Have we started to commemorate now?
Is Jiang Wangzhen really dead? There is no room for salvation?
Will there really be no more letters stacked in the storage box?
The cloud crane sent earlier was hovering outside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... It should have dissipated, right?
An An's letter and her letter disappeared into the clouds.
Before Jiang Wang chased Zhang Linchuan thousands of miles away, he secretly sent some gifts to Lingxiao Pavilion through a trading company, including An An's and hers.
Among the gifts given to her was a Jiaowei Qin - she actually didn't know how to play the Qin before. Among the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she was only interested in calligraphy. But practicing calligraphy was too boring, so she was not diligent.
It’s because I have been supervising Jiang Anan recently that I have practiced more.
The world's imagination of ladies naturally has no influence on her, Ye Qingyu.
What red sleeves add fragrance, playing the piano for you...who is worthy?
Of course, cultivation is necessary. Being called senior sister for so long, she always has to bear some responsibility. Living in the secret land of Lingxiao, she has been well clothed and well-fed since she was a child, and she always has to do something for the people of Yun Kingdom... Just like her father,
Protect one's peace.
But other than that, she would rather sit and watch the sea of clouds.
The things that make her feel happy are the clear sky, leisurely wandering clouds, stories in books, and the wind blowing across the fields.
There are thousands of mundane things in the world, but they don't bother her.
Sometimes the business suffers some losses, the harvest is less, and someone is fighting with someone... She just smiles and passes by, it doesn't matter.
She probably has no idea about Guqin or Guzheng.
She prefers silence to music.
Compared with the strings of silk and bamboo, she could hear the gurgling water and the sound of the wind hitting the bells.
But the sound of this Jiaowei Qin is really nice.
The first time she plucked the strings, she was fascinated. She felt that playing the piano should be a happy thing.
So she practiced for a long time...
Who will she play the piece she has been practicing for a long time?
do not Cry……
do not Cry.
She told herself so.
But tears don't listen.
Seeing his precious daughter crying, Ye Lingxiao became furious and looked at Wen Renchen with a fierce look on his face.
I, Ye Lingxiao, am here to help you calm down the situation. If a racial war breaks out during this period, the demon clan must be shown my strength as "the invincible fighter of all nations and the most heroic man in the world forever".
I support you so much. Wenren Shen.
So you ended up telling sad things to make my daughter cry?
Wenren Shen was also shocked!
I haven't had time to tell the tragic story of Marquis Wu'an, which attracted my niece to stop here and remember her... Why did I start crying just after I started?
I have always known that Marquis Wu An was not interested in women, was not greedy for pleasure, and devoted himself to cultivation.
I have never heard that Marquis Wu An has a confidante in Yun State.
She is actually Ye Lingxiao's daughter?
But when he met the doctor in public, his thoughts changed so quickly, and he immediately said to Ye Qingyu: "The sage Chang Shen once said in a poem, there is no tragedy in the world, it is always the heroes who make people sad! I can understand the feelings of my niece.
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"What kind of hero do you think Marquis Wu'an is? In the battle of Frostwind Valley, he braved the extremely cold wind and fought against the demon king Tianhai and returned. But he died due to the collusion between humans and demons, which is very sad."
"We are fully investigating the mastermind behind the scenes. This demon clan is right in front of us and we cannot let it go."
"The God of War personally came to the demon world the day before yesterday, destroyed the Frostwind Valley, and fought against the Heavenly Demon Ape Immortal Court, just to avenge Marquis Wu'an."
"Now I am in charge of the battlefield here, setting up chariots, arranging powerful crossbows, and arranging flying boats. There is also a heroic uncle commanding the Annihilation Army here. With a heart of hatred, I must capture Nantian City in order to appease the spirit of Marquis Wu'an in heaven!"
If he gets excited, he will take advantage of the situation and give an inspiring pre-war speech outside the city gate.
To arouse the emotions of a little girl is to use a band, and to arouse the emotions of a city full of soldiers is to use a band. This saves you the trouble of doing it twice.
At this moment, Ye Lingxiao raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, and asked seriously: "Are you, Qi Ting, sure that Jiang Wang is dead? Has the body been found?"
Wenren sighed deeply: "Although the body was not recovered... this matter was confirmed by the God of War himself."
Ye Qingyu closed his eyes silently.
Ye Lingxiao exerted force on his hand: "Of course I respect the God of War very much. But if you want to live, you have to see a person, and if you die, you want to see a body. Since you haven't seen the body yet, does it mean there is still hope?"
"Ah, yes, yes!" Wen Renchen came to his senses and said sincerely: "Marquis Wu'an is the arrogant genius of the country. He has always been able to do things that ordinary people cannot do. This time, the legend will continue... When our army breaks through Nantian City, I must search all over the country for traces of Marquis Wu An!"
Bingxue is as smart as Ye Qingyu, so of course she can hear the comfort in it.
