Jun Qinghan flicked away the long sword at his throat, his fists clenched, and he felt that the air around him was bleak and lonely, and the woman in front of him was graceful and graceful, but the skin of her whole body was wrinkled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The staggered wrinkles on the face show sadness and loneliness!

A long mottled hair, a pair of frost-white sideburns in the green silk, those eyes, cloudy, regretful, worried!

The woman stood there, giving Jun a light chill and only one feeling, "Good life and desolation, mourning is greater than heart death", the breath is not extinguished, but it is like a walking corpse, and the sky of the soul is overcast.

The woman looked at the man outside the mountain gate, her heart was infinitely sour, sorrow swept through every corner of her body, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes in an instant, crying and crying and laughing, but the smile was great sorrow and suffering, and the liver and intestines were broken!

Jun Qinghan!

I still remember the scarlet on Xue Ying's face when I talked about Jun Qinghan in the Fenghan Pavilion, and I still remember when I ruthlessly married Xue Ying to Qin Luo, Jun Qinghan ran thousands of miles!

I still remember that on the red building, a red wedding dress died of incense!

Dressed in white, the white eyeballs are eye-catching, how many times have I woken up every night, only to see Chen'er dressed in white respectfully hanging his hands beside him, elegant and humble; tossing and turning, his mind kept coming up, a generation of military gods rushed back to the Cold Moon Pavilion, bowed three times, and then left in a hurry.

Back then, she was also the queen of Leng Yun, and her children were on her knees!

But now, the big Lengyun royal family, the blood remains, tired and withered, revealing decay and desolation everywhere. And the princess of Leng Yun, because of her momentary mistake, lost her face.

And her son, who is the god of the army, is struggling on the edge of life and death, although he is the descendant of the Heavenly Clan, but he knows that Dongfang Youchen is tired, and since the death of the country, ten years have been like a day, and he has not stopped at all.

The burden of recovering the country, the ambition of rising in troubled times, fell on that pair of slightly weak shoulders, from beginning to end, Dongfang Youchen is just from a teenager to a youth!

Queen Leng Yun has become a lonely person, so desolate!

Looking at Leng Peiyao's old face, Jun Qinghan was sad, when he was in Fenghan Pavilion, Jun Qinghan saw Leng Peiyao for the first time, which can be described as peerless, reincarnated in spring and autumn, but his face is not old.

And nowadays, things are not people!

"Mother!"

Jun Qinghan knocked on his knees, knelt in front of Leng Peiyao, the green silk was flying, there was no coldness and arrogance, indifferent blood and ruthlessness, kneeling there, his identity was only a son of man!

Leng Peiyao's body shook violently, her face was pale, she looked at the man on the ground in a daze, and whispered softly, "Mother...... Mother ......", tears suddenly blurred her eyes.

Suddenly, Leng Peiyao sobbed, her heart was full of sorrow like a flood, her hands frantically slapped Jun Qinghan's shoulders, and she chanted loudly: "Snow Sakura...... You give me back the snow cherry blossoms...... Why...... Why, why can't you protect the snow cherry blossoms......"

In the end, Leng Peiyao seemed to be out of her mind, "Why, why should I let Xue Ying marry, why do I ......" Finally, Leng Peiyao let out a shabby whistle, her frost-white hair flew, and she was extremely remorseful.

Looking at the lonely and desolate figure in the wind, Jun Qinghan's heart suddenly tingled, and he leaned down:

"Snow Sakura meets her mother!"

Jun Qinghan's forehead slammed heavily on the ground, and when he raised his head, a red mark appeared, and then he leaned over again:

"Chen'er greets her mother!"

............

"Light cold to meet my mother!"

Jun Qinghan's eyes were slightly red, and the bottom of his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he bowed to Leng Peiyao three times and nine times.

Leng Peiyao shook her body and looked at the man on the ground, and suddenly hugged Jun Qinghan, with a hint of joy in her sad voice, "Son, ......" The corners of her eyes were full of tears.

Jun Qinghan's heart was extremely sour, and finally two lines of tears slipped down, standing on a faint blood, but the corners of his mouth showed a slight smile.

The man has two lines of tears, and the line is only for love!

Jun Qinghan stepped into the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Pavilion......

In the cold moon hall, Jun Qinghan respectfully served tea, looking at Leng Peiyao, whose old face gradually showed a hint of smile, a trace of warmth surged through his heart, serving tea as a son of man, how long did he look forward to it?

Leng Peiyao looked at Jun Qinghan with a cold face, and showed a heartfelt smile for the first time in three years.

"Mother, Xue Ying can be saved", Jun Qinghan said as he handed over the tea.

Leng Peiyao's hand paused in the air, and let out a long sigh, "At the beginning, Chen'er told me about this, but the Celestial Clan's Soul Conjuring Bi, how can you get it when you get it, how many top powerhouses in the mainland have died because of the Conjuring Soul Bi, but this Bi is still intact and stored in the Heavenly Clan."

