The Lord Xihua Palace looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find anything special about the young people on the seat. His qualifications were average and his cultivation was not worth mentioning. The only thing worthy of praise was this concentration.

However, in this world where strength is respected, everything is false without power.

Just like this time when I entered the fairyland and was washed away by blood, everyone guessed that it was made by the Palace of Eternal Life, but no one dared to say it clearly without evidence.

The Holy Land is a messenger who will not listen to their one-sided words. Only with sufficient evidence can the Holy Land interfere in this matter and punish the Palace of Eternal Life.

The disciples of Xihua Palace were cooking and pouring tea aside. The young and beautiful faces were curious. They looked at the legendary Jiuxiao Mengzun, and then at the young man who had been drinking tea quietly. The light in his eyes kept flashing.

Ning Chen had cups of tea after cup, and he was not very interested in the conversation between the Lord Xihua Palace and Meng Xuanji. The only choice between the two factions was to form an alliance, and the others were all polite words.

The little girl pouring tea next to her was very busy. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old and didn't have that much thought. She just followed the orders of her master to greet the guests of Xihua Palace.

Tea art is an art that is easy to learn but not easy to master. Although the disciples of Xihua Palace are still young, their level is no longer low.

The tea is sweet and moist, with a long aftertaste and fascinating.

Ning Chen unconsciously started the cup of tea that Fan Lingyue cooked in the pavilion where the Daxia and the Northern Mongolian army had fought against each other. As he thought about it, the tea in his hand had already drunk one cup after another.

Perhaps, he will never find that smell again in this life.

The moment Ning Chen lost his mind, his aura changed unconsciously. Meng Xuanji and Xihua Palace Master looked at each other at the same time, and a light flashed, something was wrong.

Feeling the eyes of the two, Ning Chen instantly restrained his mind, regained his rationality and calmness, and pressed all his emotions to the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that the breath of the former body returned to its original state, the doubt in Meng Xuanji's eyes still had not diminished at all. The feeling just now was not wrong. This was definitely not the oppressive force that a second-level acquired grade should have.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Lord Xihua Palace. She was wrong. This young man was not simple.

Thinking of this, the Lord Xihua Palace temporarily suppressed the alliance he wanted to propose. The lesson of entering the fairyland was vivid in her mind. She did not want to repeat the same mistake.

She trusts Meng Xuanji, but she doesn't trust the young man in front of her.

"Mengzun, you must be tired after rushing for such a long time. Why not take a night off first and talk about other things tomorrow?" The Lord of Xihua Palace smiled gently and said.

Meng Xuanji guessed the thoughts of the Palace Master Xihua, stood up and said, "Thank you."

"Wangyou, Wangyu, you are responsible for entertaining the two distinguished guests well, don't neglect them." The Lord Xihua Palace looked at the two disciples next to him and ordered.

"yes"

Two women with similar appearances walked out, immediately walked in front of them, and whispered, "Please"

Ning Chen put down the teacup with reluctance on his face and followed the two disciples of Xihua Palace to the outside of the hall.

In the west wing of Xihua Palace, Ning Chen was arranged to a small courtyard alone, which was still some distance from Meng Xuanji's residence.

As night fell, Wangyou brought the flower dew unique to Xihua Palace. When he saw Ning Chen standing in front of the house in a daze, he put the flower dew on the stone table in the yard.

"Young Master Ning, please" Wangyou said in a soft voice.

"Thank you" Ning Chen came to his senses, smiled politely, and said.

Wangyou stood quietly aside, silently waiting for instructions.

Ning Chen picked up the flower dew, took a bite, then put it down, glanced at the quiet woman beside him, and asked, "Your name is Wangyou?"

"Ye" Wangyou nodded slightly and responded.

"A good name" Ning Chen said.

"In my hometown, there is a kind of forgetful grass that always blooms in the mountains and fields, with light yellow flowers. Whenever the wanderer travels far away, his mother will pick a forgetful grass and transplant it into the yard, praying for the wanderer to be safe and worry-free in the future."

Thousands of words, now only regret remains. Ning Chen looked at the distant sky, and the light flashed in his eyes. Is the mother in his hometown still in the yard, waiting for the child to return every day?

Wangyou listened quietly, for a long time, and said softly, "What the young master said, Wangyou has written down."

Ning Chen came to his senses, smiled softly, and said, "I'm talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

After saying that, Ning Chen finished drinking the luster on the table, handed over the cup and tray, and said, "Thank you, it's too late, you can go back and rest."

Wangyou took it, Yingying took the gift, said nothing, and quietly retreated.

The bright moon shines brightly, and the waterfall is cold. The figure in the yard has been standing quietly, motionless. From a distance, it is so abrupt that even when standing under this world, it still seems out of place.

In Meng Xuanji's room, the Palace Master Xihua had been sitting for a long time, and no one knew the conversation between the two. However, before leaving, the Palace Master Xihua reminded him, "That young man named Ning Chen is very not simple, you have to be careful."

"I know"

Meng Xuanji nodded and replied.

After the Lord Xihua Palace left, Meng Xuanji walked out of the room and looked at the small courtyard where Ning Chen was. His spiritual sense swept over and his expression suddenly became stunned.

In the west wing, there was no one in the empty courtyard.

