Chapter 194 The world is magnificent because of the young man standing up
Chapter 194 The world becomes more beautiful because of the young man who stepped forward
The setting sun hangs the shadows of the twin towers upside down, and the evening wind blows away the smoke from thousands of houses.
Yu Qixiang took Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo and walked together on the street.
With a pure smile on her face, the girl looked at the lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the street at dusk.
In this shop, a family of three cooked fish, and the aroma of mandarin fish wafted out, creating a happy scene for the whole family.
In another small courtyard, the father of the family was disciplining a child who had escaped from private school today. The child cried loudly, but Yu Qixiang smiled even happier.
Not far away, a single mother was washing clothes by the Zhutai River. Evening was not a good time to wash clothes. There was a little daughter standing next to her, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, looking at her mother pitifully.
"I'm going to see your uncle tomorrow. If you soil your clothes now, if you don't dry them tomorrow, I won't take you there."
"Mom, I didn't mean it..."
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Thousands of fireworks, like thousands of scenes, fell into the eyes of Yu Qixiang and Xu Wugui.
Although Xu Wugui was young, his eyes became a little lonely when he saw the thick smoke of fireworks, but he stubbornly remained silent.
At this time, Zhuo Yaoluo was only as big as a thumb, sitting on Xu Wugui's shoulder. He didn't care about this, he just stared at his legs and counted the stones on his body.
The one who likes to see these the most is Yu Qixiang.
Every day he took Xu Wugui to the streets. After playing, he ate some of Taixuanjing's famous snacks and occasionally went to see the famous scenery of Xuandu.
She also likes Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo very much, and plays with them every day. The great sage of Zhuxing Mountain who once entered the Dragon Palace, killed the Dragon King, and caused great troubles is, after all, just a fifteen-year-old.
A 20-year-old girl cannot be called mature mentally, but she also likes to play around. Occasionally she misses her relatives far away, or feels a little reluctant to leave this world.
Because of this.
Yu Qixiang, who has been living in the Lujing courtyard for half a month, has become even more greedy for the fireworks in the world.
Especially when she saw the reunions everywhere in the streets and alleys, she would always think in her heart that if her father were not the world's martial arts leader, King Chong'an, her mother and brother would also be wealthy people in Taixuan Capital, and there would be a place at home.
How nice would it be to have a small courtyard, or a few tile-roofed houses, and a family of four to just watch out for their happiness and health year after year?
The conflicts in the world have nothing to do with them.
But when Yu Qixiang thought about it again, he remembered the tragic scenes in Beique Dragon Palace, and felt a little hesitant in his heart.
"If I were not the daughter of King Chong'an, if I had not dreamed of the God of Gushe, then the teacher's blood feud would have been over, and the people who died in the Beique Dragon Palace would eventually have to turn into innocent souls and drown.
In Beique Hailong Palace, no one will think of them in all their lifetimes."
Just like in the Three Prefectures of Chong'an, Yu Qixiang once turned his back to the people, shouldered the responsibility of the princess, and went into battle to kill the enemy.
Yu Qixiang always felt in his heart that since he had done something wrong, he had to pay the price, but the vast Dragon Palace was full of human heads. The evil Dragon King never bless the people, but only cannibalized people, and the court did not pay much attention to it.
To control, someone must come forward and take control.
And she is the daughter of the King of Chong'an. Many soldiers from the three states of Chong'an fought bravely and sacrificed countless men just to protect the countless people of this great ambush.
But if... these people will eventually fall into the dragon's belly and be crushed by the sharp dragon's teeth, then the death of the soldiers who died outside the border will be meaningless.
"Fortunately, I am the daughter of King Chong'an. If I can kill a dragon king in this life, I will be considered to have earned something."
Yu Qixiang curled her lips and took Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo back to the courtyard.
The weather was originally very good today, with clear skies during the day and few clouds and fog. It seemed to be welcoming the coming of spring.
But as night approached, a large dark cloud came from nowhere and covered half of Taixuanjing, making the night seem darker and darker.
There were no stars or moon visible in the sky, it was completely dark and seemed quite depressing.
Yu Qixiang ate the dinner prepared by Qing Yue, read a book with Xu Wugui for a while, and played with Zhuo Yaoluo for a long time with the night pearl.
