The corners of Long Qingyue's lips pursed slightly, like the clouds in the sky, vague but profound, "Only those who have experienced bloody rebirth are truly strong, otherwise they are not worthy of me!"
Long Qingyu stared blankly at the girl's delicate side face, shrouded in the sunlight, like a snow lotus on the top of a snow-capped mountain, holy and unstained by dust.
During this period of time together, Long Qingyu almost didn't recognize his sister. If it weren't for that extremely familiar face, he would have almost thought that his sister had become a different person.
The cruelty and ruthlessness towards oneself and others during training, those passionate words, those special and unheard-of training methods, those rare pills and spiritual liquid...
Could it be that something happened to his sister that he didn't know about, which caused his sister's temperament to change drastically and become so cold and strange?
However, no matter how she changes, she will always be his most beloved and only sister!
"Let's go, brother. I believe they will surprise me in fifteen days." Long Qingyue turned around and smiled, walking towards the direction of Zhenhuang City.
The brother and sister returned to the city after half an hour's journey.
Suddenly I saw many people gathered in front of the notice board, and I couldn't help but curiously approached it. I saw a notice posted on the imperial list. The content was that the four-year spiritual power conference was about to begin, and the Qinglong Kingdom was soliciting candidates from all over the world.
As for miraculous beings, anyone between fifteen and thirty years old can participate in the competition. Then fifty outstanding ones will be selected from them to participate in the spiritual power conference held every four years.
The spiritual power conference was held by the four kingdoms of Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger and Xuanwu.
It happens every four years and is held in a different country each time. This time it happened to be the turn of the Blue Dragon Kingdom.
Long Qingyu's eyes were shining with gleaming light, full of anticipation. After waiting for many years, he could finally participate this time.
Seeing the hope in Long Qingyu's eyes, Long Qingyue smiled and said, "Brother, you can definitely do it."
Although she is fifteen years old now, she is in vain. If she is one year old next year, the spiritual power conference will have passed by then, and she will have to wait for another four years. Fortunately, Long Qingyue has no interest in this spiritual power conference.
Furthermore, she doesn't like to expose her strength to others.
Perhaps because of her temperament in her previous life, she prefers to live in the dark so that she can better protect herself.
The spiritual power conference will be held in two months, so the two brothers and sisters Long Qingyue went home after walking around.
As soon as I got home, I heard Uncle Li, the housekeeper, say: "Master, the prince has sent an invitation and asks you to go to Tianxiang Pavilion in the evening."
Long Qingyu responded lightly, but couldn't help but frown slightly. To put it bluntly, Tianxiang Pavilion is a brothel, located on the moat of Zhenhuang City. The reason why it is called Tianxiang is because the women there are all as beautiful as flowers, and they play chess, calligraphy and painting.
Proficient in everything.
The women in Tianxiang Tower are all performers rather than prostitutes, so they attract a large number of nobles, princes, grandsons and princes to come there.
The moonlight had just risen, and the city of Zhenhuang was already brightly lit.
Tianxiang Pavilion is even more lively. A large banquet table has been set up in the lobby. There are many princes and nobles sitting in the seats, but most of them are playboys. They are idle all day long, neither working hard on writing nor practicing spirituality.
, I only know how to eat, drink and have fun.
On the main seat, Nangong Ling's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he drank by himself from the wine glass, but his eyes were looking at the dishes on the table without focus, as if he was thinking about something, quite fascinated.
A somewhat feminine-looking young man came forward and asked, "Prince, what's wrong? Are you thinking about Long Qingyu?"
