Chapter 1467 [The Most Unbearable Qing Yue Mingzhong]

1467

After standing silently for a long time, Lin Ruoxi gently wiped away the tears on her face, and broke her legs away from Ning Guangyao's arms.

Ning Guangyao wasted no time, put his hands on the ground, raised his head in a sense of loss, and looked at the woman.

"Divorce is a matter between me and Yang Chen, Prime Minister Ning, if you really want me to live a good life, then don't meddle in all of this, because I am afraid that one day in the future, I will find that everything you said today is wrong. is fake……

In that case, maybe I will never say a word in front of you again," Lin Ruoxi said quietly.

"Ruoxi, you..."

"Okay." Lin Ruoxi interrupted what Ning Guangyao was about to say, "I don't want to say anything, and I don't want to listen to anything, so let's end tonight's conversation quietly, and I'm leaving."

Lin Ruoxi brushed past Ning Guangyao, and when she came to the door, she paused and said in a low voice, "You drink too much, go to rest early."

After finishing speaking, Lin Ruoxi opened the door of the box and walked out.

When the guards, bodyguards and waiters outside saw Lin Ruoxi coming out, they all wanted to ask if they needed anything.

They are all close friends of the Ning family, and they know that Lin Ruoxi is actually the eldest lady of the Ning family. With the current situation, as Ning Guangyao blatantly draws closer to Lin Ruoxi, it is very likely that Lin Ruoxi will take over the Ning family in the future.

Naturally, these people were extremely respectful to Lin Ruoxi.

But the beautiful frost covering Lin Ruoxi's face made them flinch, and when they came to her, they silently gave way.

Until Lin Ruoxi walked out of the Bailuyuan clubhouse, many people wondered, did the eldest lady want to go back to the other courtyard in the western suburbs?

But when they ran out, they found that Lin Ruoxi had long since disappeared, as if she had disappeared into the night for no reason...

In the box, Ning Guangyao sat on the ground, and waited until the assistant opened the door to come in, without getting up, and lowered his head thoughtfully.

Seeing the Patriarch sitting on the ground as a trusted assistant, he was startled, and hurried over, trying to help Ning Guangyao.

"Prime Minister, what's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

Ning Guangyao waved his hand, indicating that it's okay, "Okay, don't you know my drinking capacity?"

As he spoke, Ning Guangyao stood up slowly, although his face was still red with wine, his eyes were very clear.

"Ruoxi left?"

"Yes," the assistant replied with a sigh of relief, "Miss walked out of the clubhouse by herself. We didn't follow her, so she disappeared."

"Well...it seems to be true, she has been trained by Yang Chen to have a good ability", Ning Guangyao laughed a few times.

The assistant hesitated and said: "Prime Minister, since Miss has agreed to come over, Ying still wants to get closer to you. She may just not be used to it."

"Humph", Ning Guangyao looked at him sideways, didn't speak, and continued to laugh "hehe" to himself.

The assistant found it strange, wondering why Ning Guangyao stood alone and laughed out loud, to put it bluntly, a bit silly.

Ning Guangyao was not confused, walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine.

Looking up, Ning Guangyao gulped down another gulp, took a quick breath, as if talking to himself: "Ruoxi, my daughter... Even if you are wary of me, you are still too tender after all. Yes, soft-hearted, it's the point that you are most like your mother...

Drank too much? Hehe, how could your father and I drink too much... However, it feels really good to be cared by my daughter..."

But at this moment, in a desolate and hilly area in the western suburbs of Zhonghai, a figure as swift and nimble as a night elf was flying past some tall treetops.

The hem of the skirt is flying, and the body is as if shocked.

Suddenly, the woman's figure stopped on an extended branch of a large pine tree, her feet lightened, and she stood firmly like a rock.

In the night wind, Lin Ruoxi raised her head, looked at the bright moonlight, and many intricate thoughts flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She also doesn't know why she has such an extremely fluent skill. No one has ever taught herself or learned it, but she just knows it, and she feels it should be taken for granted.

Lin Ruoxi didn't care about these things, she looked deeply at the distant night sky, full of stars, full of deep feelings...

"Husband, my heart is softening again. I know it's fake, but I still can't do it... What should I do... Husband, where are you now..."

The woman's soft whispers are blown by the wind...

a long distance away.

