Is there such a good thing?
Chen Qingyuan was happy in his heart, but he still refused on the surface: "No reward for no merit, senior, let's take it back!" "
If Mr. Chen regards Lihua Palace as a friend, then accept it. If not, then I will take it back." The elder
said . Make a serious expression.
"Senior said so, I will accept it shamelessly. Thank you Lihua Palace for your kindness."
Having said this, Chen Qingyuan would be very ignorant of the world if he refused.
Putting the Xumi ring in his arms, Chen Qingyuan was in a happy mood.
The elders of Lihua Palace were also smiling. It would be a good thing to use some resources to form a good relationship with Chen Qingyuan.
Of all the people present, the only one who felt more uncomfortable was probably the Saint.
Wang Shutong had just lost his family fortune to Chen Qingyuan, and now he saw that Chen Qingyuan had made a lot of money, and he felt depressed. Why is it so uncomfortable to watch Chen Qingyuan get rich?
If Chen Qingyuan knew the saint's thoughts, he would definitely put a big label on her - Qiu Fu.
"If you are free in the future, Mr. Chen can come to Lihua Palace as a guest."
The elder said politely.
"Definitely."
Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly and saluted.
The scene turned to a warship a hundred feet long.
Wang Shutong and Chen Qingyuan stood side by side, and the warship headed towards the prosperous area of the Southern Territory.
The top management of Lihua Palace asked Wang Shutong to send him off, firstly to show that he valued Chen Qingyuan, and secondly to let the two of them have more contact to see if they could develop a relationship.
"Hey!" Wang Shutong turned around and said, "Where are you going?"
"Just put me anywhere."
Chen Qingyuan didn't have a clear goal. Anyway, he came to the Southern Territory just to gain experience, and he was looking for something that could make the mysterious people go. Someone who feels something about the box.
"Yeah." Wang Shutong murmured.
The two fell into silence again, and the atmosphere on the warship was very stuffy.
In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Chen Qingyuan found a topic: "Saint, are you cold?"
"What?"
Wang Shutong was stunned, with a stunned expression, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan pointed at the cold air around Wang Shutong and the frozen void, which was self-evident.
"It's not cold."
Wang Shutong replied coldly.
"Are you born like this, or is it because of the skills you practice?"
Chen Qingyuan asked again.
"Both."
If it weren't for the fact that Lihua Palace wanted to make friends with you, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you.
Wang Shutong was speechless. What kind of way of chatting was this.
"What you are born with, coupled with hard work, you are gifted!"
Chen Qingyuan suddenly realized.
"..."
Speechless.
If I can't beat you, let's see how I deal with you.
Wang Shutong knew that he was no match for Chen Qingyuan, so he simply ignored him and walked directly to the inner cabin of the warship for some peace and quiet.
Seeing Wang Shutong leaving with a bit of displeasure, Chen Qingyuan had no intention of apologizing, and looked into the distance with a relaxed smile.
Perhaps Chen Qingyuan was teasing him deliberately to make Wang Shutong hate him.
All matters of love and stumbling blocks on the road to spiritual practice will be removed.
However, what Chen Qingyuan didn't know was that the more he tried to deliberately annoy people, the more counterproductive it would be.
Wang Shutong, who was sitting in the cabin, thought seriously about Chen Qingyuan's words and murmured to himself: "Am I really cold?"
No one had ever said this to Wang Shutong before.
There are few women like her in the world, pure and pure, unattainable.
The heroes in the world can only see him and dare not feel blasphemy.
Only Chen Qingyuan was more upright, and Wang Shutong fell in love with him.
Half a month later, the warship gradually approached the bustling star field.
Meeting Wang Shutong again, Chen Qingyuan had a slight illusion, as if the chill in her body had subsided a bit.
really!
It must be that I haven't had a good rest recently.
Chen Qingyuan thought secretly.
"Holy girl, put me on the star in front of you!"
Chen Qingyuan said, pointing to the star in front of him.
"Okay."
Wang Shutong nodded.
An hour later, the warship stopped.
"Thank you, Saint."
Chen Qingyuan got off the boat and thanked her.
"You're welcome."
Wang Shutong, who had been watching Chen Qingyuan's figure disappear into the distance, retracted his gaze, started the warship, and rushed to the deserted star.
At the same time, after a period of fermentation, the incident in the imperial palace could no longer be concealed and spread to all parts of the world.
Initially, only the top experts knew the news.
Now, the news has spread to all walks of life, causing an uproar.
Countless monks longed for the legendary imperial palace, hoping to get a glimpse of its true appearance. Some monks even fantasize that they are the one who is destined to receive the supreme blessings in the imperial palace.
"I have an intuition that the emergence of the Imperial Palace was caused by me."
There is no shortage of pretentious people in the world who cannot recognize themselves clearly and always feel that they can one day turn around. However, the reality is very cruel. Even if you risk your life, you will not get anything.
Some monks came from all over the world and rushed towards the desolate star in the southern region.
The strong men of each sect joined forces to attack, but were injured by the barrier of the imperial palace.
This matter also cannot be concealed and spread to the ears of the world.
Even so, some monks still refused to give up, thinking that they would definitely succeed.
For a long time to come, there will be a steady stream of corpses floating on the desert star, allowing those who can't distinguish reality to be reincarnated.
Dizhou, a secret place where fairy mist curls up.
An old man and a middle-aged man were sitting across from each other drinking tea.
"The seal of the Demon Abyss is becoming more and more unstable."
The old man was wearing a simple cloth with many lines on it. His skin was dark and full of wrinkles, showing his age.
"After a long period of time, the seal has gradually shaken and must be re-stabilized."
The middle-aged man was wearing a light-colored robe, with black hair spread over his shoulders, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary temperament.
The old man's name is Dugu Changkong, and the middle-aged man's name is Lin Changsheng.
At the Baimai Feast that year, Lin Changsheng did not show up to protect Chen Qingyuan because he was practicing in seclusion and had only left seclusion a few days ago.
Lin Changsheng was happy and surprised when he learned that Chen Qingyuan had extremely high talent and survived the disaster without any danger.
"This matter should be handled by me, an old man, and you don't have to."
Dugu Changkong said in a hoarse voice.
"How can this be done?" Lin Changsheng had long been prepared to die. The reason why he stayed away was not because he was afraid of death, but because he wanted to collect protection fees from the major sects in the empire.
Furthermore, Mo Yuan's seal can still last for a while. Lin Changsheng has to make himself stronger so that he can have greater confidence in stabilizing the situation.
"I'm old and I won't live long. Moreover, I should have gone to the Demon Abyss many years ago, but I have delayed it until today. I feel ashamed of the martyrs. Let's go to the Demon Abyss to atone for my sins!" "
You You are still young, and Qingzong still needs you in the future. If I die, some guys will definitely attack Qingzong, and someone must support me."
"Qingyuan and Junyan, these two children, are the hope of reviving Qingzong. , you must protect them."
When he was young, Dugu Changkong may have been afraid of death. Now, he has seen through life and death, and as long as Qingzong's future is properly arranged, he has no worries.
Death is relief and salvation for him.