The beautiful and graceful water town is hidden in the mist.

Lan Qingya stood under the eaves, watching the rain that had been falling for more than 40 days, and said leisurely: "I was going to walk the path of life with you again, but I was stopped at the first stop."

At this moment, they were in the place where Qi Yanchen lived as a child.

In the town of landlord Qi.

Qi Yanchen picked her up and went back to the house.

"This rain seems endless, and I'm afraid it won't stop today either."

Lan Qingya blushed: "Then I will practice, you...you are not allowed to..."

Qi Yanchen's heart skipped a beat when he saw her shy look. He hadn't thought about it at first, but now he felt like doing something.

He restrained himself and let her go, saying, "Okay, whatever you want to do, Master."

Being placed on the bed, she watched him stand up: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Qi Yanchen: "That chess game isn't finished yet, I'm going to play by myself."

When Lan Qingya saw him walk to the window, she really picked up the chess piece and focused her attention on the chessboard.

She sat cross-legged and entered into meditation.

When she came out of her trance, she found that it had already darkened.

The rain stopped.

She smiled subconsciously: "Achen..."

Only then did he realize that Qi Yanchen was not in the room.

I guess he went out to get some fresh air.

Lan Qingya didn't rush to find him. She stood up and walked leisurely to the bed, and saw the unfinished game.

Although she was not very good at chess, she could see that Qi Yanchen was not paying attention.

Both the black and white sides are in chaos, and it is hard to say which side has the upper hand.

She couldn't help but sneer.

When I looked up, I saw a butterfly emitting a faint green light fluttering outside the window.

Her attention was attracted, and the butterfly flew away a little, then came back.

It seemed as if he was signaling her to follow.

Lan Qingya found it interesting and walked out of the house to follow the butterfly.

Today is the Ghost Festival, and the streets are filled with people wearing dark clothes and with serious and solemn expressions.

There were people burning paper on the roadside, mumbling some personal words to their deceased relatives.

In the gloomy night, the faces of these people were illuminated by the light of burning paper, appearing somewhat eerie and strange.

Lan Qingya followed the green butterfly out of the town. There were more people burning paper outside the town, but the number of pedestrians began to decrease.

She walked further and further away from the town.

There are fewer and fewer people.

In the end, even the people burning paper were gone.

The green butterfly led her all the way into a mountain.

Suddenly, two hundred female ghosts in white floated out from both sides of the road, and Lan Qingya was startled.

Looking closely, they all had long skirts trailing on the ground, and their long hair blocked their faces.

These female ghosts were like civil and military ministers in the Golden Palace, standing on both sides of the road, silently watching her pass by them.

Outrageous.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and continued walking forward.

The female ghost in white is finally gone.

Suddenly, two hundred evil ghosts in red appeared from nowhere and stood on both sides of the road.

Lan Qingya swallowed and wanted to turn back, but found that the way back was surrounded by female ghosts in white.

Now that she was a supreme god, she naturally knew that these ghosts were the transformations of dead people and there was nothing to be afraid of.

But being stimulated by such a strange scene, it is inevitable that I feel a little uneasy.

We cannot kill them; they are the people of the underworld and part of the common people.

There is still a chance to reincarnate.

what's the situation?

She chuckled twice and continued walking forward.

Finally, they walked out of the group of evil ghosts, and two hundred zombies jumped out in front of them.

Lan Qingya: ...

She was completely numb, and her steps continued up the mountain following the green butterfly.

Finally reaching the top of the mountain, I saw a pile of white skeletons surrounding a tall, handsome man with soft features.

Lan Qingya: ...

Wu Yu's mother opened the door for Wu Yu, and she, Wu Yu, had arrived home.

When the skeletons saw her coming, they let out strange cries of excitement.

"God is coming!"

"The God has finally arrived!"

"God, do you like the surprise the Emperor gave you?"

Lan Qingya: The surprise is there, but as for the joy... forget it.

"Achen, what are you doing?" She walked up to him with a questioning look on her face.

Qi Yanchen was holding a large bunch of light pink mandalas in his hand. When he saw her coming over, his heart was beating like a drum.

After being reminded by the skeletons next to him, he was at a loss and finally remembered to hand the flowers to her.

Lan Qingya took it, had a vague guess in her mind, and looked at the person in front of her with a smile.

Qi Yanchen took a deep breath to calm himself down and said, "Qingya, you were the first person I liked since I was a young and ignorant boy."

"From entering the sect to becoming the Lord of the Underworld, I have never changed my original intention."

"You are the light of my life. I only want to be with you in this life. I want to make you the heir of Fengdu Emperor. You..."

"Will you be my Taoist companion?"

Lan Qingya turned her head and looked at the female ghosts, evil ghosts, zombies and skeletons that surrounded her.

They were still waiting for her nod, and some sentimental ghosts had already started wiping away tears.

Lan Qingya: "Who taught you?"

Qi Yanchen's face froze: "Empress Yuncang. She died of old age and was about to enter reincarnation. I promised her that I would let her be the empress in the next life. She taught me... that girls like these..."

Lan Qingya: No girl likes to be surrounded by female ghosts, zombies and skeletons and proposed to.

Seeing her helpless expression, his heart sank.

He couldn't help but start to think wildly again.

Is it because of bad timing?

Qingya is not ready yet?

Or did she not love him as much as he loved her?

Will she refuse?

What should he do if she refused?

He was afraid that he didn't have the courage to do it again.

"I am willing."

Just as Qi Yanchen was about to apologize, he heard Lan Qingya answer his question gently but firmly.

He looked stunned.

"Achen, you don't have to worry about the consequences anymore, and you don't have to be so worried and cautious." Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were calm and tolerant, "Because you have me. I will always be your supporter."

The emotions in Qi Yanchen's eyes suddenly surged with strong fluctuations.

It feels like your sensitive and fragile heart has been noticed by someone, but you don’t have to worry about that person trampling on it.

He no longer had to be anxious in front of her.

She would just take good care of his heart.

"Achen, you will be my Taoist partner from now on."

Qi Yanchen held her in his arms, his voice choked with sobs: "Qingya..."

Three years later, both of them were very tired after the Emperor's coronation ceremony.

Lan Qingya didn't want to make trouble, but she couldn't change Qi Yanchen's determination to make it known to the world.

After all, he is your man, so just pamper him once.

Qi Yanchen patiently helped her take off her heavy dress and kissed her hair.

Rubbing their ears together, the two of them kissed on the bed in tacit understanding.

"Qingya, is this true? We can finally be together."

Lan Qingya bit his shoulder and said, "Let me let you feel if it's true."

"Qingya, when mother wakes up, we will go and enjoy the mountains and rivers and save the world."

A month later, Hou Tu Niangniang came out of seclusion.

The Emperor of Fengdu and the Goddess Miaoqing left the underworld and hid in the six realms.

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