Tokyo, the top floor of the building where Hannya lives.

The man was lying quietly on a chair by himself, with the gorgeous night view of the city below and the western night sky.

In Yang Chen's hand, he was holding that crystal-clear emerald-colored phoenix bracelet, caressing it carefully, entangled thoughts flowed through his eyes.

Sometimes he showed a happy smile, sometimes he showed a helpless look, sometimes he frowned, his eyes were full of sadness, pain, and struggle...

After a long time, he took a deep breath, and Yang Chen stared at the lonely crescent moon with a dazed expression...

We meet again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling together.

After the desolate farewell, the two should be the same, and the most unbearable resentment is Yue Mingzhong...

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Kunlun has been known as the ancestor of thousands of mountains since ancient times, and it is even said that it is the place where the Queen Mother of the West, the righteous god of Taoism, lives.

To the south of Kunlun, the place called "Qiangtang Grassland" in Tibet is Hoh Xil.

People in the world think that the barren Hoh Xil is a forbidden area for life. Except for a few animals, it is difficult for human beings to survive for a long time, but the real Hoh Xil is not like this.

Before the ancient immortals disappeared, the ancient formation still existed. To ensure the safety of the formation and not to be disturbed by the outside world, the ancient immortals worked together to open up an illusion that is independent of the parallel space.

Just because it is independent of the parallel space, the area of ​​the illusion is much larger than the total area of ​​Hoh Xil, and there are some mysterious places left over from the ancient times.

Due to the existence of the ancient large formation in the illusion, the concentration of spiritual energy far exceeds that of the ordinary world. Therefore, it gradually evolved into a place of cultivation and hermitage that later Huaxia monks liked.

After hundreds of thousands of years of changes, with the ebb and flow of the practice world, factions fought fiercely between good and evil, and continued conquests. Since 20,000 years ago, the illusion has been controlled by the Hongmeng and the ancient families respectively.

Hongmeng is entrenched in the heavenly islands under the big formation, and the suspended hundreds are divided into four ranks of Tiandi Xuanhuang, and a few very few Supreme Elders of the Tiandi rank control the greatest power.

And dozens of hermit families were gradually integrated and merged by the Luo family, Ning family and Xiao family more than 2,000 years ago. Each family is attached to a large number of weaker families, forming a tripartite confrontation.

Regardless of the change of dynasties in China, or the rise of all heroes, Hongmeng in the illusion is silently controlling everything behind the scenes, and the Hermit Family has also mastered huge power.

However, the overseas gods who came 20,000 years ago did not interfere with the illusion, and they lived in peace.

To the northeast of the illusion is the Luo family, one of the three major families.

Luojiabao occupies a very large area, and the Qionglouyuyu are all piled up with white stones, like a fairy palace, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The night sky is like a wash. In Luojiabao, in a study room above a three-story jade building, the antique mahogany tables, chairs and bookshelves are all priceless, but in such a room, there are dazzling crystal chandeliers hanging. Eye-catching, even, there are advanced computers, TVs and other modern equipment.

In fact, this is not surprising, the primordial and hermit families in the illusion are progressing along with the evolution of human civilization, and never reject the use of these advanced things.

After all, after a child in the illusion is born, it is impossible to become a monk above the stage of transformation all at once. They have to eat, drink, learn and grow, and also need entertainment and recreation.

It is impossible for children not to use electric lights at night, but to read books with candles lit by flames, and it is impossible to let children not use computers, so they have to go to the library to look for books and look up the history of human civilization.

Many families and elders will accept these new technologies. Of course, cultivation is the most important thing. After all, strength determines the rise and fall of a family, and whether it can live longer in the illusion.

In the study room at this time, a middle-aged man with black hair combed back and a light blue Chinese costume was sitting on a chair, frowning and staring at a piece of white rice paper in his hand.

There is no expression on the man's face, like a stone carving, but with sharp edges and corners, especially a pair of sword eyebrows, which are extremely heroic and full of charm.

Outside the desk, a yellow military uniform, a plain-looking man with long hair, who looked a little older, was standing cautiously, a little uneasy.

After a long time, the man in the yellow suit finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked with a low, apologetic smile, "Patriarch, do you think this "Long Nian Derivation Sutra" is real?"