As for the people behind the auction house, Luohua City...
A fierce light flashed in Qingge's eyes.
Luohua City is Zhongzhou on the Four-Star Continent, where Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, heroes gather, and strong ones are like clouds. It is the real place of fighting.
After Yun Yuexia left, Qingge leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, frowning slightly.
Several noises appeared.
Qingge turned her eyes and saw that the snow-white and chubby little fox had appeared at her feet at some point. Its extremely short limbs were waving hard, trying to climb up her legs, but always fell down and sat down.
On the ground, over and over again, the little fox fell back. It stared at the watery eyes and raised its face pitifully to look at Qingge.
Qingge laughed, squatted down and picked up the little fox, and touched the little fox's head. The little fox's pink mouth opened slightly, and his eyes narrowed in confusion, showing a very comfortable and enjoyable posture.
Qing Ge held the little fox in her arms and stroked its back again and again with her white and slender hands.
The little fox seemed to have noticed Qingge's sadness, and raised his paw with great effort, and patted Qingge's shoulder solemnly, and Qingge couldn't help but grin.
As if he remembered something, electric sparks burst out from Qingge's eyes.
She placed the little fox on the imperial concubine's couch, stood up, walked to the desk, and took out a piece of rice paper from the realm of nothingness, with her and the little fox's names written on it.
For two years, the past events are still vivid in my mind.
The scene of the red little fox holding a pen and wrigglingly writing the names of two people on the rice paper seems to have happened yesterday. When I recall it carefully, I feel that it has been lost in the cracks of time.
Qingge took out a brocade bag embroidered with gold and silver from the cabinet, folded the rice paper, put it into the brocade bag, and wore it with her. It seemed that only in this way could she feel the presence of that person.
For a moment, he seemed to have spiritual sustenance and motivation to fight.
Crunch——
The door was opened, and Ye Qingtian's head got in.
A dark shadow shrouded his body. Ye Qingtian looked up and saw Qing Ge standing expressionless. Ye Qingtian laughed a few times and retracted his head. When he wanted to close the door, he thrust a hand across his face.
Door crack.
"Grandpa, it's midnight, are you going to be a thief or a thief?" Qing Ge asked with the corner of her mouth trembling.
Ye Qingtian straightened up and looked inside the room. He didn't see Ji Yue. His frosty white brows furrowed and he asked angrily: "Where's the one named Ji?"
"He's gone."
"Gone? Where did you go?" Ye Qingtian's eyes widened angrily.
"Grandpa, he has his responsibilities. He went where he should go. He didn't mean to leave me behind, but to do what a man should do." Qingge explained patiently.
Ye Qingtian looked at Qingge's serious face and sighed helplessly.
He walked into the room, rummaged through the cabinets and found the plum wine brewed by the old immortal, took out two bowls, put them on the table, and poured two bowls of wine into them respectively.
"Come, have a drink with grandpa."
Qingge sat down at the table, and the cold wind outside the window came in. She picked up the bowl, raised her head and drank. The strong wine could not stimulate the numb nerves.
Ye Qingtian took a sip, his old face was slightly red and he was unconscious, "Qingge, your father values love and justice, but he is too single-minded, and your mother is arrogant and flamboyant. They don't even bother to be villains, they are all gentlemen.
You are different from them."
Qing Ge poured a bowl of wine and drank it in large gulps.
Ye Qingtian said drunkenly again: "Heaven is jealous of talents! God is jealous of talents! Your father and your mother are such excellent people, why does God want to take their lives? Let me give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man? Why Jingfeng Yicheng
He treats each other very well, but the Northern Moon Emperor is afraid that his master will put him to death because of his great achievements?"
"Grandpa, my condolences."
Qing Ge opened her mouth, but no words of comfort came out.
Ye Qingtian was too tired from living, burying all the pain deep in his heart, but never showed any of it on his face.
"My condolences, my condolences..."
Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly, shook his head a few times, and then lay down on the table.
Qingge shook her head, took a heavy blanket from the side and covered Ye Qingtian.
She directly picked up the purple wine jar, raised her head and opened her mouth to drink.
The wine sprayed in her face and wet her white hair and clothes.
When the wine jar bottomed out, she threw it out and turned around to walk out.
As soon as I opened the red-painted door of Fengyue Pavilion, I saw Aventurine standing outside.
"Aventurine?"
"Drinking?" Aventurine asked.
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled, "Drink a little."
"Is Brother Ji gone?" Aventurine asked.
Qingge nodded.
"Three years seems like a long time, but in fact it passed very quickly." Aventurine said comfortingly.
Qingge looked at the aventurine cod in surprise.
"I'll be with you during the three years he's been away."
Aventurine stretched out his hand, lifted up a strand of wet hair from her temples, and hung it behind her ear.
After saying that, without waiting for Qingge's reply, Aventurine turned around and left.
Looking at his back, Qingge hesitated for a while and finally shouted, "Donngling."
Dongling paused in his steps and did not look back. His back was melancholy and his voice was a little helpless, "There are not many things I am qualified to do. Qingge, don't refuse anymore."
Aventurine left quickly, his figure gradually disappearing in the evening breeze.
Qing Ge leaned against the door lintel and exhaled.
She returned to the room, put Ye Qingtian on the bed and covered her with a quilt, then walked to the courtyard with a soft song, sat down cross-legged, and concentrated on practicing.
The spiritual energy that filled her Dantian rushed toward the realm of a spiritual master. As long as this vein was opened, she would become a spiritual master.
Since she was able to leapfrog and kill Xia Su who was a spiritual master at the twelfth level of the innate realm, if she could break through the spiritual master, she might have a huge breakthrough in her strength.
After all, there is a huge difference in strength between innate cultivators and spiritual master cultivators, and their combat values are like those of children and adults. There is no comparison at all.
However, the pure spiritual energy in Qingge Danhuo is obviously enough to impact the spiritual master, but the tendons of the spiritual master are like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much spiritual energy there is, it will be swallowed up.
Until the elixir fire is exhausted.
Qingge's face turned pale. She concentrated her energy and absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It passed through the pores and entered the bones and blood. After transferring in the Dantian, it poured into the tendons and veins in an attempt to open them up.
Still to no avail.
All the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was swallowed up.
Not enough spiritual energy?
Qingge frowned.
No, her elixir fire is not an ordinary person's elixir field. It has been stored for so long and has enough aura to break through the spiritual master.
Qingge stopped her hands and opened her eyes, full of doubts.
This breakthrough is an unprecedented situation. In the past, either my mental state and perception failed to keep up, or my spiritual energy was not sufficient.
Qingge took out the Great Spiritual Master's book again and turned to the page that recorded the spiritual master——
The innate supreme spiritual master can be described as the fundamental evolution. Only the breakthrough spiritual master can be called a cultivator, and can truly open the tip of the iceberg and enter the palace.
The breakthrough of an innate cultivator into a spiritual master is a kind of transition, the beginning of moving to another realm, and it is also the beginning of becoming strong.