The veiled saint, covered up the look that made the world amazing, although a white dress made her look more out of the valley, but compared with the previous appearance, although her eyes are clear, but this eyes are not as beautiful as the appearance, alone look too black and white, as if the eyes of the soul is not the slightest temperature.

"Your eyes are clear."The ethereal voice suddenly said.

“What?”He turned to look at him, even though he saw nothing.

Then Xiao Zhen felt that something seemed to be touched by something, she touched her nose, touched her cheek, and did not touch anything, but the layer of things are still there.

"It's too, it's too similar."The ethereal voice murmured.

“What are you talking about?”Xiao is puzzled.

"Who are you?"Who are you?”The ethereal voice asked suddenly excitedly.

Xiao Zhen felt that there was a second force to hold her shoulders, and then, in her eyes slowly because of surprise and wide open, a humanoid outline, formed by the fog, not obvious, but she could see.

"Don't shake, you're too old to stand it."Xiao Zhen could not push him away, only to be able to say the way to make him stop: "I said, my name is Xiao Zhen, what are you so excited about doing?"

Then he let go of him and said, “Agitated?”Why am I so excited?”

Xiao Zhen looked at the outline in front of her for a while and dissipated for a while, and seemed to change with his mood, and she could not help but laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”

"You look a little higher than my family."He reached out more than he was taller.

“Can you see me?”

“You can only see your body shape, high and long.Why are you so excited?”

"I don't know."

Then came the laughter of the saint.

“What is the Holy Spirit laughing at?”The mother-in-law of the Saint asked.

"Your survival is to deceive, more cheated, false will become real."Is it?”

“My grandmother didn’t know what to say.

Xiao Zhen did not pay attention to what the saint said, her eyes have always fallen on the saint's eyes, not to mention, it is true that she is very similar to her, not only the same black and white, even the curvature of the corners of the eyes is the same, the teacher once said that he will notice her because she has a pair of too black and white eyes, from her eyes clear, he saw the determination and killing emanating from the soul, therefore, the teacher thinks that she is suitable for a shadow.

What does this have to do with this saint?Xiao really thought to himself.

Just when Xiao Zhen thought so, the picture suddenly turned around, and they were actually outside the temple and standing on the altar of sacrifice.

At the bottom of the altar is full of ordinary people, and above it is a military hundred officials, with a small emperor, and the patriarch is on the side of the small emperor.

All eyes fell on the holy woman of the altar of sacrifice.

“Time seems to have accelerated,” the ethereal voice said in her ear.

Xiao Zhen looked at the outline around his eyes and nodded, the previous time was very slow, almost every day, and this will suddenly come to the next day.

Again this is a doubt.

But Xiao really did not let Xiao really think about it, just because the people below knelt down to the saint and prayed for the saint to let the sun rain.

The boy's face was not very good, the hands under the fat sleeve clenched into a fist, and his eyes were cold swept in front of the courtiers.

The little emperor approached the patriarch and quietly asked him, “Sister and sister have prayed for God, but why hasn’t it rained yet?”Isn't the Saint's sister very good?"

These words, Xiao Zhen heard, she looked at the saint, the latter stood on the altar, a moment to look at the sky, a moment to look at the earth, as if everything happened under the stage had nothing to do with her.

"It turns out that the people who are in charge of the mong Yi have long been bought by several heavy courtiers, and today not only will it not rain, but it will be a sunny day."The ethereal voice said.

“How do you know?”

"I went over to the other of the heavy courtiers and heard what they said."

Xiao Zhen's eyebrows: "It seems that this little emperor and the young man are going to suffer."

The ethereal voice snorted coldly: “It has nothing to do with us.But you seem to be particularly concerned about the lady."

"Yes, he looks so much like my husband when he was young, but my husband is much more handsome than he is."Xiao really smiled and said.

The ethereal voice sneered: "For the old man."

“I said my husband looks good, why is it so old?”Xiao Zhenxing Dao.

