Mu Qing read all the letters, including those sent by Mu Wuxin, which were just a simple description, nothing was revealed, and the emotions revealed between the lines were more like greetings from old friends.

In fact, Mu Wuxin regarded Mu Qing as a master, but this cheap master was not easy to see.

Knowing that the Mu family had frequent accidents, Mu Qing immediately got up, but he didn't expect that he would miss it perfectly with the Savage King.

However, just as he was about to get up, Zi Donglai stopped him and said calmly: "The White Emperor has been born, are you sure?" ”

Mu Qing looked at him like this, without saying a word, his eyes were flat.

In the end, Mu Qing shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen him yet, when the time comes, won't it be clear?" ”

He left, alone, did not go to the bottom of the mountain to meet Wei Wu'an, nor did he go to find Lu Ya'er and them, and drove the lone boat to a distant place alone.

On the way back, all the letters were suspended in mid-air, and in the golden protective cover, every word was branded, emitting a hazy light, as if it had come to life.

They jumped on the paper, they were living elves, and strange images began to appear as Mu Qing's fingers swung.

All the words are constantly arranged and combined, and Mu Qing uses supreme means to retrace the situation of writing letters at that time through words.

"Sister Ling, long time no see....."

In the picture on the upper left, the gray-haired Mu Ling is sitting at the desk, and there are faint wrinkles crawling on her face, which are not deep.

The beauty is still there, and her lips and teeth outline a smile.

Beside her, there was also a man who was looking at her with affection, saying a couple of sentences from time to time to add color to the article.

On the other side, Mu Xiaoxiao was lying on the table, probably not knowing what to write, scratching her ears and cheeks and looking stupid, not at all as steady as an adult in her thirties.

What she is doing now, like the letter she wrote, is boring, but worth revisiting many times.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm late to come back."

Mu Qing smiled reluctantly, looked at the picture on the paper, and stretched out his hand to touch it, but it was only once, and he was instantly disillusioned.

She was sitting at her desk, and just as she was right, a girl came in the door, not looking very old.

This is a letter from ten years ago, and it is also the only one written by Mu Xiaoxiao.

The picture quickly disappeared, the letter was not finished in the end, she only said: "If Brother Qing'er comes back, I have to help my sister cultivate well......"

Later, she went to talk to the girl, and was sent by the maid early the next morning, and I am afraid that even she did not know it.

"Mu Qing, how much stronger are you than back then?"

In a word, say everything, just a few words.

This is Mu You's letter, which was sent with Mu Xiaosong, and even the day stamp is the same.

opened Mu Xiaosong's letter and looked at it over and over again, but he only tasted eight words: tasteless and old-fashioned.

I don't know if it's because of his age or other reasons, Mu Xiaosong will be the youngest next year, but what he said was what the old people said, such as: Everything is fine at home, don't worry; Brother Bai and Brother You are powerful, they just talk about life and death at every turn, and they don't know the taboos.....

Probably because he knew that Mu Qing would not reply, Mu Xiaosong regarded this place as a tree hole, what to say, it was a mess, and he even said that Aunt Liu next door would remarry.

In the picture, Mu Xiaosong is sitting in the octagonal pavilion in the center of the courtyard, and there is a child beside him, who seems to be his grandson, who is seven or eight points similar, and is also round.

"Uncle Mu Qing, when you saw this letter, I probably had already broken through......"

"Young master, Tsing Yi is dead, fighting for the country. Don't worry, he didn't lose face, I want to go too, but Miss Ling doesn't want to ....."

"Brother Mu Qing, seeing the words is like face, I know that I am not tolerated by the Mu family, and I have done my best all these years, I am sorry that I failed to protect the Mu family's relatives, Mu You and them ....."

"Qing, I'm sorry for your father's mother, please forgive me for my cowardice, when I go below, I have to make amends to my brothers and sisters first, I hope Brother Mu Lu will return home as soon as possible....."

Thousands of letters, hundreds of Mu family members, juniors, elders, familiar, and admiration after listening to the story, are innumerable.

They write down what they think in their hearts and reflect it in their letters, without reservation.

Mu Qing's heart was moved, his whole body was numb, like being struck by lightning, looking at every letter, he suddenly realized that he had already entered the world.

His sleeves waved, and all the letters gradually returned, stacked on top of each other, neatly arranged, stacked in more than a dozen piles, all one man high.

However, just as Mu Qing was about to leave the Daozhou realm, suddenly, he felt something, his face changed instantly, and he looked up in shock.

Rumble!

A snow-white divine thunder descended from the sky, with divine power, filled with the aura of destruction.

Fortunately, Mu Qing was fast enough to drive the lone boat away from safety, but when the divine thunder came, it directly split a mountain, and the ground was scorched black, igniting a fire.

Countless creatures fled in it, and large trees began to fall, shattered by the waves of air caused by the thunder, and the momentum was so great that it pushed across a radius of several miles.

At this time, the figure of the Heavenly Dao appeared in the sky, golden and bright, and he didn't see his facial features, but he could feel its gaze.

Mu Qing's face was ugly, and he felt powerless, this was a power from the heavens, which could not be fought against at all, with a monstrous law, it could wipe out all things.

"Is this stopping me from moving forward?" Gazing ahead, he cast his eye of the sky, and then saw a shocking picture.

On the ground of the big river under his feet, the air was filled with countless golden runes, which were connected into lines, densely packed, running through the heavens and the earth, looking up and seeing no end, and looking down and not knowing that he was tens of thousands of miles deep underground.

These rune lines are imperceptibly changing the pattern of heaven and earth.

He clearly sensed that as long as he stepped into the world of golden runes, he would cause irreparable disasters to himself.

That world has been completely shrouded by the general trend and controlled by the Heavenly Dao.

And at this moment, a voice fell from the top of his head, penetrating through the soul, like an ancient god speaking, with a sense of mystery: "You are extremely talented, I promise the last fifty years of heaven and earth, don't mistake yourself." ”

This is the direct communication between Tiandao and Mu Qing!

Shocked, he jerked his head up and said calmly, "I just want to go back and meet them." ”

"Yes, you have abandoned your cultivation and become a mortal, you can come and go freely in this world, and you don't have to soar in the future." Heavenly Dao spoke again.

Give up cultivation and become a mortal?

Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, this choice was a little cold-blooded, but it was also testing himself?

"It's really ruthless." He Kan Ze Heavenly Dao.

"Terrans, trapped in seven emotions and six desires, wearing the shackles of lust and greed, vainly trying to pursue freedom and manifest inner light? It's ridiculous. ”

Tiandao spoke ruthlessly and looked at Mu Qing calmly.

"Say it or not, this trick is really useful." Mu Qing scratched the back of his head and controlled the lone boat to retreat.

He looked at the Heavenly Dao, without saying a word, looked at the world opposite, and received the Heavenly Eye Vision.

In the end, Heavenly Dao left, and before leaving, he said: "The rivalry between you and the White Emperor may not be realized, and behind the gate of the human race, there is a disaster that you can't imagine. ”