Chapter 508 The Ancestral Land of the Wang Family, Wang Yanqing
"You also know that this ancestor is dead, yet you still say such angry words."
Suddenly, an old man's voice came from the darkness in the distance.
Wang Yanqing turned around and looked.
It was a tall old man wearing a white robe with kind-faced features and kind eyes.
One of the only two Jiugong-level members of the Daluo Wang family, Wang Haoran.
"No one can change you, kid."
Wang Haoran clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly to Wang Yanqing's side. He looked at the beautiful female body lying in the bronze coffin and said softly: "This ancestor has died long ago. The remaining power can only change your body. This is you."
Reasons for changes in appearance.
However, my ancestor who passed away long ago can never change your will. You are just returning to the original you."
"She changed me!"
Wang Yanqing emphasized in a deep voice.
"oh?"
Wang Haoran smiled softly, "Are you lying to me, or are you lying to yourself?"
"Um?!"
Wang Yanqing frowned slightly.
"You should know better, kid."
Wang Haoran glanced at her and said softly: "Absorb the power of the ancestors, so that your body and soul will continue to become pure. During this process, all outsider influences will be washed away, and you will become your original self.
A Wang Yanqing who is not influenced by outsiders, a real Wang Yanqing."
"Your hair?"
As he spoke, the old man raised his right hand and pointed at Wang Yanqing's waist-length black hair, "Are you trying to say that you used to like to tie your hair up into a single ponytail, but now you always do it unconsciously?
The radiation reaches your waist, so you think it was the ancestor who changed your will?"
"This is one of them."
Wang Yanqing said coldly.
"You've told me about this many times."
Wang Haoran stood with his hands behind his back and said softly: "I attach great importance to it, because if you accept the gift from your ancestor, your will will be affected, and it will be inconsistent with the content of the ancient books passed down by your ancestor. This is a very serious matter.
Because if there is a mistake in this matter, it means that other things may also be different.
Therefore, after you mentioned it for the first time, I conducted multiple verifications.
The final result I got was a false alarm.
Daluo has long since abolished hair-tying rituals and related rules. How a person wants to style their hair has nothing to do with age, and the same goes for the Wang family.
However, whether it is family elders, playmates of the same age, or street vendors, they all clearly stated that before you met that person, Xiao Yanqing of the Wang family had always had black hair reaching her waist before she was 12 years old...never tied up
,hair."
When it came to the last four words, the old man spoke with great emphasis.
"Um?"
Wang Yanqing's pupils shrank.
"When did you tie your high ponytail?"
Wang Haoran continued, pretending to think for a while, "Well... it seems, it seems, it was the boy named Chi who took you out to play, and then he saw a woman on the road, and casually said she looked good, and you looked at the single
The back of the woman with a ponytail. From then on, your hair will become a ponytail, right?"
"..."
Wang Yanqing stared at the old man blankly, but his eyes were unfocused, and countless memories flooded into his mind in an instant.
That is, childhood.
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"Yuanan, Yuanan."
On the bustling streets of Beijing, people come and go in a constant flow.
A young man with red hair and red eyes held the hand of a black-haired girl and looked at the streets and alleys, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
"What on earth are you looking at?"
The little girl who didn't respond after shouting for a long time glared at him angrily, and then followed his gaze.
It was a young woman standing in front of a vegetable market stall, wearing a smart light red outfit, with her black hair tied up in a high ponytail.
She dresses like a charlatan, or a girl from an escort agency.
In ordinary people's impression, this kind of woman should be very handsome and heroic.
However, the gentle smile on the face of the woman in red and the skillful movements of picking vegetables make her look like a considerate and virtuous young wife.
"簌簌——"
The breeze blew by, blowing the treetops and blowing the woman's ponytail hair.
"good……"
The red-haired boy's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help but say: "Okay, so beautiful..."
"Eh?"
The black-haired girl next to him turned his head and looked at the longing expression on his face, slightly stunned.
Then the anger surges.
"Hey, don't look!"
The next moment, the angry black-haired girl suddenly slapped the red-haired boy on the head.
"What are you doing?!"
The red-haired boy who was beaten showed anger and glared at the girl angrily, "Don't you know that a man's head cannot be hit? And you are still a woman, how can a man's head be hit by a woman?"
"Eh?!"
When the girl saw his excited look, she was frightened a little and stumbled back when she stepped back.
"Qingqing!"
Seeing this, the young man quickly stepped forward, reached out to hold her and supported her, but his face still had an unhappy expression, "There will be no next time. Women cannot hit men on the head. You have to remember this."
