In the courtyard in front of Dongzhou Pavilion, the practitioners had a good drink.
While Qingge was drinking with the palace master and others, he turned his head and looked at Ji Yue and Di Yungui, smiling helplessly.
This man is as childish as a child sometimes.
The palace master drank until he burped, sat on the chair and touched his chin, looking at Qingge complicatedly, his mind filled with what Qingge said.
Go to the Thousand Clans and build the race of Dark Masters.
This was something she had never dared to think about. It was so absurd and so difficult that no one dared to try it, not even the always bold Lord of the Dark Palace dared to take this path.
The Dark Hall Master raised his head and raised the wine pot high, and the wine poured out from the spout. The Hall Master drank it all, smiling and singing softly.
"Sister, don't drink too much."
Ye Jingjing said.
The face of the Lord of the Dark Palace suddenly changed, and he suddenly became unhappy. He looked at Ye Jingjing with a cold face, raised his eyebrows and said: "As the ominous god of the four tribes, he actually cares about the Empress of Dongzhou, little guy, you
Not good anymore."
Ye Jingjing stuck out her tongue: "Master, you should also drink less."
Although the concern came late, the Lord of the Dark Palace narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and snorted softly.
She actually liked Ye Jingjing very much, but Ye Jingjing only had the empress in her heart, and the palace master felt uncomfortable thinking about her.
Ye Qingcheng looked indifferent, holding Qin and sitting not far away from Qingge. Occasionally when he looked at Qingge, a faint smile would appear on his lips.
She didn't ask for much in this life, only the empress.
"Qingcheng has lost a lot of weight."
Qin Zong sat next to Ye Qingcheng and replaced the wine on the table with new tea.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the tea cup on the table in a daze. Tea smoke rose in curls, and a refreshing fragrance entered her nose.
He nodded lightly, nodded slightly, and said distantly: "I have been busy with many things recently, and I am busy practicing the ritual of worshiping the heavens without getting tired. I will be able to gain weight in the future."
Qin Zong smiled helplessly and almost spoke, but ended up silent.
Ye Qingcheng had never been close to him, and now that she was staying in Dongzhou, she felt that she no longer had him as her master.
"Aren't you planning to return to Huanyue Divine Sect?"
Qin Zong asked without giving up.
Ye Qingcheng was stunned. After drinking tea, she raised her eyes to look at Qin Zong and said clearly: "I am determined to be in Dongzhou, and I ask Master to help me make it happen."
"But you are my disciple and a disciple of the Huanyue Divine Sect. Is it too indifferent for you to act like this?"
Qin Zong said: "Look at Ye Jingjing, if she had a heart half as hard as yours, she wouldn't stay in the Four Divisions.
I can sympathize with your feelings, but you must also understand that master, once a teacher, is a lifelong father. I only hope that the Huanyue Divine Sect and the master can have some status in your heart."
Ye Qingcheng was silent for a long time, looking down at Fu Xiqin without saying a word. Most of the time, she was taciturn. It was not that she was not good at words, but she was dull and uninterested in worldly things.
Qin Zong spoke anxiously, accusing Ye Qingcheng several times in succession. Ye Qingcheng's face was unimpressed and expressionless.
Seeing this, Qin Zong was also deeply helpless, as if he was punching with all his strength, but it was as weak as hitting cotton.
Qin Zong knew quite a lot about Ye Qingcheng's childhood story, but he still didn't understand. After so many years, has Ye Qingcheng still not come out of the shadow of her childhood?
Or is it that she will never be able to get out?
Qin Zong doesn't understand, what happens in childhood can really affect a person's life?
So that even when you become successful and famous, there is always a crack in your heart that cannot be healed?
Ye Qingcheng hugged Fu Xiqin tightly, but pushed the tea cup away and poured a glass of wine: "I don't like tea."
The answer is not what was asked.
Qin Zong looked at Ye Qingcheng's side face. Her eyes were originally as bright as the cold stars and the bright moon. Unfortunately, she trained her armor with indifference. From then on, she became steel-framed and cold-hearted.
Qin Zong looked at the empress who was drinking and asked with a smile: "Is it because she likes to drink?
Qingcheng, do you know what you look like now? You don't look like a normal person. You are her shadow. I don't know whether you are attached to her or want to be her. Obviously, neither is a good thing.
You are no longer a child, you are an adult, and you must stop losses in time.
You possess a super high talent for musical instruments, and if you practice well, you will have a bright future.
In the hundreds of years since the Huanyue Divine Sect was founded, you are the one with the best talent.
I don’t want you to be fooled by Dongzhou’s temporary strength. Compared with the vast world, that corner of Dongzhou is nothing.”
Ye Qingcheng frowned, with obvious disgust flashing in his eyes: "Dongzhou, priceless."
Qin Zong looked at Ye Qingcheng's stubborn look, sighed, and stopped persuading him.
He was only afraid that Ye Qingcheng would delay the practice of Qin Dao and focus on the construction of Dongzhou. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?
Moreover, Koto technique and spiritual level training are completely different. The talent of technique depends on age, the younger the better, and most of the practitioners of technique have worked hard for the past thirty years, just to build a good career.
Base.
Ye Qingcheng has stayed in the four-star for the past ten years. The magic civilization of the four-star is very backward, or even non-existent. It is rare to have one or two.
Qin Zong valued Ye Qingcheng and also valued Ye Qingcheng's talent. He brought Ye Qingcheng to Huanyue Divine Sect in order to cultivate peerless geniuses.
