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The figure seemed to condense into smoke, and snowflakes penetrated his figure one by one.

Silent.

This feeling made me wonder if I had lost my hearing, was it because there was something wrong with my ears, or was there really no sound around me?

"Cough...hello?" I spoke tentatively.

It's so quiet here that I feel a little hesitant when I speak. Can the other party hear it?

This back is virtual and real, wearing a pure black gown, with a tall figure and a silent sculpture.

"...Can you hear me?" I asked with a frown, and walked a few steps forward.

The figure in the black long robe did not move, and I carefully moved to him step by step and looked over.

It's Quan Heng!

My God, how long has it been since I saw him?

How could he be here?

"Quan Heng, Quan Heng! Is it you?" I leaned over to him and shouted his name anxiously.

He was motionless, hanging in the air, looking dazed.

What are you doing... This is also an illusion?

I reached out and touched the hem of his clothes, and my hand passed through his body directly... Is this an image?

"...What are you doing? I'll give you some tips?" I complained helplessly.

What is this place?

I leaned against the faint fluorescent light in my palm and looked at this dark and cold world.

There seems to be no sound here. You can see snowflakes floating, but you can't hear the sound of the wind. It is rare to see an acquaintance who is as unconscious as an illusion.

"Quan Heng, you are here to show me something to give me?" I tried to evoke his reaction, "Where is your Qingluan? Jiang Qiyun said that you two are a pair... Why didn't you see her?"

I reached out and shook my hand on his body. I ran through his body and I ran into a cold metal object - a sword.

There was a long sword hidden in Quan Heng's image. I held the hilt of the sword, and his figure immediately dissipated like mist steaming.

What's the use of this sword? It's stuck in the snow and I can't pull it out at all.

Jiang Qiyun once said that Quan Heng was one of the arch guards of the Six Heavenly Palace, and his figure appeared here... Could it be that he was forming a formation?

Then other places will have such things?

The Yin-Yang Pisces and Bagua diagram on the hilt of the sword gave me a hint. If it is a formation, according to common sense, the Bagua plus the axis or the array eye is the Nine Palaces.

I squatted on the snow and drew a simple gossip picture on the snow with my fingers.

According to legend, Taihao Fuxi drew the Eight Trigrams in Guatai Mountain. With a painting, the Eight Trigrams contain all things in the universe and reflect the wisdom crystallization of the ancestors' human beings and all things in the universe.

I only know the basics, I don’t know if my inference is right, and I’m a little upset that I don’t have time to study hard. Jiang Qiyun has never taught me. If I had known that the road to practice was so difficult, I should have taught me earlier.

Anyway, I decided to start from here. If it is arranged according to the direction of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, then the remaining positions will not be difficult to find.

As long as I know what to do, I feel much more at ease and don’t have to think randomly or make trouble.

I calmed down and took off the tassels from the cloak and tied them to the hilt of the sword - preventing myself from going in the wrong direction.

As long as the first direction is determined, I have the confidence to continue walking. Before I go too far, I see the second back.

I don't recognize this back, and it should be the geological god of the Six Heavenly Palace. I reached out to his body and there was a weapon on his chest, which was also inserted into the ground.

These weapons are where they form a formation.

Soon, I "see" all the guardian saints of the Six Heavenly Palace.

The seventh method is Hei Wuchang, and I immediately guessed that the last method is Mr. Bai Wuchang.

Eight of the top ten Yin Zhengshus appeared here, and the person they were guarding... could only be that person?

There is a back view at the axis of the magic array.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the big sleeve shirt with dark golden dragon patterns spread on the ground, and a small pile of snowflakes were piled up on the shoulders.

The hands were slender and vigorous, and the gestures were as gorgeous as the white jade in the dark night, but the sword was as cold and ruthless as the murderous demon master.

Is it him?

He's sitting here forgot?

Is this the illusion? Or is this the illusion, and his back is also fake.

I dare not get too close.

Maybe this is an illusion, like a dream, and it will be broken if you touch it gently.

If it is true, can't you disturb him?

Jiang Qiyun once warned me, otherwise he would worry about it, not let him be reluctant to leave, not let him think like crazy, and not let him be confused!

The immortals can have the seven emotions and six desires of the gods, but they cannot occupy the dominance of the soul and soul.

This is even more true for immortals with priesthood. They abandon small love and have great love, and give mercy on all living beings and things, but they avoid the word "love".

But where can he... avoid this word between me?

I am not a god in the immortal family. I can express my joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and my longing, love and desire, but he... seems to express it as a sin.

He is not willing to act once or twice, but no matter how willful he is, he is within the rules.

He always has something to follow.

I couldn't help but move forward a small step, just a small step. Suddenly a howling wind blew in my ears, and the chaotic snowflakes came!

The wind is cut like a knife.

"Qi... cough cough... Qiyun?!" As soon as I opened my mouth, the snowflakes were blown into my throat, causing me to cough violently.

"Qiyun?!" I called in a low voice.

He doesn't move, can't he hear it? Or is he also an illusion?

If it is an illusion, then there must be a method in his body! Maybe it can help me unlock the darkness and coldness here.

I covered my face with my robe, blocked the cold wind that was as fierce as a knife, and walked towards him one step deep and one step shallow.

Just as I was about to reach out to touch his shoulder, a wisp of blue smoke slowly appeared on his shoulder, and quickly condensed into a human form.

It's him, is he looking at me?

"Qiyun? Are you... your soul out of your body?" I looked up at the blue figure in confusion.

He bent down, curled his lips and looked at me with a smile, and his eyes were dark.

This is not him.

"Mu Xiaoqiao..." He called me faintly.

I was shocked and jumped wildly with excitement!

It's been more than two months! I'm just living like a year!

He didn't forget me! He remembered me.

My tears overflowed my eyes, and the sourness and grievances in my belly made my voice change tone-

"You... since you know it's me, why don't you sit still?! I thought you were also an illusion-"

He smiled, and approached me quietly and asked, "What do you want if you are a real person? What do you want if you are an illusion?"

What is this strange problem?

"If it's a fantasy, I will continue to look for it! If it's a real person, I will... just..."
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