The journey starts from the fairy tail

The sound is crisp, like a ball rolling on a jade plate, but it reveals infinite majesty.

"Thank you, old man."

The crowd slowly stood up. Everyone stood well. The field was quiet and the sound of still needles could be heard.

Shangguan Qingluan's gaze swept across the field, and her gaze swept across, everyone was silent, not even the deacons and elders were out of breath.

Shangguan Qingluan looked around the room, his lips flushed slightly, and said, "Today, Qingluan is honored to witness the coronation ceremony of the 1000th Saint of the Pearl Sect. Everyone here is present. This is indeed an unprecedented event."

After speaking, Shangguan Qingluan gestured with his hand, and then someone ran into the temple.

Please welcome Shangguan Xueer, the 1000th saint of the Pearl Sect.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, all looking at the gate of the temple, everyone is looking forward to it, you can see the legendary saint.

The sage of the Pearl School is very mysterious. Whether it is the 108 disciples of the Xinneimen, or the elite disciples who have been practicing for a long time at the Mingzhumen, they are proud to meet the saints.

Zifeng stood in the crowd, silently looking at the temple door. Suddenly, a rope in his heart tightened. He knew that Cher was coming soon.

The beaded curtain was lifted. The two elegant maids walked out of the bead curtain first, and they lifted the bead curtain respectfully.

After a while, a girl in red came out from behind the bead curtain.

As soon as the little girl appeared, the sound of the air conditioner rang around her.

The girl who walked out of the bead curtain looked picturesque, with white skin and dusty temperament, really beautiful.

The young girl had long hair like a waterfall and wore a long red dress, which was dragged into the distance. Behind her, there are ten maids, holding long skirts respectfully, and walking slowly together.

The girl's face was expressionless, she walked slowly, giving a feeling as bright as peaches and plums but as cold as ice.

But despite this, the people around are still obsessed with watching this girl.

The girl's temperament, the misty dust, really.

The beauty of the young girl is like the beauty of the spring snow nourished by cranes and clear spring water, depicting the most wonderful scenery in the revolving world.

Just like the fairy in the dream is sealed in the ink painting, it seems that it should not belong to this world at all, but only belongs to the stopped annual ring and eternal time and space.

Seeing the girl walking slowly, Zifeng's heart trembled slightly.

"Xue'er, I finally saw you. You must be very unhappy, I can feel it. You are crying in your heart now." Zifeng's heart was bleeding.

"Meet the saint."

Qi Qi bowed.

Cher's eyes moved slightly, and her voice was very mechanical. "There is no ceremony," she said.

"Holy thanks."

The crowd cheered in unison.

"Sage, come and sit here." Shangguan Qingluan stood up and said to Xueer, "Today is your crowning day. Today is your biggest day. The throne of the patriarch belongs to you today."

Under the gaze of everyone, Xue Er was expressionless, and slowly walked towards the official Qingluan with the pace of the machine.

Shangguan Qingluan looked at Xuepu’s broken face, and at the dust and exquisite body, her face was calm as usual, but her wonderful eyes couldn't conceal the feeling of excitement.

The coronation ceremony of the saints that has passed 3000 years finally ended successfully in her hands today.

As Ming Zhuzong, today's boss, even if she is used to wind and rain, her excitement is still beyond words.

The wind was blowing, blowing the snow's hair, messing up the snow's long skirt.

At this moment, the image of Cher, in the eyes of any monk, is like a fairy who has descended to the world, and it is ethereal to the fairy.

However, only Zifeng can understand the loneliness and helplessness in Cher's heart at this moment.

Xueer stood on the bright red carpet and came to Shangguan Qingluan.

Shangguan Qingluan smiled and hugged Xueer personally, letting Xueer sit on the pearl throne.

Immediately someone came to Shangguan Qingluan with a golden crown in his hand.

Shangguan Qingluan took the Golden Crown and looked at the surrounding crowd with a smile. The clear voice said: "The long-cherished wish of the Lord Sheng for more than 3,000 years is finally fulfilled today. Cher will become the pearl pie, the 1000th saint. From then on, the pearl family will no longer be canonized or crowned as a saint. "

"The Holy Lord is wise, the patriarch is victorious, and the pearl will be passed on from generation to generation to strengthen my race!"

"I see."

Shangguan Qingluan sat down on the Pearl Throne, and the two phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looking coldly at the approaching Zifeng and Xue'er.

Cher

"Big Brother"

Zifeng watched her long hair fall silently, and Bai Xue ran towards him.

With tears in her eyes, Xue Er ran to him with a smile.

The people around were dumbfounded.

At first, this was an extremely solemn coronation ceremony for saints. When it was impossible, the sudden appearance of Zifeng turned a grand ceremony into a farce.

The surrounding sea of ​​people disappeared, and the white snow at this moment had only purple wind in his eyes.

After being separated for more than half a year, Zi Feng's voice, appearance and smile were all remembered in his heart, engraved in the ocean of knowledge.

She thought, goodbye to Zifeng, just a dream will appear, but today, Zifeng appeared in front of her out of thin air.

She was very happy.

She is really happy.

If. Let me see my brother again, even if I die immediately.

If I were to give my brother another tender hug, even if I was reincarnated forever, what fear would I have?

At this moment, Xue'er, like flowers, blooms with the brightest and most pleasing beauty.

Full of vitality and vitality!

Beautiful and refined!

It is not enough to describe Cher's beauty now.

Countless monks greedily looked at Bai Xue's back and Bai Xue's profile.

But at present, Xueer has only one person in his eyes, no one else.

Time seems to have stopped.

Zifeng and Xue'er are getting closer.

Zifeng could even see Xue'er's reddish eyes clearly. Can already really feel the unique sweetness of snow.

But at this moment.

A cold voice suddenly came.

"enough!"

"Cher, come back."

Shangguan Qingluan looked sullenly, looking at Zifeng and Xue'er coldly.

Xue'er suddenly stood there as if struck by lightning. Suddenly, her face was pale as paper.

"Brother, you shouldn't come..."

Xue'er's tears slipped from her eyes like broken beads. She looked at Zifeng with infinite nostalgia, her face was bitter, and it was difficult to conceal Acacia's pain.