In fact, although Chao Rushuang could not see it on the surface, she faintly heard Jian Nanchun and Lin Yi whispering strange things.
What fate? What promise?
But she did not care. She simply felt that this young man was too friendly.
In addition, Chao Rushuang was quite interested in the young man's background, so she remained silent and waited for changes.
Irin casually asked about what happened after that day at Malou Mountain.
It turned out that after that day, Jian Nanchun arrived in time to help Chao Rushuang escape.
That black-robed old man, perhaps knowing that the mission had failed, decisively fled after Jian Nanchun's arrival and did not continue to fight.
They flew towards the northeast and perfectly passed by Irin and the others.
The Dongsheng Divine Prefecture was vast, so it was not surprising that they missed the flight route by a thousand miles.
Jian Nanchun's thoughts echoed Irin's. He secretly regretted leaving in such a hurry that he did not leave a tracking spell on the Princess Royal. So he could only choose to believe Withered Leaf Zen Master. They first went to the coast of the East Sea to wait for the Princess Royal.
Along the way, Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang deliberately spread the news to let the people chasing after the Princess Royal hear it and clear many obstacles for Irin and the others.
Speaking of which, there was an interesting incident.
On the way to track Irin, they were inadvertently led astray by the traces left by Irin and delayed a lot of time.
In short, the Princess Royal safely arrived at the coast of the East Sea. Jian Nanchun had completed his sect's orders and was relieved.
The killers came to the fishing village in advance and slaughtered the local residents. They disguised themselves as fishermen and wanted to fish in troubled waters. Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang were caught off guard.
But Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang easily saw through the killers' tricks and killed their way back.
The two killings were so close in time that the smell of blood was thick and did not dissipate.
Irin listened to Jian Nanchun's narration and secretly sighed. In this world, human life was lowly, worthless like an ant.
People without power died just like that. Their deaths were lowly and worthless.
After sighing, they rested for a while and prepared to go to the Immortal Mountain.
At the edge of the fishing village was a high cliff. The cliff was dozens of meters high from the sea. The raging waves crashed against the waves, and the white roar was like a dragon. The tide rose and fell, rolling and relaxing at times. The sea view was quite spectacular.
The four of them stood at the edge of the cliff. With a flick of her wrist, an ancient flute as clean as white jade appeared between her slender fingers.
Chao Rushuang gently tilted her head, facing the sea. Her eyes were slightly closed as she played the ancient flute.
He saw a plain-clothed beauty with a snow-white neck. Her figure was otherworldly, and her clothes fluttered in the wind.
Jian Ruchun stared blankly at the scene of the beauty playing the flute. Looking at the snow-white skin exposed from his junior sister's lapel, he couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.
Two words kept surging out of his heart: What a good flute! What a good flute! What a good flute!
"Ahem, pay attention to your image."
On the side, Irin could not help but poke Jian Nanchun's waist with her elbow, reminding him not to be too rash.
Only then did Jian Nanchun come back to his senses. His old face reddened. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to.
And standing beside Irin, the Eldest Princess's face first became blurry with admiration amidst the sound of the flute. But very quickly, confusion rose in her eyes. She couldn't help but hug the brocade package in her arms tightly. It seemed that only the treasure in her arms could give her a faint sense of security.
Irin glanced at Xia Xiaoman.
In reality, he felt that it was not easy for Xia Xiaoman. The Eldest Princess of the Qing Kingdom, for various reasons, had been forced to wander about without a home. Even the legendary celestial mountain was just an unknown place for her to go. One could imagine the uneasiness in her heart.
"Since we're here, let's make the best of it."
Irin comforted Xia Xiaoman in a small voice.
Hearing this, Xia Xiaoman couldn't help but roll her eyes. She thought to herself, If you hadn't scared me, I would have long thrown everything aside and returned to the Qing Kingdom. Why would I need to come here? Although she thought this in her heart, her body was honest. The Eldest Princess's slightly curled shoulders relaxed a little and she relaxed a little.
In fact, Irin comforted Xia Xiaoman with a selfish motive.
Whether or not Xia Xiaoman went to the celestial mountain and entered the Heavenly Rapier Gate had nothing to do with Irin.
But now, it was much more important.
The Emperor's Seal in her arms was Irin's main task, one of the seven keys.
