In the courtyard in front of the Dongzhou Loft, the practitioners had a great time drinking.
While Qingge was drinking with the Palace Master and others, he turned his head and looked at Ji Yue and Di Yungui, smiling helplessly.
This man is sometimes childish as a child.
The palace master hiccupped until he drank, sat on the chair and touched his chin, looking at Qingge in complicated manner, his mind full of what Qingge said.
Go to the Thousand Clans and build the Dark Master race.
This was something she had never dared to think about. It was too ridiculous and difficult to do, so no one dared to try it. Even the Dark Palace Master, who had always been brave, dared not take this path.
The Dark Palace Master raised his head and raised the wine pot high. The wine poured out of the mouth of the pot. The Palace Master drank all the food and looked at Qingge with a smile.
"Sister, don't drink too much," said Ye Jingjing.
The face of the Dark Palace Master suddenly changed, and he was immediately unhappy and had a little emotion. He looked at Ye Jingjing with a cold face, raised his eyebrows and said, "As the ominous god of the four divisions, he actually cares about the empress of the East China, little guy, you
Not well-behaved."
Ye Jingjing stuck out her tongue: "Master, you should drink less."
Although I came late, the Lord of the Dark Palace narrowed his eyes with great pleasure and snorted lightly.
She likes Ye Jingjing very much, but Ye Jingjing only has the empress in her heart, and the palace master feels uncomfortable when he thinks of it.
Ye Qingcheng looked indifferent, and sat in a distance between Qin and Qingge, and occasionally when he looked at Qingge, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
She didn't ask for much in her life, only the Empress.
"Qingcheng has lost a lot of weight." Qin Zong sat next to Ye Qingcheng and replaced the wine on the table with new tea.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the tea cup on the table with a little trance, and tea smoke rose up, and a fragrance came into his nose.
He nodded slightly, nodded slightly, and said distantly: "There are many things recently, and I am busy practicing because of the ritual of sacrifice to heaven. I will be able to gain weight in the future."
Qin Zong smiled helplessly, almost spoke, and finally fell silent.
Ye Qingcheng had never been close to him. Now that he stayed in Dongzhou, he was afraid that he would not have been the master in his heart.
"Aren't you planning to return to the Fantasy Moon God Sect?" Qin Sect asked unwillingly.
Ye Qingcheng was indifferent. After drinking tea, he looked up at Qinzong and said clearly: "I am determined to be Dongzhou, so I ask for the master's fulfillment." "But you are my disciple and the Fantasy Moon God Sect
Disciple, you are too cold to do this?" Qin Zong said: "Look at Ye Jingjing, if you have half of your heart, you will not stay in the four parts. I can understand your mood.
But you also need to understand your master, one day as a teacher and a father for life. I just hope that the Fantasy Moon God Sect and the Master will have some status in your heart.”
Ye Qingcheng was silent for a long time, looking down at Fuxiqin without saying anything. Most of the time, she was taciturn, not not good at speaking, but just being bland and not interested in the world.
Qin Zong's words were anxious, and he accused Ye Qingcheng several times, and Ye Qingcheng's face was unrest and expressionless.
Seeing this, Qinzong was also deeply helpless, as if he had punched him with all his strength, but he was as powerless as he hit the cotton.
Qinzong is quite familiar with Ye Qingcheng's childhood story, but he never understands it. After so many years, has Ye Qingcheng not yet emerged from the shadow of his childhood?
Or, she will never get out of her life?
Qinzong doesn’t understand that things in childhood will really affect a person’s life?
So when you achieve success and fame, there are always cracks in your heart that cannot be healed?
Ye Qingcheng hugged Fuxiqin tightly, pushed open the teacup and poured a glass of wine: "I don't like drinking tea." He answered the question irrelevantly.
Qin Zong looked at Ye Qingcheng's side face, and her eyes were as bright as the cold stars and the moon. Unfortunately, she trained her armor with indifference. From then on, she was steel and iron, and she was cold and cold. Qin Zong looked at her and was drinking.
The empress asked with a smile: "Is it because she loves drinking? Qingcheng, do you know what you are like now? You don't look like a normal person, you are her shadow. I don't know if you are attached to her or want to be her
Obviously, it will not be a good thing. You are not a child anymore, you are already an adult, you must stop the loss in time. You have a super high talent for piano and magic. If you practice well, your future will be bright. Huanyue
For hundreds of years since the beginning of the Shenzong,
You are the best talented one. I don’t want you to be confused by the temporary power of Dongzhou. Compared with the vast world, the area in Dongzhou is nothing.”
Ye Qingcheng frowned, and a clear disgust flashed in his eyes: "Dongzhou, priceless."
Qin Zong sighed at Ye Qingcheng's stubborn appearance and stopped persuading him.
He was afraid that Ye Qingcheng would delay the practice of piano and art, and devote himself to the construction of Dongzhou. Isn’t it a waste of his great years?
Moreover, the piano and magic are completely different from spiritual level cultivation. The talent of magic is very good at age, the younger the better. Most magic practitioners have worked hard for the first thirty years just to win a good one.
Base.
Ye Qingcheng has stayed in the four-star world for the past ten years. The four-star magic civilization is very backward, and it is even less likely to be able to produce one or two.
