Chapter 633 Believe in Yourself
Ping Yongjia asked: "What's the matter?"
Gu Qing didn't speak, and said to A Piao: "Your Majesty is waiting for you in the palace."
Ah Piao blew the black hair on his forehead, rolled his eyes, let out an angry light, and said: "I am the future emperor of the underworld, I come as soon as I yell, and leave as soon as I yell, do you want to lose face?"
No matter whether you want to save face or not, you should go or you have to go, the study tunnel opened, she walked in angrily, and when she came out, it was the bedroom of Duke Lu's mansion.
There is a piece of porcelain that is very precious at a glance on the flower stand. A Piao thinks about the rumors of the teacher's school many years ago, and the light of curiosity and eagerness is projected on his face.
The white-haired Lord Lu walked in, and he knew what she was thinking when he saw the light on her face, and said quickly, "No need! No need!"
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Lu Guogong took Ah Piao into the palace, and naturally covered it up carefully so that no one would find out.
Before the court meeting was over, he took her to the queen mother's bedroom.
Empress Dowager Hu looked at A Piao, and immediately got up from the couch, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, hugged her into her arms, and said distressedly: "Why did I come back after so many years, look, this pale face, this thin body, must have not eaten well."
After the Battle of Chaoge City, A Piao lived in the palace for several years. Empress Dowager Hu always wanted a daughter and loved her very much. A Piao was very affectionate to her, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but said: "There is no sun below, so of course it will be whiter."
Empress Dowager Hu laughed and scolded: "As soon as I opened my mouth, I knew that I was a disciple of Shenmo Peak, and I couldn't speak well."
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Jing Yao went back to the palace to pick up some important things. Hearing her mother's complaint that she didn't say anything to A Piao, she couldn't help sighing and said, "Mother, she is the future Emperor of the Underworld after all. You can't always treat her like a child, you should respect her."
Empress Dowager Hu became annoyed when she heard this, and said, "I gave her all the beads and flowers your father gave me, how can I respect you?"
Jing Yao was very helpless, thinking that this was not the same thing, then remembered some rumors, hesitated for a moment and said: "There is one thing, I told you, don't be angry, it's just that Master is getting married, you should pay attention, don't always..."
Mrs. Hu slapped the desk heavily on the back like frost, staring into his eyes and said: "Why do I often call him into the palace? You don't know why? Isn't it all because of you! Do you want to avoid suspicion? I am more than ten meters away from him, and I can't see eyes and eyebrows. How do you want me to avoid suspicion? Shall I move to Qipanshan, or do you want to go back to the cave in my hometown? Tell me clearly!"
Jingyao didn't dare to say anything, so he hurried forward and knelt down, coaxed her for a long time before finally coaxing her well, and then fled away from the bedroom. After he left, Empress Dowager Hu's anger disappeared without a trace, and she became extremely calm, but the next moment she suddenly raised her hands to cover her face, and began to cry silently.
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In the well house, Ping Yongjia looked at the empty courtyard and said, "Senior brother, when will we plant another tree again, is it possible that Shigu hasn't calmed down yet?"
Lu Qing smiled and said: "It's so blunt to change the subject, it seems that my junior sister has taken good care of you in these years in the underworld."
Ping Yongjia scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "I always feel that senior brother wants me to come back seriously, it must be a big deal, and I am a little nervous."
"It's really not a trivial matter, and it can even be said to be more dangerous." Gu Qing said: "In the battle of Chaoge City, Bulaolin also contributed a little bit, so the court didn't pursue them too closely afterward, but they didn't expect them to gradually take root in Chaoge City. There have been some troubles over the years, but this way, Bulaolin has also revealed more faces. Last autumn, I found a clue and roughly confirmed the location of Daoist Taiping. I asked you to come back this time because I want you to help me catch him, or kill him directly."
Ping Yongjia was very surprised and said, "Me? Just me? Just me?"
Gu Qing said: "No one knows who Bu Laolin is in the court and in the various sects, I can only trust my own people."
Hearing the word "myself", Ping Yongjia no longer had any fear, but still had some doubts, and said: "You and I can't beat him."
"I have the imperial city array now. If Daoist Taiping enters Chaoge City, I can temporarily control him somewhere."
Lu Qing looked into his eyes and said, "And what you have to do is to arouse your sword intent and kill him like you did a hundred years ago."
Ping Yongjia scratched his head and said, "You mean the Zhuxian Sword Formation?"
"That's right. At that time your sword intent was being used by the master, and you were the only one in the Chaotian Continent who knew how to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation."
Without waiting for him to speak, Gu Qing continued: "You will be in the palace at that time, just set up an array in the air."
Ping Yongjia said nervously: "The Zhuxian Sword Formation does often appear in my dreams, but I don't have confidence."
