"It turned out to be a mood perception, a mood perception from three swords to six swords!"

Li Canglang's hand holding the letter paper couldn't help but tremble, and even his mood became excited. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the letterhead, it is all the mood of the heroic marquis transcribed by the light song.

Mood perception is priceless.

Each cultivator's state of mind is equivalent to a heart-like existence, which is the source of life, treasured and precious, and will never be passed on.

Even if some cultivators who are lucky enough to get the state of mind perception left by their predecessors by chance, they will never leak out, as long as they have the state of mind perception in hand, it can be said that in the face of the difficulty of breaking through, they have succeeded for the most part. #_#67356

Xu Yan's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was choked, "If we are fortunate enough to meet the little master, it is not in vain that we have suffered for twenty years, and now, we have come to an end." ”

Yang Zhi held back the sourness in his heart and smiled, "Yes, in the end, everything will be fine, follow the little master, there is meat to eat." ”

"As long as there is a day when the slaughter army is there, the little master will never be bullied." Li Canglang gritted his teeth secretly and said.

The three of them glanced at each other, and complicated feelings welled up in their hearts.

They have experienced a hundred battles, traveled from south to north, endured a lot of hardships, shed a lot of blood, and never bowed their heads even in the face of severe punishments, let alone tears.

However, everyone's heart is soft, and if you warm it gently, you will be touched.

The same is true of the slaughter army, and the same is true of the night light song.

When Qingge left the courtyard, it was already evening.

The sun was setting in the west, the remnant sun was like blood, and the fiery clouds covered half the sky.

She held the little snow-white fox in her arms, wearing the original mask on her face, and her three thousand white hairs were pulled up and hidden in the hat, and before she knew it, she had walked some distance, ascended the steps, and stopped in the middle of the two stone lions.

Qingge raised her head and looked towards the gate of this majestic mansion.

On the plaque, the three words "Yingwu Hou" with the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing like floating clouds exude a heroic righteousness, reflecting the afterglow of the remnant sun, which makes people awe-inspired.

This is the mansion given to her by Beihuang when she was the marquis, and later because she got the immortal stone and the great spirit master book in the Yingwu Marquis's mansion, she thought that the Yingwu Marquis was not dead.

Therefore, when Beihuang proposed to replace the plaque of Yingwuhou and change it to An Guohou, she did not agree to it in order to respect Yingwuhou.

Heavenly Realm of the Gods?

The world of the Great Spirit Master? #6.7356

Perhaps, one day in the future, she will be able to kill the Heavenly Realm of the Gods and talk to the Marquis of Yingwu.

Of course, the premise is that the Marquis of Yingwu is still alive.

Qingge raised his hand, pushed open the door, and walked into the Yingwu Marquis Mansion.

Wandering carelessly in the courtyard, Qingge suddenly raised his head and looked ahead, his ears moving slightly.

She narrowed her eyes, her eyes tinged with coldness.

Qingge jumped up, stepped over the extension building, and walked towards the hall.

Standing outside the door, Qingge's eyes tightened.

In the hall, there is movement, there are people!

Qingge held her breath, closed her eyes, and sensed the scene inside the door with her spiritual power.

Inside the room, a man, with his hair tied high, sat at a table with his back to the door, drinking fragrant tea and playing chess seriously.

"I haven't been back for a long time, but I didn't expect that everything here is still preserved for Benhou." The man's voice is full of magnetism and contains the vicissitudes of life that have been weathered for a long time.

"Shocking wind, you should also come back to see, I heard that your daughter is already the king of the four kingdoms."

Hearing this, the light song outside the door, the heart was beating wildly, and the soul seemed to be trembling.

Suddenly, there was no sound or breath in the room.

Qingge suddenly pushed the door open, and in the house, the furnishings were still the same, and there was nothing.

Qingge quickly walked to the table, the tea was still hot, and the chess game was halfway through, Qingge looked around, but he couldn't find the person's voice or smell his breath.

"Yingwu Hou, it's Yingwu Hou!" Qingge picked up the cup of tea, her limbs were a little weak, and her joy overflowed.

Qingge put down the teacup, sat opposite the man in front of her, and watched the chess game seriously, she was a layman when it came to playing chess, but even so, she seemed to be able to feel the breadth and profundity in this game of chess, Yingwuhou, as if she wanted to tell her something.

She never believed that Yingwu Hou, who had already broken through the Great Spirit Master, would not know that she was eavesdropping, and there was only one explanation, Yingwu Hou deliberately revealed it to her.

Storm ......

Night Terror!

It's her father.

Not dead, not dead!

Qingge sat on the chair weakly, with mixed emotions and mixed feelings, and his eyes were a little red.

If the night terror didn't die, what about Yan Bitong?

In her two lives combined, the only regret is that she has no father and no mother's pet, and the only thing she is fortunate to have such an old man as Ye Qingtian.

She didn't have hope for her family and her parents, but one day, when she really knew that Night Terror was still alive, her dead heart seemed to burn.

She eagerly wants to see, she longs for that suppressed feeling, she also wants to be pampered, hurt, protected, angry outside, as long as she goes home and stomps her feet, she can take her parents out to find a place.

Qingge is alone, brewing feelings in the huge mansion.

After a long time, it was getting late, and her mood gradually calmed down.

At this time, she realized that there were teacups on both sides of the chess game and on both sides of the table.

Qingge smiled slightly, picked up the teacup opposite Yingwuhou, and drank it all.

When he put the teacup down, Qingge stood up, and there was a strong battle intent in his eyes.

She walked out of the room and locked the door.

Everything about the right talent is like a passing cloud, an ethereal fierceness.

But Qingge knew that it was real.

Her father, waiting for her in the Celestial Realm of the Gods.

Qingge really wanted to rush back to Yefu non-stop and tell Ye Qingtian, but now Ye Qingtian can't stand it, not to mention, Ye Qingtian has accepted the death of the night terror, more than ten years later, someone suddenly came to tell him that his son was not dead, but he was afraid that the old man would not be able to bear it for a while.

Besides, even if you know, the Heavenly Domain of the Gods, such a distant place, the night blue sky is old again, half a foot on the Huangquan Road, before entering the coffin, can you still see the night terror?

Hard?

And Ye Qingtian may not necessarily believe her, and even, it will stimulate Ye Qingtian.

Therefore, Qingge didn't plan to tell Ye Qingtian.

But she has made up her mind, she must continue to become stronger, and when she reaches the Great Spirit Master, she will be able to go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, and she can take her grandfather to meet his unfilial son who has not returned home for more than ten years.

She only hoped that the speed at which she would grow strong would be faster than the speed at which Ye Qingtian would age. 2miào2bi.*2 pavilion 2,

Qingge's brain was like paste, and while thinking, he walked towards the night house.

Her heart has leaped.

Fly to the Nine Heavens.

The night is deep, the long streets, the remote imperial capital is remote, and the Yingwu Marquis Mansion is standing, the atmosphere is magnificent, solemn and solemn.

Singing lightly in black, wearing a hat, he walked towards the night house.

In the Yingwu Marquis's mansion, in the house, in front of the chess game, the figure appeared again.

He picked up the unfinished teacup, took a sip, and then said, "I have to rush back." ”^_^67356