It didn't take long for the entire Zhuang Zhou Secret Realm to shatter.

After all, there are two tribulation period powers, Xie Buhui and Xie Buyan, and it is really easy to destroy a secret realm after regaining consciousness.

Jiang Xingmeng and the others looked at the collapsed secret realm, and a somewhat embarrassed figure appeared in the middle - it was Jiang Yu, or rather, Jiang Yu's soul body.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes tightly, leaning against the tree, not knowing life and death, Jiang Xingmeng, Jiang Ci, and Yu Xiangjin did not dare to approach rashly, Xie Buyan and Xie Buyan stepped forward and investigated.

Xie Buhui sighed: "...... It's gone. ”

Jiang Xingmeng sneered: "I'm afraid it's Rong Zhao's hands and feet again." ”

Xie Buhui glanced at the sky and said meaningfully: "It's not him." ”

After a pause, he said: "What Jiang Yu did was to go against the sky, and the way of heaven could not tolerate him, and it really had nothing to do with Rong Zhao...... Right now, Rong Zhao is probably also injured a lot. ”

Jiang Xingmeng recalled the dream he had had, and then asked, "He is seriously injured?" Is it enough for Jiang Chao to break through his prohibition? ”

Xie Buhui is there: "It depends on whether Jiang Chao is willing to break through the ban." ”

Jiang Xingmeng was a little puzzled, but when he thought of Jiang Chao's character, he became a little uncertain - Jiang Chao didn't seem to be completely against Rong Zhao, but he wasn't very supportive.

Quite a little wavering, but I don't know what the root of his wavering is.

Jiang Xingmeng pondered for a moment, and said to Xie Buhui: "Master, can I have a way to say a few words to Si Ming Xianjun?" ”

Xie Buhui was not surprised that Jiang Xingmeng would ask for this, and bowed his head: "Naturally, you can." ”

The few people who stayed in Zhuang Zhoumi's territory were all divine consciousness and souls, and their bodies were properly placed in the Qingjing Courtyard by Yu Qingge and the others, and now they all woke up, which really scared Yu Qingge and the others.

Luo Shuanghan was surprised and delighted: "You have finally woken up!" What's going on? ”

Jiang Ci and Yu Xiangjin stayed behind and told Yu Qingge and the three of them what happened in the secret realm, and on the other side, Jiang Xingmeng and Xie Buhui entered the inner room of the Qingjing Courtyard together, preparing to contact Jiang Chao.

Xie Buhui drew a formation in the air, and then a huge crystal silver mirror spread out, and Jiang Chao's figure appeared in the silver mirror.

Jiang Xingmeng looked at Jiang Chao, who was sitting alone in front of the chess game, sighed slightly in his heart, and opened his mouth to call: "National teacher." ”

Jiang Chao tilted his head, his long silver-white hair hung down to the ground, and after his eyes touched Jiang Xingmeng, he smiled slightly: "...... Jiu Niang. ”

Jiang Xingmeng and Jiang Chao were speechless for a while, and Xie Buhui retreated lightly, not wanting to affect the conversation between the two.

After a while, Jiang Xingmeng said: "I saw you playing games and discussing things in my dreams three times and twice, did you do it?" ”

Jiang Chao nodded: "It's me." But...... I didn't expect you to be able to deduce the whole story from a short dream. ”

Jiang Xingmeng laughed: "I thought that the national teacher was the one who understood me. ”

As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently swept over the sachet that belonged to her hanging from Jiang Chao's waist, and her eyes moved slightly: "I don't quite understand...... Why did the national teacher help me? ”

Jiang Chao still sat in place, turning sideways to Jiang Xingmeng: "Because you taught me a lot of things...... For example, destiny is in me. ”

Jiang Xingmeng only thought about it for a moment, and then understood: "I remember, in the war of Rong Zhao's enlightenment, you didn't save people, I'm afraid it was because of [Belief in Destiny], right?" You say I've taught you that destiny is mine, but I don't remember what I told you. ”

Jiang Chao smiled faintly, barely able to catch his smile: "You can do this far, it is already the best illustration." ”

Jiang Xingmeng lowered his eyes slightly: "Then this game of chess, is Xianjun still playing?" ”

Jiang Chao glanced at the chess game calmly, and then laughed, as if flowers were growing in the snowy region, and the bright moon was blowing on his face, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.

He overturned the chess table with his hand and said to Jiang Xingmeng: "The destiny is yours, and it's time for this game of chess to end." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Zhao came from afar, still holding the cat in his arms, and his face was still smiling like a spring breeze.

Rong Zhao glanced at the chess pieces scattered all over the ground, and sighed softly: "Si Ming Immortal Monarch, ......"

Jiang Chao propped his head and glanced at Rong Zhao lazily: "Jiu Niang is also here, do you want to talk to her?" ”

Rong Zhao's breath stagnated, and his always gentle and serious expression was a little flustered.

Jiang Chao understood, then moved out of the way and pointed to the crystal silver mirror: "...... Well, she's there. ”

Jiang Xingmeng looked at Rong Zhao, the founding patriarch of the Qingming faction, this friend who had spent three or five spring and autumn in the mortal world with her.

His temperament is as noble as before, but the warmth in his eyes is no longer there, and it has become a little ancient.

Even if he smiled, there was something false about that smile.