It's just that today is different from the past. The smile on Yu Qixiang's face seems a bit far-fetched.
She looked at the sky from time to time, only to feel that under the thick dark clouds, there was a pair of eyes full of murderous intent, which stared straight at her, seeming to easily crush her to ashes.
But there was no fear in Yu Qixiang's eyes, and she never regretted what she had done.
only……
Yu Qixiang looked at a yellow flower that she and Qing Yue planted in the courtyard more than ten days ago, and then looked at the warm little courtyard, feeling more and more reluctant to leave.
Being displaced for more than half a year has made Yu Qixiang extremely homesick.
It wasn't until she came to Taixuanjing, entered Lu Jing's courtyard, and was with Qing Yue, Zhuo Yaoluo, Xu Wugui, Pei Yingui, and Hancai every day that she felt a little more at ease.
But the long shadow still pressed on the girl's body, making her breathless.
And the arrival of dark clouds after today made Yu Qixiang even more worried.
She thought for a while, then quietly entered Qing Yue's room, leaving a hairpin for Qing Yue.
The hairpin was given to her by her brother. She originally thought that when the hairpin was ready, her mother would personally tie up her hair so that she could use this hairpin.
"I wonder if the pain on my brother's body is getting better."
With this in mind, Yu Qixiang left a jade pendant for each of Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo before walking out of Qingyue's house.
She sat in the courtyard and waited for a long time. Lu Jing, who had been studying and practicing in the library, finally came back.
"Why didn't you go out to see the night view of Xuandu today?"
Lu Jing was a little surprised when he saw Yu Qixiang sitting in the courtyard in a daze, and said with a smile: "I have never seen you in the past few days. I go out early and come back late every day. If the princess were here, she would definitely supervise your studies.
Children are allowed to play, but they should not be too unscrupulous."
Yu Qixiang came back to her senses, with a flash of disapproval in her eyes, and said: "Mr. Jing, if you think about it carefully, you are only two years older than me. In the final analysis, you can only be considered slightly older than a child."
Lu Jing smiled and looked at Yu Qixiang and said, "Although I am only two years older than you, I am your mother's good friend. If you really want to count, you still call me uncle."
Yu Qixiang was stunned for a moment, looking at the overly young "uncle" in front of her, and asked with unbearable curiosity: "Mr. Jing, why can you become friends with my mother? You are actually much different in age.
My mother is actually not very sociable, and she doesn’t have many friends over the years.”
Lu Jing looked at the blooming flowers in the courtyard, and then looked at Qing Yue, who was squatting in the kitchen far away, seemingly grinding some medicinal powder.
When Qing Yue saw Lu Jing coming, her eyebrows were like crescent moons and she was waving towards Lu Jing.
If it were a normal day, Lu Jing would definitely run out excitedly when he came to Qingyue.
But today, Qing Yue also noticed that something was wrong with Yu Qixiang. Now that Yu Qixiang was talking to Lu Jing, she just watched from a distance and you didn't come to disturb them.
Lu Jing smiled at Qing Yue, and then answered Yu Qixiang: "There are all kinds of people in this world, and there are all kinds of fate. Your mother and I are actually two different people. The reason why we can become friends is maybe
It's because of fate, maybe because we are supposed to be friends.
Actually... you don’t need to think too much about this, just remember that I am your Uncle Lu Jing."
Yu Qixiang wrinkled her nose and said: "Mr. Jing, you are thinking too well. You are only two years older than me, and you want me to call you uncle? Absolutely impossible."
Lu Jinghun didn't care and said: "It's up to you. If there is a chance in the future, we will meet your mother together and be careful to be scolded."
Yu Qixiang shook her head hard, her two braids hanging in the air, looking extremely unwilling, but the tension in her eyes and the confusion about the way forward were much less intense.
"It's good luck that there is a good friend of my mother's, Mr. Lu Jing, in Taixuan Jing. But... I'm afraid he won't be able to see my mother with me."
Yu Qixiang thought this in her heart, but said: "Mr. Jing, the reason why I am waiting for you in the courtyard today is actually to say goodbye to you."
Yu Qixiang's tone clearly revealed some reluctance.
Zhuo Yaoluo, who was wandering in the soil of the flower garden, suddenly poked his head out.