He has strict requirements for Ye Qingcheng, and only hopes that his future glory will bear witness to his efforts at this moment.
But in the past nearly a year, Ye Qingcheng no longer only focused on Fu Xiqin and her Qin Dao skills. She followed the Empress and a group of people, running around, exhausted from the war, and exposed her ambition to dominate the world.
Qin Zong sighed, it was a pity that Ye Qingcheng had such talent.
"You really don't want to follow Master?"
Qin Zong asked.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes: "Qingcheng's ambition is in Dongzhou, and her heart is in the empress."
"Then what should you do if you don't have time to practice the Koto technique?"
Qin Zong asked back.
"Yes..." "A group of monsters appeared in Dongzhou. Be it the Empress, Mr. Liu, and the emperors Yungui and Long Shitian, it was obvious that they would follow the Empress to the Qian Clan.
Qingcheng, think about it carefully, have you made no progress in your Qindao skills in the past six months?
If things continue like this, when the Empress and the others go to the Qianzu, you will have to stay alone in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods to guard your beloved Dongzhou.
I only hope that you can also say the words "Aim for Dongzhou" at that time."
What kind of ambition is there in Dongzhou? All his loneliness and courage are given to the empress, and he never cares about anyone else.
Ye Qingcheng was so cold, and every time he thought about it, Qin Zong felt depressed.
Ye Qingcheng is actually a very smart person. When he first came to Tianyu, he was very obedient by his side.
Now that the empress is here, Ye Qingcheng's wings harden.
"I heard that you broke the Fuxi Qin in the battle of Dongzhou?"
Qin Zong sighed: "Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. For a qin master, the qin that has been with you for many years is more important than your soul.
The luthiers take care of it like a treasure. Have you ever seen any luthier drop his instrument?"
"..." Seeing Ye Qingcheng's stubbornness, Qin Zong narrowed his purple eyes and left angrily.
Ye Qingcheng held Fu Xiqin's hands lightly, tightened her lips, and lowered her eyelashes to hide the undercurrent in her eyes.
Years of isolation have made her dislike contact and communication with others, and she may have become accustomed to being alone.
She also tried to find the true meaning of life, but found that besides the empress, she was still the empress.
The empress, wearing the stars and the moon, pulled her out of the swamp just like before.
Without the empress, Ye Qingcheng is like a walking corpse, unable to play the beautiful music.
She respects Qin Zong as her master, and she understands that Qin Zong is kind to her.
But it's difficult to have both worlds. If she had to choose between the empress and the master, she would choose the former without hesitation.
In response to Qin Zong's angrily leaving, Ye Qingcheng had no ups and downs of mood except for a slight trembling of her eyelashes.
Not long after, Qin Zong left and returned, carrying a baggage on his shoulders, and sat back down next to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Qin Zong with confusion: "Master is going to travel far away?"
"Um."
"..." "Don't you ask me where I'm going?"
Qin Zong sighed, it was pity that he had a great reputation all his life, but his disciple had a wooden head.
"Where to go?"
"Dongzhou."
Qin Zong looked at Ye Qingcheng and smiled with high spirits.
Ye Qingcheng, who was indifferent, suddenly looked at Qin Zong. In an instant, his black eyes like a clear pool were filled with the light of thousands of stars.
"Look at you, you have been immersed in Dongzhou for the past six months, with no intention of making progress and no intention of playing the piano. If you don't discipline yourself well as a teacher, will you go to heaven?"
Qin Zong groaned: "In the future, I will accompany you in Dongzhou as my master. Don't take any chances. I will personally supervise your cultivation."
"Qingcheng thanks Master."
When Ye Qingcheng lowered his head, Qin Zong took advantage of the situation and touched Ye Qingcheng's little head, narrowing his eyes in comfort.
Suddenly, Qin Zong looked behind him sharply and saw a shadow rushing over like a strong wind.
The figure was pointed in one direction.
The terrifying sword intent and weapon spirit power covered the entire pavilion.
She stepped on the heads of countless cultivators with her feet, jumped up, flew high into the sky, and then quickly sank down to kill the empress with a sword.
She wants to kill the emperor with the sword, which is worthy of its name.
She wants to take back all the humiliation caused by Golden Thread.
Qin Zong saw the person coming clearly. He was dressed in red and had silver hair, and his veil was like snow. He had an emperor-slaying sword, and his majesty shocked all directions. He had a bit of the aura of the empress back then.
"Go to hell..." These three words seemed to be her mantra.
She hated all living beings and everything in the world, wishing that this prosperous place would turn into desolation, and all living things should die! Qingge looked up, the Emperor-Zlaying Sword reflected in her pupils was constantly enlarging, Mu Ruge's eyes were
It was covered in blood, red and scary, and was glaring at her angrily.
At a critical moment, at the critical moment, what Qing Ge thinks about is, will Mu also have hatred?
Such strong hatred is really like a living person.
Qing Ge smiled, and when the danger came, he was calm and as elegant as the wind. He slowly raised the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.
Her composure and Mu Ruge's thunderous and electric anger are two extremes like ice and fire.
Mu Ruge's speed was extremely fast, with such an angle and momentum, and the power of the holy weapon spirit, even if the empress had the ability to reach the sky, she would not be able to avoid this knife.
It is unimaginable what a terrifying scene it would be if the Emperor-Slaying Sword struck the Empress.
How can the human body withstand the sharpness of a knife?