Rong Zhao hugged the cat in his arms tightly, but turned his head a little embarrassed, not daring to look at Jiang Xingmeng: "Jiu Niang, long time no see." ”

Jiang Xingmeng laughed out loud: "Qingquezi, long time no see." ”

As soon as the name of the milk that only the old man would call out came out, the weight on Rong Zhao's face was gone.

Jiang Xingmeng continued: "...... The chess game is gone, what else does the green finch want to do, let's do it together. ”

Rong Zhao lowered his eyes, and his voice trembled a little: "Are you ...... Hate me? ”

Jiang Xingmeng thought about it seriously: "Don't hate." ”

After a pause, she said softly, "I just won't want to be friends with you anymore." Rong Zhao...... I don't hate you because you're not wrong. Thousands of years of loneliness, thousands of years of time, people will always change, you just changed, how can I blame you? ”

These words made Rong Zhao's liver and intestines broken.

He looked at Jiang Xingmeng, his eyes slightly red: "How can you not blame me?" ”

Seeing that Rong Zhao seemed to want to cry, Jiang Xingmeng laughed: "Why are you still the same as the young man?" Qingming is immortal, and there is no regret about the child......"

Rong Zhao closed his eyes: "Yes, there are no regrets...... No regrets......"

Jiang Xing dreamed that the chess game had been broken, so he didn't have the heart to continue chatting with the two of them, but now that he saw Rong Zhao looking lost his soul, he felt a little melancholy, and he didn't want to say more at the moment: "...... So be it. When my relatives and friends and I soar and meet again, I hope that at that time, you and I can make tea and drink together in the wind and snow. ”

……

When Jiang Xingmeng walked out of the Qingjing Courtyard, he looked up at the blue and clear sky.

All...... It's over.

"Mianmian, your third senior brother and Qiu Qianxue are talking bad about us again." Jiang Ci walked from the side, his face was not good, "Spread rumors that the two of us are stirring up trouble in the secret realm of Zhuang Zhou, and we will do whatever it takes to ...... throne."

Jiang Xingmeng suddenly frowned: "What are they doing?" It's impossible to spread rumors for no reason! ”

Luo Shuanghan brushed the information on the spiritual platform on the side, and gave a thumbs up to a news titled "Luo Zhishan's lecture field exploded, whether it is the temptation of beauty or the depth of knowledge", and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi and Qin Yinyue are planning to develop that recently...... What...... Film and television industry? wanted to collect a little more materials, and the third junior brother and senior brother Qiu were also forced. ”

Jiang Xingmeng: "......"

God film and television industry!

Jiang Ci looked embarrassed, and just wanted to say something, he saw An Jingzhi over there holding a sword, chasing the original Yu Xiangjin to fight, Yu Qingge stood aside, while swallowing melon seeds, and commented to the medical student Yu Xiangjin beside him: "Niu Pi, it's too bullish." ”

Xie Buhui...... Xie Buyan is even more absolute, he is like a big leader of patrol work, for a while he will guide Qin Yinyue and Xie Buyan's work, for a while he will add oil and vinegar to the story that Nan Zhixiang and Qiu Qianxue have racked their brains to make up, and for a while he will guide An Jingzhi how to fight jade to make it more painful to the future.

In the end, he walked towards Jiang Ci and Jiang Xingmeng with satisfaction.

Jiang Xingmeng, Jiang Ci: "......"

Jiang Ci held his forehead, looked at the somewhat messy scene, and glanced at Jiang Xingmeng, who was also a little speechless.

After a moment, the brother and sister burst out laughing in unison.

Jiang Xingmeng broke off a begonia flower from a tree on the side, and looked at Jiang Ci with a smile: "It's good now, right?" ”

Jiang Ci broke off the willow branch from the willow tree beside him, pinched it in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's really good...... If Mianmian doesn't want to talk to me, that's even better. ”

Jiang Xingmeng held a sword flower in his hand with a begonia flower branch, sassy and neat, and said, "Brother Huang, it's not like I'm talking to you...... You're hiding so much from me, it's time to teach me a lesson. ”

Jiang Ci's face froze.

Jiang Xingmeng picked up the willow branch in Jiang Ci's hand, and then sneered, and the begonia branch hit Jiang Ci fiercely.

"Let's live together! It's all about it! You don't listen, you don't listen, you deliberately anger me, right? Besides, how dare you say anything like that for me to kill you—"

"Don't dare, don't dare...... Oops, sleep you tap! ”

"Tap? Tap how do you remember for a long time? Today, I will teach you a good lesson for my dead father and queen mother! ”

"I really knew it was wrong...... Ah, you hit me in the face......"

The begonia branches in Jiang Xingmeng's hand had already had petals flying everywhere, and Xie Buhui, who was not far away, looked at this scene, turned his head and went to Qin Yinyue and Xie Buyan again: "There is also an inspiration, which is about Xiaomeng and Jiang Ci's ......"

He babbled, Qin Yinyue bit the tip of the pen and slowly wrote on the paper: "Jiang Xingmeng stood in the long line, tiptoed and glanced at the crowded crowd in front of him, and frowned. She always felt like she had forgotten something, and it must be important......"

After a pause, he turned to the title page again and solemnly wrote the poem that has been widely circulated in the 21st century:

White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

Closing the page of the book, it was written on the cover: "I put the scroll of persuasion by myself, and the little sister of the sand sculpture rectifies the world of cultivating immortals".

When Nan Zhixiang saw this name, he was a little speechless: "Will anyone really want to see it?" ”

Qin Yinyue's old god is here: "You just say whether it is suitable or not." ”

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