Foggy clouds and mountains in the north.

Surrounded by spiritual energy, it is an excellent place to cultivate.

Qingge remembered that in her previous life, a monk came here and cultivated with the help of her abnormal movement when she turned into a human form, and it was at that time that she met Youhuaijun.

This mountain is remote and little known.

The aura in the mountains is strong, and there are a lot of spiritual flowers and plants.

Silence led her and walked up the hill without hurrying.

Since leaving the tide career, he has not spoken much.

Qingge knew that he was fighting his mind.

Despite this, he still slowed down his steps, afraid that her body, which was already a mortal child, would not be able to bear it.

She wanted to ask him why he didn't go against the wind all this way, but she opened her mouth and never asked.

Silence walked slowly, dragging on and on, coveting the last time with her.

In fact, the last time he returned to Jiuzhong, he didn't just send the stone to Ha Zheng

He took the deceased umbrella and asked Ying Yuan, asked the gods on the ninefold, and read many books.

All the answers told him that Youhuaijun was born and will die at the behest of his fate.

Every god who is born in response to the fate will eventually return to chaos in a catastrophe.

He didn't know how to tell her, he couldn't imagine what it would be like when she knew the truth.

Let her clearly understand that the expectations that have been kept for so many years are in vain in the end?

Or let her, after all the hardships and setbacks, tell her that the obsession she is looking for no longer exists!

Or let her clearly understand that Youhuaijun's death was caused by her, so that she lived the rest of her life in remorse?

He had been thinking of a way, a way to bring Youhuaijun back to life.

In the silence, the silence led her to the top of the Fog Cloud Mountain.

He held her shoulders, his expression was a little solemn, which made Qingge feel a little bad blessing in his heart

"Silence, is there something wrong with the resurrection of Youhuaijun?"

"Hmm!"

Hearing his response, Qingge immediately became nervous and grabbed his sleeve.

"What's the problem?"

Silent chuckled lightly and said, "Fool, what's the problem with His Highness here!, however, with the resurrection of the Youhuai Monarch Society, I may be away for a while." ”

Hearing that he was leaving, Qingge's eyes suddenly had a look of doubt.

"What does it mean to leave?"

Silence let go of the hands that were gripping his shoulders and reached out his fingers to scratch her nose.

"What are you nervous about! When I returned to Jiuzhong to send the Divine Stone, Jun promised to give me the Jiuqu Chess, but he and I have been too stubborn for so many years, and after the resurrection of Youhuaijun, he will lock me up for three confinements and let me take away my temperament. ”

After hearing this, Qingge suddenly felt incredulous, and asked, "Are yours real?

Silent pinched her nose and shook it, and said with fake anger: "How can you not believe me? When did I lie to you, you hurt my heart too much!"

Qingge thought that he was really angry, so he immediately said urgently: "I believe, I believe!"

But when you think about it, Silence really didn't seem to have deceived her.

"It's pretty much the same! You're tired along the way, go to the side for a rest, and leave the matter of resurrecting Youhuaijun to me. ”

She seemed to be a little reluctant, but if she didn't rest, if she felt unwell on the way to resurrect Youhuaijun, she would not be able to take care of her.

Therefore, she listened to the silence and found a clean stone on the mountain and rested there for a while.

Seeing that her eyes were slightly closed, the invisible spiritual light of her fingertips flicked and hit her body.

He walked up to her and stroked the strands of hair on her forehead, his eyes full of reluctance.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. I promise, this is the first and last time.

The aura gathered by the artifact could not bring Youhuaijun back to life, and he had already died. However, I think that maybe by refining my primordial spirit and injecting it into his remnant soul, he may be able to be reborn.

It's just that from now on, I will not be by your side, you must take good care of yourself. No matter how many lifetimes it takes, I will find you again!"

He leaned over, imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and sat cross-legged in the clearing.

The aura between the palms surged, and ten artifacts came out, shaking the mountains in an instant.

The black Death Umbrella was placed in the middle, and the earth spirit energy condensed by other artifacts was continuously instilled into the umbrella body, and the silence then turned into a ray of spiritual light and drilled into the Zheng of the Death Umbrella

After a while, when the aura no longer moved, a flash of inspiration appeared, and a man in a plain white robe stood on the top of the mountain.

The man's eyes are like stars, and his face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The eyelashes are extremely long, lining the skin like coagulation, and the lips are like peach petals.

The cold and unarrogant atmosphere added a touch of mystery to him.

With a flick of the man's long sleeves, he put away all the artifacts floating in the air, and walked towards the emund leaning against the stone.

He bent down on his knees, his slender fingers running across her fairy face, his eyes filled with pity. Then he picked her up and walked into the mountains.

Empresse had a dream that she had returned to her hipster career. They told her that Youhuaijun had returned.

She happily ran towards the Forgotten Dust Palace, and when she ran into the palace door, she bumped into Senior Brother Cheng Ze who came out of the hall.

"Senior brother, is Master back?"

The senior brother, who had always been gentle as the wind, chuckled at her: "Well, yes, let's go in quickly!"

She couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and went to the hall past Shi Chengze.

After the familiar cases, sat the man she was familiar with.

"Master!"

Hearing this, Youhuaijun put down the scroll in his hand, and his peach-like face was filled with a warm smile.

"Qingge, come here. How's the spell you're practicing today? Are you naughty or lazy?"

"Of course not, I'm good at spells, don't believe me!"

She raised her hand and showed her spell to Youhuaijun, just caught by the silence that stepped into the temple door.

"Silence, did you let you out?"

Shen Silent took away the spiritual light that he had just received, and said, "Qingge, I'm here to bid you farewell!"

Qingge grabbed his arm with both hands and asked, "Where are you going, I'll go with you!"

Silence brushed her hand down from under her arm, and her eyes, which were originally tender like water, were now full of coldness.

"No need! I'm going back to the Ninth to marry the Wind God. ”

Qingge shook his head and slowly retreated.

"No, you lied to me! You wanted to be with me forever!"

"I'm sorry!"

The silence left her a 'sorry', and disappeared into the Forgotten Dust Palace

"Silence, silence...... You don't want to go!"

......

"Silence!"

Qingge woke up suddenly, and breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that it was a dream.

Looking around where she was, she realized that it was a wooden house.

She anxiously put on her shoes and walked out, and when she opened the door, she saw the white figure standing in the mountains.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth in surprise, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

When the figure heard the door open, he turned to look at her, a smile she hadn't seen in years.

He called out to her softly, "Empress!"

The tears in Qingge's eyes finally couldn't be held back, and he rushed over and wrapped his waist around him, burying his head in his chest. Whispered, "Master!"

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