Chapter 1672 Dragon Slaying Banquet: Final Chapter
Chapter 1672 Dragon Slaying Banquet: Final Chapter
Beizhou.
Military Aircraft Department.
The holy light of the white phoenix's feathers intertwined with the golden light of dawn, pouring down on the vast land.
After Emperor Ye Tian personally sent blessings to the children, he embarked on the return journey.
Before leaving, his eyes swept across Mu Qinghuang's body, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart, like ripples in the middle of water.
"Emperor of Heaven, it's time to go back." Old Chen reminded.
Now all the Heavenly Emperors and Martial Gods must stay in the Vientiane Realm to discuss the matter of the Void Realm and the Ghost King's Cemetery.
Emperor Ye Tian was silent and his eyes fell on Chu Yue, with some doubts and exploration deep in his eyes.
He thought that Ye Wuxie, the kid, was just like him, paying special attention to this little friend Ye, and came all the way from Ye Palace to Beizhou.
But there was no smell of Ye Wuxie anywhere, so it was obvious that Ye Wuxie was not here.
"Xiaobao has grown up a lot more independently recently. He misses you and Emperor Ye very much." Emperor Ye Tian said.
"We will feel relieved if Xiaobao can be cared for by Emperor Ye Tian in Wudao Academy." Chu Yue replied in a low voice.
Emperor Ye Tian smiled faintly and turned back to Ye Palace.
Chu Yue looked at Emperor Ye Tian's bleak figure in the early morning wind, her eyes darkened, and then she turned towards his back and clasped her fists, saying: "Farewell to the Emperor of Heaven."
Everyone shouted in unison: "Best farewell to Emperor Ye Tian."
Emperor Ye Tian's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
Chu Yue pondered for a while, then led everyone to walk outside the military aircraft office.
In the center of the road, a group of people stopped in front of them.
Lord Fengwu, along with Feng Beiyin and the elite backbone of the city, looked at Chu Yue with a smile on his face.
"Lord Fengwu City?" Chu Yue Feng Qingyun said.
"Lord Feng Lei of Fengwu City, congratulations to Lord Ye for becoming famous in one battle and winning the title of Dragon Slaying Warrior. I also wish that under the leadership of Lord Ye, Tianyu and the Temple of Martial Arts will prosper and prosper." Lord Fengwu congratulated sincerely,
Nodding slightly.
Chu Yue glanced at Feng Sadyin, looked at Feng Wu City Lord indifferently, and responded with a hint of saltiness: "Young Master Yin and I are good friends who went to the battlefield together. According to the rules, I should respectfully address Feng City Lord as Yi Yi Feng.
Uncle. With Uncle Feng’s blessing, Tianyu and Martial God Hall will definitely get better and better.”
Chu Yue's words dispelled Fenglei's doubts, and she immediately said with a smile: "Yin'er, this kid, talks about the good things of Third Master every day. If Third Master needs help in the future, just tell Mr. Feng."
"good."
Chu Yue cupped her hands and responded generously.
at the same time.
She quietly observed Mu Qinghuang's changes.
And what puzzles her is...
Facing the Lord of Fengwu City at close range, Mu Qinghuang showed no emotion.
If Lord Fengwu was one of the murderers who shattered my mother's soul back then, it would be impossible for my mother to remain unchanged in the face of her enemies.
Nowadays, Chu Yue seems to be in the confusion of the authorities, and it is difficult to find a way to break the situation.
Fenglei saw Mu Qinghuang and looked up and down like a brother.
He let out a long sigh and said, "After so many years of separation, I thought I would never see Miss Qinghuang again. Feng was also happy to see Miss Qinghuang return to the Mu Mansion safe and sound."
There was no emotion on Mu Qinghuang's face.
Mu Linfeng came over to explain: "Sister Huang, when I was seven years old, I went to Fengwucheng with you. Brother Fenglei hosted us at that time, and you also taught him swordsmanship."
Feng Lei said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Linfeng to have such a good memory. Speaking of which, I have to thank Miss Qinghuang for her guidance back then, so my swordsmanship didn't go crazy due to mistakes in practice."
At the end of the sentence, he looked at Mu Qinghuang with a smile: "At that time, Feng was still wildly thinking about perfecting his sword skills, so he went to Mu's house to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, there was no news from Miss Qinghuang."
Mu Linfeng suddenly understood and whispered: "No wonder I always felt that this guy's eyes were narrowed at that time."
Feng Lei's expression froze, then he smiled.
He stared intently into Mu Qinghuang's eyes and asked tentatively: "Miss Qinghuang, do you have any impressions?"
"No." Mu Qinghuang shook her head.
When Feng Lei heard this answer, his heart returned to its original position.
He just wanted to see how much Mu Qinghuang, who had come back from the dead, remembered the past.
Seeing that Mu Qinghuang didn't move, Feng Lei felt that he was worrying too much.
Judging from Mu Qinghuang's broken soul and the extent of her pain back then, she would never be able to pick up her past memories in this life.
"The battle of the Dragon Slaying Banquet is full of dangers and dangers. I'm afraid Xiaoyue is tired and sleepy, so Uncle Feng won't bother you to go back home to rest." Feng Lei gave up a large position to the side.
"Uncle Feng, say goodbye!"
Chu Yue suppressed the overwhelming anger, her face was calm and calm, she smiled as calmly as before, and walked out along the road to the military aircraft.
Feng Lei took a step forward, his gloomy eyes passed through the crowd and stared at Mu Qinghuang and Ye Chuyue, with a proud smile on his face that showed he was sure of victory.
He was so happy to see a pair of people who once loved each other so much met each other but didn't know each other, and even hated each other to the bone.
I was so happy that I wanted to go back to the city and have a good time drinking two ounces of strong wine.
"Yin'er." Feng Lei said happily.
"My son is here."
"Go have a drink with your father."
Feng Sadyin suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Lei in surprise.
In my memory, my father has always been gloomy and thoughtful. He has never laughed so heartily, and he has never been so kind to him.
For a moment, Feng Beiyin followed his father's pace.
At this point, the dragon-slaying feast came to an end, leaving only the sound of sighs everywhere.
...
As soon as Chu Yue, old uncle and his party returned to Mu Mansion, they saw congratulatory gifts from all directions.
The guests' happy greetings with smiling faces made the Mu Mansion very noisy.
Before Chu Yue could speak, she saw her second grandfather, Mu Xiangtian, walking forward excitedly.
Mu Xiangtian was in high spirits, with a spring breeze on his face. He was chatting with visitors like a scholar, and he had a precious granddaughter at his mouth. Or maybe Chu'er was closer to him than his old uncle.
"Mom, I'm a little tired." Chu Yue said in a deep voice with a dark face.
"Mom, rub it for you."
Mu Qinghuang understood and took over the conversation tacitly.
The other people seemed to have noticed something.
The rest of the time was left to the mother and daughter.
Chu Yue returned to the room and sat in front of the makeup mirror, half-closing her eyes, and the various things that happened at the dragon-slaying banquet were vividly in her mind.
Every picture flashed through my mind like a slideshow.
Her mother stood behind her, her cool hands gently rubbing her temples on both sides, her movements extremely gentle.
"mother."
Just as Chu Yue opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Mu Qinghuang.
"Xiao Chu wants to ask why I lost control in front of Emperor Ye Tian?" Although Mu Qinghuang asked, her tone was very firm.
Chu Yue slowly opened her eyes, looked carefully at her mother's features through the makeup mirror, and found that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had been eliminated a lot.
Mu Qinghuang massaged her daughter's temples and said in a story-telling tone: "Before this, I had never had any memory of him."