But she did draw comfort from it.
Daddy is right, you want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.
This has always been the case, isn't it?
How can anyone be sure that a person is dead before the body is found?
She held back tears, opened her red eyes, and said softly: "I am sad for the plight of human heroes... I'm sorry, Uncle Wenren."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Wen Ren sighed deeply: "This incident about Marquis Wu'an is indeed too sudden. Is it not the only niece who is sad? My granddaughter heard about the news about Marquis Wu'an's accident. She has been eating for several days. I don't want to eat. I get a letter every day asking me, but I don't want to believe it is true..."
"What's going on with your granddaughter?" Ye Lingxiao said coldly.
Wen Renchen couldn't remember where his focus was. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "My granddaughter is only nine years old and has always admired Marquis Wu'an."
Ye Qingyu listened to the conversation between his father and this famous uncle, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the plaque on the city gate.
Wu'an...
Wu'an.
Can those who use force to secure their country be unable to secure themselves?
Many heroes in history books ended tragically, but when she was reading history, she never thought that this would happen again around her.
When we said goodbye in Yuncheng, looking at the back of the white-haired boy walking down the stairs to the Cloud Climb, she knew that he would definitely come back again. Because a person with such a sense of responsibility could not leave his sister alone in the world.
Time passed by, and the young man had completed all the things he had promised.
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There are also more connections happening between them.
I once watched the lanterns on New Year's Eve, and later I heard that Dong A, the deputy prime minister of Zhuang State, had died.
I once witnessed him win the championship at the river viewing platform and shine among the stars.
He once asked for information eight times a day, and his father avoided him until he learned that Qi had won a great victory. He had made great achievements and his life was safe...
But in all those scenes.
What impressed her most deeply was always the figure from behind that day——
Carrying everything on his shoulders, he travels far with his sword alone.
He was still so naive at that time, but he was already so majestic.
Will he come back like he did before?
Will he hide all the wounds and pains, smile and come back triumphantly like he did every time before?
At this time, she felt that there seemed to be a line of sight coming down from the top of the city gate.
She raised her eyes and saw a nun in gray wearing a Bodhi mask. She saw the Bodhi branch on the mask, which represented wisdom and awareness. Of course, she also saw... the pair of confused people lying on the Bodhi branch.
Lost, sad, but with endlessly charming eyes.
She and her.
Each wears a mask and veil.
One is standing on the top of the city gate, and the other is standing on the bottom of the city gate.
Can't see each other's faces clearly.
Only eyes look at eyes.
Everyone has their own complex emotions.
It's like a pool of spring water reflecting peach blossoms.
The peach blossoms are also red.
The spring water is also red.
Russia.
The nun wearing the Bodhi mask looked away and walked to the other side of the tower.
Only then did Ye Qingyu realize that next to her, there was an extremely tall nun with a faint brassy luster on her face, which made her look holy and distant.
But the nun raised her palms and saluted her, then calmly turned around and followed the previous nun.
Ye Qingyu lowered his head and bowed in return. When he raised his head again, he couldn't even see their backs.
"They are the two masters of Xiyue Temple, Yue Tiannu and Yuzhen." Wenren Shen observed his words and asked considerately: "Do you know my niece?"
Ye Qingyu shook his head. For some reason, she, who had never been bothered by anything, couldn't get rid of the curiosity about those eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't Xiyue'an have its own big city in the demon world?"
Wenren Shen said: "This is a newly opened battlefield, and Wu'an City is a newly built city. They also want to do their part for the human race."
Ye Qingyu nodded slightly and stopped talking.
A newly built human city on the front line of the battlefield was of inestimable value. Everyone wanted to take a look and look for an opportunity... Her father brought her here for this reason.
"Let's go in first, don't affect the city defense." Ye Lingxiao took the initiative to walk in, indicating that he had indeed chosen to settle in this city. He looked at Wen Renchen: "Has there been any progress in your investigation of the mastermind behind the scenes?
?Do you need Lingxiao Pavilion to cooperate? It may not be convenient for you in the Central Territory, but we are in the Central Territory and we also have some business."
Although he didn't like that guy Jiang Wang.
But now that something happened, he couldn't help but sigh.
Furthermore, how could he not be concerned about his precious daughter's loss of soul? And An An... An An doesn't know anything yet, so she can coax her out for a while. When she grows up and looks for her brother, how will he answer her?
At the very least, that kid knows how to give Master Ye a share when sending gifts, so he’s not really stupid.
Then Ye Lingxiao helps find a murderer to avenge him, which can be regarded as "a hero acts, and I do it myself."
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"Unlock the imprisonment, set me free, and I will go to hell to save you!"
"I can help you contact Yuheng Xingjun!"
"Hey, brother, don't go! Brother is really familiar with the Heavenly Prison. In ancient times, they were all a family! Brother, I will show you a clear path, do you listen?!"
