Qingge looked at Mo Xuan's pale face, and his mood was very complicated.
Perhaps, she had complained about the culprit behind it, and the moment the boy jumped, the Fire Sky was preserved, all the complaints had disappeared.
She was also a good emperor who loved the people as much as her son, and she also raised hundreds of millions of people with one hand. However, when she saw the complaining practitioner outside the palace, she knew that all living beings were unfamiliar wolves.
Therefore, Qingge did not go to see the situation of the 108 lands, but stayed to take care of Mo Xuan.
This is the only thought of the boy.
Qingge almost stood beside Mo Xuan and didn't even go to practice. Mo Xuan was sleeping at night, so she read in the study next to her.
In Qingge's soul, there is also a book called "Wuji".
When you have a little free time, you will close your eyes and recite this book.
One morning, Qingge lay in front of the desk and slept soundly. He woke up in a daze and frowned his beautiful long eyebrows.
Maybe I was too tired to fall asleep accidentally.
Qingge seemed to have thought of something, suddenly put down the ancient book in his hand, and quickly got up and went to the room next to him.
The screen outlines the paintings of children and grandchildren in the hall, with joy and joy.
The room was deserted and there was heavy snow outside the window. Qingge walked around the screen and looked at the bed in a daze.
The cold bed and brocade quilts were neatly stacked, and an undetached envelope was placed above the jade pillow.
Qingge already had a bad premonition in his heart. He walked to the couch, opened the envelope, looked carefully at the contents of the letter, and his lips trembled.
"The mountains and rivers do not meet each other, and this has been gone for many years and will remain in the world."
"Don't think."
The weak woman, with three thousand white hair, blended with the vast white snow, is the most desolate person in the world.
In the depths of my memory, it was also like this snowy day. The wind was blowing outside the house and the stove was placed in the room. The boy combed three thousand worries for her behind her.
At that time, he was still black hair, and the young man had bright eyes. Whenever he saw his sister, he was filled with joy.
He said that if he wanted to accompany his sister to the burial, the graves had to be together.
After all, what has been said is uncountable.
He did not accompany him until the end, and the graves of the two were not together.
In the bag Mo Xuan was carrying, there were the ashes of the boy and one hundred and eight soul-devouring nails. She jumped down and straight
Run to the bottom of the abyss of the void.
She found a warm place where all seasons are like spring, and the people coming and going are like immortals in the sky.
She dug a grave with bare hands, buried the ashes and 108 soul-devouring nails, and then cut her fingers and wrote the words of the tombstone with her own hands.
——My brother’s tomb of Bingshu.
She leaned against the tombstone, lowered her head, and had a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.
"I wish my book to keep the smooth and unobstructed path to rebirth, reincarnation as the way of humanity, without any ups and downs in the lifetime."
A poppy flower bloomed next to the grave.
She raised her face and looked at a plaque in the distance. Next to the four powerful words that Long Feifeng danced, milky white smoke was suspended.
Penglai Wonderland.
Under the plaque, a handsome and tired man walked by a silver-haired and silver-eyed man, like a blooming crabapple, clean and spotless, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, but his whole face was so evil that it was unremarkable. His outline was perfect, his facial features were delicate, as if he was cut by a knife.
...
Nine Realms.
Qingge was stunned for a long time and then put the letter away.
She walked to the corridor outside the door, looked at the whiteness between the sky and the earth, sighed lightly, and the white smoke that was roaring out in the sky.
"I wish you peace," she said.
In the spiritual world, Senior Gu Long said: "Everyone's fate in the world is destined. Some disasters cannot be escaped, and some blessings will come sooner or later. She will have good luck. She carries Mo Bingshu's hope and will never seek short-sighted opinions. I think it's snowing here, and she wants to find a warm place to bury Mo Bingshu himself."
Qingge also thought of this and was not too worried.
I'm afraid that Mo Xuan has lived in the young man's blood-eyed golden house for 30,000 years, and has never had any contact with anyone except the young man.
After so long, she probably forgot how to deal with people.
After that, Qingge lived in the Saint's Mansion and practiced intently for half a month, without going to the Alliance Empire, nor to other places in the 108 Lands.
It was another half month, Qingge's eyes shone brightly, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Bang.
Bang.
Two voices sounded, and a holy aperture enveloped her.
He is already a twelve-level Xuanling Master!
By breaking through the first level, you can become a true origin spiritual master and meet the basic conditions for traveling to the three thousand generations.
After breaking through this, Qingge knows
The importance of combining work and rest is no longer practicing in one go, but riding on the plane of the divine beast and going to the Alliance Empire with Jiuci.
She had just appeared in the Alliance Empire, and the people and cultivators from all over the world came hurriedly and surrounded the palace again.
They knelt on one knee on the ground and looked forward to the inside of the palace. The slender and graceful figure attracted the attention of countless people.
"We pay homage to Empress Ye, long live my king!"
“…”
A month ago, when the abyss catastrophe was about to come, countless people rose up and attacked him and forced Jiuji to go to the altar.
When I heard that the Queen Ye left the Fire Heaven, I called the Queen a deserter.
Later I found out that the empress was looking for a solution to the abyss and heavenly tribulation. The practitioners who had previously verbally abused were extremely ashamed.
They only have one night empress in their hearts, and they only admit that they have such a master.
They admire and admire.
As long as the night Queen is here, no matter what kind of disaster a sentient being will suffer, it seems that they can survive it.
Qingge looked at the countless people outside the palace and waved to Ye Xuanji not far away, "Xuanji, come here."
Ye’s mother helped Ye Xuanji walk to Qingge, and both of them had kneeled down.
Qingge looked at Liu Yan'er, and the tacit understanding of fighting side by side for several years has already made Mr. Liu understand it.
Mr. Liu went deep into the palace and walked out with his hands holding the tray. There was something on it, covered with a bright red cloth. No one knew what was hidden under the red cloth.
Long Shitian lifted the red cloth, and the golden imperial crown appeared in everyone's eyes. The practitioners around him all thought they wanted to wear the crown again for the Night Queen.
"Long live my king!"
The shouts of the people shook the sky and broke through the nine heavens.
Qingge looked at them with a faint look.
Qingge held the imperial crown in both hands and put it on Ye Xuanji's head.
Ye Xuanji looked up slightly and was stunned: "The Empress..."
"The sizes are very suitable, and they are almost tailor-made for you." Qingge smiled.
Outside the palace, a young man asked loudly: "Empress Ye, that is your imperial crown..."
"Once the emperor and the minister, this imperial crown should be worn by the newcomer. There is no more empress in the world on the sun. I will bear this heavy responsibility on my shoulders and will take it off with my own hands. In the alliance field, the life and death of the cultivators of the 108 lands have nothing to do with me."