"When you say this, your whole face is very ugly."

Xiao Zhen: “...”

Suddenly, the people cheered.

“Look, it’s getting dark and it’s going to rain.”

“The saint is manifest, the saint is manifest.”

“There’s lightning, look at that, I see the lightning...”

The people’s voices rejoiced.

Xiao Zhen looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the sky was darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the lightning in the cloud, the lightning in the clouds, the thunder that soared through the sky, and the speed was amazing.

"Look at the weather, it's not ordinary rain."Xiao Zhen said.

For half a day there was no response, Xiao Zhen looked at the ethereal voice and did not want to see that he was looking at the altar.

Xiao really eyes also fell on the saint, the saint's white clothes in the wind, she looked at the sky slightly, everything and the square is not different, but Xiao Zhen can feel that the air around the saint has changed.

A moment later, she saw the saint's eyes that were too black and white, and the eyes were faintly spread by black greens, and when her eyes were covered with black air, the sky instantly rained.

“Shut up, come back.”Suddenly the voice screamed at her.

Xiao Xinshen shook, only to find himself unconsciously step by step toward the saint, at this moment she stood in the position to feel the air caused by the pain caused by her skin, turned to look at the voice of the ethereal: "What is the matter with my body?"Even himself . . . the voice stopped, looking at the beautiful and unsatisfying young man who appeared in front of him.

The face of the world, nothing more than that.The beauty of a young man is like the face of a saint.

The boy grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the pausing air, his figure gradually disappeared, once again becoming an unobtrusive outline, no, the color of the clothes seemed to be showing.

“What are you staying with?Only the Holy Woman is calling the breath of heaven and earth, what have you done in the past?”

“I, I don’t know.It's like someone kept calling me over."It seemed to her mind that the voice from far, away had kept her going: "Yes, I see you."

The heavy rain lasted for a day and a night before it stopped.

All the attention was on the rain, and no one saw the beauty of the saint.

As soon as the rain passed, the people's reverence and love for the holy woman rose at a very fast rate, and hundreds of ordinary people prayed almost every day on the temple.It is not known whether these prayers have been fulfilled, in short, the existence of the saint even overshadows the royal family.

After this incident, the little emperor came to the temple almost every day to find the holy woman to play.

The young man was busy with politics and opened his eyes to it.

These days, Xiao Zhen was busy painting his portrait by a teenager to let him see what he looked like, but unfortunately she wrote well, but the painting really can not do, painted a little like a person, nine points like a ghost.Happily, his silhouette was becoming more and more obvious, as now, she knew that his clothes were dark dark and blue.

“Does it look better than your husband?”The voice of the air is asking.

Xiao really looked at him helplessly: “How many times have you asked?”You look really good, and the little girl will like it if she looks at you."

The ethereal voice groaned, "I don't want them to like it."

“What a beautiful young man, but how did you become such a ghost?”

The young man who became such a ghost also learned to squat and face her face: "I don't remember."When the saint called the spirit of heaven and earth on the sacrifice that day, I seemed to have flashed something in my mind and did not catch it."

“Who is the Saint?”Xiao Zhen asked, from the first contact with the art of Zhuxing, and then to the concentric lock, she knew that this heaven and earth is amazing, but the power of the saint still makes people feel terrible.

"I don't know, but I know there will be an answer soon."The ethereal voice said, "There should be an answer here, and we'll just wait."

The voice of the ethereal voice just fell, and the picture in front of him suddenly turned.

Xiao Zhen saw the emperor hurried into the temple, and the patriarch came to the temple a handful of times, but every time he came here, it was not good, as it is now.When the pafei pushed open the door of the inner temple, Xiao Zhen saw that the saint was telling a story to the little emperor, and when he saw the appearance of the little emperor, Xiao Zhen was even more surprised, in this blink of an eye, the little emperor grew up a lot, this appearance is estimated to be about ten years old.

What is the blink of an eye, now Xiao really understands.