When the news came that Qingcang's soul had been destroyed, he was sitting in the peach grove in Kunlun's Xuhou Mountain for evening classes. It was September, and the peach trees were no longer as lush as before. When he looked up, he could see the misty clouds in the distance.

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The boy next to him said worriedly: "According to the old crane who passed the news, Lord Bai Qian has probably lost his consciousness. He is holding Lord Ye Hua, who has been dying for a long time, sitting under the East Emperor Bell, with a circle built around him.

No one can hear a word from the thick fairy barrier. All the gods of heaven and earth gathered on the shore of Ruoshui, but because of the fairy barrier, no one can get close to the two of them. Not even the God Zheyan of Shili Peach Grove can.

It was conceivable that Lord Bai Qian was a fiery person, and when she regained her consciousness, she might destroy the world and bury Lord Ye Hua, so she called the old crane to Kunlun to hurriedly invite the master to avoid causing a big disaster.

Misfortune. But the master had an edict when he entered the customs, and he was not allowed to disturb him at will. Jing's livelihood is only half a day, and you still need to make a decision on this matter, Yushangshen..."

The smoke gradually dispersed, revealing green mountain peaks. He rubbed the Taoist scriptures in his hands for a long time and said: "That ghost king Qingcang, could he leave a few words before his death?"

Jing Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Old Xianhe didn't mention this, but I heard that Qing Cang died in a very miserable condition. His whole body was covered with bloody holes, and he was almost stabbed into a lotus pod by Lord Ye Hua's Qing Ming Sword."

The Dao Sutra in his hand suddenly trembled, and he suddenly remembered the day when he first met Qing Cang.

That day, the wind was gentle and the sky was bright and clear. He was pestered by his seventeenth junior brother, who took him to Fajiu Mountain to catch Jingwei birds.

Their brothers were sneakily chasing a baby bird along the Zhangshui River. Just as they were about to catch it, a bay-red horse suddenly jumped out from the depths of the forest. The little Jingwei was startled, screamed, and rushed forward.

The clouds flew so high that even the shadows disappeared.

The Seventeenth Junior Brother rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight with the young man on horseback. He quickly stopped him. Unexpectedly, the young man with strong eyebrows just smiled faintly, held a bundle of immortal ropes in his hand, and in the flash of lightning, he killed his two junior brothers.

They formed a pair. They were brothers. The younger one was left behind and the older one was held in front of his chest. This was the first time since he became a disciple of Mo Yuan that he was restrained without making any moves. He couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry. The young man was in his arms.

He smiled softly in his ear and said, "What's your name? Can I marry you and be my wife?"

When he first saw him, the sky was blue and the water was green. He was wearing a moon-white riding uniform, and behind him was a green forest.

More than two hundred years ago, Ruoshui had the opportunity to have a drink with him. He drank two more drinks during the dinner and whispered in his ear: "The little god shouldn't have conveyed these words to him, but the little god endured it."

Over the past many years, I have seen him being imprisoned for so long and still thinking about God, but I feel a little pitiful about him."

His cup tilted and two drops of wine spilled.

Ruoshui Tutu continued: "Qingcang actually came out of the broken bell more than two hundred years ago. It was a coincidence. Fortunately, Bai Qian, the master of Qingqiu, passed by Ruoshui and imprisoned him in time, so this matter was not reported.

Make a big fuss, otherwise it will be my dereliction of duty..."

He drank the wine from the glass calmly.

Ruoshui Dilu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with difficulty: "Dare I ask... Dare I ask, two hundred and sixty-two years ago, when God was celebrating his 130,000th birthday?"

The wine glass fell to the ground with a bang.

Ruoshui Dilu wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and said like a gnat: "The former Ghost Lord, when he was locked into the East Emperor Bell by Lord Bai Qian, he kept shouting the name of the Lord, kept saying, kept saying

He said, I want to see you again, congratulate you on your 130,000th birthday in front of you, and ask you in front of you, do you still remember Qing Cang in Da Ziming Palace 70,000 years ago..."

His memory has never been very good, but he remembers these things very well.

Jing Sheng helped him up from the ground. He straightened his clothes and said, "You go back first. I will pass the message to Master right away."
Chapter completed!