The Qin Sect values Ye Qingcheng and also values Ye Qingcheng's talent. It brings Ye Qingcheng to the Fantasy Moon God Sect in order to cultivate peerless geniuses.
He had strict requirements on Ye Qingcheng, and only hoped that his future glory would be able to witness his efforts at this moment.
But in the past year, Ye Qingcheng's eyes were no longer the only ones Fuxi's qin and her zither techniques. He followed the empress and his group of people, running around, exhausted from war, and exposing his ambition to unify the heavenly realm.
Qin Zong sighed lightly, it was a pity that Ye Qingcheng's talent.
"I really don't go with the master?" Qin Zong asked.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes: "Qingcheng's ambition is in Dongzhou, and his heart is in the empress."
"What should you do if you don't have time to practice Qindao?" Qinzong asked back.
"Some..." "A group of monsters appeared in Dongzhou. Whether it is the Empress, Master Liu, or the Emperor Yungui and Long Shitian, they will obviously follow the Empress to the Qian Clan. Qingcheng, think about it carefully recently.
Have you made no progress in your piano skills in half a year?
Going on, when the Empress and the others go to the Thousand Clans, you can only stay alone in the Gods’ Heaven Realm and guard your beloved Dongzhou. I just hope that you can also say the four words of ambition to Dongzhou at that time."
There is no intention of being in Dongzhou, but he is just giving the empress a lot of courage and has no intention of others anymore.
Ye Qingcheng was so cold that whenever he thought of it, Qin Zong felt depressed.
Ye Qingcheng is actually a very smart person. When he first came to Tiandi, he was very obedient with him.
Now that the empress is coming, Ye Qingcheng is hard with his wings. "I heard that you broke Fuxi Qin in the battle in Dongzhou?" Qin Zong sighed: "Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. For a zither master,
The piano that has been with you for many years is more important than the soul. The piano masters are caring for treasures. Which one have you seen
The piano player threw the piano?"
“…”
Seeing Ye Qingcheng's stubbornness, Qin Zong narrowed his purple eyes and left angrily.
Ye Qingcheng held Fuxiqin's hands and used a little force, pursed his lips, his eye wings drooped, covering the undercurrents under his eyes.
After years of withdrawal, she didn't like to contact and communicate with others, and probably because she had already become accustomed to being alone.
She also tried to find the true meaning of life, but found that besides the empress, she was also the empress.
The empress was wearing every moment and the moon, just like back then, dragging her out of the swamp.
Ye Qingcheng without the empress can't play the moving sound of a corpse.
She respects Qinzong as her master and is also clear in her heart. Qinzong has nothing to say about her good deeds.
But things are hard to achieve. If the empress and master choose one of them, she will choose the former without hesitation.
As for Qin Zong's angry departure, Ye Qingcheng had no pain or itchiness, except for the trembling of his eyelashes.
Soon, Qin Zong left and returned, carrying a bag on his shoulders, and sat back next to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Qin Zong in confusion: "Master is going to travel far?"
"Um."
“…”
"Don't you ask me where I'm going?" Qin Zong sighed, pitying his reputation for life, his disciple was a elm-headed person.
“Where to go?”
"Dongzhou." Qinzong looked at Ye Qingcheng and was full of energy when he smiled.
Ye Qingcheng, who was indifferent, suddenly looked at Qinzong. In an instant, the dark eyes like clear pond were embedded with millions of stars. "Look at the past six months, you have been buried in Dongzhou, not thinking about progress, and have no intention of piano skills.
;If you don’t discipline yourself well, will you go to heaven?" Qin Zong hummed: "In the future, my teacher will accompany you in Dongzhou. Don’t be lucky, I will personally
Supervise your practice.”
"Qingcheng thanked Master." When Ye Qingcheng lowered his head, Qin Zong touched Ye Qingcheng's little head and narrowed his eyes comfortably.
Suddenly, Qin Zong looked back with a sharp look, and saw a shadow rushing towards him like a gust of wind.
The figure was aimed in one direction.
The terrifying sword intent and the power of the spirit of the artifact cover the entire pavilion.
Her feet stepped on the heads of countless practitioners, jumped up, flew to a high altitude, then quickly sank, and slashed the empress.
She wants to kill the imperial sword, which deserves her reputation.
She wants to get all the humiliation from Jinluo.
Qinzong saw the person coming clearly, with red clothes and silver hair, veil as snow, and a sword that killed the emperor was so majestic that it was shocking all directions, with a bit of the momentum of the empress back then.
"Go to die..." these three words seem to be her catchphrase.
She hates all living beings and everything in the world, and wishes that this prosperous place will turn into desolation and that all living beings deserve to die!
Qingge looked up and the Emperor-Slaying Sword reflected in his pupils was constantly magnifying. Mu Ruge's eyes were covered with bloodshot red and terrible, and he was staring at her angrily.
At a critical moment, Qingge was thinking, would he have hatred? Such a strong hatred is really like a living person.
Qingge smiled and, when the danger came, she was calm and elegant, slowly lifted the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.
Her calmness and Mu Ruge's thunder and lightning anger are like ice and fire.
Mu Ruge was extremely fast, with such an angle and momentum, and the power of the holy spirit. Even if the empress had the ability to be in heaven, she could not avoid this sword.
It is hard to imagine what a terrible picture would be if the Emperor Knife was slashed on the Empress. How could the body resist the sharpness of the knife?
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