Gu Qing said: "I have been studying the three hidden forms of Chengtian swordsmanship in recent years, we can discuss it."
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When Gu Qing and Ping Yongjia, the brothers and sisters, were discussing the important matter head to head in a low voice, their master was lying on the couch not far away, with his eyes closed, still unspeakably beautiful, and the lotus flower had never been covered in dust.
Jing Jiu has been asleep for a hundred years, and many people in Chaotian Continent still remember him, and the disciples in Qingshan will not forget this ancestor.
But remembering and missing are two different things.
People in the world are busy singing about the colorfulness of life, so why would they miss him?
That is to say, these people from Shenmo Peak and descendants from other places will miss him often, and hope that he can wake up as soon as possible.
Now that these people are facing the most troublesome and dangerous situation in the world, they naturally miss him even more, wondering if these things would happen if he was here?
The question is, even if Jing Jiu really wakes up at this time, can all this be solved?
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Zhao Layue's eyes fell on the distant ice peak in the north, with some blood.
She was also thinking about this question, and quickly came to a conclusion.
Why should I count on you?
Even if you are Jing Jiu.
Since you didn't accompany me into the snow field, and didn't accompany me for six years, then I will go out alone.
Furth's sword moved without wind, cutting through the sleeves and skirt, and then tightly wrapped the cloth straps around her arms and thighs like a needle thread.
The airy sense of immortality suddenly turned into the flavor of iron-blooded battlefield.
Zhao Layue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, held the hilt of Firth Sword with both hands, let out a low drink, crushed the ice and snow, and greeted the snow ghosts in the sky.
Shit, a blood-colored sword light sliced through the blue glacier, and then pierced the bluer sky.
Countless crystal shards were flying all over the sky, colder than the cold, shooting around like arrow rain, then bouncing off the ground, and being swept up again by the howling wind.
More than a dozen cold and terrifying breaths, like cold beasts, rushed towards her body, hurt her body, and sharpened her spirit like biting.
The sound of bombardment kept ringing in front of the glacier.
She kept falling, and then flew up.
Blood was sprayed everywhere like shards of ice.
There are more and more wounds on her body, and her face is getting paler and paler, but her hands holding the hilt of the sword are still so stable, and her eyes are still so indifferent.
The sky gradually darkened, and it was night.
I don't know whether it's to escape or chase, she and those snow charms came to the snowfield from the glacier.
Under the shining stars, those Snow Queen's personal guards looked as terrifying as monsters in mythology.
These monsters didn't seem to feel tired at all, and they never reduced the intensity and frequency of their attacks from the beginning to the end.
Her white clothes were torn many times, and she was only held together by the cloth straps on her arms and thighs. She looked like a little girl who was going to fish in the stream.
The blood stopped splattering, not because Xue Mei couldn't hurt her anymore, but because her blood was almost gone.
The flesh and blood torn apart by Xuemei's sharp claws glowed a palpitating light pink.
The morning snow field was full of cracks, just like her body.
A lot of Xuemei died, and fragments of corpses could be seen everywhere. There were still five Xuemei who were not dead or seriously injured, and surrounded her.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaved slightly, and her body was covered in rags and torn flesh like rags.
In several places, jade-like bones can even be seen.
Fan Xing couldn't bear to look at this scene, and gradually faded into the night, and was soon replaced by morning light.
She is dying.
In fact, the moment she was attacked by He Wei, the head of Kunlun, and landed on the surface of the glacier, she was already dead.
But she continued to fight for a day and a night.
The breeze swayed her short hair like weeds and brushed over her bloody body, bringing pain no less than that of Ling Chi, but it couldn't make her thick eyebrows tremble a little.
She slowly let go of her left hand, and only held Forth Sword with her right hand, like holding a fish just out of the stream.
She lowered her head and looked at the snow covered with her own sweat dripping in front of her feet, without speaking.
She was extremely tired, but she didn't sit down, because she knew that if she sat down, she would never be able to get up again.
The five snow charms looked at her, their crystal-like pupils seemed to have conjured up some kind of emotion.
Emotions are extremely rare for such high-level snow country monsters, let alone their emotions at this time are respect.
The rules of the Snow Country are very simple, respect is only a compliment from a low-level life to a high-level life.
They are the personal guards of the Queen of the Snow Country. In the past countless years, this kind of respect can only be given to Her Majesty the Queen.
Just respect doesn't mean goodbye. They walked towards Zhao Layue, and the shadows cast by the tall figures gradually closed like a mountain.
Zhao Layue is very good at deduction and calculation, knowing that the next moment will be death, and there will be no accidents.
At this moment when the long night was coming, she thought of many things, and then thought of many things, but her breath gradually calmed down.
On the great road, no ascetic can accept the long night gently and calmly, but when the long night really comes, it is a good thing to be calm.
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(The last sentence is taken from a comment by a reader of the official account.)