Meng Xuanji's figure flashed and came to Ning Chen's yard. She searched everywhere, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

In the night, a plain white figure streaked across the night sky and headed towards the north.

This is the first time that Ning Chen has given all his strength after entering the innate realm. All things in the world disappeared behind him in a blink of an eye, and it was almost the best.

In the Northern Region, ascending to the Wonderland, the entire mountain is full of the wounds left after the war. The blood dyed the mountain red. You can feel the pungent bloody smell when you are far apart.

Ning Chen appeared at the foot of the mountain without stopping. He moved his feet and disappeared.

Above the mountain, a red figure stood there quietly, looking at the miserable appearance around him, and sighed in a deep voice.

The white light flashed by, Ning Chen stopped and frowned slightly.

Is it him? I didn't expect them to meet so soon.

Luan Fengchen turned around and saw the young man in front of him, his expression also flashed with surprise.

"It's you"

"This world is so small," Ning Chen sighed.

"Do you want to fight?"

The red folding fan in Luan Fengchen's hand scattered, turning into a thin, blood-colored sword light, and asked softly.

"I don't have the mood to fight," Ning Chen shook his head and said.

"Hehe" Lan Fengchen chuckled, moved his hand, and the blade dissipated and turned into a red folding fan again.

"I have heard of you, but with your ability, Meng Zun's incomplete clutch and dead seal should not control you, why do you still stay on Xuanji Peak?" Luan Fengchen asked curiously.

"Anyway, there is no place to go, it's the same everywhere," Ning Chen said without any worries.

After saying that, Ning Chen looked at the young man in red beside him and asked, "I have also heard of your rumors. It is said that you have challenged the Lord of the Palace of Eternal Life, what is the result?"

"I lost, I lost very badly, and I almost died in the Palace of Eternal Life"

Luan Fengchen did not shy away and chuckled, "But, in the last move, the King of Disaster stopped, and I owe a favor to it. Until a few days ago, I returned this favor to Taixuanfeng."

"By the way, why did you come here? Are there people you know here?" Luan Fengchen asked.

Ning Chen shook his head gently and said, "No, I just come and take a look."

"Did you see something?" said Luan Fengchen.

"The Palace of Eternal Life is stronger than I imagined," Ning Chen sighed softly.

Here, at least ten different innate powerhouses remained, and there were only four innate people who entered the fairyland, which means that at least six innate people were dispatched by the Palace of Eternal Life.

Ran Fengchen looked at the miserable situation below the mountain, was silent for a moment, and said, "The Holy Land will deal with this matter."

Ning Chen laughed sarcastically and said, "This is not the first time I have heard this sentence. You all seem to believe in this holy land."

Yun Shisan and Xiao Shitou have said this. If he hadn't known very well that the Lord of the Four Poles and the King of Disaster had already secretly colluded with each other and plotted against the land of China, he might have believed these nonsense.

Luan Fengchen turned his head and looked at the people around him, frowned unconsciously, saying, "Why do you have such a big opinion on the holy land?"

"It's nothing, it's getting late, I'm going back, there will be a date later."

After the words came, Ning Chen took a step forward, turned into a white light and quickly left.

Luan Fengchen looked at the departing figure, and his eyes kept flashing. He read that right, this person seemed to have a very bad impression of the holy land.

The cold wind blew, and the red clothes scattered above the mountain and disappeared.

He hasn't returned for many years. This time the envoy of the Holy Land came. He needed to come over and meet him and ask by the way, how to deal with the matter of entering the fairyland.

In the west wing of Xihua Palace, Ning Chen returned. As soon as he walked into the yard, he saw Meng Xuanji waiting there quietly, with a cold face on his beautiful face.

"Can I ask, where did you go last night?" Meng Xuanji said coldly.

"If you can't sleep, just walk around," Ning Chen replied calmly.

Meng Xuanji's eyes were even colder. She was about to speak, but she heard gentle footsteps outside the yard.

"Mr. Mengzun, Prince Ning, the Palace Master is invited"

Wangyou walked over and respectfully bowed to Meng Xuanji, saying.

Meng Xuanji could only take back what she wanted to say and walked out of the courtyard.

Ning Chen followed, and when he passed by Wangyou, he whispered, "Thank you"

Wangyou smiled gently, his smile was very shallow, and he couldn't even see it without looking carefully.

The Blue and White Palace, the Lord of Xihua Palace was already waiting. When he saw the three people coming from the front and back, he frowned and said, "Forget the Worry, I just let you pass on a message, why did you delay so long?"

"The palace master forgives his sins, but forgets his sins, and does things in a bad way." Wangyou stepped forward and apologized softly.

"If you don't want to be an example, let's step back." The Palace Master Xihua obviously didn't want to blame Wangyou too much, so he spoke.

Wangyou Yingying gave a gift, turned around, smiled at Ning Chen, and then left the hall.

"Mengzun, let's talk about the alliance between Xihua Palace and Jiuxiao Mountain." The Lord of Xihua Palace said seriously.

"Look at the ears" Meng Xuanji said calmly.

On the side, Ning Chen's mouth curled up a slightly indifferent curve. It seemed that he was regarded as a fool and acted in front of him.

(ps: I stayed up late last night and couldn't hold on today, but I finally insisted on finishing a chapter. It's already the end of the month. Yanyu tried to add another update in the past two days, and shouted, please subscribe!)
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