There is indeed no bright moon at night in the Morihaiyuan Realm.
Even the stars don't exist.
The Yuheng star can only be seen during the day.
However, judging from the scene where the Dragon God takes his seat, the Yuheng Star is not the source of light in this world.
The stars and moon at night are all in my hometown.
The world of Mori Haiyuan has its own complexities.
But the scene of Guan Yan dispersing only made people see loneliness.
Five hundred years of loneliness in a foreign land.
There is only a little bit of true spirit left, the loneliness wandering in the cracks of the world.
I have looked at the bright moon for five hundred years, but the moon has disappeared.
Has he ever regretted it?
Su Qiyun caught the slowly falling jade of consecration, and couldn't help but think of this question in her mind.
The jade that now holds the sacred jade contains a bit of Xiaoyu's true spirit. She tightly covered the jade for fear of losing it.
The frost has disappeared.
Only Jiang Wang's fireworks and dragon incense were still burning quietly.
The three of them had their own thoughts and waited until dawn.
There were no more surprises on the way back to the Land of God's Shade.
Qing Qishu's body was returned to the clan, and there was a lot of crying.
This guy who usually makes a lot of noises actually has good relations with many people. Because people know that although he seems to be shameless, he actually never has bad intentions.
Qing Bazhi looked up at the sky, not wanting others to see his red eyes. The two of them usually had conflicts and tit-for-tat, but they had never really hated each other.
Qing Jiuye said nothing, but took Qing Qishu from Jiang Wang's arms.
Qinghua looked at Qing Qishu's eyes that were closed forever, and opened her mouth, but didn't say a word.
It's not that she doesn't want to speak, nor is she mute. But as the Blue Saint, she serves the Dragon God and must convey the Dragon God's divine will at important moments. She cannot speak to anyone other than the priest, in order to avoid "pollution" of the divine will.
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"Did Qishu say anything?" Qing Jiuye asked.
His question was actually asked for Qinghua. It was also asked for the dead Qing Qishu.
After all, who doesn't know what Qing Qishu thinks about Qinghua?
"He said." Jiang Wang said: "The world of Senhaiyuan is very big. After Blue and White, you can go to the end of the world to see it."
Qinghua didn't raise his head.
The crowd separated and came one way.
The old priest approached shakily.
She is very old and cannot walk easily.
In Jiang Wang's eyes, this image slowly overlapped with the beautiful and pure girl in Guan Yan's memory.
When the old woman saw Qing Qishu's body, she paused, but continued walking forward.
There was a very real sadness in his eyes, but it was quickly wiped away.
She looked at Jiang Wang and the others kindly: "Thank you for your hard work."
She is Qing Qishu's biological aunt, but she is also a priest of the Senhai Saint Clan.
This unusual strength reminded Jiang Wang of what Guan Yan said.
"The years are long and we all need to endure hardship. If she knew that I still have my true spirit, she wouldn't be able to survive it."
How much she has borne and how much she has sacrificed for the Senhai Saint Clan.
No one knows except Guan Yan.
Among the current Senhai Saints, she is the only one who has experienced the dark period. Those sins and history only rest on her shoulders.
Once upon a time, she was also a young girl in love with her lover, with only tenderness in her eyes.
She carried the entire Senhai Saint Clan forward alone, so she did not dare to be weak and could not be weak.
Jiang Wang made up his mind and said, "I would also like to trouble you to open the altar, so we can leave from here."
"Yes, please come this way."
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji didn't say anything, letting Jiang Wang act as their representative.
"Before that, I want to go to the bookstore. I have some questions and need to find answers in the records of the nobles. Is that okay?" Jiang Wang asked.
The old priest hesitated: "Of course."
She ordered: "Qinghua, please lead the two envoys to the altar and wait."
Then he said to Jiang Wang: "Follow me."
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked at Jiang Wang, and when they saw him nodding, they followed Qinghua.
Jiang Wang followed the old woman to the bookstore of the Senhai Saint Clan.
He knew that the priest wanted to personally guide him, so he must have something to say.
"After returning from the Hanging Skull Forest, the other two envoys have placed their trust in you. You must have made a great contribution when facing Yan Xiao. Maybe you are better than I thought." The old woman chatted while walking.
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Jiang Wang himself didn't notice this.
"Everyone worked hard together and worked hard," he said.
The old woman continued chatting: "Su Qi turns out to be a girl. Well, she looks pretty."
Jiang Wang explained: "I didn't know until Yan Xiao broke the magic weapon that concealed his appearance during the battle."
"I know it must be very difficult." The old woman repeated: "Thank you for your hard work."
Jiang Wang is not humble.
There is no need to say how difficult and tragic the battle was. The traces on Qing Qishu's body are enough to prove it.
"I thought she would ask me about the 'Night Invasion', but she didn't."
The old woman casually talked about Su Qiyun, but after a pause, she suddenly said: "Did he leave anything behind in the Forest of Hanging Skulls?"
The former her was Su Qiyun. The latter him was of course Guan Yan.
Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old lady was keenly aware of something.
Jiang Wang was silent.
Silence is the answer.
Unable to answer.
"I know." the old woman said.
She didn't let herself get too deep in her emotions.
He added: "He can always arrange everything and take good care of you. He is a reassuring man."
"You, if you have a girl you like, you might as well learn this aspect."
She shook her head: "The ones you taught Qishu won't work."
Jiang Wang was greatly embarrassed. He did not expect that all the methods he had used to make friends with Qishu Qing would reach the ears of this old woman.
The bookstore has arrived.
The priest stopped under the tree: "I'll wait for you at the altar."
She didn't ask Jiang Wang about the real purpose of coming to the bookstore, or whether it was related to Guan Yan, or what Guan Yan left behind.
She trusts Guan Yan in all her decisions.
Even if I hide something from her, it must be out of love.
Jiang Wang stood for a while, calming down the complicated emotions in his heart, and then walked into the study room. Following the clues given by Guan Yan, he found a moon-white monk's robe.
Nothing special about it.
It has not decayed over a long period of time, probably because of the specialness of this bookstore.
After putting away the monk's robes, Jiang Wang left here.
He didn't even turn a page of the various records in the bookstore.
They were all sorted out by Guan Yan, and it was impossible to find any clues that Guan Yan didn't want them to find.
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Crowds gathered in front of the tree altar.
Jiang Wang originally thought that they would leave quietly, just like they came quietly.
At most, Qing Jiuye, Qing Bazhi and a few other people who have contact will give it away.
But unexpectedly, almost the entire Senhai Saint Clan came.
There was a crowd in front of the tree altar.
Of course, the total number of Senhai Saint Clan members is less than three thousand.
It is far from the scale that swept across the forest sea source world in the dark period.
"All the Saints are here to see you off." The old priest stood in front of the altar and said to them: "Thank you for your contribution to the Senhai Saints, and thank you for risking your life. May the Dragon God bless you.
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Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, just as they did when they accepted the identity verification of the Dragon God.
But the difference is that at this time, there are many people crowded under the altar.
Men and women, big and small.
People looked at them and were filled with gratitude.
At this moment, everyone bowed their heads and said to their hearts: "May the Dragon God bless you!"
It wasn't until this moment, in this sacred and solemn atmosphere, that Jiang Wang and the others truly felt that they had indeed saved this place.