Fairy Zhenhuan looked at Fang Ling standing proudly, feeling troubled in her heart. If Fang Ling were an ordinary monk, she could have someone expel Fang Ling from Zhenhuan Palace.
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In terms of cultivation, Fang Ling should be above her.
She didn¡¯t understand the situation when Yin Chen and the two brought the concubine. After all, she didn¡¯t need to know about such a small thing. She only needed to see Hua Shuying come to Zhenhuan Palace, and that was enough.
But it is conceivable that if Fang Ling had the level of cultivation he has now, he would never let Yin Jade and Yin Chen take Hua Shuying away.
¡°To allow her to see her or not to see her, these two thoughts kept rolling in her heart, making Fairy Zhenhuan, who had been in charge of Zhenhuan Palace for many years, unable to make up her mind for a moment.
Just when Fairy Zhenhuan was hesitating, Fang Ling had already moved forward. He ignored Fairy Zhenhuan's attitude and just walked towards the main peak of Zhenhuan Palace.
Several Nascent Soul Ancestors from Zhenhuan Palace looked at Fairy Zhenhuan with searching eyes.
In their hearts, they were also unwilling to intercept him. After all, the battle just now made them feel how terrifying Fang Ling was.
If he and others intercept him, then if Fang Ling gets violent, someone will definitely die.
And the person who died was definitely not Fang Ling!
Facing these looks, Fairy Zhenhuan finally chose to remain silent. If she opens her mouth at this time, there is only one way to intercept her.
But from her heart, she was also unwilling to intercept, and she did not dare to intercept.
There is only one hope in her heart at this time. That is, the two of them met once, and then Fang Ling left on his own.
Although in her heart. She felt that this situation was unlikely, but she could hope for it. That's all.
The mountain road was winding, Fang Ling stepped forward, and in just a moment, he reached the bottom of the main peak. Along the way, I didn't meet anyone who stopped me.
Using the power of one person to suppress a sect not only made many disciples of Zhenhuan Palace feel humiliated, but also made many people look at the figure walking up the mountain with admiration.
There is even a thought that arises in the minds of many people. When can I single-handedly suppress a sect that no one dares to say?
Fang Ling was calm on the surface. In the eyes of the Zhenhuan Palace disciples, Fang Ling was undoubtedly very calm at this time, but in fact, Fang Ling's heart was filled with something called excitement.
What will happen when you see Hua Shuying this time? Thirty years no see. Will she still be the woman who embraces him and shares life and death with him?
What kind of situation will it be like when she sees herself?
These thoughts kept rising and falling in Fang Ling's heart. He didn't ask anyone for directions, but he could feel Hua Shuying right in front of him.
Not far ahead, a cave is looming. The cave is not too big. But it is the gathering place of the spiritual energy of the entire mountain.
Outside the cave, a woman in white was looking at Fang Ling quietly. Fang Ling was not unfamiliar with this woman.
This person. It's silver jade. Like Yin Chen, her cultivation and appearance have not changed at all in the past thirty years.
Yinyu, who seemed to have received the news, looked at Fang Ling in disbelief. After Fang Ling approached, Yinchen finally respectfully saluted Fang Ling and said: "Yinyu pays homage to Patriarch Fang!"
Fang Ling looked at Yinyu, and for a moment he felt that time had gone back. It was like yesterday when the two of them came across from each other and threatened everyone.
"How are you, Sister Shuying?" Fang Ling waved his hand, lifted up Yinyu's kneeling body, and asked softly.
Yinyu pondered for a moment and said: "The concubine is in retreat. Now is the critical moment. Mr. Fang, can you wait a little longer?"
Fang Ling's eyes instantly shot out two rays of cold light. Under this cold light, Yinyu felt that his mind was trembling crazily.
She felt that as long as she dared to tell half a lie at this time, she might be waiting for a blow like a violent storm.
"The concubine is really in retreat, please invite Mr. Fang" Yinyu plucked up the courage and said to Fang Ling again in a deep voice.
Fang Ling nodded and waved towards Yinyu, indicating that she could leave.
After hesitating for a moment, Yinyu finally chose to leave.
As Yinyu left, Fang Ling was the only one left on the huge mountain peak. Facing the closed cave, he pondered for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: "Sister Shuying, please see Fang Ling. "
Fang Ling's feelings for Hua Shuying are undoubtedly complicated. The love generated by one's own consciousness also has a trace of attachment when it is integrated with the memory of the owner.
Now, these bursts of emotions have made Fang Ling feel a little confused. He doesn't know what kind of attitude he should have when facing Hua Shuying.