In the kitchen, Qing Yue's movement of grinding medicinal powder also stalled slightly.
Lu Jing frowned and asked, "Where are you going? Senior Baili has not left the palace yet. Do you want to go back to Zhuxing Mountain by yourself?"
Yu Qixiang said: "I won't go to Zhuxing Mountain. Among the great sages in Zhuxing Mountain, there are good people and some annoying people. I am going to go home."
Lu Jing didn't interrupt, he just looked at Yu Qixiang.
Yu Qixiang lowered his head and said: "The food cooked by sister Qingyue is delicious, better than the food cooked by the old men in the army in the house. Zhuo Yaoluo can become as big as a house, but on weekdays he seems like
Like a kitten, very docile. I still remember that earlier, I wanted a cat like this.
But one year there was a shortage of food and grass in the three prefectures of Chong'an, and all the cats and dogs within a radius of 500 miles were eaten, so the thought of raising cats disappeared.
Although Xu Wugui is young, he is more sensible than me. He studies hard every day. These days, he also practices a Qi-nourishing method to smoothen his own Qi and blood. He always thinks about traveling around the world like Sister Pei in the future.
Or, like you, become a teacher and educate others."
"Sister Pei and Sister Hancai have very different personalities, but are equally kind...
Yu Qixiang counted on his fingers and rambled.
Until the end, Yu Qixiang looked at Qing Yue in the kitchen and said sincerely: "Mr. Jing, when you have free time in the future, you can also come to Chong'an Sanzhou. Although it is more dangerous there, there are many beautiful scenery to see, such as
There is a rapeseed flower growing in Jiuchongyuan.
Every time it blooms, there is a sea of yellow flowers with no end in sight. When you are in it, you feel like you are wrapped in golden clouds. It is very beautiful."
Lu Jing was standing by the garden, listening to Yu Qixiang's words.
Yu Qixiang lowered his head and kept introducing the beautiful scenery of the three states of Chong'an.
From the sea of flowers to the cloud mountains, and then to a poplar forest, there are valleys where melons grow and caves where unicorns are said to appear...
She seemed to be introducing the three states of Chong'an to Lu Jing, and she seemed to be recalling the beautiful scenery of her hometown.
She talked for a long time, but her eyes were filled with tears.
But this girl had a stronger nature, because there were tears in her eyes, but she refused to raise her head, and finally returned to the house under the cover of night.
Lu Jing looked at Yu Qixiang's back: "This girl is really homesick."
He was thinking this in his mind.
The thick and dark clouds and mist in the sky are constantly flowing.
Lu Jing raised his eyes and felt that there was a creature among them that seemed to be born with some kind of coercion. When he wandered in the sky, all kinds of magical powers came into being and circulated around him.
Lu Jing was thoughtful.
It seems that the legendary Taichu Dragon Lord has entered Xuandu.
At this moment, Lu Jing, who originally wanted to go back to the main room, suddenly raised his eyebrows. He said a few words to Qing Yue, then turned around and walked out the door.
Walking out of the deep and silent Kongshan Alley, two figures stood under the flickering lights of Yanglu Street.
The two figures stood side by side, looking at Lu Jing from a distance.
One of them, Lu Jing, was quite familiar. He had met him before when he was at Shihua Pavilion. He was none other than Dr. Chu Yeshan, the Imperial College doctor from Chu State's palace.
At this time, Chu Yeshan was still wearing a gray robe. His rough face and burly body made it difficult for people to think that he was an accomplished scholar.
When he saw Lu Jing coming, he saluted Lu Jing from a distance.
The identity of Mr. Lu Jing Shulou can make most scholars respect him from the bottom of their hearts.
Even though the Duke of Chu's Palace stood behind the Seventh Prince, Chu Yeshan once gave advice to the Seventh Prince, and the Duke of Chu's Palace also sent strong men to kill Lu Jing, including Chu Yeshan.
But even though they were rivals, Chu Yeshan still had respect for Lu Jingxin.
Next to Chu Yeshan, another man wearing black brocade clothes, with two dragon horns on his head, and whose eyes naturally contained a kind of power, looked at Lu Jing who was slowly walking out of Kongshan Alley without saying a word.
"Mr. Lu Jing."
