"It turned out to be the state of mind, the state of mind from the three swords to the six swords!"
Li Canglang's hand holding the letter paper couldn't help trembling, and even became excited.
On the letter paper, there are Yingwu Hou’s thoughts copied by Qingge.
The state of mind is worthless.
The mind and perception of each practitioner is equivalent to a heart-like existence, the source of life, treasured and precious, and will never be passed down.
Even if some lucky practitioners get the mental insights left by chance, they will never leak out. As long as they have the mental insights in their hands, they can be said that they have already succeeded more than half of the breakthrough difficulties.
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Xu Yan's eyes were slightly red and his voice was choked, "It's not in vain that we have suffered for twenty years since we were lucky enough to meet the little master. Now, we've been through it."
Yang Zhi held back the sourness in his heart and smiled, "Yes, in the end, everything will be fine. Follow the little master and have meat to eat."
"As long as the massacre army is there, the little master will never be bullied." Li Canglang said secretly.
The three of them looked at each other, and complex feelings surged into their hearts.
They have experienced many battles, traveling from north to south, suffered a lot of hardships and shed a lot of blood. Even when faced with severe torture, they will never bow their heads, let alone cry.
However, everyone's heart is soft, and when you warm it up, you will be moved.
This is the case with the massacre army, and so is Ye Qingge.
It was already evening when Qingge left the villa.
The sun sets in the west, the setting sun is like blood, and the fire burns over and overturns half of the sky.
She held the snow-white little fox, wearing the original mask on her face, and three thousand white hair was tied up and hidden in her hat. Before she knew it, she walked a long way, climbed the steps, and was on two stone lions.
Stop in the middle.
Qingge raised his head and looked at the gate of this majestic and solemn mansion.
On the plaque, the three words "Yingwu Hou" with dragons and phoenixes flying like floating clouds exudes righteousness, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, making people feel awe-inspiring.
This was the mansion given to her by Beihuang when she was granted the title of Marquis. Later, because she obtained the Eternal Life Stone and the Great Spirit Master's Book in the Marquis' Mansion, she believed that Marquis Yingwu was not dead.
Therefore, when Beihuang proposed to replace the plaque of Yingwu Hou and change it to Anguo Hou, she did not agree to respect Yingwu Hou.
Are the Gods Heavenly Realm?
The world of the great spirit master?
Perhaps, one day in the future, she will be able to kill the Gods and talk to Yingwu Hou.
Of course, the premise is that Yingwu Hou is still alive.
Qingge raised his hand, pushed open the door, and walked into the Yingwu Hou Mansion.
Wandering casually in the courtyard, Qingge suddenly raised his head and looked forward, his ears moving slightly.
She narrowed her eyes, and her eyes were covered with a cold and sharp look.
Qingge jumped up, stepped over Yanlou, and walked towards the hall.
Standing outside the door, Qingge's eyes tightened.
There is movement and there is someone in the hall!
Qingge held his breath, closed his eyes, and used his spiritual power to sense the scene inside the door.
Inside the room, a man, with his high hair tied up, sat upright at the table, facing the door, drinking fragrant tea while playing chess seriously.
"I haven't been back for a long time. I didn't expect that everything here is still preserved for me." The man's voice is magnetic and contains the vicissitudes of life that have been through the wind and frost.
"Jingfeng, you should come back and have a look. I heard that your daughter is already the king of the Four Kingdoms."
Hearing this, Qingge outside the door, his heart beats wildly, and his soul seems to be trembling.
Suddenly, there was no sound or breath in the room.
Qingge suddenly pushed the door open, and the decorations in the room were still there, nothing.
Qingge quickly walked to the table, the tea was still hot, and the chess game was halfway through. Qingge looked around, and he could not find the voice of the man or smell his breath.
"Yingwu Hou, it's Yingwu Hou!" Qingge held up the cup of tea, his limbs became a little weak and his joy overflowed.
Qingge put down the teacup, sat opposite the man, watching the chess game seriously. She was a layman for playing chess, but even so, she seemed to be able to feel the profoundness of this chess game. Yingwu Hou seemed to want to tell
Something she is.
She would never believe that Yingwu Hou, who had already broken through the great spirit master, would not know that she was eavesdropping, so there was only one explanation. Yingwu Hou was deliberately revealed to her.
Shocking wind...
Night storm!
It's her father.
Not dead, not dead!
Qingge sat on the chair weakly, feeling complicated and mixed emotions, and his eyes turned a little red.
If Ye Jingfeng is not dead, what about Yan Bitong?
The only regret she had in her two lives was that she had no father and no mother's favor, and the only blessing was that she had an old man like Ye Qingtian.
She had no hope for family affection and parents, but one day, she knew that Ye Jingfeng was still alive, her dead heart seemed to burn.
She eagerly wanted to see that, she longed for that depressing feeling, she also wanted to be spoiled, loved, protected, and angry outside. As long as she went home, she could take her feet and acted coquettishly, she could take her.
The parents who were protecting their shortcomings went out to find a place.
Qingge was alone, brewing feelings in the huge mansion.
After a long time, it was getting late and her mood gradually calmed down.
At this time, she discovered that there were tea cups on both sides of the chess game and on both sides of the table.
Qingge smiled slightly, picked up the teacup opposite Yingwuhou and drank it all in one go.
When he put down the teacup, Qingge stood up, with a strong sense of fighting in his eyes.
She walked out of the room and locked the door.
Everything just now is like passing clouds and mists, a misty violent moment.
But Qingge knew that it was real.
Her father is waiting for her in the Gods Realm.
Qingge really wanted to rush back to Ye Mansion without stopping and told Ye Qingtian that Ye Qingtian could not bear the stimulation now, not to mention that Ye Qingtian had already accepted Ye Jingfeng's death. Today, more than ten years later, someone suddenly
I came to tell him that his son was not dead, but I was afraid that the old man would not be able to bear it for the time being.
Besides, even if you know, the Gods Heaven Realm, in such a distant place, Ye Qingtian is old again. He stepped on the road to the underworld with half his foot. Can Ye Jingfeng still be seen before entering the coffin?
Hard to say?
Ye Qingtian may not necessarily believe her, and it will even stimulate Ye Qingtian.
Therefore, Qingge did not intend to tell Ye Qingtian.
But she had made a decision to keep getting stronger. When she arrived at the Great Spirit Master, she could go to the Gods Realm and take her grandfather to meet his unfilial son who had not returned home for more than ten years.
She just hopes that her growth is powerful and will grow faster than Ye Qingtian.
Qingge's mind was like a paste, and while thinking, he walked towards the Ye Mansion.
Her heart has already leaped.
Flying to the Nine Heavens.
The night is dark, the long streets, the remote imperial capital is far away, and the Yingwu Hou Mansion stands tall, grand and solemn.
Qingge walked towards the night mansion in black clothes and a hat.
The figure appeared again in the Yingwu Hou’s mansion, in the room, and in front of the chess game.
He picked up the unfinished teacup, tasted it, and then said, "I have to rush back." (To be continued)