Morax went out for a break, but really settled down, and went back to continue his official business, of course, the official duties that had been assigned before were not returned.

The incense burner in the house rises, and the distant and tranquil agarwood slowly melts into the air, leaving a touch of peace on the hem of the dark clothes.

"Emperor, last year, the neighbors of the Quartet sent gift books, and returned to worship this spring, this is the list of envoys from all over the country, of which the upper four places are friendly, and the remaining six places have their own actions." Liuyun was clear, with a clean expression, holding a roll of bamboo slips, holding a knife and pen to circle the name on it.

Chiyun on the side is also quietly doing his own thing, they are all single-minded when working, especially in front of Morax, especially serious, in private, Liuyun often asks Morax for academic law, and his respect for him is increasing day by day, but also closer.

Morax's fingertips brushed over the list above, and the first one on the list read: Dust God Tribe.

He remembered that the good spring had exercised the Dust God tribe.

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Surrounded by clusters of leaves, the little children slept quietly, dreamless and sleepy.

I don't know how long it took, the regular wind swept the branches and leaves of memory, and the sleeping man opened his eyes, raised his hand to lift the layers of thin branches, revealing his immature face, and a fallen leaf fell in front of him, covering the pure eyes for a moment, and when he fell again, he was already a childish teenager.

The fallen leaves gently fall to the transparent ground, and the blank space like a river slowly encompasses it, and the streamer of memories returns again along the lines of the trunk of the tree, becoming a new leaf.

The young man looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his hair was like a bright moon, the glow of gilded jade, his eyebrows were picturesque, and the broken shadows in the light-colored pupils flowed under the blurred halo, and the brilliance was precipitated, containing a touch of warmth, and looking forward to the brilliance.

A wide-sleeved white robe, with gold embroidery on the hem and collar, and a black jade white feather belt, it is extremely luxurious and majestic. Covered with a layer of moonlight woven tulle, it is like flowing clouds and mist between the flights.

Qing Sui looked at himself, and for the first time he deeply felt the power of the gods. It turns out that the clothes on their bodies change according to their minds, but they are spun by divine power according to their minds, just like their bodies are a part of themselves. It will also change according to the level of the godhead, the strength of the divine power, and one's own fantasy ability.

The reason why his clothes were always ordinary white robes before was also because of the rupture of his soul, and his imagination of the god costume came from the ancient Hanfu, so the complete form became like this.

is very fairy, and the young man can be sure that if he wears this body in the ancient times of the original world, he can mix high and low as a national teacher.

He stood up and looked at where he was, only remembering that he had a splitting headache, and then it was as if he had fallen into an abyss, and he woke up again.

His soul was completely restored, his powers of light and purification were fully opened to him, and his control over his abilities was even higher, and Morax's teaching plan was several stages ahead of schedule when he returned.

The eye is endlessly staggered trunks and stretched branches and leaves, white jade is the stem, multicolored leaves, streamers, roots into the galaxy, crowns and high heavens, and regular runes continue to flow.

Everything is dreamy and beautiful like a fairyland, and the young man's eyes flashed with amazement, and he unconsciously sighed.

Not far in front of him, the breeze slowly passed, blowing a cluster of bright leaves, the texture was warm, and the undulations were vivid, making people want to touch it.

The young man continued to sigh, but he didn't take a step forward, but stepped on the transparent river with his hands and circled around a branch, praised it, racked his brains and memorized a few verses of the necessary texts for high school, but he didn't touch a minute.

He continued to sway leisurely, as if he didn't have the slightest intention of going out in a hurry, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

When he turned around for the sixteenth turn, his eyes suddenly changed, it was still the trunk of the tree, but a wound suddenly appeared on it, this trunk was pierced by a black and red chain, and the black and red energy continued to flow out, filled with the breath of heavenly principles.

From time to time, fragments of the law were swallowed and absorbed by the black-red chains along the wound.

Thinking of what happened later in the game, the young man's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to reveal a four-light lantern, and the gentle but unobstructed purifying light spread.

Judging by this body, the principles of heaven are filthy, and they are removed.

The black and red chains trembled wildly, and the young man looked a little flustered, he didn't learn how to dodge the whip, so he didn't do anything, picked up the lamp in his hand and smashed it, pinched the trick with his fingertips, the lamp burst open instantly, and the boundless purification power turned into a gorgeous platinum cage to imprison and erase the breath of Tianli.

After doing all this, Qing Sui thought about it, rummaged through his body, and found that the rock marks left by Morax had dissipated, and immediately frowned, and he thought about it for a long time, and suddenly patted his head.

"Damn! Silly! ”

Apparently realizing that he had forgotten something, he reached out and untied the rock crown on his head, and the divine power poured in, and the golden light appeared, like a small sun rising in front of his eyes, and then turned into thousands of streamers and merged into the World Tree, and the broken laws reunited to operate according to the rhythm of the mysteries.

At this time, on the continent of Teyvat, which he could not see, the loopholes revealed by the destruction of the law were quietly healed, and thousands of light years away, a cloud of sludge was still devouring the garbage floating around, looking for a world where there was an opportunity.

