Countless fireworks bloomed, this is the beauty of vanishing, endless memories circulated in Jiang Qing's eyes, reappearing in front of Jiang Qing's eyes, and seeing through this sky-filled brilliance.

Jiang Qing saw him again after coming to the Great Wilderness, in the year of living in Fuluo Village, familiar figures emerged, busy in the village that Jiang Qing was extremely familiar with.

Wisps of cooking smoke, green smoke rising, stone houses are arranged, and an endless array of towering ancient trees surround this village, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated, like a dreamy fairyland, not contaminated with the slightest dark disturbance of the cultivator's world.

The figures were busy, carrying arrows and arrows, about to leave the village to hunt beasts, busy with the ingredients, cooking food in front of the fire, a few small figures running and playing, and the sound of silver bells and children's voices, laughing incomparably...

Scenes throughout the year continue to emerge and be screened in front of Jiang Qing's eyes. This is the only place where he has a sense of belonging, the only place he is attached to. This is the village of Fuluo that he is familiar with...

He saw Shi Lao teach him the long history of the Great Wilderness, read the books of Shi Lao, and understood everything about this Great Wilderness. And Shi Lao, Jiang Qing knew at the moment that he was just a monk with a five-pole cultivation.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of those giants, a monk like Shi Lao, who has spent his entire life only cultivating at the Five Extremes, is not even as good as an ant. But in Jiang Qing's view, this is a great cultivator, it is Shi Lao who taught him everything in his own wilderness, and it is Shi Lao who led him to embark on the path of cultivation and become a cultivator!

He saw Xu Po, in front of the familiar stone house, cooking food, and the steaming meal was served on the stone table. This is Xu Po, who has a life-saving grace for him. If there was no Xu Po, there would be no Jiang Qing now.

In the endless ancient forest, it was Xu Po who rescued and brought her back. If it weren't for Xu Po, Jiang Qing might have been reduced to the blood food of evil beasts and died in the endless ancient forest. And during that year, it was Xu Po who was taking care of herself, and Jiang Qing knew that it was the emotion of treating herself as a relative!

Xu Po's kindness, Jiang Qing can't repay it! This is true love, this is reconstruction, this is life!

He saw Xiao Xiaoxiao, the little girl who called him big brother all day long, this was a young life. She is Xu Po's granddaughter and Jiang Qing's sister, although she is not related by blood, she is not inferior to blood relatives!

Xiao Xiaoxiao is always that happy look, this is the child's innocence, she doesn't have much pursuit, her only hope is to live with Xu Po and Jiang Qing. She was just a fifteen or six-year-old child. Jiang Qing still remembers the laughter of his smiling face. That innocent and lovely smile...

Now, Jiang Qing knows that this is a memory, this is a good memory of Jiang Qing. But it can only live in the past and in the memory, and now all this is gone. Like this fireworks in the sky, it existed for a short time and then disappeared.

Two clear tears flowed, Jiang Qing looked at the fireworks in the sky, tears fell, Jiang Qing's eyes were filled with sadness, and his body revealed a little sadness. This is the softness in Jiang Qing's heart, and it is also Jiang Qing's sadness.

A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a luxurious gauze stood beside Jiang Qing, who was the most beautiful woman Jiang Qing had met in the imperial capital before. At this moment, this beautiful woman looked at Jiang Qing, although there was still an eternal iceberg in her eyes, but in this coldness, there seemed to be doubts, and there seemed to be complexity.

She looked at Jiang Qing's slightly sad body, on an ordinary face, tears slipped down, and a pair of eyes revealed endless sadness.

The beautiful woman has heard of Jiang Qing's deeds, whether it is the battle of the Medicine Pavilion of Qihai City or the battle of the Li family of Qiyun County, they are all extremely powerful, and they explode their heads with one punch, which is extremely bloodthirsty and cruel. In her opinion, Jiang Qing must be a bloodthirsty and murderous person. Such a person, even if he is a saint?

When the undefeated king, her father, told her to approach and befriend Jiang Qing even if she didn't like Jiang Qing, she was very reluctant. But she also knew how much benefit it would bring to his Undefeated Dynasty by befriending a Saint Talent, and for the sake of the Undefeated Dynasty, she also had to get close to Jiang Qing.

Her temperament has always been cold, but anyone who is familiar with her knows that she is just cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Although it looks cold, it is the opposite in my heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in that leyline, and he would have tested Jiang Qing and brought Jiang Qing out.

At this moment, the beautiful woman stared at Jiang Qing, looked at the tears on Jiang Qing's face, and looked at the endless sadness in Jiang Qing's eyes. She knew that the young man in front of her was a man with a story, and his bloodthirstiness must have a reason. Behind this desolate figure, there must be an unknown past.

Suddenly, Jiang Qing's hands slowly rose, and the red gold divine light bloomed back to the origin of his heart. The beautiful woman didn't know what Jiang Qing was going to do, but she knew that Jiang Qing would never do anything to kill, and in this look, she didn't feel the slightest killing intent, but there was a faint sadness and remembrance.

