The weather was great today.

The streets and alleys were full of sunlight, and the fine autumn wind hit Taixuanjing.

Even in autumn, the most eye-catching thing in Taixuanjing is still a tree, with peach blossoms red and pink, like a fairy dancing in a neon dress.

Qingyue saw Lu Jing's face pale, and saw him go away with deep fear in his eyes, she stood in the courtyard for a few breaths, and suddenly there was a little more reluctance in her eyes.

But after reluctance, her eyes became firm again.

She remembered the many scenes in the begonia flowers, struggled for a long time, and finally turned back to the house, took out a Qiankun bag from the house and tied it around her waist.

Qingyue and Lu Jing have lived in this small courtyard for too long, and everything in the small courtyard is very familiar to Qing Yue, but Qing Yue still took a closer look at the small courtyard a few times before going out.

She traveled all the way to the depths of the empty mountain alley, until she saw a back.

The back is lonely, and the white clothes are fluttering, as if the rising sun in the sky and the breeze blowing in the streets and alleys have nothing to do with her, but the peach blossoms in the city seem to have something to do with her.

"Sir."

Qingyue didn't hesitate in her eyes, but there were still many regrets: "Mr. Guanqi, he ......"

Mr. Eleven, who was supposed to be in Zhenwu Mountain, turned around, and there were some tears in her eyes, but they were blown away by the wind, which only made her squint.

"The world is impermanent, and the scene you see in the begonia flowers is about to come true."

Mr. Eleven said: "It's a pity that I was in a hurry, knowing that the road ahead was bumpy, but I couldn't move to the mountains and rivers that blocked the road." ”

Qingyue pursed her lips and said, "Why don't you tell Childe?" Childe has always had an idea......"

Mr. Eleven looked at the sky and said, "Lu Jing has always had an idea, if he knows the scene in the begonia flowers, he will inevitably make a lot of noise."

At that time, perhaps Lu Jing, who was holding a sword in the begonia flower scene, would no longer be able to hold a sword.

I have also seen the scene of begonias, I have seen the peach blossoms withering all over the mountain, and I have also seen the parrot island dumping in the middle of the river.

I also wanted to change these things that are always sad, but unfortunately the results were not satisfactory. ”

The road ahead is bumpy, but it is always impossible to move to the front mountain.

So Qingyue took a deep breath......

Since he can't move to Qianshan, he must give Gongzi a chance to hold a sword, and don't let him be controlled by others.

So she walked side by side with Mr. Eleven, and the fragrance of peach blossoms in the Mid-Autumn Festival blew all over Taixuanjing, and in the most abrupt fragrance, Qingyue finally mustered up the courage to make her crucial third choice.

The first choice was that when the eldest young master of Lu Mansion Lu Feng came to ask for her, she knelt alone in front of the lady's tablet the night.

The second choice was to study medicine under Mr. Eleven.

The third choice is to leave Taixuanjing with Mr. Eleven before the Mid-Autumn Festival, under the cover of the fragrance of peach blossoms.

On Jiaoshen Mountain, Qingyue, who had not shed tears for a long time, had tears in her eyes and turned her head to look at Taixuanjing.

Taixuanjing is vast and prosperous, and there are more than a few million households.

In this Taixuanjing, her sweetheart wanted to draw her sword, and she still vaguely remembered that under the two blood-colored stars, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi was unparalleled.

Mr. Eleven walked in front of Qingyue, also walking firmly and slowly.

She has been in Taixuanjing for more than ten years, and she has never done anything that the world admires like Mr. Four, nor has she been taught by her master like the rest of the gentlemen, nor has she turned the tide in a certain matter.

She became a spirit only because her master preached on Zhenwu Mountain, and only because the merry genius with his bags on his back entered Taixuanjing with a glimpse.

Now that she is leaving Taixuanjing, things in the world are still going according to plan, and they are still not getting better, and they are even getting worse.

"Sir...... Maybe Childe knew about this, and Mr. Guanqi wouldn't be so passive, maybe he didn't have to enter this palace. ”

Qingyue followed behind Mr. Eleven, looking at Mr. Eleven's ordinary back, but felt that Mr. Eleven was just like her, but he was just holding on.

Mr. Eleven shook his head.

She originally thought that after the catastrophe in the Valley of the Dead, Bai Guanqi would indeed be able to live.

It wasn't until later, when the chessboard covering the world was covered, that Mr. Eleven and Mr. Guanqi came to their senses.

Most of the things in the world are involuntary.

"It's fine." Mr. Eleven stopped, his voice clear and powerful: "He also wants Lu Jing to hold the sword and draw the sword." ”

"Only in this way can he be regarded as the real sword wielding gentleman in the library."

Qingyue was slightly stunned, and her steps became more and more firm.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Mr. Eleven did not answer Qing Yue, but asked Qing Yue: "It depends on how you choose." ”

"Do you want to choose a place to wait for Lu Jing to return with his sword, or do you choose to go to the doctor with me, so that the next choice will not be so difficult."

