Qingge looked at Mo Xuan's face as pale as paper and felt very complicated.
Perhaps, she had complained about the culprit behind her, but at the moment when the young man jumped, the Flame Sky was saved, and all her resentments disappeared.
She was once a good emperor who loved her people as her own children, and she once raised hundreds of millions of people with one hand. But when she saw the complaining practitioners outside the royal palace, she knew that all living beings were feeding unfamiliar wolves.
Therefore, Qing Ge did not go to see the situation of One Hundred and Eight Lu, but stayed to take care of Mo Xuan.
This is the boy's only thought.
Qingge almost stayed by Mo Xuan's side and didn't even go to practice. Mo Xuan fell asleep at night, and she stayed in the study next to him reading with a lamp on.
In the soul of Qing Ge, there is also a book called "The Promise".
When Qingge has a little leisure time, he will close his eyes and recite this book.
One morning, Qing Ge lay down in front of his desk and fell asleep. When he woke up in a daze, he knitted his beautiful long eyebrows.
Maybe he was too tired and fell asleep accidentally.
Qing Ge seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly put down the ancient book in his hand, and quickly got up and went to the side room.
The screen depicts a picture of a house filled with children and grandchildren, who are happy and full of joy.
The room was deserted, with heavy snow falling outside the window. Qingge walked around the screen and looked at the bed in a daze.
On the cold bed, brocade quilts were neatly folded, and an unopened envelope was placed above the jade pillow.
Qing Ge already had a bad premonition in her heart. She walked to the couch, opened the envelope, and looked at the contents of the letter carefully, her lips trembling.
"Lands and rivers do not meet each other, and even though they have been gone for many years, they still remain in this world."
"Don't think about it."
That frail woman, with three thousand white hair that blends in with the vast white snow, is the most desolate person in the world.
Deep in my memory, it was also a snowy day like this, with a cold wind blowing outside, a heater in the room, and a young man combing away three thousand worries for her behind her back.
At that time, he still had jet black hair, and the young man had bright eyes. Every time he saw his sister, he was filled with joy.
He said that he wanted to accompany his sister until she was buried, and the grave would be together.
What you said never counts.
He didn't accompany her until the end, and their graves are not in the same place.
The bag Mo Xuan carried contained the boy's ashes and one hundred and eight soul-eating nails. She jumped down and went straight to the bottom of the void abyss.
She found a warm place where the four seasons were like spring and the people coming and going were like gods in the sky.
She dug a grave with her bare hands, buried the ashes and one hundred and eight soul-eating nails in it, cut off her fingertips, and wrote the words on the tombstone with her own hands.
——The tomb of my brother Bingshu.
She leaned against the tombstone, lowered her head, and had a gentle smile on her lips.
"May my book lead me to the road to the afterlife, and my life will be reincarnated as a human being, without any ups and downs in my life."
Beside the grave, a poppy flower bloomed.
She raised her face and looked at a plaque in the distance. Milky white smoke was floating next to the four words written vigorously by the dragon and the phoenix.
Penglai Wonderland. Under the plaque, a handsome and tired man with silver hair and silver eyes walked past, like a blooming begonia flower. He was as clean as dust and his eyebrows were pretty, but his whole face was unbelievably evil. The contours were perfect and the facial features were perfect.
Exquisite, as sharp as a knife
.
…
Nine realms.
Qingge was stunned for a long time, then put the letter away.
She walked to the long corridor outside the door, looked at the vast whiteness between the sky and the earth, sighed softly, and the white smoke she exhaled sprinkled into the sky.
"May you be safe." She said. In the spiritual world, Senior Gu Long said: "Everyone's fate in this world is doomed. Some disasters cannot be escaped, and some blessings will come sooner or later. She will have good luck, and she carries
With the hope of Mo Bingshu, I will definitely not seek short-sightedness. I think there is a big problem here.
The snow was cold, and she wanted to find a warm place to bury Mo Bingshu in person."
Qing Ge also thought of this and was not too worried.
I'm just afraid that Mo Xuan has lived in the young man's blood-eyed golden house for thirty thousand years and has never had any contact with anyone except the young man.
It's been so long that she may have forgotten how to deal with people.
After that, Qingge lived in the Holy Lady's Mansion and concentrated on practicing. For half a month, she did not go to the Alliance Empire or other places in the One Hundred and Eight Continents.
Another half month passed, Qingge's eyes were filled with light, and a smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Bang.
Bang.
Two voices sounded, and a holy halo enveloped her.
Already a twelfth-level Xuanling Master!
If you break through one more level, you can become a true source spiritual master, meeting the basic conditions for traveling to three thousand lives.
After breaking through at this point, Qingge understood the importance of combining work and rest, and no longer practiced all at once. Instead, he took a plane beast and went to the Alliance Empire with Jiuci.
She had just appeared in the Alliance Empire, and people and practitioners from all over came in a hurry, and once again surrounded the palace.
They knelt on one knee and looked expectantly towards the inside of the palace. That slender and graceful figure attracted the attention of countless people.
"We pay our respects to Empress Ye, long live my king!"
"..."
A month ago, when the abyssal catastrophe was about to come, countless people rose up to attack him and forced Jiu Ci to go to the altar.
When he heard that Empress Ye had left the Flame Heaven, he called her a deserter.
Later, I found out that the empress was looking for a solution to the abyssal calamity. The cultivators who had previously abused her were extremely ashamed.
They only have one Queen of Night in their hearts, and they only recognize this one master.
They respect, love, worship and admire.
As long as Empress Ye is here, no matter what kind of disasters all sentient beings may have, they can seem to be able to overcome them.
Qingge looked at the countless people outside the palace and waved to Ye Xuanji who was not far away, "Xuanji, come here."
Mother Ye helped Ye Xuanji to walk to Qing Ge, and both of them knelt down.
Qing Ge looked at Liu Yan'er, and Mr. Liu understood the tacit understanding of fighting side by side for several years.
Mr. Liu went to the depths of the palace and walked out with a tray in his hands. There was something on the tray and it was covered with a long bright red cloth. No one knew what was hidden under the red cloth.
Long Shitian lifted the red cloth, and the golden imperial crown appeared in everyone's eyes. The cultivators around him all thought that they were going to put the crown on Empress Ye again.
"Long live my king!"
The shouts of the people shook the sky and resounded for nine days.
Qingge looked at them with indifferent eyes.
Qingge held the imperial crown in both hands and put it on Ye Xuanji's head.
Ye Xuanji raised her head slightly and was astonished: "Empress..."
"The size is very suitable, almost tailor-made for you." Qing Ge smiled.
Outside the palace, a young man asked loudly: "Empress Ye, that is your imperial crown..." "Once the emperor and his ministers, it is time for new people to wear this imperial crown. There will never be another Empress of Night in the world with this shoulder."
I personally shoulder the heavy responsibility, and I will take it off with my own hands. The life and death of the 108 cultivators in the alliance field have nothing to do with me."