The most important question for Qing Ge now is how to break through to the third level Great Spiritual Master.
Moreover, she had just broken through to the second-level Great Spiritual Master, and her strength had not yet been consolidated.
Qingge naturally knew that once she left Zilingyuan, Liu Yan'er and others would be severely hit, but she also knew that this was the last resort.
Liu Yan'er trusted her. In the final analysis, the relationship between the two was just a friendship over a bowl of wine. After the discussion, it seemed that they had become friends of life and death.
What a fool.
Qingge pursed her lips and sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, motionless.
She is currently stabilizing the spiritual energy of the second-level great spiritual master, and the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Realm of the Gods is particularly pure. The pill fire can accept the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, but various parts of the body, such as the muscles, veins, and organs, have difficulty adapting.
Therefore, there are many cultivators from lower planes who came to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods and failed to make progress in cycles. Because they were too anxious to practice, their internal organs were ruptured, their muscles and veins were disconnected, and their blood flowed backwards, ending up with bleeding from the seven orifices.
When Qingge was practicing, the Four-Star Continent, Beiyue Dynasty.
Mohist family.
Mo Xie had nothing to do all day long, forgetting all the cultivation matters. He often sat on the back hill of Mo Mansion, lying on the grass, with fallen leaves occasionally brushing his cheeks. He rested his head with his hands, and looked up at the changes of day and night with a pair of narrow starry eyes.
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In this regard, Su Ya and Mo Yuntian had nothing to say. Mo Xie's heart had long been left with Ye Qingge, and tonight Qingge went to the Heaven of Gods, how could he sleep alone in the Four-Star Continent?
To be safe? That is almost impossible.
The door of Mo Mansion was pushed open. Xiao Rufeng carried two bottles of wine and walked to the back mountain. When he saw Mo Xie lying on the hillside, he frowned and shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness.
"Already have a way?" Xiao Rufeng asked.
Mo Xie finally had a glimmer of light in his eyes. He sat up, took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip, "No one knows me better than the wind."
Xiao Rufeng was extremely helpless, "A few years ago, the three of us were drinking in Ye Mansion. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? I know you, but I don't understand you. Do you know where the heaven of the gods is? Live and kill.
There are all kinds of monsters and monsters. Rather than risking your life, it is better to stay in the Beiyue Dynasty, sit on one side, and be as carefree as a god. Look at me, I am already the head of the Xiao family. My status is not as good as that of the superiors, but I have already gone there.
The four kings of the Realm of the Gods and I are brothers and sisters. I have been bragging about this matter for three whole years, and I have no plans to stop now. But I am happy. What are you fighting for? What are you betting on?"
Mo Xie concentrated on drinking and said nothing.
He and Xiao Rufeng were the same people, and they didn't care so much about power, status, money, and beauty. Therefore, their relationship has never changed for more than ten years.
Xiao Rufeng paused and said: "I also know that everyone's pursuit is different. Some people are free and easy to compete with living gods, and some people throw their heads and blood on the line of life and death. They are all very happy and enjoy it. I just hope that you won't be so tired.
.You went to Luohua City because of Ye Qingge. You wanted to do her best and protect her, but what did you really protect her?"
Mo Xie's drinking movements were completely frozen. Time and the scene seemed to have been frozen. Only the faint wind stirred up the withered yellow leaves all over the ground.
What did he protect her from?
Mo Xie couldn't answer a simple sentence.
If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem like you are protecting anything.
A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of Mo Xie's mouth, and his eyes shone with crystal light. The pain was like a fierce ghost biting off his neck, and a thick suffocation filled his chest, making it so difficult to breathe.
The spout of the yellowed wine gourd was tilted, and the strong smell hit his nose, and the wine sprayed all over his face.
Mo Xie opened his mouth slightly, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he stopped talking.
The numbing feeling was like thousands of ants gnawing at his limbs, bones, and heart.
Xiao Rufeng paused and said bluntly: "You claim to have stepped into Luohua City for her, but you don't know how much of a psychological burden it is for her to do so. If something happens to you in Luohua City,
, how guilty she will be. Look, in fact, when you entered Luohua City, it was a game against Qing Ge from the beginning. It was just to invite you to enter the urn. You are still enjoying it. The result can be imagined. Qing Ge spent a lot of money for you.
Ten grains of true essence, for you, I stepped into the alchemy house and was insulted. In such a difficult environment, I became a dazzling alchemist in a few months. She saved you, but she went to Longfeng Mountain."
Every word of Xiao Rufeng was like a sharp blade piercing through Mo Xie's body. In the blink of an eye, Mo Xie's shaky heart was riddled with holes.
Mo Xie smiled bitterly.
He is not as good as Ji Yue who can make Ye Qingge fall in love deeply.
He is not aventurine, and can use his life to bring Qingge back to life.
He lowered his head.
"Brother Mo, I said so many words not to bury you, but to let you know that if you decide to go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, don't do it in the name of Ye Qingge. You should know that if you want to go
People who go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods are all looking for the true meaning of cultivation and want to see what is different about the world of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. If you want to go, go for martial arts and cultivation. Don’t mention it on the way.
Ye Qingge, because Ye Qingge doesn't need anyone's protection, she is a miracle in her own right. Even if she is wandering between life and death, she can still turn the tide of danger and turn things around. You don't need to protect her, you just need to be her comrade-in-arms.
." Xiao Rufeng said with serious eyes.
Ye Qingge was originally a free and unrestrained person with a clear distinction between love and hate, but because of the emotional baggage, she was completely breathless.
Xiao Rufeng was one of the first people to come into contact with Qingge. Of course, he knew Ye Qingge's extreme paranoia. She would repay a hundred times as much as she was willing to do to others.
He only hoped that Ye Qingge could live for himself and fight for his cultivation instead of those emotional burdens.
"Listening to your words is better than studying for ten years. Rufeng, have you ever become so capable?" Mo Xie felt relieved, raised his head to drink, and said with a smile.
"I just want to tell you that once you make a decision, don't do it under the banner of Ye Qingge, but do it for cultivation and for yourself." Xiao Rufeng said indifferently.
He is a vulgar person. He has been practicing for three days, fishing and two days drying nets. He can be regarded as a miser. He keeps accounts every day. He has flowers, wine and a big house. Occasionally he will look in the mirror and exclaim, this person is like this.
Such a handsome man is rare to find. He also wants to wait for a girl. The girl who comes by chance can be beautiful or mediocre. As long as he looks at each other and occasionally quarrels, it is also very warm.
See, that's the kind of person he is.
Unlike Ye Qingge, who sacrificed his life to practice and became a great spiritual master in three years, ruling the vast four-star continent.
He is not Mo Xie. There is someone in his heart who is more important than his life.
He is not even Beihuang. He wants the country but not the beauty. He sings and sings every night in an attempt to numb himself.