When Mr. Eleven said this, he said plainly and directly: "Maybe...... Lu Jing couldn't come back this time. ”

Qingyue, who had been holding back, suddenly burst into tears, and she didn't even dare to look at Tai Xuanjing again, so she only bowed her head and said to Mr. Eleven: "Go...... Seek medical advice. ”

……

"I need to fill in the lines on the two chessboards of Yuyuan and Yanggu.

This chessboard begins with you, and naturally it will end with you. ”

It is difficult for Emperor Chongtian to get out of the Taixian Palace, and it is rare to come to this imperial garden.

It's autumn, and the garden is still full of flowers, and the fragrance comes to the nose, and the winding paths and majestic rockeries are correspondingly interesting.

Mr. Guanqi became calmer and calmer.

His face was still old, but instead of wearing the gray clothes of his life, he was dressed in indigo blue.

The neckline and cuffs of the indigo blue robe are also inlaid with flowing cloud patterns, and there is a black auspicious cloud brocade tied around the waist, and the sparse hair is tied up by a crown of jade hair, which is actually a teenager's dress.

Mr. looked up at the starlight in the sky, and in the starlight everywhere, the figure of an old friend could be faintly seen.

The old friend was drowned in the Starlight Falls, but he seemed to be strong, and shouted at him: "Hold on for a few more days, and I will return immediately." ”

So Mr. Guanqi's eyes softened more and more.

"Shengjun thinks that the chessboard between you and Jiang Shoufu can swallow my plans in Yu Yuan and Yanggu?"

Mr. Guanqi walked side by side with Emperor Chongtian, and he tried his best to straighten his spine: "I can't communicate with the Holy Monarch, how can the two chessboards be one?" ”

Emperor Chongtian stretched out a hand, and a dragon in the palm of his hand was winding and coiling, roaring many times.

But the roar was suppressed and could not be heard at all.

"Nature has to be one." Emperor Chongtian looked at the dragon in his hand and said: "There is not much time in the world, the master saves the world, but it cannot be eternal, he can't permanently suppress Ming Yujing after all."

If the world does not save itself, it will just sit back and wait for death. ”

Mr. Guanqi smiled and said, "The world is precious, and the number of living beings is unknown.

The Holy Monarch has the will to save the world, just like the Great Candle King of Northern Qin.

But the two kings will waste a lot of time after all, since they both want to save the world, why should they suddenly consume the power of the world? ”

Emperor Chongtian withdrew the Canglong in his hand and shook his head with a smile: "Since the last spiritual tide, I have only believed in myself. ”

Mr. Guanqi naturally knew the answer a long time ago, but the smile on his face was thicker.

He glanced up at the sky, but in that sky, there were faintly a few more stars twinkling.

"That's the Celestial Guardian."

Emperor Chongtian followed Mr. Guanqi's gaze and said with a smile: "Throughout the ages, people in the world have rarely reflected these Tianque guarding stars, because Tianque is a strange treasure in the sky, and the truth of heaven and earth cannot be reflected by non-immortals. ”

The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face gradually retracted, and he felt that the starlight of these stars in the sky became more and more dazzling.

"There are both Yuan Xing and Emperor Xing...... Reflecting these Tianque guarding stars, Tianque also has flaws. Mr. Guanqi whispered softly.

Emperor Chongtian nodded suddenly: "There is a flaw in Tianque, and there will be a flaw in Emperor Taidi City and even Naming Yujing."

In the past three spiritual tide fruits, they may be able to share the benefits in the world, and the heavens and the world will be unified, and the world will no longer have vitality, and the cultivators in the world are all immortals.

The twelfth-floor, five cities, and four hundred and eighty fairies can no longer be high, and they can no longer use the human world as a sacrifice, let alone destroy the human world and feed Ming Yujing. ”

"It's really magnificent." Mr. Guanqi bowed his head, but he asked with some concern: "But if Lu Jing is unwilling to reflect these heavenly guards, then what?" ”

"After tonight, with Lutan as the bottom, these days Que Shouxing will open the star gate, as for whether it is reflected or not, it depends on the choice of Lu Jing." Emperor Chongtian seemed to be quite confident, and said: "This Lu Jing is the biggest surprise in the world over the years, he is a natural brand-new big knife, with him, coupled with some fine knife light, Tianque will not be so flawless." ”

Mr. Guanqi seemed to know what Emperor Chongtian was planning, and he stood still under a large tree and let out a long breath of turbidity.

"Valuing affection and righteousness and knowing kindness has hurt Lu Jing, if his temperament is lighter, maybe it will be much better."

……

The autumn wind is blowing again, and the leaves on the trees are rustling.

Emperor Chongtian stood behind Mr. Guanqi, his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.

Mr. Guanqi, who had always spoken softly, suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Emperor Chongtian.

