When Qing Yue came to Begonia, the faint worry in her heart turned into a biting cold the moment she saw the Begonia flowers blooming.

She seemed to have expected something, but she felt the cold wind outside the door became stronger, making her feel cold all over.

Qing Yue stabilized her trembling body and looked down at the pink and white flowers.

In an instant, Qingyue saw the scene among the white flowers again.

She vaguely saw Lu Jing walking alone on a dark road, which was extremely dark.

Lu Jing lowered his head and walked quietly.

His eyes were confused, as if he had forgotten everything and his true intentions. Even the sword on his waist had disappeared, and he was just walking aimlessly.

Go, go...keep going!

"Master..." Qing Yue shouted in a low voice with a trembling voice.

She had a strong premonition.

If the young master continues like this, he will become farther and farther away from this world.

"Master!"

Qing Yue's voice suddenly became louder, trying to wake up Lu Jing.

But Lu Jing seemed oblivious, still moving forward stiffly and numbly.

"Master...Master..."

Qingyue's body kept shaking, but her voice became louder and louder every time.

The sound of "Young Master" seems to carry Qingyue's yearning, her yearning, her attachment and reluctance to Lu Jing, through the pink and white flowers, finally...

The scene finally reached Lu Jing's ears.

Lu Jing, who was walking on the dark road, seemed to hear Qing Yue's call.

He stopped in confusion, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

Qingyue is still calling.

So Lu Jing, who was in the darkness, turned his head and looked back.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jing seemed to see something, and his confused eyes became clearer.

"Qing Yue..." He also said Qing Yue's name, but there was a bit of confusion in his tone, as if he was recalling...

Qingyue...who is she?

"It's me, Master."

Qing Yue stood there, her head lowered and her shoulders shrugged. The cold wind outside the door kept blowing, blowing her green dress.

"It's my young master."

"Hurry up... come back quickly. It's too dark in this courtyard. I don't dare to live here alone."

…

That's just a commonplace statement.

But when the girl said these words to the crabapple flower with a trembling and expectant tone.

Emperor Chongtian in front of the Taixian Hall desk suddenly frowned, then stood up and looked in the direction of the Hezhong Road.

The White Deer Divine Sword shines brightly.

The incarnation of Sword Armor Shang Min suddenly dispersed, and the White Deer Divine Sword rolled up a sword light and flew out of Taixian Hall and Taixuan Palace in an instant.

"Let me see...how far can Lu Jing go?"

…

On the Hezhong Road, Lu Jing lowered his head above Lutan, and a name kept coming to his mind.

The owner of that name was with him day and night, the owner of that name placed his faith on him without reservation, and the owner of that name lived in the brightest and softest place in his heart.

"Qingyue..."

Lu Jing whispered to himself.

Scenes from the past seemed to be remembered by him.

He remembered Qing Yue holding a lunch box, standing under the crevice of the rockery, bending down and looking at him.

He remembered that Qing Yue always put her hands behind her back and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows.

He remembered what Qingyue said when she carefully took a bite of peach blossom cake and sold the remaining peach blossom cake to count the money.

"This is money for the young master to practice martial arts..."

Scenes from the past flowed by like those disgusting scenes.

He thought of those young and clear eyes in the shrine.

Thinking of Nan Fengmian, Nan Xuehu talked nonsense while drinking with him.

Thinking of the letter Chen Xuanwu wrote to him.

I remembered the gentleness on Mr. Guanqi's face and the admiration in his eyes when he first met him. I also remembered the black sandalwood sword and the holding pen that Mr. Guanqi gave him.

Sheng Zi, Si Wanyu, Nan Heyu, Zhuo Yaoluo, Zhong Yubai, Yu Qixiang, Wei Jingzhe, Guan Changsheng, Mr. Nine, Mr. Eleven...

Countless figures intertwined in his mind, instantly igniting the Fuguang Sword Qi bred in his soul and igniting his sword soul.

"My human world is roughly composed of these people."

Lu Jing remembered many things, and suddenly the sword light surged around his body, and the sword energy burst out of the air, illuminating the entire Lutan, and seemed to illuminate the world...

The sword bone in the center of his eyebrows was still trembling. The sword bone came from Mr. Fourth's human sword.

"In this universe, in this world, there are also stars..."

"Since I hold the sword energy of the human world, I think this human world is very good, why not reflect the stars of the human world?"

Lu Jing whispered softly.

Chu Kuangren, who was among the three stars in the sky that day, stood on the rooftop and looked down at Lutan, and then nodded: "Guanqi, you have a good sense. This power of Lutan has actually made Lu Jing's wedding dress, otherwise Lu Jing would have to accumulate it for a long time.

Only then can it reflect the third star."

"The human world is also a star."

"Tenth Yuan Star!"
Chapter completed!