Cross the prayer space

Chapter 376 Guardian God 6 End

Chu Ling woke up, tears pouring down like rain, she remembered it, her patron saint, Feng Yin, was kneeling on the ground, she burst into tears, in the white mist, the girl was crying hysterically, slowly Wiping away her tears, she bit her lip, "Chu Ling, you have to live well, your life was given to you by Feng Yin." She stood up on the ground, looked around, and rushed in.

Outside the village, An Ran was lying on the tree, sleeping with her eyes closed, the sunlight falling on her face added a bit of softness, Chu Ling fell outside the village, the spell in the village dissipated, the whole town suddenly became clear, this once disappeared The village reappears.

Chu Ling clenched the transparent glass bottle in her hand, put it away, raised her head slightly, just woke up safely, and landed lightly in white clothes, Chu Ling stared blankly at her, and suddenly said, "My lord, you are a god!" ?"

An Ran raised her eyes to look at her, with a smile on her face, "I'm not a god," she stretched out her hand, and gently hooked Chu Ling's nose, "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing her eyes like water, Chu Ling's nose suddenly became sour, and all kinds of past lives flashed through her heart, she rarely threw herself into An Ran's arms, "My lord, I am so sad!" On An Ran's dress.

An Ran stretched out her hand, gently supported her, raised her head and looked into the distance, yes, Chu Ling was a lifeless person, but her patron saint used his own reincarnation to exchange this life for her, so There is no Feng Yin in this life, and in this world, there are no rebels, the consciousness of this world!In fact, I don’t have the strength to do it again. After all, it collapsed in the future. It was Feng Yin who gave up everything and gave the world power to achieve the present. So, what is Penglai hiding? An Ran lowered her eyes and patted her on the back. "It's okay." She said softly.

Chu Ling shook his head, "My lord, do you know that?" Withdrew from An Ran's embrace, Chu Ling looked at An Ran sobbing.

An Ran sighed, "It's not necessarily bad to forget, but Feng Yin will be very happy when I think about it. If I really miss it, go to Penglai and practice hard. Maybe there is a way." Alright, An Ran's tone is gentle.

Chu Ling opened his eyes wide, "Really?"

An Ran nodded, "Everything is possible, so, Chu Ling, you have to be strong to have a future."

Chu Ling wiped away tears, "My lord, thank you, thank you for teaching me, for waking me up, my lord, I want to visit Lidu."

An Ran nodded, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Returning to a familiar place again, Chu Ling and An Ran entered a teahouse. In the teahouse where people were coming and going, she saw a familiar figure, a middle-aged figure, dressed in official robes and hats, even though he was nearly six years old. Ten, you can still see the handsomeness of his youth, his eyes are not angry and majestic, and his temperament is restrained and deep.

Chu Ling bit her lip, "My lord, can a person's eyes be deceiving?"

An Ran shook her head, "The Duanmu family's lifeblood was once trapped in the hands of the third prince, it can be said to have suffered a lot of humiliation."

The cup in Chu Ling's hand fell to the ground and rolled to Duanmuxi's feet. Duanmuxi stopped, and just as the people around him were about to scold him, he raised his hand to stop him. Chu Ling looked up in shock, and saw Duanmuxi bent down to pick up the cup , came forward, put down the teacup, "Young master, but your quilt fell off."

Chu Ling looked away in embarrassment, "Thank you, sir." After she finished speaking in a low voice, she threw down the broken silver and turned and ran out.

"My lord, this kid is too ignorant!" said the guard at the side, Duan Muxi gave him a look, and he bowed his head silently.

Chu Ling ran out of the teahouse, and then fell down on a rock, "My lord, I have hated you for so long, but I am also a poor person." She couldn't believe what kind of mentality she had, so she would not collapse and kill her beloved with her own hands. .

An Ran sat next to her, "The past is like smoke, Chu Ling, if you are addicted to the past, you will forget the way you came. The third prince is gone, and he has lifted the control. Your family is also here. Everything is fine now, you Remember, there are still people waiting for you to take her home."

Chu Ling raised her head, smiled brightly, and the haze in her heart seemed to dissipate, "Yes, my lord, I understand." She got up, left with An Ran, went out of the city gate, looked back at Lidu again, turned and left.

In the middle of the night, at Duanyang Hou Mansion, Duanmuxi woke up from a dream. He looked at the top of his head almost in a daze, then turned to look at his wife who had been with him for half his life, and suddenly felt that everything was so scary, it was a dream ?Maybe it was, a long sigh came out, and everything returned to calm.

Chu Ling lay on the grass beside him, "Sir, are we going back?"

"Well, I've been out for a long time, go back and have a look, integrate what you've learned these days, and then take a good retreat." An Ran closed her eyes and felt the breeze.

Spring is coming and autumn is coming, and An Ran walked out of the small courtyard this day, looked at the sky, "Chu Ling, it's time to go out of the mountain."

This time An Ran will not follow, she and Yong Jing will go to Penglai first, there are stories that An Ran needs to know, "Chu Ling, work hard, wait for me to come back to pick you up."

"My lord, you go slowly, I will work harder."

Crossing Penglai, crossing the river and sea, far away, Anran saw that floating existence in mid-air, being pulled by Yongjing as if entering a transparent enchantment, and then, a lively voice came, Anran opened his eyes, looked at Looking at the bustling crowd all around, she couldn't help but look at Yong Jing who was at the side.

Yong Jing raised his steps with a smile, "Follow me."

Flying in the air, thinking of the floating island, An Ran unconsciously sensed the aura here, and suddenly stopped, she looked around with almost shortness of breath, the aura here was too familiar, slightly lowered her head, An Ran looked at palm.

Yong Jing turned around in doubt, "Why..." The rest of the words stopped unconsciously.

An Ran's dress changed step by step, imprints appeared between her eyebrows, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her white skirt and belt were embroidered with magnificent light golden flowers, her black hair was like ink, and her already beautiful face was even more beautiful. Suddenly, a transparent gourd with a faint golden color flew over, twirling in front of Anran, Anran stretched out her hand and the gourd immediately flew into its palm.

In Penglai, a middle-aged scribe came out. When he saw An Ran, he bent down and bowed deeply, "You are back."

An Ran nodded, playing with the wine gourd in her hand, "It's been so long, thank you for your hard work." Here, it used to be her place, and she once took a person here, and that person is the one who has been hiding for a long time in the long river of time. Only then did the clues leak out, Su Ziqing was just a clone of him.

The corner of An Ran's mouth twitched into a smile, and she carried her into the hall, "Don't bother me."

Yong Jing was silent, everyone bowed and left, An Ran sat on the chair, stroking the wine gourd, "I'm back, I will bring you with me this time." Penglai is also here. She took Su Ziqing away and discovered the secret of the long river of time.

It is also here, full of memories, before the fragments in the long river of time vanished into thin air, she came here and kept her things, the glass jug, the real body of He Xi and the sword, gently waving her hand, and the sword of Xi He Appeared, the sword body was snow-white with red patterns engraved on it, rubbing against An Ran's fingers like a child at this moment.

(End of this chapter)