"Holy Monarch, the last time you were in the spirit tide, you saw the five cities on the twelfth floor, the unprecedented Ming Yujing, the emperor whose body covered the sky and the sun, and the immortal emperor who sat in the eyes of the emperor......

In fact, since then, one of the holy words in your name has long been swallowed up by ambition. ”

Emperor Chongtian smiled on his face, and let Mr. Guanqi speak, he still looked at the sky, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Mr. Guanqi stroked the folds on his sleeves, and his body, which had always been a little rickety, suddenly straightened up.

His face became young again, and his abundance and handsomeness seemed to reveal innate nobility, which made people feel unattainable.

This unattainability does not come from identity, from blood, but from that unique temperament.

"Emperor Chongtian, you want to save the world, but you have to pay the price of half the living beings in the world.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, half of the living beings are dead, the heavens and the earth are merged into one, and you really sweep the heavens and become the immortals and the emperor of the immortals who have made three million immortals and sit in the immortal court for three hundred years, so what has changed in the world?

It's nothing more than a change of Tianque and a change of Ming Yujing. ”

Mr. Guanqi's aura slowly changed, and the spirit of the humble and docile Mr. Guanqi in the past suddenly became at its peak.

He was still standing under the big tree, his hands behind his back, and he turned sideways to look at Emperor Chongtian obliquely.

Behind him, between the inky smudges, one after another divine thoughts were vertical and horizontal, and mountains and rivers emerged.

At this moment, Mr. Guanqi in the Taixuan Palace is no longer the scholar in the building, but the most romantic in the world in the past.

And those cultivators who are at the top of the world talk about Mr. Guanqi, and they all say that he "used to be a landscape lang in the Qing capital, and the Heavenly Sect paid and was crazy!" ”

It's as if the identity of Qing Dujun, the owner of Yuxian Tower, covers everything.

But the white view of chess in the world is white view of chess, not some Qing Du Jun!

"Emperor Chongtian wants to swallow the heavens and the world, and he always wants to give the weak people a way to live.

Yu Yuan and Yanggu have their own changes, so I will stand here and ask you to come and get it. ”

At this moment, the morning sun gradually rose, and wisps of light sprinkled down, shining a halo of light in the void.

Emperor Chongtian looked at the white chess: "The world is merry and white, with thousands of poems and thousands of wines, how could he have looked at the Hou Wang." ”

"In that case, I'll take a look at Yu Yuan and Yanggu!"

……

Lu Jing went straight into the Taixuan Palace, no one stopped him all the way, and he came straight to the Taixian Palace.

In front of the Taixian Palace, the red-clothed Lu Mink Temple stood silently, and when he saw Lu Jing coming, he stepped forward and said, "Jingguo Gong, the Holy Monarch doesn't know which garden he went to visit today, and he is not in the Taixian Palace." ”

Lu Jing is also equipped with a killing Xilou and a grass chopping knife on his waist.

He took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked towards several gardens.

As soon as he took a few steps, the red-clothed mink temple suddenly reminded Lu Jing.

"After Mr. Guanqi entered Taixuanjing, he visited several old people in the palace, and finally went to Huaishi Palace.

If Jing Guogong came to find Mr. Guanqi, he could go to Huaishi Palace to find it. ”

Huai Shi Palace.

The little thirteenth prince of Yanxu was looking at something on the table and was fascinated.

His small chin rested on the table, and his face was still full of smiles.

Behind the Yanxu prince, the eldest female official of the Huaishi Palace also laughed with the Yanxu prince.

"You say, when Young Master Jing gets married, as his only disciple, what should I give?"

The eldest lady was about to answer, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Prince Yanxu straightened up and looked at the courtyard.

saw Lu Jing standing under the locust tree in the courtyard, hesitating.

"I didn't have any homework today, but Mr. Jing came."

Prince Yanxu took off his immature eyes slightly, and there was more brilliance in his eyes, and he hurriedly stood up and hurriedly greeted him.

At this time, the sun was shining outside the door, but it was a little cold under the locust tree.

The originally elated Prince of Yanxu walked out of the court, and suddenly saw the increasingly gray expression on Lu Jing's face, and suddenly noticed something.

He stopped, turned his head and glanced at the table in the hall, and there was a sudden silence in the palace.

A few breaths passed.

A smile tugged at the corner of Prince Yanxu's mouth, took a few steps forward, and said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi entered the palace before, and it is said that he went to many places in the palace, and asked for extraordinarily valuable rouge paper and hundred-year-old ink, and came to Yanxu here to write this marriage letter......

"Marriage book."

Lu Jing pursed his lips and looked through the courtyard, but saw his and Qingyue's names written on the cover of the red marriage book.

It was indeed Mr. Guanqi's handwriting, warm as jade.

At this time, someone outside the palace suddenly gave a loud order.

"Mr. Guanqi in the study floor worked harder and more and died in Taixuan Palace."

"Emperor, according to his academic merits, give ...... The turtle is headed. ”

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