Liu Yue has entered Qingfeng Pavilion since she was a child, and her cultivation is self-control, and she is a disciple of Qingfeng Pavilion, so she has many concerns.

Luo Qing Court is different, she doesn't have to worry as much as they do, she can let go and do what she wants.

To be a man but to ask for one without complaint or regret, even if the Qing court wants to do what people think is a big rebellion, as long as she will not regret her choice in the future, let alone a big rebellion, it is to set off the support of Qingling Mountain and Liuyue.

People should live for themselves, if they are too busy to take care of themselves, where do they still have the heart to care about how others do, living in hatred, it is probably the saddest way of life, but to persuade, Liu Yue can't do it, she can't even persuade herself, let alone others.

If revenge can only give her physical and mental pleasure, then let go of everything and do what she wants.

Even if it is not an exaggeration to cut Liu Zhangmen and the others with a thousand knives, the pain they inflicted on Heng Zhi is far more serious than the physical injuries they have suffered.

"Why, Senior Sister Liu Yue never blames me?"

Liu Yue smiled silently, there is nothing to blame, revenge, it is bloody, and when she thought about it, she didn't have a soft heart when she killed her friends, so she didn't need to worry so much, it only added to her worries.

"As long as the object you are targeting is indebted to you, you are picking his flesh and skin, I will support you, on the contrary, people who have not hurt you, or people who have no knowledge of things, you will never be able to do it, this is my only request. ”

Life is short, life is full of joys and sorrows, happy and unhappy are like a tide, when they come to you, you can only silently bear its baptism. Just because you can't resist the cycle of cause and effect doesn't mean you can't resist the unfair treatment around you.

They are unkind to you, and what does it matter to you whether they live or die, either you trample them under your feet, or they trample you under your feet.

"Also, I hope you remember that before you take a step, you have to be fully prepared and deliberate, you don't know what the consequences of your choice will bring, but what you lose, you can never get back. ”

Liu Yue took Heng Zhi's hand and said earnestly, these words should not have been said by Liu Yue, she is really not a serious elder, but what should be said still has to be said, to give the Qing Court a wake-up call.

People, it is impossible to have no regrets, but if there are too many regrets, there will only be infinite regrets left in life, and that kind of life is too boring.

"What the senior sister said, the Qing court remembered in its heart, and hoped that the senior sister would be able to see everything, and not be sad about the past. ”

A group of disciples flew over Qingyuan, and Heng Zhi looked at the clothes and ornaments that were not from Qingfeng Pavilion, but he felt familiar when he looked at them.

"Which disciple is that?" After the matter of the sacrifice was handed over to Qingfeng Pavilion and Qingling Mountain, there were more people coming and going from Qingfeng Pavilion. Those disciples were wearing white robes, and they looked like pear blossoms.

"Don't you know? The master of Qingliantai was seriously ill and couldn't survive, but unfortunately, the great disciple of Qingliantai allowed to be sick for more than half a year, and when the master of Qingliantai died, he was still in a coma. Before his death, the master of Qingliantai passed the position of the master of the door to him. ”

The master of Qingliantai is the most respected of the door masters, and he is also the female door master, and the Liu family is popular with the people to win the popularity of the small sect.

The master of Qingliantai is different, the master of Qingliantai is righteous and awe-inspiring, gentle and kind, and treats everyone gently and amiably, because in the Daomen, many people are very respectful to the master of Qingliantai, Hengzhi's death is at most the funeral of Qingfeng Pavilion, and the death of the owner of Qingliantai is the funeral of the entire Daomen, and Shen Jianqing also personally went to take over the errand of handling the aftermath for him.

You must know that the current side is still unconscious, and its master has gone, and there is no one in charge of Qingliantai.

The master of Qingliantai went out of the funeral as the big head, and he used the honor guard of the big head, that is, the ritual system that only Shen Jianqing could use.

Among the funerals that Heng Zhi has seen, he has seen everything in the first world, and the scale he has seen before is not as grand as the funeral of the master of Qingliantaimen, it is clearly a funeral, but it is more lively than the New Year's Festival.

For this removal of the plum blossom demon and the invitation to the head of the lotus platform, he has never been sad about the friendship of Qingfeng Pavilion for the matter of Hengzhi, Shen Jianqing personally wore linen and filial piety, and personally held up the tablet for the master of Qingliantai.

Heng Zhi and Liu Yue asked to stay in the team supporting the coffin, and all the head disciples of the Dao Sect participated in this funeral, and everyone added up, and the team was discharged for ten miles.

Although it is a funeral in the Daomen, the team also has to pass through the trouble, first, it is not good to resist the sword, and secondly, it is a cultivator, in the end, it is still a person, and he has not been able to walk well in the world before his death, and he has to go through the world for the last time after death.

The funeral procession of Hao Hao Tang passed through the bazaar, blowing and beating when they got married, and still blowing and blowing when they died, Heng Zhi couldn't hear any change in their blowing sounds, but felt that there was something missing, very empty, very empty......

For thousands of years, there are not many people who can get the big boss to personally present the tablet, Qingliantai is not a big sect, and there are few people in the door, almost the same as the formation cultivation, all of them are disciples withering. However, the master of Qingliantai is not the same, with supreme honor.

In the end, it is a small sect, and no one can think of the tablet in the big head, and the ordinary people feel fresh and want to see it.

The streets of the bazaar were full of people, and those who could not stand on the street went to their houses and opened their windows, and poked their heads out like giraffes.

Looking at the funeral procession from far and near, the snow-white spirit flags fluttered wantonly in the air under the agitation of the wind, not as sad as it was desolate. The spirit flag was blown by the wind and danced wildly, and Heng Zhi looked up at the spirit flag, thinking that it was waving to passers-by.

People have a lot of discussions about the funeral of the owner of Qingliantai, saying that although Qingliantai is a small sect, the owner of the door is noble, a noble woman, and has outstanding talents, but he died suddenly, but in the end, he has suffered the honor of no one who has ever been before or after him.

However, the people of the world are not all for the purpose of watching this funeral, everyone is watching the long funeral procession to see which handsome adult is among them.

Now that demons are rampant, the people have great respect for the people in the Daomen, they rarely see the faces of the heads of various sects, and the appearance of the disciples in some sects will not be bad, and everyone is staring at the rare "grand event".

People whispered to each other about the man who had died before they met. Ironically, the master of Qingliantai has guarded Qingliantai for many years, sticking to the ghost spirit under the mountain, so well-intentioned, but obscure!

has no family, few friends, has been living in obscurity until death, but on the contrary, he is famous, well-known to everyone, and he can't help but feel a little bitter in his heart.