When Chu Yeshan saw Lu Jing coming, he had a rather heroic smile on his face. He took a step forward and said: "Yeshan came here today because he was entrusted by the Seventh Prince. He wanted to hand over an invitation to you and invite him to come."
The opening banquet will be held a few days later.
The twentieth day of the first lunar month...
It was the day when the Seventh Prince opened his mansion.
The Seventh Prince, who had been thinking about the wall in the Zhuzhong Palace for nine whole years, was finally going to leave Taixuan Palace and open a palace.
As Chu Yeshan spoke, he still held an invitation in his hand.
Lu Jing took the invitation and opened it carefully, only to see that there were only numbers written on it.
"Please invite Mr. Lu Jing to come to the mansion to talk about it on the day of the opening of the mansion."
"Yuxuan Tower."
Although there were not many words on this invitation, when these words fell into Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing's expression changed slightly.
These mere twenty words were actually written in cursive by Lu Jing.
Ever since Lu Jing became famous, Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy has become popular in Taixuanjing. I don't know how many dignitaries have been looking for Lu Jing's calligraphy and copying it every day, hoping to gain some charm.
Therefore, Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy is also called Jingshi.
There are countless people who copy the landscape, but very few can capture its charm.
But the words on today's invitation actually have the sharpness of the sword, the horizontal force of the pen, and the continuous atmosphere of the pen and ink, and have some real meaning from Lu Jing.
And apart from these...
The last three words Yuxuanlou were signed, but there was still a surging murderous intention. The continuous murderous intention was mixed in every word and ink. The pen and ink were like knives and swords, as if they were going to turn into wind and rain of swords and blow away Lu Jing's life.
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And this Yuxuan Tower is the name of the seventh prince.
"The sharp pen and ink seem to be mixed with the thunder of the future. The seventh prince's calligraphy is not bad."
Lu Jing praised, then changed the subject and said: "The thunder was full of murderous intent, but it stopped abruptly. The seventh prince specially handed over this invitation because he wanted to discuss with me the way to kill the soul?"
Chu Yeshan was also very calm and responded: "Sir, the Seventh Prince has been in Zhuzhongque for a long time. In the past six months, your reputation has been growing, but he has never seen you. It is for this reason... that he wrote this invitation in his own hand."
, I want to invite you to come to the mansion and talk to you."
When Chu Yeshan said this, he paused for a moment and then said: "The seventh prince will wait for you at the mansion. It would be best if you, sir, can come. If you can't come, the seventh prince will toast you with wine."
Lu Jing was thoughtful.
Another man with dragon horns on the side looked past Lu Jing and fell straight into Kongshan Alley.
"Yu Qixiang has been staying at your place these days?"
This man had his hands behind his back, and the dragon scales between his neck were still shining with a strange brilliance.
His eyes were cold, looking at Yanglu Street and Kongshan Alley, as if he were looking at an ordinary human world, and he was a god from above.
There is a natural power mixed in it, and it is also accompanied by the pressure of blood that can make all things bow.
Chu Yeshan, who was on the side, heard this man speak and saw that Lu Jing did not answer, so he took the initiative to smile and said: "Mr. Lu Jing, this is Prince Xuanwei of Taichonghai.
He happens to be a guest in Zhuzhong Quechong, and today I am here to deliver the invitation. He also wants to see the elegance of Taixuanjing's leader in white, so he comes with me."
Lu Jing was about to speak.
Prince Xuanwei frowned and said to Chu Yeshan who was standing beside him: "I have seen this so-called young leader of Taixuanjing a long time ago. Little Duke, I just came here today to take a look... Central Taichong Dragon
Now that you have entered the Xuandu Capital and all the eyes of the dragon clan in the world have fallen on Taixuan Capital, where is this Yu Qixiang?"
Chu Yeshan stood side by side with Prince Xuanwei, but he didn't care what the Prince of Central Taichong Dragon Palace said.
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows, looked at Prince Xuanwei up and down, and said, "Prince Xuanwei? We met once more than ten days ago."
More than ten days ago, Lu Jing went to Xunnan Fengmian to have a drink. On the way, there were changes and storms, and a dragon watched him through the clouds and mist.
That dragon is none other than Prince Xuanwei.