If Xia Xiaoman ran away just like that, it would cause trouble out of thin air. It would not be good.
Therefore, Irin comforted Xia Xiaoman and let her stay in the Heavenly Rapier Gate. Irin also had the intention of keeping the Emperor's Seal with him.
As for snatching it now?
Oh, was there any use in snatching it now?
If it was left with Xia Xiaoman, wouldn't it be his sooner or later? There was not much difference.
As the few of them had different thoughts, Chao Rushuang stopped playing. Her calm face looked at the sea as if she could see through the sea fog and reach the celestial mountain thousands of miles away.
Jian Nanchun suddenly thought of something. He lowered his head and carefully reminded them, "The two of you, no matter what you see or hear later, don't say too much. Don't ask too much. Otherwise, bear the consequences. Don't roll your eyes. I'm talking about you! "
When Jian Nanchun saw that the boy surnamed Lin was absent-minded, he wished he could take out his sword and stab him to teach him a lesson.
Why did his face look so ordinary, but the more he looked at it, the more hateful it became?
I can't hold it in any longer.
In the distance, after Chao Rushuang's whistling stopped, there was a series of strange cries, as if in response.
At first, the cries seemed to come from the horizon. But when he listened carefully, it seemed to come from under his feet. In the end, it became a sound from all directions. It was like the sound of the wind, like crying, like complaining. It was low and mellow. Irin tried to distinguish for a while, but he could not tell what the strange cries were coming from.
"Shh."
Jian Nanchun's face turned serious. He raised his index finger, indicating for them to be quiet.
Following the strange cries, a small black dot appeared in the fog.
The black dot came from afar at an extremely fast speed, approaching the edge of the cliff.
Irin squinted his eyes and looked. He found that the small dot was a little boy in a green robe. The little boy's long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, soft and smooth. His black hair was mixed with strands of white hair. He should be young and ignorant, but because of the few strands of white hair, the little boy exuded an aura of old age.
When Yi Lin shifted his gaze downwards, he discovered that the child who came from the distant fog was not stepping on the water surface. Beneath his feet, there was an endless shadow, like a moving piece of land. As the waves rose and fell, the sea surface sank. A corner of the shadow under the little boy's feet was exposed. It was a smooth brown surface. He did not know what kind of giant magic weapon it was.
"Let's go."
Chao Rushuang did not say much. He simply carried the Princess Royal and gently flew into the air, landing beside the little boy.
Similarly, Jian Nanchun thought that Irin did not know the Flying Technique, so he also carried Irin and landed on the "giant magic weapon".
As soon as they landed, Chao Rushuang bowed to the little boy. There was a bit of respect in his cold eyes. Chao Rushuang said softly, "Greetings to the Reception Elder."
Jian Nanchun hurriedly bowed as well, "Greetings to the Reception Elder."
Irin and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other.
This little boy seemed young and ignorant, but from Chao Rushuang and Jian Nanchun's tone, it seemed that his seniority was higher than both of them?
"Nanchun, the gifted child you mentioned, is he?"
The Reception Elder, who looked like a little boy but was much older than Jian Nanchun, looked at Irin warmly, sizing him up.
Jian Nanchun pressed down Irin and Xia Xiaoman's heads with both hands. He smiled and said, "This child is ignorant and shallow. I hope the Reception Elder will not blame him."
"It's okay."
The Reception Elder smiled and looked away from the two. He seemed to have lost interest and did not ask any more questions.
At this point, Jian Nanchun's back was slightly bent, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Irin observed the micro-expressions of the people on the magic weapon, and inadvertently found that Jian Nanchun seemed to be afraid of the little boy.
Where did this little boy come from?
Irin secretly kept an eye on him.
"Big Black, go."
The Reception Elder squatted down and gently patted the moist and smooth "ground" under his feet. At this time, the cry they heard at the edge of the cliff, once again resounded through the sky. The difference was that at this moment, standing here, Irin could clearly feel that with the rhythm of the cry, the "ground" under his feet trembled. It was like the vibration of some kind of biological organ. It shook Xia Xiaoman and Irin's eardrums and made them feel uncomfortable.
Irin was surprised and stared at the "floor".
It turned out that the "floor" under his feet was a huge object that looked like a magic weapon.
It actually,
Was alive?
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