Mysterious world, I was handed over by my daughter to Zhen Mosi

Chapter 43 Young Master, is that you?

The speed of the warship was very fast, and after just half a day, a group of magnificent peaks appeared in front of it.

White clouds are interspersed in the middle, mist surrounds the eight wastelands, and there is a stone monument standing tall, with three big characters branded on it: Zixiao Palace.

As a sect with good status and prestige in the surrounding sphere of influence, Zixiao Palace has a very long history of inheritance.

There are a total of [-] disciples in the sect, and there are more than [-] elders in the heaven-human realm, which can be described as powerful.

When Chen Luoli, Lan Xuejing and others arrived, the huge main peak square in front of them had already gathered a large number of people from all over the world.

There may be a divine horse standing in the air, or a strange beast occupying the ground.

They gathered together and congratulated one after another. From a rough look, there were hundreds of forces.

Seeing this scene, Lan Xuejing was secretly startled.

Dayuanzhou is really outstanding, vast and vast, and it is not comparable to the small place of Dayan Shenchao.

The clothes and attire of everyone here seem to be quite advanced.

Gu Chang'an whispered to Lan Xuejing and Chen Luoli: "This is a big event today, and it is rare on weekdays, so be careful with your words and deeds."

Both nodded.

Gu Changan immediately rolled up his sleeves and landed in front of the square.

A disciple of Zixiao Palace saw Gu Changan's clothes in Shushan, and hurried over to greet him: "There are guests from Shushan, which really makes Zixiao Palace flourish."

"I don't know if you are..."

Gu Changan took out a gift box from his cuff, which he had prepared before.

"Gu Chang'an, the great disciple of Xiashu Mountain, passed by the Zixiao Palace, and the boat and the car are exhausted. I will trouble you."

After his words fell, the Zixiao Palace disciple couldn't help being shocked, his eyes showed a strong brilliance, and he was even more flattered and bowed his hands.

"It turned out to be the little sage, I will report to the Palace Master right now!"

Gu Changan's arrival was unexpected.

There is still a very long distance between Zixiao Palace and Shu Mountain.

In the eyes of Zixiao Palace, Shushan is an existence that needs to be looked up to, and is highly admired.

And Gu Changan, the new generation disciple of Shushan, is even more famous as a genius.

He is known as the youngest martial king in the Great Yuan State, and he has left a lot of fame during the days when he went down the mountain to practice.

The outside world respectfully calls him a little sage, and having such a high honor cannot be separated from his own strength and achievements.

Among them, Gu Changan's own ability to subdue monsters and slay demons has already surpassed the realm of the Martial King.

Following the words of the Zixiao Palace disciple, the square fell silent for a moment.

Pairs and pairs of eyes looked over quickly, all of them were full of surprise and enthusiasm.

"Is he the little saint?"

"Gu Chang'an's name is a taboo, no one in Dayuan State dares to impersonate it, right?"

"Sure enough, he is young. It is rumored that he is no more than thirty years old!"

The crowd came in clusters and bowed respectfully.

The display of such a scene made Lan Xuejing a little dumbfounded.

She looked strangely at the plain-looking Gu Chang'an, as if she never expected that Gu Chang'an, who seemed very low-key, would have such a prominent reputation.

Almost all the forces in this square know the name of the little sage Gu Changan.

After some courtesies, Gu Changan was invited to the center of the crowd.

Not long after, a figure stepped out from the highest palace in the square, it was the Lord Zixiao.

Only then did the turmoil subside, and everyone looked up.

"Everyone is lucky enough to visit Zixiao today. I am very grateful. The banquet will start later. Before that, I know that most of the people present are here for a painting."

He laughed lightly, and his words spread across the square. His real energy was so profound, it was beyond the realm of heaven and man, and he was indeed a Martial King.

It's just that compared to the ancestor Zixiao, he is only in the early stage.

"I also ask the palace master to quickly bring up the ancient paintings, so that we can see the charm of the painting fairy who fascinates all living beings."

Immediately there was laughter from someone off the field. It is well known that there is a thousand-year-old painting in Zixiao Palace.

In previous years, there were many people from Dayuanzhou who came to visit Zixiao Palace one after another to take a look at the grace of the little lady in the painting.

It is rumored that the painting also has some miraculous effects.

It can understand its mind and dispel evil spirits.

Although everyone knows that the one living in the painting is not a fairy, but a demon.

The ancestor Zixiao was so obsessed with it that he once let go of his rhetoric.

Whoever can make him reveal his real body and wake up from the painting will be rewarded with a lot of treasure.

But what is quite strange is that after so many years, the ancient paintings have not changed in the slightest.

"as you wish."

Palace Master Zixiao waved back, and pushed out an easel at the entrance of the main hall.

The eyes of everyone in the audience looked over in an instant.

If you have this opportunity today, taking advantage of the birthday banquet, to witness the legendary thousand-year-old painting, no one will let it go.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly stood on tiptoe, and also looked over.

It was just a glance, and the eyes could not help but condense slightly.

The woman in the painting is facing sideways, wearing a snow-white robe, with a petite figure.

She closed her eyes tightly, her face was delicate and fair, her nose was straight, and she had a pair of fluffy ears.

His black hair falls shoulder to shoulder, lifelike.

With that posture, Lan Xuejing couldn't help feeling a strong desire to protect.

"Ghost Fox Clan..."

She muttered to herself, and a kind of mild-mannered demon race that had been recorded in the demon illustrated book appeared in her mind.

This family doesn't like blood, doesn't like killing, doesn't fight for territory, doesn't seize power, and doesn't harm mankind.

Because of their too gentle personality, they could not survive in the outside world, and they became extinct long, long ago.

Lan Xuejing did not expect that the monsters in the thousand-year-old paintings turned out to be the ghost fox clan that had completely disappeared.

"This little lady...she really has a good skin." Someone in the square stared straight and exclaimed.

"It's a pity, after so many years, no one can wake her up."

"If you can walk out of the painting, you will surely captivate all living beings!"

"I'm just curious. According to legend, the ghost fox family has become extinct. How did Patriarch Zixiao get this painting?"

Everyone was watching, and a lot of doubts arose in addition to being amazed.

And at Lan Xuejing's dantian, the black vortex rotated slightly, Chen Yu's thoughts rose, and extremely complicated emotions emerged.

Lan Xuejing sensed something, and his expression moved.

"Is she your maid?"

Chen Yu was silent, and then retorted: "No, she is my disciple."

Following the words, wisps of fluctuations circulated in the dantian, revealing a trace of Chen Yu's aura.

The sleeping figure on the thousand-year-old painting immediately underwent a certain change.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if trying to open them.

The thin lips were slightly parted, and a flickering word suddenly fell into Lan Xuejing's ears softly.

"Young master, is that you?"

Lan Xuejing froze, her eyes widened in disbelief.

In a trance, the thousand-year-old painting seemed to come to life, the picture flowed, and a snow mountain appeared!
(End of this chapter)