Jinghong's first stop after leaving the Shengxi Mountain Range was Qinzhou, and the new lord of Qinzhou was personally elected by Murong Qinghua, so his attitude towards Jinghong was extremely respectful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before Jinghong said that he wanted them to be under the rule of Jinghong Palace, the man had already taken the initiative to mention it.

Jinghong was very satisfied with his gratitude and knowledge of current affairs, and after agreeing with him on the annual tribute, he specially gave him a personal cultivation method and two Zhuji Dan.

That person's cultivation method was something she had scavenged in the Tianxin Sect before, and although it was far inferior to her Miaoyan Immortal Technique, it was many times better than the immortal technique passed down from this lord's family.

The reason why I thought of sending these two things was because Jing Hong had already heard from Murong Qinghua that the only son of the new Lord of Qinzhou was just seven years old, and it was a good time to start cultivating immortals.

Bidding farewell to the new lord of Qinzhou, Jinghong went to her second destination, Suizhou.

Suizhou was originally not the capital of any Xian sect, it was barren and barren, there were few towns, and the villagers confidently worshiped their own "mountain gods" or "river gods".

According to common sense, this kind of place that can't receive any tribute at all is actually completely unnecessary to be included in the rule, but Suizhou is too close to the Shengxi Mountain Range, if Jinghong doesn't want anyone to poke the heart of Jinghong Hall with a knife in the future, then she must take Suizhou into control as soon as possible.

But now the situation is special, and she doesn't have time to slowly clean up this state capital, so she simply decided to fight violence with violence, rely on suppression, and let those mountain spirits and water monsters with a bit of a name become her eyes and ears.

Subdued, sweared, ordered, and rewarded in one go, Jinghong was like an assembly line operation, and quickly subdued the seven demon cultivators in Suizhou.

After another three days, Jinghong, who had already changed his image, came to Xiumi City, where the Tuzhou Lord's Mansion was located.

It's a city she's never thought she'd ever set foot in her life, and the person she's going to visit today is the cheap grandfather she'd had met when she was a child.

Jinghong didn't come to visit her in a proper manner, she sneaked directly into the courtyard where Shangguan Xilin, the lord of Tuzhou, was retreating.

More precisely, it should be the courtyard where Shangguan Xilin pretended to be retreating.

Since going to Qinzhou to make amends to Duanmu Zixuan, Shangguan Xilin has never taken care of his wife, son and daughter-in-law.

If he doesn't leave the house, he will stay in this courtyard all the time.

Even when Shangguan Meng got married some time ago, he just sent his henchmen to send her some spirit stones and other things as a dowry, and he himself didn't even show his face.

When Jing Hong appeared, he was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea and enjoying the coolness, and when he saw this woman who was obviously not a little taller than him, and the way she appeared was extremely strange, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Putting the tea cup back on the stone table, he got up and arched his hand to Jing Hong, "Your Excellency came to visit late at night, I don't know what you are doing?"

Jinghong looked at his eyebrows that had not changed and smiled slightly, "My name is Duanmu Jinghong." ”

Duanmu ...... Thrilling ......

The simple four words were no less than a thunderclap in his heart to him.

"You...... ...... are you?" his voice trembled a little, and a pair of eyes stared at Jing Hong tightly, looking like he was emotional and nostalgic.

The corners of Jinghong's lips hooked slightly, "I don't look like my mother, you can't see my mother's appearance anymore." But if you don't believe me, I can find out what you gave me earlier and testify to it. ”

Shangguan Xilin hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no." Naturally, I believe in you. I was just...... Just remembered your grandfather. ”

Jing Hong raised his eyebrows slightly, "I look like his old man's parents?"

A look of nostalgia flashed in Shangguan Xilin's eyes, "Like, especially eyes." ”

Suddenly.

No wonder no one in their family thought her phoenix eyes were strange, it turned out that her eye shape was after the grandfather who had never seen her.

"You...... You guys...... You and your mother, are you doing well?" Shangguan Xilin's tone was unconsciously flattering with concern, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard it.

She smiled and nodded, "Remember, my mother and I are fine." ”

After thinking about it, she added, "My grandmother and uncle are also very good. ”

Shangguan Xilin's eyes were red, "That's good, that's good." ”

Jing Hong was a little unbearable.

Guan Xilin was not wrong in the matter back then, but he was the most tormented in these years.

As the perpetrator, his wife and son do not think that they are at fault at all, and as victims, she and her mother have long forgotten those things, only this poor person who feels sorry for his old friend has been struggling in the whirlpool of guilt and constantly blaming himself.

After thinking about it, he decided to take some time to talk to this cheap grandfather who had been punishing himself.

She made a pot of spiritual tea with her own hands, and then poured a cup for herself and Shangguan Xilin respectively.

Of course, the teapot, teacup, and tea leaves are all brought by her.

Because Shangguan Xilin had no one else in this courtyard, and she didn't want to call people in a big way.

Shangguan Xilin stared blankly at her smooth and natural movements, until Jinghong put the teacup in his hand, and then he lowered his head and picked up the teacup with a complicated expression.

Jinghong pretended not to see the sourness in his heart, and she told him about her and Duanmu Zixuan's life over the years while drinking tea.

Although she is not a good storyteller, her voice is crisp and beautiful, and her tone is soft and gentle, which is like a soft piece of music to the human ear, which makes people relax unconsciously.

Shangguan Xilin, who was originally full of sourness, was gradually attracted by her story, and the expression on his face unconsciously turned from sadness to surprise and admiration.

Especially when Jinghong talked about the destruction of the Jiyun Gang, she opened a mountain in the Shengxi Mountain Range, and many sects such as Lingxiao Palace, Jiuli Mountain, and Biyou Sect supported the Tao together, Shangguan Xilin's eyes widened in surprise.

Emotion and reason told him that Jinghong would not lie to him, but the fact that it was too terrifying made him subconsciously wonder if he was in a dream.

Monsters are haunted, the Jiyun Gang is wiped out, the Shocking Flood Sect is established, the Shenxiao Sect is greatly damaged, and the Tianxin Sect is gone, so many major events He didn't even hear about it until today, what is he doing?

He is the lord of Tuzhou, and hundreds of thousands of people under his rule are counting on his protection, but he locks himself in this small courtyard to be sad and passive.

"Grandfather, do you want to include Tu Zhou under the rule of the Jinghong Palace?" a clear and pleasant voice interrupted his self-reflection.