"First let me untie my brother. It's really uncomfortable to be tied up. Some things have come to mind, but I can't remember them... Do you think it's strange?"
Emerging from the tree hole where he was hiding, Jiang Wang put away the red makeup mirror and cut off the old dragon's chatter.
Because the soul was guarded by the magical power of Red Heart, the soul was the least damaged, and there was no fundamental damage.
He also first explored ways to save himself from this direction - starting from outside.
After painstaking research, he actually figured out a way.
In the world of souls, with the magical power of the Red Heart as the body, with the Bodhisattva of Six Desires as the body, he opens the gate of heaven with the Heavenly Palace, penetrates the barriers of all realms, and pursues the connection in the dark... and finally transmits his thoughts in the Yuheng Star Tower.
The connection between the monks and the Starlight Holy Tower relies on the power of the stars to bathe in the starlight and follow the universe. His behavior is like lighting an unknown candle and shining the candlelight on the stars.
Even though his Starlight Holy Tower is extremely stable, his goal is clear, and his star path is clear. Even though his spiritual consciousness is powerful among the Shenlin monks, it still took a lot of hard work.
It was so complicated and time-consuming, but the idea that was finally transmitted to the Yuheng Star Tower was very weak, and it was not enough to control the Yuheng Star Tower to do something.
But this process can circumvent the restrictions of the Heavenly Hell World and will not cause any movement in this Heavenly Hell World, so it is of sufficient value.
In all attempts under the current predicament, safety must be the first priority.
Although he could only weakly sense the Yuheng Star Tower itself, he thought that there was an old dragon sealed in the Yuheng Star Tower. As a dragon, Senhai Old Dragon must have a good understanding of the demon clan, and might be able to help find it.
Some methods.
So he still worked hard to push forward the last step and successfully conveyed his thoughts to the Star Tower.
But as soon as this guy opened his mouth, he just relaxed and freed himself, and didn't give any useful information. He really didn't change his original intention.
Jiang Wang didn't feel any dissatisfaction with all the hard work being wasted.
How can things in this world go as planned?
If there is no way, you will have to go another way.
Looking around with vigilant eyes, Jiang Wang silently walked through the old forest and began today's journey to find medicine. If he had to rely on himself to recover from his injuries, he would have to wait until the year of the monkey... So he does it every day
He would take some time to look for medicinal materials, anything to replenish blood and qi, which would be helpful to his current body.
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He had been like this during the past few days living in Shiwanda Mountain - most of the time, he hid in the red mirror to nurse his injuries, trying to become a good doctor by healing himself. Then he would come out from time to time every day to look for medicine and observe by the way.
Nearby situation, add map details.
The scope of his exploration is currently limited to within a thousand miles.
He didn't dare to go far away because he didn't know the corresponding information at all. If he accidentally got close to any battlefield, he wouldn't be able to find the grave.
What worried him was that there seemed to be more and more monsters entering the mountain in the past two days.
The day before yesterday, he met a group of little demons, and yesterday he met three groups, but he avoided them all. Today, not long after he emerged from the tree hole, he ran into two groups of little demons... The hundred thousand monsters in the mountain were promised.
What about Rareness?
Although there was a need to supplement information, he also maintained restraint and did not attack any of the little monsters. These monsters who entered the mountain seemed to be burdened with some kind of mission, and many died for no apparent reason, which would inevitably lead to investigation by the powerful.
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He is the least able to withstand investigation.
His movements these days are not fixed at all, and his place of residence is very simple.
Or a tree hole, or a crypt, in short, any place where the red mirror can be placed secretly... like a lonely ghost wandering in the deep mountains and old forests, leaving no trace of him.
There are more and more little monsters entering the mountain, and his daily resting place can only become farther and farther away.
From the moment he got the red makeup mirror, he knew it was not strong.
Although as his understanding of the red mirror deepens, he believes that the red mirror will be reunited in some way after it is broken, but the person hiding in the red mirror may not recover.
In order to prevent Hongzhuangjing from being discovered by a reckless demon clan and forcing him to go on a killing spree and expose his whereabouts... he could only retreat carefully and retreat again and again.
I have also followed several groups of monsters in an attempt to figure out their purpose. But it seems that the purpose of each group of monsters is different. Some of them come into the mountains to hunt, and drag an evil beast away from time to time. Some seem to be
I'm looking for something, and I want to dig deep for several feet.
Jiang Wang followed quietly and never disturbed the actions of these monsters. He just silently recorded their conversations using the art of sound-hearing, and then reproduced them with the dreamlike order and kept them in his heart.
When I found a place to stay and hid in the red mirror, I nursed my injuries while trying to figure out the meanings of these weird pronunciations, so as to learn the demon language...
I didn’t expect that I have to study in this world, and I still have to study in the demon world.
You need to learn when you are a nobleman, and you also need to learn when you are on the run.
The Confucian sages were right.
There’s really no limit to what you can learn!
This chapter has been completed!