The black clouds began to disperse, everything was the same, and the orange sunset afterglow was reflected in Jiang Wanqing's shallow eyes, which had been separated from meditation.

The sky is still the same sky, the earth is still the same earth, everything seems to be the same as before, but she knows that everything has quietly changed, and everything feels clearer and clearer to her compared to before.

The state of mind is the peace and tranquility that has never been felt before, as if nothing in the world can disturb her and cause her a trace of trouble, this is the realm of emptiness after comprehending the path of the self.

The self-avenue is the icing on the cake in everyone's life, and it is not indispensable, just because it depends on one's own understanding to comprehend the avenue, and it is indispensable to combine the natural laws of time, place and people.

But any comprehension, whether it is the state of mind, ability, and rhyme, will make a qualitative leap, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as soaring into the sky.

It's just that like Jiang Wanqing, the impact of the spiritual root being dug up at the beginning on Qi Yun is fatal, and this comprehension avenue can be regarded as filling that huge loophole.

Jiang Wanqing, who has comprehended the avenue of "flowers", has a few more mysterious exercises in her heart that do not know the level, except for the "cherry blossom language", the rest must be at least in the foundation building period before they can be cultivated.

Before Jiang Wanqing could carefully understand the exercises, with the sound of the dormitory door, her sharp and indignant voice with hidden anger had already locked her evil sound.

"Jiang Wanqing, you dare to burn my futon?"

Shangguan Yao's resentful eyes were mixed with a hint of disbelief, I didn't understand that she was a concubine who was obviously not favored, and her inner sister didn't care about her, how dare she?

"Say I burned it? What evidence is there? Staring at her annoyed and contemptuous appearance, Jiang Wanqing tilted her head innocently, as if she didn't know what was going on.

"Are you stupid to me? Miss Ben's futon, who else can you do it? ”

"But why should I do it?"

"Revenge, of course!"

was asked by her pretending to be, Shangguan Yaozui quickly and indirectly admitted that Jiang Wanqing's futon was thrown by her, and when she realized it, she couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

"You're me? Miss Ben can't spare you! Saying that, Shangguan Yaoqi's face turned blue, and he was about to release the exercises, but he was stopped by Wen Qian on the side.

"You're only allowed to throw my stuff and not allow me to fight back? Whose logic is this? Jiang Wanqing smiled coldly, and a touch of sarcasm flashed in her shallow eyes, "What if I just burn your things?" ”

Having said that, Jiang Wanqing didn't have the slightest emotion in her heart, and it wasn't her fault, she wasn't afraid that things would make a big fuss.

"You...... Don't stop me. Shangguan Yao said as he broke free from Wen Qian's pull, and the scorching heat derived from the fire element was already floating in the air.

"Ah, Sister Qing's dormitory is so lively, am I here at the wrong time?"

Jiang Wanying, who appeared by the door at some point, stared at the tense scene in the dormitory with great interest, and swept Shangguan Yao with a smile and a pale face to receive the spell, and at the same time disdained and despised the waste, she had a plan in her heart.

"My sister isn't something anyone can bully, is she?" There seemed to be a hint of coldness in her delicate words, Jiang Wanying didn't look at Shangguan Yao, and secretly released the spell while going straight to Jiang Wanqing's bedside.

"What? Is it welcome for Sister Qing to do this? ”