High in the sky, the maintainer of the Heavenly Principle, who had just finished building the prototype of Sky Island, suddenly turned pale, and before he could get angry, he had been swept into the boundary river, and the backlash of the law swept in, and the maintainer of the law who tried to use himself as the maintainer of the law to eat the consequences of his own evil will probably not have the time to monitor the development underneath for a while.

He grabbed the chains that pierced his body, his expression frozen, it didn't matter, the war was a foregone conclusion...... Even if the law is repaired, the god still needs war, God and man are the same, there will be war if there are feelings and interests.

He hasn't lost yet!

As long as the Seven Consuls are elected, the Isle of Sky controls the source of faith, and the Seven Gods gain the Heart of God, he can regain control of the law through the faith of the gods!

This...... Morax by all means!

That guy relied on the law of self-compensation to act so recklessly, he just did the same thing, but he was counterattacked, the law of this world is really unfair!

Tianli sank into the boundary river, golden blood slowly flowed down, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

Sustainer...... If you can do better, why just be the sustainer? He helped the primordial war to win, helped the World Tree grow, and maintained the stability of the incomplete laws, everything in this world depends on Him for survival, Morax is just an outsider, why is it his turn to make up for the laws?

–

The young man sighed, and sure enough, Morax didn't do meaningless things.

Go back and let him pay for a hair crown.

Completely forgetting that this was also a young man sent by Morax, he made his own decision.

So did Morax and Tianli fight or not?

Ah, he seems to be missing Morax a little.

Thinking so, the young man closed his eyes and opened them again, and his feet were already on the real land.

In front of it is a mountain cliff, clouds and mist, birds around the mountain, sinking rocks and green pines, the spring breeze is warm and cold, bringing a cold and full of vitality atmosphere, making people feel refreshed and happy.

He opened his hand to feel the cool wind, and the whole person seemed to come to life, and he couldn't help laughing, turning his head happily, and his eyes unconsciously crossed a trace of amazement and stunned.

Behind him was a towering tree, covered with entwined red threads and strips of red cloth, with rustic wishes written in various handwritings, and the leaves were interspersed with fruitful fruits and shimmered with a sparkling sheen.

The tree was so tall and canopy like a cloud that it would not have been considered a fruit tree if it weren't for the sunset fruit hanging on it.

I don't know why, the young man had an inexplicable feeling, he stepped forward, reached out and touched a red thread, and in an instant the spiritual platform was clear, countless wishes poured into his heart, and the power of pious faith poured into his body, and the white robe flew between them, like a thin cloud coated with glow.

"I hope my youngest daughter's illness will get better soon"

"This business must be successful."

"I hope that the eldest brother can make war exploits and bring back food"

"May the two gods live in peace, the tribe will get better and better, and never live the old days again"

"Pray that everything will be well in the retreat of the young king"

"I hope I can see him for the last time"

"Hope ......"

In an instant, countless wishes and emotions were clearly perceived by him, antimidation, sadness, apprehension, and joy...... If it weren't for the fact that his soul is intact now, I'm afraid he would have to sleep again.

Qing Sui rubbed the corners of his forehead, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, this was originally a shrine for him, no wonder he came here directly.

He stood in front of the tree, his fingertips caressing thousands of wishes, he could not fulfill them one by one, but these were their admiration and trust in him, and he did not want to live up to this trust.

He circled around the trunk of the tree, the red line falling between his long white gold hair, brushing his brows and shoulders.

As soon as the wind blows, countless wishes are welcoming his return.

His gaze swept over a rock next to him, and he was suddenly stunned, stepped forward, and saw a line of words engraved on the back of the rock: "The first guardian of the shrine returns by the soul of the second music."

Multiply two?

The young man still remembers this name, and in his memory he was still a child who would blush and be nervous when he talked to him, although he was also nervous at the time, but he had good acting skills, and the other party definitely didn't know that he was afraid of society.

"He remembers that you told him that snakes are edible, and that he has studied snake soup for you all his life, and I will take you to taste it when I have time."

The young man, who was at a loss, turned around and saw the familiar dark figure standing under the tree, looking at him with a gentle and bright gaze as always.

Looking at each other, Morax's smile was sincere: "I haven't seen the world for two hundred years, welcome home, Ah Sui." ”

The young man stood up and threw himself into his arms, and dropped a few golden beans without interest.

Long time no see, a little missed, only a little.

He grabbed Morax's sleeve to wipe his tears, and he didn't know why he was very aggrieved: "I'm waiting for him to do it for me personally, it's a bad boy to be untrustworthy." ”

Morax gently hugged the somewhat strange and extremely familiar young man, and touched his head as before: "He has done it himself many times, I have tasted it for you, it is better to forgive him." ”

The young man looked up at the red thread of the old and the new on the tree, and felt that he had grown up, not the previous three-headed body, but a little more mature, so he grabbed the sleeves of the people around him with red eyes: "Then I forgive him." ”

Thank you, Erle child, you are a good child.

Well, he now kind of understands why in the memory of the World Tree, he would be the same Fuming Shaojun.