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"Hey, sister, look at your little Yanqing. Her eyes have been staring at the dressing table today. Look, let me tell you, women love red makeup. This is a talent. It will be awakened automatically when they reach age.
.”
"You...Qing'er, don't talk to your aunt, come on, come to my mother's place."
"mother……"
"What's wrong?"
"I want to comb my hair."
"ah?"
"The kind with one braid."
"Okay, aunt is here to help you. Your mother is very clumsy... Now, like this!"
"It's not like this."
"Oh, it's not a braid. Then I can untie... this ponytail?"
"no."
"Oh, it's not a low ponytail. You said it in such a gentle way, so... like this?"
"No, it needs to be higher."
"so?"
"Yes! That's it! That's it!"
"Haha, it turns out that our little Yanqing likes high ponytails."
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"Is that really what you like? Or is it what he likes?"
Underground mausoleum.
Wang Haoran, an old man in white robe, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Yanqing beside him, and asked softly.
Wang Yanqing closed her eyes and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, hoping to wipe away something.
"So, have you remembered?"
Wang Haoran's voice was calm, "You don't like a single ponytail at all. Ever since you were a child, the original you, the original you, liked to wear your hair down to your waist. The reason why you later changed it to a single ponytail was just to cater to that kid from the Chi family.
I just want to please the other person."
"..."
Wang Yanqing opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.
"besides."
Wang Haoran raised his finger and pointed under the corner of her right eye, "The scar at the corner of your eye was not something you wanted to leave. It was just because that brat liked brave and heroic women that you deliberately made a cut on your face.
Scars highlight heroic spirit.
It’s really sad…”
The white-robed old man shook his head gently, "To be honest, I don't know anything about you and that Chi family boy. I originally thought that you two should be a beautiful couple, but I didn't expect that it would be so ridiculous and sad."
"What's so funny?!"
Wang Yanqing stared at him, a bit of anger appearing in her beautiful black eyes.
Wang Haoran was keenly aware of this hostility. Instead of being annoyed, he showed admiration, and then said: "Isn't it sad? Because what he likes, you deliberately let yourself become like that. This kind of love,
Isn’t that sad enough?”
"Accommodating each other is the way love works!"
Wang Yanqing's voice deepened.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Hearing this, Wang Haoran raised his head and laughed, and his laughter echoed in the empty mausoleum.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?"
Wang Yanqing's expression became increasingly unhappy, and there was no respect at all for the elders in the family on his face.
"I'm laughing at you for being so stupid."
The smile on Wang Haoran's face gradually faded, and finally he sighed, "Accommodate each other and manage love? That means you two are not suitable enough. A truly perfectly matched love does not require accommodation from either party.
If it is necessary, it means it is not suitable enough.
And you, Yan Qing, you actually chose to rebel against the family and gave up so much just because of such an unsuitable partner... Oh, it was in vain that I fought against everyone's opinions and helped you handle this matter."
"Um?"
Wang Yanqing was startled, "What do you mean?"
"Do you think you could really convince the family elders to let you marry Chi Yuanan with just one mouth and a few words?"
Wang Haoran looked at her, shook his head and laughed, "You don't really think that your loud voice can convince people, do you?"
"Is it you?"
Wang Yanqing had a look of disbelief on her face, "Back then, it was you, ancestor, who was helping me behind my back?"
"certainly."
Wang Haoran nodded lightly, "I heard about you at that time, and I thought of myself back then, but unlike you, I failed to resist the family successfully. I abandoned the woman I loved and chose the family's plan.
Marriage object.
Later, I could only laugh and drink wine at her wedding banquet. In the end, I deliberately spilled the wine on my face to hide the tears in my eyes.
The tragedy I experienced is something I don’t want others to experience in the future.
So I helped you. I thought I made a happy couple, but I didn’t expect that I just helped a stupid girl. I only know how to accommodate others, but I don’t know if I will be taken seriously by others, alas..."
The old man in white robe sighed, "I feel so worthless for you."
"I, I don't need you to feel for me."
Wang Yanqing clenched her fists tightly, her body trembled, her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth and shouted, "He loves me, I love him, I feel it's worth it, that's enough, I don't need you to make irresponsible remarks! No need.
, do you understand?! Stop talking!"
"very good."
Wang Haoran looked at her appearance with a smile on his face, "Look at you now, you are so different from you a few months ago. You are full of stubbornness and stubbornness, and there is no respect for the elders in your eyes, let alone
What is called gentleness.
This is a good thing.
Because you are not a gentle woman to begin with.
