The huge carriage broke into pieces and swayed in the storm like a goddess scattering flowers, but Baili Mingyan and the others were thrown out of Futu Mountain by the strong wind.
"it stink."
The blood-eyed boy muttered, and then used the sword left by the guard to dig a few piles of soil to bury the fragments of the carriage.
It wasn't until the smell dissipated that a beautiful smile appeared on the young man's face.
Baili Mingyan, on the other hand, fell into a swamp somewhere in a mountain range in a miserable state, covered in mud and dirt.
...
At this time, the old uncle of Mu Mansion in Beizhou heard the news about the martial arts platform, and a smile appeared on his old and kind face.
Even the guard who reported the news found it incredible.
The old uncle took out a new piece of rice paper, laid it out, dipped his brush strokes in ink, and wrote the passionate word "Chu Yue" on the smooth rice paper.
The old uncle laughed and raised his hand to stroke his gray beard: "Although this child was born in a small country and lost his mother when he was young, his will is like steel and he is a natural warrior."
"Go, frame the words, send them to Shenxuan Academy, and give them to this girl."
"yes."
The guard carefully held the calligraphy and painting, bowed his back and left the Mu Mansion study room.
Now, only the old uncle is left in the study. He is sitting on the sandalwood chair, looking into the distance across the void in front of him.
After a long time, the old uncle smiled again and said to himself: "It is really bold and reckless to let others come to overcome the thunder tribulation, and it has the demeanor of an old man and a young man."
When he was young, he had such an exaggerated idea. The elders in his family said it was deviant, but he himself did not have the courage to realize it.
Just think it's ridiculous.
Unexpectedly, one day in the future, someone would personally realize this exaggerated idea, and it would be a perfect success.
After hesitating for a while, the old uncle wrote a letter in front of the document, recording Chu Yue's interesting things, and then asked the guards to send it to Qingyin Temple.
After sending the letter, the old uncle walked into the cabinet and looked at the dusty knife.
Over the years, he has come to take a look every time, but he has never unsealed the knife.
The old uncle's gray eyes were full of complicated emotions.
On this day, the Thunder Tribulation Battle at Shen Xuanwu Dao Platform spread throughout the ten major colleges and the Divine Vein Nine Continents, causing a sensation.
In front of the Shenxuanwu Taoist stage, Ye Mohan was holding Xiaobao with one hand, and Chu Yue was wearing a black skirt. The two of them intertwined their fingers and slowly walked down the towering golden steps.
The twelve guardians followed closely behind.
At this time, the little souls swarmed out, blocking their way, and gathered in front of Ye Mohan, seemingly saying something.
Ye Mohan pursed his lips and said nothing, pondering for a long time.
He Xiongshan stepped out and said with a smile: "Your Highness, they are telling you to be nice to Miss Chu, otherwise they will not let you go even if they are evil."
The corner of Chu Yue's mouth twitched suddenly, and she looked at the little souls speechlessly, seriously doubting that they had forgotten that she was already a ghost...
The guardians at the back frowned and looked at the little soul unhappily.
The authority of the Holy Emperor is not allowed to be provoked or questioned by anyone. That is blasphemy to the Lord of a domain.
Unexpectedly, Ye Mohan hugged the baby and led his sweetheart, took a few steps forward, approached the little souls, and whispered:
"It's your duty to be nice to A Chu. You can supervise him at any time."
Emperor Zun's airs are completely gone, and his attitude is so gentle that one wonders whether the rumored bloodthirsty nature is true.
The little souls looked at Ye Mohan, but they looked at each other in confusion.