"Absolutely!"

Jun Qinghan clenched his fists, "Now the eldest brother is already a disciple of the white-clothed prime minister of the Heavenly Clan, and in time, obtaining the conjuring spirit is like exploring the bag!"

"However, I don't want you to take any more risks, do you know the pain of sending someone to send a black-haired person?" Leng Peiyao said bitterly while drinking tea, "Since you are Xue Ying's husband, I am your mother, and you no longer live for you alone."

Jun Qinghan was slightly silent, and then said sonorously:

"No, I must save Yukakura!"

Without waiting for Leng Peiyao to speak again, Jun Qinghan continued, "Mother, don't worry, Qinghan will have the strength to save Xue Ying one day", as he spoke, Jun Qinghan's sleeve robe rolled:

Surrounded by three different flags!

His hands turned into hideous yellow dragon claws, and his body was half hidden in the air!

Eyes cloud demon pupils, blood scars on the soles of feet!

Grab the magic halberd in your hand and let out a thunderous roar!

Leng Peiyao's pupils shrank slightly, and then she stood up in shock, looking Jun Qinghan up and down, and a huge wave set off in her heart, "How much bloodline does this flesh and blood body contain?"

"Believe me, Light Cold will definitely bring back Snow Sakura!"

Jun Qinghan looked at Leng Peiyao and said word by word, the words were sonorous, like a solemn oath.

Leng Peiyao's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of hope, looking at Jun Qinghan, her expression was slightly excited, "Really...... Really?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Jun Qinghan's mouth, "At the time of the rebellion on the mainland, the heroes of the world are rising together, as strong as the peak twenty-two, and it is also possible to be annihilated in the flood of rebellion, before the Eight Banners Ancient Clan was established, the Soul Conjuring Bi was in the hands of the major peak powerhouses", as he spoke, Jun Qinghan showed a hint of pride.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Conjuring Bi fell into the hands of the Dragon Saint Emperor several times!

Looking at Jun Qing's cold and gentle and slightly rebellious, Leng Peiyao's state of mind as if she was dead gradually appeared, and a smile was obvious around her face.

Suddenly, Leng Peiyao let out a long sigh, "But, I want to see my dust now", as she spoke, Leng Peiyao had a trace of gloomy and thick loneliness flowing around her.

Jun Qinghan's body shook suddenly, and he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Leng Peiyao, "This is the letter from the eldest brother!"

Leng Peiyao looked at the handwriting on the envelope, and the result letter with slightly trembling hands slowly opened:

The mother is on top, and the unfilial son worships youchen......

..................

The faint fragrance of ink filled the entire room, but Jun Qinghan felt Leng Peiyao's violent fluctuations in mood, his eyes were red, and he put the letter on his chest and cried with joy, "Chen'er, how is Chen'er now?"

Jun Qinghan was slightly silent, "Big brother is now fighting the Kamikaze Empire in the Xiaoyue Mountain Range. ”

"How...... How could this be?" Leng Peiyao's face was slightly shocked, "The Xiaoyue Mountain Range is already close to the hinterland of the Lingxiao Empire, how can the battlefield of the Great War God Emperor Empire be here?"

Jun Qinghan coughed his throat and avoided the serious, "His opponent should be his master, the white-clothed prime minister, an extremely terrifying opponent......" For a day and a night, Jun Qinghan chatted about his various experiences with Dongfang Youchen in the past three years.

When the morning sun rose, Jun Qinghan got up and opened the door, looked at the morning glow, and beat Hache, Leng Peiyao listened to Jun Qinghan all night, and fell asleep unconsciously, the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a smile, I am afraid it is the most comfortable sleep in three years.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

In the Cold Moon Pavilion, there was a mighty magic sound.

Jun Qinghan raised his eyebrows, his heart chuckled, and then he sealed his hands and laid a layer of enchantment in the main hall to prevent the magic sound from interfering with Leng Peiyao.

The figure jumped vertically, and before coming to the main hall, at this time, hundreds of people from the Cold Moon Pavilion had gathered in front of the hall, looking anxious and a little panicked, but when they saw Jun Qinghan, they were even more surprised.

Except for the young master, how could anyone else set foot on the Cold Moon Mountain Gate.

In the crowd, a familiar figure walked out, it was Senior Sister Qi who had been seen in Fenghan Pavilion Jun Qinghan at the beginning.

"Why are you here?"

Senior Sister Qi looked at Jun Qinghan suspiciously, her expression slightly stunned.

"What's going on, it's worth ringing the magic bell?" Jun Qinghan answered the question, sniffed the air, and felt a touch of solemnity in Xiao Suo's desolate atmosphere.

Senior Sister Qi's face was suddenly worried, and before she could speak, she only heard an eager shout from behind:

"The Hundred Pavilion Alliance, approaching the bottom of the 10,000-step ladder!"