Your previous gentleness was just the kind of woman Chi Yuanan liked to be gentle, so you kept forcing yourself to be that kind of woman, trying to make yourself look like what he liked.
But why change?
Stubborn, rude, indifferent, resolute, non-conformist, non-conformist, looking down on the so-called family elders, with a stronger personality than many men... This is the original you, the original Wang Yanqing.
The most important thing is that in the face of the upcoming turbulent times, the Wang family does not need any gentle women.
You now are what the Wang family needs.
Yan Qing."
Wang Haoran raised his right hand, patted her shoulder lightly, and smiled appreciatively: "There is nothing wrong with the content of the ancient books. Absorbing the power of ancestors will never change a person's will, but will return to the source and return to the original essence of character.
Now, after being baptized by the power of your ancestors, you are getting rid of its dross, gradually erasing all the influence of outsiders on you, and preparing to return to your original self. "Recognizing yourself" will be of great benefit to you in the future when you enter the Nine Palaces level.
No longer accommodating others, but choosing to be your own Wang Yanqing is the best Wang Yanqing.
After all, the Law Palace will not open its door to a guy who can't even recognize him.
Go ahead.
Although you are already good enough and the speed at which you absorb the power of your ancestors is also very good, seven stars is not enough."
The old man in white robe smiled, took back his right hand, turned and left.
"..."
Wang Yanqing stood there, looking at the old man's back as he walked away, his pupils trembling.
"Am I always accommodating him?"
"No, it shouldn't be like this."
"We accommodate each other. We accommodate each other for a better love. He also accommodates me...somewhat, right?"
Wang Yanqing murmured to himself.
In my mind, every bit of my past interactions with that red-haired man started to replay, and then replay, like a revolving door...
After reading them one by one.
Yes?
Yes...right?
Yes?
"Ahhhh!!!"
"boom!"
Suddenly, with a ferocious look on his face, Wang Yanqing turned around and punched the bronze coffin, causing a loud noise and strong shock waves that shook the entire underground tomb.
However, the bronze coffin was obviously not an extraordinary object. Under the great strength of the seven-star warrior, there was no movement except for a slight sway.
"..."
"I'm sorry, ancestor, Yan Qing is rude."
For a long time, the woman in red lowered her head, held on to the edge of the coffin, knelt on her knees, and kowtowed several times toward the bronze coffin, her voice hoarse.
"sorry!"
She kowtowed continuously until her forehead was broken, and the stone steps were covered with blood.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of kowtows continued to echo in the silent underground tomb.
a long time.
Blood was flowing on the stone steps, one layer at a time.
"call--"
Wang Yanqing, who was kneeling in front of the bronze coffin, had dull eyes. He raised his head and took a deep breath. Blood fell from his forehead to the tip of his nose and flowed to both sides of his face.
Her face, which has now become incomparably beautiful, does not look scary when contrasted with the blood. Instead, the contrast between her fair skin and scarlet blood makes her look somewhat poignant.
"Ancestor, Yan Qing was ignorant. Since he was twelve years old, he has gone astray and been bound by a shackle called "love"."
"call--"
Having said this, Wang Yanqing took a deep breath again, her voice was as heavy as thunder, and perseverance and determination gradually emerged in her black eyes.
Then.
The woman in red clothes slowly took off her red coat, shook her right hand, and exploded with skillful energy, which directly shook the entire red dress into powder, scattered on the ground, and flew away with the wind.
"Let go of the old shackles of the past, and you will know who I am today."
Wang Yanqing, who had taken off her red coat and was only wearing a white singlet, knelt in front of the bronze coffin with an expressionless face and a cold voice.
"Yuan An is dead, I should have let go."
"In the future, I will no longer be confused by my past obsessions."
"I am a member of the Wang family, and I will take the rise of the Wang family as my own responsibility."
"Please trust me with your strength."
After Wang Yanqing finished speaking, he raised his right hand, reached into the bronze coffin, and gently touched the forehead of the beautiful female corpse.
"boom!"
With the blood connection, a huge force of pressure erupted from the inside of the coffin, and bloody light exploded, completely engulfing Wang Yanqing's tall figure and the coffin!
The inheritance of ancestral power continues!
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"Um?"
Lucun guides the stars.
The sky is full of stars, but the bright moon is missing.
The tops of the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist.
Li Guanqi stepped out of the space portal in one step, and then stood there in a daze.
"What's the matter, Mr. Li?"
Saoirse stood nearby, looking at him curiously.
"Uh, no, it's nothing."
Li Guanqi shook his head gently.
"I just accidentally thought of an old friend. I don't know why I thought of her, although we haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"A senior sister who is very good to me."
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