The news of Linfeng Yan's selection of Suzaku's successor has spread throughout Kyushu, and the competition is very fierce. After all, there are only five places.
At the feet of the Emperor, there are countless wildernesses and countless talented people.
And the person who eventually becomes the inheritor of Suzaku must be the best among geniuses.
Qingge ignored the Suzaku inheritance and kept huddled in the room thinking about aventurine cod.
She left the capital at night and ran forward, trying to see the man in white robe again, the cat with beautiful sapphire eyes.
Unfortunately, in the early morning, Qingge returned home disappointed.
Qing Ge was sitting alone on the dry well. When she raised her head, she could see the morning sun. The first ray of light in the early morning was reflected in her eyes.
The light singer holds the Mingwang sword and gestures in front of the dry well.
She didn't dare to touch other weapons. Even if she was very handy with them, they didn't belong to her after all.
Qingge didn't dare to look at Xiao Xiaoyue in the red veins, she still couldn't get rid of the killer.
Reason told her that she could only survive if she killed her own child.
But if this is the case, this incident will become a calamity for her and may ruin her cultivation.
Qing Ge leaned against the dry well, raised his head and took a sip of wine.
Time flies, and we can never go back to the old days.
Mo Xie never walked through the front door, and liked to climb over the wall, carrying several jugs of good wine. When Ye Qingtian saw it, he chased him with a stick. She and Xiao Rufeng sat under the tree, drinking and laughing.
Everyone has his own ambitions.
Of the three of them, one has aspirations for the world, one is in love with mountains and rivers, and the other wants to live an ordinary life, without fighting or grabbing, without making a fuss, just as long as the water flows slowly.
So they have three completely different lives.
Qingge wandered around Xixuan Palace, walked out of Xixuan Palace, and walked to Chiyang Sect.
She pushed open the door of Jinyueyuan, which was not locked.
A figure appeared behind her. Qingge looked back and saw that it was the blood baby, the half-demon boy.
The Blood Baby bit his lip and looked at her with red eyes, "It seems that the Shadow Pavilion is better than the Scarlet Sun Sect. There is no future in the Scarlet Sun Sect. But if you go to the Shadow Pavilion, you can become the tutor of the First Palace."
Qingge smiled lightly and walked towards the house, with the blood baby following closely behind.
"Are you afraid of me?" Qingge asked.
"I'm afraid, you are scarier than a half-demon." Blood Baby said, "But I can smell the same kind of scent in you."
Qingge paused in her steps, her eyes flashing slightly.
After a while, Qing Ge turned back to look at the blood baby, a smile spreading deep in his eyes.
similar?
What are the cousins of half-demon?
Qingge shook her head and continued walking.
The blood baby followed behind, opening and closing his little mouth and mumbling, "I love the Scarlet Sun Sect very much. Although the Scarlet Sun Sect is in decline, it can protect me and give me a home. Half-demon has no place in this plane.
Seeing a half-demon is like a rat crossing the street, everyone can beat or scold me, it was Uncle Wei who brought me to Chiyang Sect, and none of my other brothers and sisters ever bullied me."
"What do you want to say?" Qing Ge asked.
"You are from Chiyang Sect..." Xueying murmured.
Qingge did not answer Xue Ying's words, but walked to the desk, polished it, held the langhao pen in hand, and started writing.
She drew the appearance of aventurine cod in the form of ink painting.
"Who is this person?" Xue Ying lay down in front of the table and asked.
"A forgotten friend." Qingge said lightly.
The blood baby blinked curiously.
The blood baby seemed to understand but not quite.
Qingge put down the pen, turned to look at the screen, nodded slightly, "Sect Master Wei."
Wei An was wearing a gray robe and had an elegant and gentle temperament. When he saw Qing Ge, he smiled slightly.
"Blood baby, you go out first." Wei An said.
Xue Ying's eyes moved back and forth between Wei An and Qing Ge, and finally walked out with small steps.
Wei An looked at the man in the painting and said, "The painting is good, lifelike."
Sing softly and raise your eyes.
She is not good at painting, so every stroke she painted just now went with the flow, and even she could see that it was a good painting.
Wei An sat at the table and pointed to the crystal chessboard on the table, "Want a game?"
Wei An poured two cups of hot tea.
Qingge walked slowly and sat opposite Wei An.
Wei An's center, Baizi Liancheng, occupies the main position as soon as it comes, and there are ways out in all directions.
Qingge closed her eyes, and the chessboard appeared in her mind in the form of a city wall map.
She picked up the sunspot and landed it in the upper left corner.
Wei An raised his eyebrows and said, "The sword is on the wrong side. This move of yours catches the enemy by surprise. It's a good chess move."
Wei An's retreat was blocked, but he didn't feel any nervousness. On the contrary, he calmly picked up a piece, dropped it, and collected it again.
Wei An smiled lightly, raised his eyes to look at Qing Ge, and said, "It seems that I won."
"Uncle Wei, it's too early for you to be happy." Qingge made another move, turning danger into safety, turning defense into offense, and defending again and again.
The chess game is unpredictable and the thinking of the chess path is treacherous.
Wei An was stunned, it was already a dead end.
He picked up the tea cup and realized that the tea was getting colder.
Wei An took a sip of cold tea and carefully watched the game formed by each chess piece.
Life is like chess, and chess is like life.
Qingge looked down at her slender, white hands, dazed for a moment.
She once played chess and could hardly understand it at all. Now when she plays chess, she can even draw inferences about other cases.
The changes of every chess piece on the board are all in her eyes.
In the dark, there is a certain destiny.
Her body began to change.
Abdominal bones, as well as his understanding of various weapons, he is even one of the best in painting and playing chess.
While Wei An was thinking about how to break the situation, Qing Ge noticed with sharp eyes a pipa standing next to him.
Qingge walked to Pipa and sat on the chair.
When she plucks the strings of the pipa with her long fingers, the sound is like pearls and jade falling from the pan.
The sound of Feifei echoes in the green water, and it lingers around the beam for three days without stopping. It seems like someone from heaven is coming from the clouds, and the mist is wrapped around the finger, and flowers are growing, and the beauty is dotted with spring ink on the tips.
In an instant, the sound of the piano changes, like an autumn battle on the battlefield. Thousands of troops are rushing in. The weapons collide, the knives break the flesh and blood, the green grass is dyed red with blood, corpses are everywhere, and the sky is crying.
, the blood vulture is eating carrion.
In front of the window, Wei An, who was sitting at the table thinking about the chess game, suddenly felt a splitting headache when he heard the sound of the piano. It was as if he had been possessed and had backlash. He could not concentrate and his eyes began to blur.
At that moment, Wei An's soul seemed to be about to leave his body.
Veins popped up on Wei An's forehead. He flipped his hand and overturned the table, scattering black and white chess pieces all over the floor.
A strong wind blew outside the window, branches and wild flowers were blown off by the wind, and several perched birds suddenly let out painful wails.
The light singer covered the strings, and at the end of the song, the sound broke.
There was silence all around, you could hear a pin drop, but the ground was in a mess.
Qing Ge looked around blankly. The tables and chairs were all broken to pieces, and the wind messed up everything in the room.
A piece of white paper fell in front of her, with the picture of aventurine cod on it.
Qing Ge reached out her hand to catch the painting and stored it carefully and properly.
Qingge raised her eyes and saw Wei An sitting on the ground, covering his head.
Qingge walked up to Wei An, stretched out her hand to help Wei An up, "Uncle Wei."
Wei An had a terrible headache. He glanced at Qingge and said, "This pipa is poisonous."