Chapter 1043 The Demon Seed is Natural (77)
Let's just say that since we are lonely here, we might as well have some fun to pass the time.
"In the previous life, Zhou Ye was in the sixth heaven, and was given the killing mark by his ancestor who turned into a boy, and died in his dream..."
Speaking of this, Qinglong's voice paused for a while, and he could vaguely hear the sound of wailing, a faint choking sound.
He could hear Qinglong's feelings for Zhou Ye.
The two of them have only tens of thousands of years of friendship together. Such emotion can make Qinglong follow him life and death, which makes Aowu extremely emotional, and invisibly, a little sad.
He boasts that he has known Zhou Ye for thousands of years and thinks he is one of the people who knows her best in the world.
It now seems that Zhou Ye has more connections in his past life, and before that, there were too many pasts that were buried by the dust of time.
Qinglong raised his eyes and continued.
"I said I would meet her again."
Aowu quietly came closer and looked at the girl in front of him seriously.
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In the outer sky of the Nine Heavens, there are endless clouds and mist, which change without reason.
A silver-white palace is suspended above the clouds. It is simple and unpretentious, like something in a painting, without any life.
For millions of years, the six realms have been changing, the mountains and rivers have changed, the sun and the moon have rotated, and the only thing that remains unchanged is Poxu Palace.
Millions of years of silence and desolation have made this palace the most mysterious and noble place in the six realms. One day, a day that was no different from millions of years ago, a little girl with pigtails appeared in Poxu Palace.
The little girl is pretty and fair, with big dark eyes that seem to be able to talk, lively and lively.
She appeared inexplicably, and was taken in by the ancestor inexplicably.
All the immortals in the palace were surprised.
The appearance of the little girl can be regarded as the first strange thing in the palace in millions of years. No one knows why this girl appears and why the ancestor agreed to keep her.
When this girl first came, she was just a crying baby. The ancestor put her in the lotus pond behind the Dharma Hall and raised her for thousands of years. Finally, the child grew into a child in her sleep.
Thanks to the pure aura of the weather for thousands of years and the nourishment of the lotus in the spiritual pond, the little girl was born with a body of copper skin and iron bones. The aura around her body is rich, far surpassing that of most immortals who have practiced for tens of thousands of years.
The immortals who have been serving the ancestor all year round are full of doubts, but the ancestor has a cold temperament. No matter how curious they are, they naturally dare not ask more questions.
Three thousand years later, the child woke up from the lotus. He was able to run and jump. Unfortunately, he had slept all the way through his growth. Although his spiritual power was unfathomable, he was inhumane and could not speak. Although he had a lively and active temperament, , but couldn't speak, and would only stare at people with a pair of big round eyes. He seemed extremely out of place in this quiet and secluded palace.
The ancestor has been in seclusion all year round, so the children play alone in the palace. Several immortals are also diligent in practicing. When the ancestor is in retreat, most of them are practicing in seclusion. We must not waste the rich spiritual energy in this place. .
After all, this is the holy land of cultivation that the six worlds dream of. The Buddha's light is universal, it is quiet and quiet, and it would be a big mistake to waste a moment.
In this way, the children would always play alone in the yard outside the palace. Outside the yard, a field of silver-white flowers was planted. They were rooted in the clouds and grew up by sucking spiritual energy. The flowers were neat and uniform. They were not blown by the wind and would not move for thousands of years. , no different from artificial flowers.
(End of chapter)