"It turned out to be a state of mind enlightenment, a state of mind enlightenment from three swords to six swords!"
Li Canglang's hand holding the letter couldn't help but tremble, and even his mood became excited.
On the letter paper, there are all the thoughts and feelings of Marquis Yingwu copied from Qingge.
The feeling of state of mind has a price but no market.
Each cultivator's state of mind is equivalent to a heart-like existence. It is the source of life. It is treasured and treasured and will never be passed on to others.
Even if some lucky cultivators get the mental insights left by their predecessors by chance, they will never leak them to others. As long as they have the mental insights in hand, it can be said that more than half of the difficulties in facing a breakthrough have been successful.
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Xu Yan's eyes were slightly red and his voice was choked with sobs, "Being lucky enough to meet my young master is not in vain for the twenty years of hardship we have endured. Now, it's finally over."
Yang Zhi held back the sourness in his heart and smiled, "Yes, everything will be fine in the end. Follow the little master and you will have meat to eat."
"As long as the massacre army is around, I will never let my little master be bullied." Li Canglang secretly gritted his teeth and said.
The three of them looked at each other, complex emotions welling up in their hearts.
They have gone through hundreds of battles, traveled south and north, suffered a lot, and shed a lot of blood. Even in the face of severe torture, they will never bow their heads, let alone shed tears.
However, everyone's heart is soft, and they will be moved by a gentle warmth.
The massacre army is like this, and the night song is like this.
It was already evening when Qingge left the courtyard.
The sun sets in the west, the setting sun is like blood, and the burning clouds cover half of the sky.
She held the snow-white little fox in her arms, wearing the original mask on her face. Three thousand white hair was pulled up and hidden in the bamboo hat. Unconsciously, she walked for a while, went up the steps, and stood between two stone lions.
Stop in the middle.
Qingge raised her head and looked towards the gate of this majestic mansion.
On the plaque, the three characters "Yingwuhou" with flying dragons and phoenixes floating like floating clouds exude awe-inspiring righteousness, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, making people awe-inspiring.
This was the mansion that Beihuang gave her when she was granted the title of Marquis. Later, because she got the Immortal Stone and the Great Spiritual Master's Book in Marquis Yingwu's mansion, she believed that Marquis Yingwu was not dead.
Therefore, when Beihuang proposed to change the plaque of Marquis Yingwu to Marquis Anguo, she did not agree out of respect for Marquis Yingwu.
The realm of the gods?
The world of the great spiritual master?
Perhaps, one day in the future, she can go to the heavenly realm of the gods and have a chat with Lord Yingwu.
Of course, the premise is that Marquis Yingwu is still alive.
Qingge raised her hand, opened the door, and walked into the Yingwu Marquis' Mansion.
Wandering in the courtyard carelessly, Qingge suddenly raised his head and looked forward, his ears twitching slightly.
She narrowed her eyes, her eyes filled with a cold and sharp look.
Qingge jumped up, crossed the Yanlou, and walked towards the hall.
Standing outside the door, Qingge's eyes tightened.
There is movement in the hall, someone is there!
Qingge held her breath, closed her eyes, and used her spiritual power to sense the scene inside the door.
Inside the room, a man with his hair tied up high sat at the table, his back to the door, drinking fragrant tea and playing chess seriously.
"I haven't been back for a long time. I didn't expect that everything here is still preserved for me." The man's voice was magnetic and contained the vicissitudes of life.
"Jingfeng, you should come back and take a look. I heard that your daughter is already the king of the Four Kingdoms."
Hearing this, there was a soft song outside the door, his heart was beating crazily, and his soul seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there was no sound or breath in the room.
Qingge suddenly pushed the door open. In the room, the furnishings were still the same and there was nothing.
Qingge quickly walked to the table. The tea was still hot and the chess game was halfway through. Qingge looked around but could not find the man's voice or smell his breath.
"Hou Yingwu, Marquis Yingwu!" Qingge picked up the cup of tea, her limbs were a little weak, and she was overflowing with joy.
Qingge put down the teacup, sat opposite the man, and watched the chess game carefully. She was a layman when it came to playing chess, but even so, she seemed to be able to feel the profoundness of the game. Marquis Yingwu seemed to want to tell
Tell her something.
She never believed that Marquis Yingwu, who had already broken through the Great Spiritual Master, would not know that she was eavesdropping. There was only one explanation, Marquis Yingwu had deliberately revealed it to her.
Jingfeng...
Night terrors!
It's her father.
Not dead, not dead!
Qingge sat weakly on the chair, feeling complicated and mixed, and her eyes were actually a little red.
If Ye Jingfeng is not dead, where is Yan Bingtong?
In her two lifetimes, her only regret was that she had no father to love her and no mother to love her. Her only regret was that she had an old man like Ye Qingtian.
She had no hope for family ties or parents, but one day, when she knew for sure that Ye Jingfeng was still alive, her lifeless heart seemed to burn.
She eagerly wants to see her, she longs for that repressed feeling, she also wants to be pampered, loved, and protected. If she gets angry outside, she can just go home and stamp her feet or act coquettishly.
The parents, who were guarding their shortcomings, went out to find a place.
Qingge was alone, brewing feelings in the huge mansion.
After a long time, it was getting late, and her mood gradually calmed down.
Only then did she realize that there were teacups on both sides of the chess game and on both sides of the table.
Qingge smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup opposite Marquis Yingwu, and drank it all in one gulp.
When he put down the tea cup, Qingge stood up, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
She walked out of the room and locked the door.
Everything that happened just now was like a passing cloud, a misty scene.
But Qingge knows that it is real.
Her father is waiting for her in the realm of the gods.
Qing Ge really wanted to rush back to Ye Mansion without stopping and tell Ye Qingtian, but now Ye Qingtian couldn't stand the excitement. What's more, Ye Qingtian had already accepted the death of Ye Fengfeng. Today, more than ten years later, someone suddenly
Come and tell him that his son is not dead, but I'm afraid the old man can't bear it for a while.
Besides, so what if you know, in the realm of gods, in such a far away place, Ye Qingtian is old again, with half of his foot on the road to hell, can he still see Ye Jingfeng before entering the coffin?
Hard to say?
And Ye Qingtian may not necessarily believe her, and may even irritate Ye Qingtian.
Therefore, Qing Ge did not intend to tell Ye Qingtian.
But she has made up her mind that she must continue to become stronger. Once she reaches the Great Spiritual Master, she will be able to go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods and take her grandfather to meet his unfilial son who has not returned home for more than ten years.
She only hopes that she will grow stronger faster than Ye Qingtian will grow old.
Qingge's mind was like mush, and she walked towards Ye Mansion while thinking.
Her heart has already leapt.
Fly to the ninth heaven.
In the deep night, along the long streets and in the remote outskirts of the imperial capital, the Yingwu Marquis' Mansion stands majestic, solemn and solemn.
Singing softly, wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, he walked towards the night house.
In the house of Marquis Yingwu, in front of the chess game, that figure appeared again.
He picked up the unfinished tea cup, took a sip, and then said, "I have to rush back."