The news that the Four Kings, Ye Qingge, had broken through the Three Swords Spiritual Master, spread all over the world like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Now she has even more prestige.
Even though he is young and immature, no one dares to question his reputation as a genius.
That night, Qingge and Xing Tumi were very drunk. Qingge had a very good drinking capacity. He was drifting up and down, half drunk and half awake. When he smiled, he was charming and his eyes were like autumn waves.
"Qingge, let me take you to see something." Xing Tumi took Qingge's hand and walked towards the shore of Fushenhai.
Qing Ge followed behind.
Bai Meier looked at Qingge's back, thoughtfully. Ye Qingge's cultivation talent is really shocking. In more than half a year, he has broken through the Three Swords Spiritual Master. At this rate, it seems that he will not be able to break through the Great Spiritual Master.
Something unimaginable is just around the corner.
At the beach, Xing Tumi vomited under a tree.
Qingge stood next to Xing Tumi and gently stroked her back.
"The wine is too strong, drink less from now on." Qing Ge said lightly.
Xing Tumi panted and shook his head weakly, "Qingge, my father is dead, Gui Haishan is dead, why can't I be happy?"
Qingge held Xing Tumi's cold hand and avenged her mother, which was just Xing Tumi's obsession.
Over time, the obsession became deep and accumulated in her heart, turning into a storm that was about to break out and melted into her limbs, but she became even more depressed and collapsed.
There is no pleasure in killing people, but a heavy mood.
If possible, who wouldn't want to be a beautiful woman guarding beauty, instead of having her hands stained with blood, walking on corpses up the tens of thousands of steps, and climbing into the Nine Layers Palace to rule the world.
Behind the glamor is the stench of bones.
Xing Tumi's eyes were slightly red, and he lost his usual calmness.
She could never let go of the kiss Gui Haishan gave her before her death.
Like a hot brand, it was branded on her body, and she was depressed in her heart.
Xing Tumi let her emotions recover. She lowered her head, stretched out her hand, and pointed forward, "Qingge, look..."
Qingge looked forward and saw a bright moon on the sea. The deep blue one was the sea and the snow-white one was the moon. The sea surface reflected the lingering beauty. There seemed to be two moons reflecting each other in the sky and the earth. They were bright and light, like clear mist.
Usually floating in mid-air.
"When I was young, every fifteenth day, my mother would take me to the beach to watch the moon. From this angle, it was particularly pleasing to the eye and refreshing. Unfortunately, the moon was not round enough before the fifteenth day."
He made a calculation and said, "Are you leaving for Luohua City in ten days? It just so happens that after the fifteenth day of this month, on that day, I will go get the fine snow wine and have a drink with you to see you off."
fifteen……
Qing Ge's brows furrowed almost unnoticeably.
The reason why she waited until later to go to Luohua City was because she wanted to survive the night of the 15th.
Every full moon night is a day of pain for her.
The awakening of the elf bloodline was like arsenic, corroding her internal organs, causing unbearable pain.
"Okay." Qing Ge smiled.
The two of them were walking on the beach, with waves rolling over them.
Qing Ge looked at the undulating sea and thought again of the mysterious palace under the deep sea and the corpse.
"Tumi, where do you think people will go after they die?" Qing Ge asked.
"My mother once told me that good people will ascend to godhood, but evil people will go to the eighteenth level of hell and suffer torture," Xing Tumi said.
Qingge smiled bitterly, "I have killed countless people, maybe I will go to hell."
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Xing Tumi's eyes flashed slightly, she stopped, stood in front of Qingge, stared at Qingge, and said seriously and seriously: "Then let's go to hell together."
Qingge was stunned and looked at Xing Tumi in surprise.
Xing Tumi's eyes were firm and his thin lips were pursed tightly.
There is no need to fear hell when someone is with you. It is also a happy thing.
Qing Ge burst into laughter.
She sang quietly at night, how lucky she was to have such a group of people around her.
A mountain of swords, a sea of fire, a sea of fire, a burning fire, cooking oil, no matter what.
She was originally a lover, but they were the ones who made her understand the so-called bond.
That evening, Qing Ge and Xing Tumi chatted for a long time.
Qingge said: "My name is not Ye Qingge, my name is Wuming."
Xing Tumi smiled: "You were in Ye Mansion. When no one knew about it, you turned into an unknown person and experienced the Western Sea. I know it."
Qing Ge smiled and said nothing.
She took over this body and wrote another life.
She didn't know where that Ye Qingge was.
A maid brought sweet wine, and they sat on the beach, talking drunkenly, while the moist sea breeze slapped their faces, which was particularly refreshing.
At this time, the Mercenary Association.
The deserted and spacious palace is as empty as a gorgeous prison.
There is a crystal chessboard with people sitting opposite each other on both sides, namely Ming Qianjue and An Suyou.
An Suyou's face was expressionless and he dropped his voice.
Ming Qianjue was wearing a cloak and a blanket on his legs. He glanced at An Suyou and then said, "How are you, Dean An?"
"I can't die." An Suyou said coldly.
"Dean is in a bad mood?" Ming Qianjue asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I've never been in a good mood when facing you." An Suyou said angrily.
Ming Qianjue laughed twice, "The dean is as humorous as ever."
When An Suyou was about to say something to ridicule Ming Qianjue, Yu Ji walked in. An Suyou groaned and stroked his white beard.
"What's the matter?" Ming Qianjue put down the chess piece.
Yu Ji lowered her head, "Master, Ye Qingge has broken through the Three Swords Spiritual Master."
A cold light flashed in Ming Qianjue's eyes, "She is indeed a stubborn girl. Even if she is forced into a desperate situation, she can still put herself to death and survive. She has not left behind on her cultivation. This speed has increased by leaps and bounds. Even if she is a four-star
First, and well-deserved.”
An Suyou laughed loudly, with a proud look on his face, "My disciple is a genius."
"Dean An, Ye Qingge's master is Master Jin Chan of the Weapon Refining Guild." Ming Qianjue poured cold water on him, and An Suyou's face gradually turned dark.
"There is another news. She has won Ye Qingge's trust." On this side, Yu Ji said.
Ming Qianjue nodded, "Let her stay with Ye Qingge and don't act rashly."
"Her?" An Suyou half-squinted his eyes, "You have placed people beside Qingge? Qingge has always been cautious, how did you do it?"
"Dean An, you've already made it this far, don't think about turning back. Otherwise, it would be too ugly to lose everything in a bamboo basket, lose your wife and lose troops." Ming Qianjue said with a hint of warning.
said in a tone.
An Suyou's expression changed slightly, "I am the one who breaks his word and goes back on his word?"
"I know Dean An is not this kind of person." Ming Qianjue stretched out his hand towards An Suyou, "Dean An, happy to cooperate."
An Suyou looked at Ming Qianjue's slender jade-like hand, paused, hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly took out his hand and held it with Ming Qianjue.
Not only the Mercenary Association, but also people from other places were either worried or happy when they learned about Qingge's breakthrough.
For example, when Ji Hua and Jin Chanzi, who were far away in the Weapon Refining Guild, heard about this, they danced with joy, which was so happy.
Jin Chanzi, in particular, was a genius in telling everyone how good his disciple was.
As a result, Qingge has not yet entered the Weapon Refining Guild. Everyone in the Weapon Refining Guild, big and small, is familiar with Ye Qingge's name.