The red gold god rose and slowly diffused into the night sky, enveloping the fireworks in the sky, and the red gold god was integrated into it, and the fireworks in the sky were inextinguishable and difficult to disappear. This is Jiang Qing's red gold divine power, circulating the "Xuanjing", keeping the brilliance of the sky inextinguishable.

The bright colors of the sky were permeated, Jiang Qing's eyes were closed, and familiar scenes appeared in front of Jiang Qing's eyes, and familiar figures passed in front of Jiang Qing's eyes.

The fireworks that are not extinguished in the sky condensed, turning into a glorious fireworks map, the painting is a small village, stone houses are located, and the figure of the Taoist is busy in it, lifelike, a warm and harmonious. This is Jiang Qing's Fuluo, he gathered with inextinguishable fireworks and condensed into a picture of fireworks Fuluo, shining on this night sky.

The unquenchable fireworks dispersed, the picture disappeared, and then the fireworks condensed and undulated by the gods converged into a picture again, still that village, still that villager. All kinds of fireworks continue to disperse and condense, and one by one the pictures disappear and converge.

This is Jiang Qing's memory, he surfaced his memories in fireworks, gathered them into fireworks pictures, and constantly displayed, this is every scene he is helping to fall.

The Fuluo fireworks disappeared, and Jiang Qing's extremely familiar figures condensed, and one by one, the people of Fuluo Village that Jiang Qing was familiar with, one after another, appeared in the night sky.

An old figure condensed, his face was extremely kind, showing a kind smile, white hair was pale, but his body was not rickety, he was as tall as a pine, and his eyes looked at Jiang Qing. This is Shi Lao, the Shi Lao who led him on the path of cultivation, the village chief of Fuluo Village! The only cultivator in Fuluo Village, Shi Lao who was injured for his own map.

The figure dispersed, and another figure condensed, this is also an old man, this is an old woman, her face is engraved with the vicissitudes of time, and her eyes are also a little cloudy. This is the Xu Po in Jiang Qing's memory, the Xu Po who saved her life, and the Xu Po who took care of herself for a year.

Disperse... The last figure condensed, this figure was much smaller, it was a little girl, like a porcelain doll, innocent and cute, and endearing. In those immature faces and young eyes, they were full of happiness and curiosity about the world of this world. There seemed to be that childish laughter, coming from the condensed figure of this bright fireworks.

This is, little smile... The little girl who called her big brother all day long, how could Jiang Qing forget?

These are Jiang Qing's memories, how can Jiang Qing forget? He can't forget! He can't forget! Tears flowed, and this figure hidden in Jiang Qing's memories appeared in the endless night sky with this brilliant fireworks.

Jiang Qing showed a hint of a smile, but tears were still flowing from the corners of his eyes. Jiang Qing saw these pictures again, and there was a joy in his heart, but more of a sadness.

In the Undefeated King City, the thousands of cultivators and hundreds of people were fascinated by this brilliant fireworks, and they saw the pictures and figures, although they didn't know it, but in this picture, the figures of the Dao, they felt endless sadness.

The sadness in this dazzling fireworks filled the hearts of thousands of people, it was originally a lively imperial capital, but at the moment it was silent, except for the sound of rising fireworks. Endless sorrow permeates the imperial capital and infects countless people.

In the end, the inextinguishable fireworks were fixed on a young figure, and this childish figure diffused endless sadness, which was heavier than the previous figure.

The beautiful woman looked at the childish figure in the night sky, and she could feel the endless sadness on it. The sadness of the man in front of her also infected her, and a faint sadness permeated her heart.

She looked at the figure, walked over slowly, and spoke softly, in the eyes and words, the coldness seemed to be much less, "You are a man with a story. ”

The childish figure with a small smile disappeared, the sparkle of fireworks dispersed, the red gold divine power dissipated, and the inextinguishable fireworks also disappeared. Jiang Qing put down his hands, traced back to his origin, and no longer bloomed with red gold. Jiang Qing slowly opened his eyes, and the endless sadness disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Jiang Qing's black eyes without any emotional fluctuations were only an endless black. There were still teardrops on that face, and if there were no teardrops, it would be hard to believe that this bloodthirsty saint figure had just diffused that piece of endless sorrow!

Although the beautiful woman had no expression, her words and eyes had already turned cold, and she looked at Jiang Qing and asked, "You, what's your name?"

"Me?" Jiang Qing looked at the endless night sky, then withdrew his gaze, looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, smiled lightly, and said lightly: "Jiang Qing." ”

"Jiang Qing..."The beautiful woman said softly, then looked at Jiang Qing and said, "My surname is Ji, and my name is Ji Lianshuang." ”

"You are the daughter of the undefeated lord, the princess of this undefeated dynasty. Jiang Qing said with a smile.

"Yes. Ji Lianshuang nodded.

"Thank you for accompanying me tonight, this imperial capital fireworks are very beautiful. Jiang Qing's eyes looked at the fireworks in the sky again.

Ji Lianshuang looked at the man in front of her, and unconsciously showed a smile that even she didn't realize, the eternal ice suddenly melted at this moment, only a fairy-like woman smiled faintly...