The door of the cave was gently pushed open, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Fang Ling. This figure appeared in Fang Ling's mind many times, and the familiar appearance was just like yesterday.
Looking at Hua Shuying pushing out the door, Fang Ling took a breath and walked quickly towards Hua Shuying, but at this moment, another barrier suddenly rose in his heart.
This thing is invisible and intangible, but it really exists next to two people.
"Long time no see, always nice!" Hua Shuying's voice was soft and gentle with a hint of indifference.
¡° Loving someone does not require eyes, you can feel it directly with your heart. Hua Shuying's calmness and indifference, seeing Fang Ling's indifference as if meeting ordinary friends, made Fang Ling's heart hurt for some unknown reason. Over the years, thinking about Hua Shuying was like a surging flood, constantly motivating him to move forward. Unexpectedly, this hard-won meeting would be like this.
Fang Ling suddenly felt that the persistent emotion hidden in his heart was only getting stronger and stronger in his heart. In fact, the emotional dam in his fantasy did not collapse completely at this moment as he imagined. Thinking of this, Fang Ling felt an indescribable disappointment and loneliness in his heart.
In the cave, on the exquisite ice jade table, mist of smoke floated out from a small jade pot. This jade pot is only the size of a fist, but the smoke that comes out is extremely fragrant and intoxicating.
Fang Ling and Hua Shuying sat on both sides of the table. Neither of them spoke. Fang Ling came to Zhenhuan Palace and thought he had countless things to say, but at this moment, he felt that he could not say anything. .
"This is the best Yunwu tea in Zhenhuan Palace. Try it!" Hua Shuying gently moved the poured water towards Fang Ling and said quietly.
Fang Ling picked up the water glass and took a sip. A faint lingering fragrance instantly filled his mind.
"You have always been kind to me these years!" Fang Ling put down the tea cup in his hand and finally asked in a deep voice.
Hua Shuying picked up the teapot, filled Fang Ling's cup again, and then said: "It's pretty good. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but now I'm used to it."
"To be honest, going back to the place where I lived for hundreds of years is like going back to the past."
When Hua Shuying said this, a faint smile appeared on her face and she said: "When I died and was reincarnated, I thought it was a dead end, but I didn't expect that there would be a bright future, which would allow me to live again."
These words made Fang Ling's heart tremble. Although the people in front of him all spoke like Hua Shuying, they gave him a strange feeling.
Fang Ling once thought that Hua Shuying might desperately throw herself into his arms at the moment she reunited with him, tell him her long-standing feelings for him, and kiss his eyes, his cheeks, and His lips. From now on, they would never let anything tie them down to ruin their relationship. However, when he finally found her and faced her, all his fantasies and efforts faded into nothing at that moment. For a moment, Fang Ling couldn't find any reason to comfort himself.
"I am the divine concubine of Zhenhuan Palace, and of course, Hua Shuying is also me. It's just that after recovering the original memory, the life at that time was just a dream, a passing smoke."
The passing smoke is poignant and cold.
Although Fang Ling doesn't want to believe that this is the case, he is the ancestor of Nascent Soul after all and understands that if a person's main memory is restored, other memories will become part of the main memory.
Even though Hua Shuying only had him in her heart at that time, if Hua Shuying's memory became part of the memory of the concubine, everything would be different.
He looked at the concubine, and a trace of murderous intent arose in his heart, but this murderous intent dissipated completely in an instant.
Fang Ling has never thought of himself as an indecisive person, but now, he really doesn't know what to do.
Kill the main consciousness of the concubine and let Hua Shuying come back? But for Hua Shuying, the memory of this concubine should be her real memory.
what to do? What should I do now?
"A few years ago, before I became the Nascent Soul, I once sent someone to see you in the State of Lu, but it didn't last long.Unfortunately, they didn't get your message. "
Hua Shuying's expression was normal, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her: "I didn't expect that you are the powerful demon Fang Ling in the Southern Chu Kingdom."
"Both I and Hua Shuying are very happy to know that you are so promising." At this moment, Fang Ling didn't know whether to call her Hua Shuying or the divine concubine, and said quietly again: "Similarly, also Proud of you."
There was a controlled indifference on Hua Shuying's face. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said expressionlessly. Fang Ling felt as if he was seriously ill and weak. It's like a dream I've had for many years was punctured like a balloon and deflated instantly.
After trying hard to calm down his emotions, Fang Ling's expression slowly became calmer, and he said in a deep voice: "I came to Zhenhuan Palace this time just to let my sister make a choice and leave here freely. Let¡¯s continue to stay in Zhenhuan Palace!¡± (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster updates!