The seventh princess sighed, and she trembled at the thought of Ling Xian's cold eyes.

It was too terrible, like a peerless fierce, invincible demon, she didn't even have the courage to look at it.

"I took away the soul lamp of Tsing Yi. If there is something, go to Wan Jianzong to find my disciples."

Ling Xian smiled a little, Wan Jianzong is not the same as before, even if you look at the entire Yongxian Star, they are ranked on the top.

As long as it is not too much trouble, Wan Jianzong can solve the seven princesses.

"I thought you would blame me for deceiving you." The Seven Princess smiled slightly, not expecting that Lingxian not only did not blame her, but gave her a promise.

"That's Tsing Yi's idea, not to mention that you have confessed."

"I wouldn't know how long I would have to suffer if it weren't for the truth." Ling Xian smiled and rejoiced.

Although Lin Qingyi has not been found, as long as she is not dead, he feels relieved and happy.

"You and her are in deep affection, I hope you can find her, and look so good to the head." The Seven Princesses sincerely wish.

"Let you say goodbye, goodbye."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, and took Lin Qingyi's soul lamp carefully into the storage bag, and then flew towards the Great Qin Dynasty.

Along the way, his smile never disappeared, showing how much he was happy.

Three days later, Ling Xian came to the Ling family in Qingcheng, only to see Ling Hu, but not to see Ling Tianxiang and other acquaintances.

Hundred years later, Ling Tianxiao has already fallen, and the person in charge of the Ling family at this moment is Ling Hu.

Although he is a collateral, no one dares to oppose him because of Ling Xian's relationship.

After seeing Linghu, Lingxian left a Lingdan Mountain, a magic mountain, and then left Ling family in the eyes of the worship of Ling children.

...

On the top of the mountains, Ling Xian used fingertips to depict the appearance of Lin Qingyi.

Behind him, An Qiushui stood upright and said nothing.

After a while, Ling Xian handed the painting to An Qiushui, and said, "Pass this painting all over Yongxian, whoever you find the person in the painting, you will get two supernatural powers."

"Yes."

An Qiushui took the scroll and saw that the person in the painting was gray-haired, wrinkled, and curious, "Master, who is she?"

"Your sister-in-law." Ling Xian smiled lightly, "She was lost, I want to find him."

"Mother-in-law?" An Qiushui froze, never dreaming, Lingxian would never forget an old lady.

"Strange?"

Ling Xian smiled gently, rubbed An Qiushui's head, and said, "The story is very long and complicated. Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course I think." An Qiushui was curious. She knew that there were many women who admired Lingxian, without exception, they were all glorious.

Therefore, she wants to know what magic the people in the painting can make Ling Xian remember.

"This will start from my hometown, Qingcheng." Ling Xian smiled, and spoke bit by bit with Lin Qingyi.

When I heard that Lin Qingyi was trying to save Lingxian, she did not hesitate to abandon the face that the woman cares most about.

When I heard Lin Qingyi would rather endure the pain of sadness and heartbreak, and lie to Ling Xian that she was dead, An Qiushui couldn't help crying.

She is a woman and understands Lin Qingyi's practices. She also knows how much pain Lin Lin has endured.

"Master, you must treat her well." An Qiushui moved, and finally understood why Ling Xian would never forget the person in the painting.

"I will." Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Go, at all costs, find your sister-in-law."

"Reverend Master, rest assured, I will find the Master." An Qiushui looked firm and turned to leave.

"Hopefully, you are in Yongxing."

Ling Xian murmured to himself, as long as Lin Qingyi was at Yongxianxing, he could find it, but if he left Yongxianxing, it would be a haystack.

Right now, he closed his eyes and waited calmly.

As time passed, news continued to come, but in the end, it was confirmed to be false.

This disappointed Ling Xian, knowing that Lin Qingyi was probably no longer at Yongxian Star, otherwise, there would be no clue.

"Wait another three months, if there is no news, I will go to the Valley of Worry, and then leave Yongxian Star." Ling Xian muttered to himself, waiting quietly.

As time passed, three months later, there was still no news of Lin Qingyi.

This made Ling Xian realize that most of Lin Qingyi was no longer with Yongxing Star, and it was just futile to wait.

Therefore, he left Wan Jianzong and went to Wangyou Valley.

In the past, in order to transform mana, he entered the valley of forgetfulness.

When he left, a mysterious being told him that when he saw him, he would send him a fortune.

Therefore, Lingxian went to Wangyou Valley, intending to ask for mysterious opportunities.

Ten days later, he arrived at Wangyou Valley and said, "Come here as promised, and ask your presence."

The words fell, and there was no response for a long time.

Ling Xian was not in a hurry, he hovered in the air, waiting patiently.

Half an hour later, the valley of white clouds filled with white mist, and a figure was faintly visible. It was not a human or animal shape, but the shape of valley of forgetfulness.

"Finally appeared."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "You should remember what you said."

"Remember," Xuying said, "I didn't expect to see you at the ninth level when I said goodbye."

"I didn't expect that you would forget to worry about Gu Chengling." Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that the shadows were similar to the piano, calligraphy, and painting, all of which gave birth to spiritual deities and had not yet completely transformed into spirits.

"You should be curious, why do I know the secrets of the endless years." Xu Ying said lightly, although not completely transformed into spirit, but its mind is not inferior to adults.

"It's really curious. No one can know such a secret thing."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the proud king of heaven betrayed the universe. There is no record of even a few words in ancient books. It is conceivable how secretive this is.

"Xuanhuangxian King has two residences, one is Taishangfu, and the other is Wanggu Valley."

"At the time of the war, I had spirituality, so I knew that the proud King of Heaven had betrayed the universe." Xu Ying said coldly, and anyone could hear it, with a monstrous hatred in its tone.

"That's it." Ling Xian was shocked, knowing why Xingying would know such a secret thing, and why it could become a spirit.

In the place where the fairy king lived for a long time, it is naturally possible to become a spirit.

"I'm here to ask for an opportunity." Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Please honor your promise."

Hearing the words, Xuying said lightly: "I have three fortunes, you can only choose one of them."