Thinking about it carefully, Prince Xuanwei's eyes were somewhat desolate at that time, as if Lu Jing had disappointed him.
Prince Xuanwei looked at the Wind-Calling Sword and Rain-Calling Sword on Lu Jing's waist, and saw the white clothes on Lu Jing's body, but he frowned and said: "Sir, you are the genius of Taixuan Jing, and you have the ability to enforce the law."
You have authority, but now you are hosting a key criminal who massacred the Dragon Palace. Have you ever considered that this is not appropriate?"
Prince Xuanwei stood under the light, his body looking extremely tall. He lowered his head and stared at Lu Jing. His indifferent eyes fell on Lu Jing and seemed to turn into a strong wind, blowing the white clothes on Lu Jing's body.
When Lu Jing heard what Prince Xuanwei said, he looked a little surprised and asked, "Prince Xuanwei is from Taichonghai?"
Prince Xuanwei remained silent.
Lu Jing asked again: "Taichong Dragon Palace is the head of the five dragon palaces. The other dragon kings of the four directions are respected by Taichong Dragon King. Does Taichong Dragon Palace know that Beique Sea Dragon King has trained the blood formation with the life of ordinary creatures?"
Do you want to extend your life in this way?”
Lu Jing remained calm, but his eyes fell on Prince Xuanwei, observing the many subtle expressions on Prince Xuanwei's face.
Unexpectedly, Prince Xuanwei nodded calmly and said: "The Dragon King of Beique was once stabbed by the domineering general and was seriously injured. After suffering for hundreds of years, he could not escape the fate of losing his vitality and dying.
Because of this, I, the Grand Prince of Tai Chonghai, gave him the method of extending his life, hoping to extend his life and maintain the Beique Sea, so that’s why there was that bloody formation.”
Chu Yeshan on the side was a little surprised and turned his head to look at Prince Xuanwei.
Prince Xuanwei seemed to think that this kind of thing was quite normal, and there was no trace of any strange color on his face.
Lu Jing, who originally wanted to detect the authenticity of this matter from the expression of Prince Xuanwei, couldn't help but squinted his eyes.
His expression remained normal and he asked again: "Mortal creatures also have lives, families, and many fateful feelings involved in the world.
If they die because of this, just to extend the Dragon King's life, I'm afraid they won't be very willing in their hearts, right?"
When Prince Xuanwei heard Lu Jing's question, he glanced at Lu Jing and said, "Lu Jing, I have been in Taixuanjing for more than ten days and have read your Three Thousand Words.
But I think your remarks are quite ridiculous. Although the Master paused, he also ignored the facts."
"Of all the spirits in the world, there are naturally the most noble among people, and that is the many adults who stand in high places in Taixuan Capital.
They turn their hands to become clouds and turn their hands to become rain. The huge Fu Chao moves with their own thoughts, which is naturally indescribable.
But among people, the vast majority are lowly people. They cannot practice cultivation and can only work all day long and live a mediocre life just to have a full belly."
"What benefit do these people have from living in the human world? They can enter the Beique Sea Dragon Palace and become part of the blood array to continue the Dragon King's destiny. On the contrary, they can play a great role."
"Lu Jing, you mentioned in Three Thousand Words that everyone has a destiny... But there are people who value their lives, and there are people who despise their lives! People who despise their lives are like grass. If you cut off one stubble, another one will naturally grow.
Come on, how can their lives be compared with the lives of dragons?"
Prince Xuanwei spoke without being cryptic. He tilted his head and stared at Lu Jing in front of him, and his words were very direct.
"Lu Jing, although you have an ordinary background and were once expelled from Taixuanjing Palace, you have now climbed out of the humble soil. You have your own nobility.
Now that you have reached this point, you should not classify yourself as the same kind as those lowly people, otherwise you will become an alien in the eyes of many similar people, and it will also bring you a lot of trouble."
At this point, Prince Xuanwei's voice became a little colder. He looked towards Kongshan Lane and said, "Since the Dragon King of Beique Sea has fallen, the dragons with noble blood in the world cannot die in vain. Even if she is the daughter of King Chong'an,
It must be repaid with blood.
Lu Jing... I heard that you and the princess have an old relationship, but I hope to see you at the seventh prince's wedding banquet. You should not get involved in this muddy water."
