(Sorry, it's even later, ps: Recommend a book with a female-style masterpiece "The Rich Family: The Wife of the Wife" If you like, you can read it! Hehe. In addition, everyone, you have a good dream!)

Bo!

In nothingness, almost the moment when the Qianhuang disappeared, a slight ripple suddenly appeared where the Qianhuang was.

Immediately afterwards, the ripples dissipated and a white figure suddenly appeared.

This is a man with purple hair and white clothes. He is Feng Yin Qinghan.

"Is the turmoil in the world difficult to calm down? Don't worry, although it is very unfortunate in this life, everything should be too late, because he is here and he appears..." Feng Yin Qinghan stared quietly at the direction of Qianhuang's departure, and said to himself.

After saying that, as if I had thought of something, Feng Yin Qinghan suddenly shook his head and said with emotion: "The world of the world, the world of the world, I really didn't expect it. It turns out that there is such a deep secret hidden here, so deep that I almost didn't even notice it. At the same time, I didn't expect that there was such a disaster in this world..."

"I just don't know whose terrible means are all made? They have such great power? Is it him? But it seems unlikely? But if it weren't him, who else could do it?" Feng Yin Qinghan frowned slightly, and his heart was full of thoughts.

After a while, Feng Yinhan shook his head gently and said to himself: "Forget it, don't worry, now, there is still some time, why not go and talk to Yuhuang, well, yes, just chat..."

Making up his mind, Feng Yinqinghan thought, reached out to take out a pot of wine, drank a sip, and walked towards the distance while chanting. Soon, he disappeared into the void. From a distance, he could only hear a wave of ethereal low moans, coming from afar:

"I have a pen that draws all over the three lives, I have a pot of wine that has been drinking for thousands of years, I have a broken sword, killing immortals in the world, and I don't seek the next life in this life, and I will be free and free...

Feng Yin Qinghan was very fast, and only a stick of incense appeared in the Eternal Immortal Dynasty.

However, unfortunately, when Feng Yin Qinghan arrived that day, Xiaohuang and others just left, and a perfect miss came between each other.

It's night.

Above a tall palace in the Eternal Immortal Palace, under the moonlight, the two Yuhuang and Feng Yinqinghan sat quietly. Between them, there was a table table, and above the table table table, two wine glasses and some wine pots were quietly placed.

"Emperor Yu, do you believe in life?" Feng Yin Qinghan picked up a glass of wine at the top of the palace, drank it all, and asked leisurely.

"Do you believe in life?" Hearing this, Yuhuang held the wine glass with his hand, and said solemnly: "Fate, that kind of thing, is too illusory. Instead of believing in it, it is better to believe in the truth you have come from..."

Speaking of this, Yuhuang spoke in a paragraph, picked up the wine glass again, drank it all, and added: "For a long time, I only believed in myself and believed in life. That was just an excuse for the weak, because as long as I am strong enough, how can I control you? Since that is the case, why do I believe in life?"

Hearing this, Feng Yin Qinghan suddenly put down the wine glass that he had just picked up, and his pair of lilac eyes stared at Yuhuang deeply. It was not until a moment later that he spoke indifferently and said leisurely: "Yuhuang, do you know? I once asked an old friend of mine, the same question."

"Oh? Is that true?" Hearing this, the Yuhuang raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "I don't know how your friend answered your question?"

"He?" Hearing this, Feng Yin Qinghan suddenly fell into silence.

After a moment, he suddenly picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it all, looked at the Yuhuang, and said with a complicated expression: "My old friend's reply is just the same as what you said today, and even a word is not bad at all."

"Huh? Is that true?" Yu Huang raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and said casually: "In this way, wouldn't it mean that my old friend and I seem to be very destined to be?"

"Is there any fate?" Hearing this, Feng Yin Qinghan's expression subsided, looked at the Yu Emperor deeply, nodded silently, and said, "That's right, you are right, you... are indeed very destined."

After saying that, as if he had thought of something past, his expression darkened slightly, he took out an ancient sword and gently stroked it, his eyes full of remembrance and nostalgia.

This is a broken ancient sword. The sword body was broken for half, and even the remaining half of the sword body was rusty. The sword blade was already damaged, and there were small gaps. If it were someone else, it would have been thrown away, because it was too serious...

However, it seemed to be extremely caring to Feng Yin Qinghan, because since the Yuhuang met Feng Yin Qinghan, such a broken broken sword had never left him.

"Feng Yin, I've always been curious about why you have always held such an ancient sword? Could it be that it has any special significance to you?" At this time, Yu Huang suddenly spoke and asked with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't understand why Feng Yin Qinghan cherished this sword so much.

"You are right." After hearing the words of the Yuhuang, Feng Yinqinghan was silent and explained: "This sword does have special meaning to me..."

At this point, Feng Yinqinghan paused and continued, "Maybe, this sword is worthless in your opinion and can be abandoned like a piece of grass at any time. However, for me, it is extremely valuable. In my heart, there is nothing more important than it in the world, and even my life is far less important than it, because this sword is given by an old friend, and it is an old friend who is more important to me than everything."

"What an old friend gave me?" Hearing this, the Emperor Yu browsed and said in suspicion: "That old friend is really so important to you?"

"That's right, it's very important, it's very important..." Feng Yinhan nodded and said affirmatively.

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something. He smiled bitterly and said with a sad face: "It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't find him now..."

"Can't find him?" Yuhuang looked shocked and said in surprise: "Where has he gone? Don't you know?"

"I don't know! I don't know at all..." Feng Yin Qinghan shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

"Yudi, do you believe it? Actually, I am a person who has died once." After a slight silence, Feng Yin Qinghan picked up a glass of wine, drank it all in one go, and said slowly.

"Has I died once?" Hearing this, the Yu Emperor's face changed and he said in surprise: "How is this possible? If you think you have died once, then how did you... resurrect again?"

"How to resurrect?" Feng Yin's expression narrowed, he stared at the Yu Emperor deeply, and said in a complicated manner: "I also want to know this question, I have always wanted to know, and I want to know why all this is?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the Yuhuang was slightly stunned. After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. His bloody eyes lit up and said, "I remember, you once said that you came to this life to meet an old friend and find an answer. Now, it seems that what I want to find should be the reason why you are resurrected from the dead..."

"That's right." Feng Yin Qinghan nodded heavily and said with memories: "Spanning endless time and space, traveling through ancient times and present, coming to this life, not for anything else, I just want one answer, one answer! Why? Why was everything in the beginning?"

"Is there really the answer you want in this life?" Yuhuang spoke and said silently.

Hearing this, Feng Yin Qinghan nodded affirmatively and said firmly: "Yes, I will definitely do it, and I know that this day should not be too far, not too far..." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!