The elder of the Seven Clans sighed: "She is such a woman, but you underestimated her deep love and righteousness."
"That's all, that's all... I'm just narrow-minded."
Sui Linggui smiled bitterly: "Let her go."
Sui Linggui stood up from the pavilion and walked slowly outside.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the light golden light covered the Qinglian clan. In the hazy halo, the majestic palace and the guards coming and going were vaguely visible.
After a few steps, Sui Ling returned and paused, looking back: "People can change, Elder Qi Clan, do you think she can change?
Do you really believe in a person with a divine punishment constitution?"
The elders of the Seven Clans were stunned for a long time, as if they were deep in thought.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, a gentle smile on his old face.
"She won't change."
"Then just believe it this time. Even if one day we lose and the Qinglian clan is defeated, I will go and apologize in front of Qinglian's ancestors."
Sui Linggui waved his hand and walked out as if he was relieved.
The old man from the Seven Clans looked at Sui Linggui's back with gray eyes, and did not look back until Sui Linggui completely disappeared from sight.
For so many years, the elders of the seven clans have always watched Sui Linggui take over the inheritance left by Taizu Qinglian alone. Since the Sanding War thousands of years ago, Sui Linggui has faced too many demons and monsters.
She also escaped from death countless times, and what kept her going was Taizu's trust.
Taizu personally entrusted Qinglian's foundation and great rivers and mountains to her, and she could never let Qinglian's foundation collapse like this... Sui Linggui regarded all of this as more important than life, taking care of every step, and every time before speaking, she said
It has to be managed carefully.
It was countless cruel and cold wars that made her so suspicious, just because she couldn't afford to lose.
Aventurine now seems like a young man who is ignorant of the world. He does not know the emperor's mind and has no great strength. Even if he has brought peace to all living beings, how many people among these living beings respect him from the bottom of their hearts?
If Sui Linggui made a miscalculation or collapsed, the Qinglian clan carrying him on his shoulders would also be destroyed.
"Such a person is too tired to live and has such a heavy burden."
The elders of the Seven Clans talked to themselves and murmured in a low voice.
His face, covered with vicissitudes and traces of time, showed a complicated expression.
After a moment of silence, the elder of the seven tribes smiled bitterly and said softly: "There are few people who are not tired in this world, but they feel sorry for others."
The elders of the Seven Clans drank a cup of warm tea and watched the setting sun in the distance hidden in gilded clouds, until the sky became darker and the mountains and rivers fell into a gray mist.
The mind of the elder of the seven tribes flashed into a person who was unparalleled in beauty. She was arrogant, unruly, breathtakingly beautiful, and as fierce and cruel as a wild beast.
"This girl really did it. She has come to three thousand lives so soon. Uncle Zhongnan and Marquis Yucha, your good days are coming to an end. I, King Qinglian, have someone to protect you!"
"..." At the same time, the world of immortality.
Spiritual Realm Yan Mansion.
In the secret room, countless people gathered in front of the formation board with solemn expressions. The handsome Yan Muyao stood on one side, waiting anxiously.
The formation's light flashed uncertainly, stimulating everyone's eyes. After a while, the light finally stopped! It was a red light, like blood flowing gurglingly, so that the spacious secret room became oppressive.
There are stars twinkling in the disc. The Taoist master in front of the formation is wearing a shabby gray robe. The other people in the room respect him very much.
This man is very strange. He is wearing a cassock, spinning Buddhist beads in his hands, but his hair is tied with a blood-black skull and jade crown on his head.
The old man closed his eyes and muttered words, as if he was chanting an ancient spell. His gray eyebrows slightly tightened. After a long time, the old skeleton opened his eyes, and a sharp bloody light flashed through his eyes.
"Master Wu Zang, how is it?
How about it?"
"What's going on in Twilight?"
"..." Old Wuzang remained silent.
"Master Wuzang, please tell me."
The person speaking this time was Yan Muyao's father, Yan Ruyu.
Wu Zang calculated carefully with his fingers, and then said seriously: "Master Yan, the evil seal has been destroyed, and there will be no more Twilight City Master in the world."
Everyone in the room had different thoughts.
"How could it be destroyed?
Isn’t the evil seal immortal?”
A middle-aged woman with white hair asked puzzledly.
Wu Zang shook his head: "The evil seal is controlled by the treasure bow spirit of the previous city lord. It sealed the evil seal. If it refuses, no one can open the evil seal."
Yan Muyao pursed her lips tightly.
Sister Ye, how did you do this... But the Lord of the Nine Realms City, Zeng Ping, complained endlessly every day and served Ye Qingge respectfully and carefully.
This aunt doesn't go anywhere. She eats and drinks in Jiujie City every day, and then checks the clan invitation letter sent from Three Thousand Worlds.
Even the Zhongnan and Yucha clans have extended their olive branches, but this gentleman is so nice that he doesn't bother to raise his eyelids and seems to be dismissive.
When Zeng Ping saw this, his heart pounded and beat rapidly.
She didn't even pay attention to the invitation letter from the Tongtian Clan. She was the only one in the world.
Qingge was not idle every day, either in the courtyard absorbing the original spiritual energy between heaven and earth, or in the study, forcing Zeng Ping to send him information about the Three Thousand Worlds.
If she wants to step into this place, she must understand it in detail.
If you know more now, you will suffer less losses in the future.
The majestic Lord of Nine Realms City, Zeng Ping is like a small official, busy with Qing Ge.
Qingge finished reading the information, touched her chin, and walked out to take a breath of fresh air.
Qing Ge turned around and asked, "City Lord Zeng doesn't seem to like me as a guest?"
"How could it be!"
Zeng Ping shook his head like a rattle: "It is the blessing of the Nine Realms that Miss Ye can be in the Nine Realms."
"In that case, I will stay a little longer to make you more blessed."
Qing Ge smiled.
Zeng Ping: "..." Let him talk so bad! I wish I could give myself a slap in the face.
In the afternoon, Qingge, accompanied by Zeng Ping, arrived at the original residence of Mo Mansion.
It has long since been razed to the ground, but Qing Ge has come several times.
The tea forests here have long been devastated, and precious tea leaves have been overturned in muddy haystacks.
Qingge put down a jar of heart-broken wine and left.
Qingge sent people to search for Mo Xuan's whereabouts, but to no avail.
Maybe Mo Xuan went to some unknown paradise on earth.
Qing Ge returned to the study again. Jiu Ci was waiting outside the door and nodded: "The person has been brought."
Qing Ge stepped into the study. There was no one else in the study, it was Zhang Li and Qiu Qingqing.
"If the Temple of Heaven hadn't been destroyed, with your talents, you would have lived in three thousand lifetimes."
Qingge said.
"Miss Ye, don't be in a hurry to go to Sanqianshi. The things you want us to survey have already been surveyed."
"how?"
Qingge looked at Qiu Qingqing.
Qiu Qingqing shook his head: "Your divine punishment has all disappeared!"