Lu Jing listened calmly all the time, and occasionally there was a look of deep thinking in his eyes.
Until Prince Xuanwei finished speaking.
Lu Jing finally asked: "But I don't know how many people died when Beique Sea Dragon King wanted to extend his life?"
Prince Xuanwei waved his hand, as if he was a little tired of Lu Jing's question: "If they die, they will die. Who will count their numbers?"
A smile appeared on Lu Jing's face, and he nodded: "That's right, the dragon genus from above has only killed tens of thousands of ordinary people, so how can they count their numbers? This is too troublesome."
At this time, Chu Yeshan also frowned and looked at Prince Xuanwei beside him.
Vaguely, even Chu Yeshan felt that Prince Xuanwei's attitude towards mortals was a bit disgusting.
This was tantamount to not caring, as if people were walking on the road and didn't know how many ants they had stepped on. This attitude made Chu Yeshan, who had always been bold and heroic, feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.
After Lu Jing said what he just said, he just exhaled a breath, still with a smile on his face, turned around and walked towards Kongshan Alley.
Prince Xuanwei looked at Lu Jing's back. For some reason, in this brief moment, he could detect some of the charm of the world's sword armor from Lu Jing's back.
This made Prince Xuanwei momentarily stunned.
Since he shook his head slightly to dispel many thoughts in his mind, he said to himself: They are extremely different and cannot be compared."
He still remembered that when magic and white deer crossed the sky, at the end of the South China Sea, a sleeping old dragon opened its eyes and worshiped the man walking in the void.
The Candle King on the Iron-Blooded Throne spread his hands and said: "Come under my command, and you can look down at the heaven and earth with me."
The master who had already ascended to the sky also dropped pen and ink from the sky, praising...
The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy is already flowing!
At this time, the young man in the distance was also wearing white clothes like sword armor in the world, but in the heart of Prince Xuanwei, the two of them were different.
Lu Jing then returned to Kongshan Lane and entered his courtyard again, but frowned again.
"Where is Qixiang?" he asked Qingyue.
Qing Yue said: "I just went back to the house."
Lu Jing glanced at the side room and didn't say much. Instead, he smiled softly at Qing Yue and said, "Brother Feng Mian invited me to have a drink today. You should rest early. You have to go to Mr. Eleven's place tomorrow."
There were still many messages echoing in his mind.
[Great disaster: Provoking the dragons in the world...obtaining the Qing Life Style [Dragon Slayer].]...
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This night, many things will happen in Taixuan Capital.
The clouds and mist in the sky were thick and thick, as if a storm was brewing.
In Taixuan Palace, a middle-aged man wearing silver armor, whose eyes opened and closed with the power of heaven and earth, was sitting opposite Baili Qingfeng with a free and easy-going look.
The two sat opposite each other, and the middle-aged man remained silent.
Baili Qingfeng smiled and handed the red gourd on his waist to the middle-aged man.
Nan Xuehu was in the Nanguo Duke's mansion, but he felt a little worried in his heart. He always felt that with Lu Jing's temperament, there would always be some trouble.
Nan Fengmian sat cross-legged in the small pavilion, glanced at Nan Xuehu, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there are rules in this turmoil. Since there are rules, Lu Jing will not make a special trip to die."
Nan Xuehu sighed and said: "Mr. Lu Jing has a straighter temper and cannot tolerate sand in his eyes. Such a person is naturally worthy of admiration, but he will eventually have to endure many dangers."
Nan Fengmian shook his head solemnly. He looked at Nan Xuehu seriously and said, "Sometimes, this world will become more beautiful because of young people stepping forward."
"Some of the people in Xuandu have to take into account the general situation of the world, some feel that the lives of the people are indeed no match for the Dragon King's, and some are busy supporting the world and defending against foreign enemies, and have no time to take action.
Only Yu Qixiang, who has a simple mind, thinks that the Dragon King should not kill people. She killed the Dragon King and messed up the situation in Beiquehai, but she was doing it for the sake of the mortals in the world. If she was allowed to die alone in Taixuanjing, she had just arrived.
In the spring breeze..."
"not good."
ps: There is a treasure chest. If you open 6666, you will receive a 388 red envelope.