lazy cat hits cute

Ming Huang didn't remember when Zhang Qingyang let go. When he came to his senses, the shadow of the Xingtian Battleship cast its shadow again, and Prince Qi Ge flew over in a panic: "Your Highness! Are you alright!"

"I'm... all right." Ming Huang was a little dazed, and followed them onto the Xingtian battleship in a daze. He turned his head and looked back and saw that most of the people were still standing still. He couldn't help asking in wonder, "What's wrong with them?"

"The old man sees that they have already entered the state of deep meditation, so they can't be disturbed." Qi Ge said, "Deep meditation is conducive to the stability of Dao Xin, and it can be regarded as a chance."

Zhang Qingyang also sat on the ground, pretending.

As if sensing his gaze, he slightly raised his head.

It made Ming Huang's heart pound.

"Is there any loss of the battleship?" Ming Huang forced himself to look away, and the prince said fairly: "No, the armies of all parties are almost completely wiped out. I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain in the court." The voice was full of worry.

"It's all right." Ming Huang didn't care at all, this situation, even if King Lin, who can boast to the sky as a leader, is here, it's all right, as long as the people in the court are not fools, they will not pose a threat to him.

"That..." Ming Huang felt that it was inappropriate to call it a "thing", "it, where did you see it go?"

"Beihuang County came to report that it flew into Beihuang, someone witnessed it with their own eyes."

The Northern Wilderness... It's the Northern Wilderness again.Ming Huang's heart felt a chill for no reason, it was going to fly into the Northern Wilderness, how should he explain that Zhang Qingyang?Why can he sit on it, and what is the burning blue flame?He felt an urge to fly down immediately to find him and ask him for clarification.The prince said: "Your Highness, we should go back."

There is nothing here.

Ming Huang clenched his fists and then loosened them, staring at him for a long time: "Okay." He turned and left.

People are always there, and it's never too late to ask.

He never expected that this delay would last for five full years.

When he returned to the capital, it was no surprise that there were many voices of criticism, and the memorials and admonitions were presented like snowflakes, with similar contents.The emperor passed on the memorial to Ming Huang, but Ming Huang didn't even bother to open it, and burned it clean with a sneer.

"Father, what is it? Is there a record in the family history?"

"No." The wrinkles between the emperor's brows seemed to have piled up a lot of worries, "Perhaps Beisheng knows something. I sent an envoy to ask for advice, but I didn't expect him to refuse to come out."

It was Beisheng again.Ming Huang curled his lips, remembering that he had asked an envoy to inquire about Zhang Qingyang's situation, and when he bid farewell to his father and empress, he called the envoy over, and the envoy said: "I haven't seen him, and those who have not regretted the peak said that he is in seclusion."

"Retreat? How long is the retreat?"

"It's unknown about monks practicing in seclusion. It can be as short as three days or as long as several years. It's impossible to be sure."

Ming Huang felt uneasy and waved his hand to make the envoys leave. There were still many unfinished documents on the long case. He slowly got down on the ground, remembering the day when Zhang Qingyang hugged him and said softly: "I like you."

Simple and straightforward, ambiguous enough to make people blush.

Strange, why does he not find it strange or disgusting?He didn't dislike girls before, but why has it changed now?Could it be... just because I saw a live erotic palace once?impossible?

He touched the void ring on his index finger, it was transparent and invisible to others, like his deepest secret.

He doesn't hate Zhang Qingyang.

The paper on the window was punctured, and he seemed... also a little moved?

It's crazy.

After the giant formation in Longmoyuan was destroyed, the residents who escaped from Longmoyuan due to the rebellion returned to their hometown one after another. They were surprised to find that the wind was not as dry as before, which made them feel uncomfortable because they were used to the dry heat.

The recovery of the spiritual veins directly changed the climate of the entire Longmo Plain. The wind became milder and humid, and the cloud cover increased. On the tenth day after the war ended, there was a torrential rain in the entire Longmo Plain. The young man in the rain was scared to death.

The seeds of vegetation come with the wind, sprout, twirl, and grow.

The first peach tree in Longmoyuan bloomed, attracting thousands of people to watch. Afterwards, the flowers fell, and a small blue peach the size of a baby's fist grew.When Taozi fell and was buried in Longmoyuan for the first snowfall, it was Zhang Qingyang's fifth year in Suoyao Prison.

The prison where he was imprisoned was not deep underground, but above the Demon Locking Prison, in the Juannian Cliff. Looking up, there were several miserable clumps of decayed grass shivering in unmelted hoarfrost.Looking down, you can see the vertical cliffs like knives and axes, the clouds and mists are deep, and you can't see the bottom. Only at the time when the sun is strongest at noon can you have a chance to glimpse the scene at the bottom of Duannian Cliff: a dark and narrow abyss, wide at the top and wide at the bottom. The narrow, roaring river inside, the height of the cliff and the depth of the abyss are tens of thousands of feet deep, and if you fall down, you will die.

Moreover, it is colder than Qifeng, and the wind is stronger. There is an extremely cold spiritual mist all day long, and there is nothing to play with.

Zhang Qingyang's long hair and eyebrows were covered with a thick layer of frost, like a grandfather who had lived for thousands of years.

He has always had no sense of time, and he was ready for a long separation when he handed the Ring of Nothingness to Ming Huang.

It's just that I didn't expect to waste time here by mistake.

It can't be said to be a waste, at least in the past five years, his cultivation base has improved a little bit, and he has also cultivated to the third volume of the Unrepentant Sword Art.

A person descended from the door of the cage.

Coir raincoat maker.

He was laughing, and Zhang Qingyang froze for a while, frowning—unable to frown, as if his muscles were frozen by the cold fog.

"Why are you surprised? I brought you something good." The clothes maker stepped in with a smile, and the barrier was as inexistent to him as if it were air. He was amazed, "Oh, they are cruel enough. It's like tying people like dogs... eh!"

His smile disappeared all of a sudden, and the severe pain distorted his facial features, just for a moment, and he had that calm expression again, as if the pain just now was just an illusion.

Zhang Qingyang moved his place, his anklet and bracelet rattled: "Sit."

"What are you here for?"

"Do you have to have a reason for what you do?" the coir raincoat maker smiled.

"No reason, it's just that I'm bored and have no business. I suddenly want to see how you are doing here. I didn't expect you to look a little miserable, but your spirit is not bad."

The coir raincoat maker sat down, took out a pot of toilet water and burned it: "This, you will like it."

Zhang Qingyang didn't move.

"how?"

Zhang Qingyang said lazily, "I'm not interested."

"Hey, you'll know when you drink it, and you'll be pleasantly surprised when you wake up."

Zhang Qingyang closed his eyes.

"...Hey, why is this so? I'll just tell you. Today is the day when Chun Guanlan breaks through the realm and transforms into a god. When he succeeds, you can come out." The last sentence landed softly as if floating in the wind. , Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes, there was no coir raincoat maker in the cave, and the earthen pots on the ground were still there.

He bent down, dragged the crock over with difficulty, and slapped the seal. The wine smelled warm and soft.

The wine is a little sweet.

Great stamina.

Even in a state of half-drunk and half-awake, he can still feel that something big is happening outside, ping-ping-pong-pong, vigorous and lively.

The cold mist cleared away, and the air was scorching hot.

Really noisy.

A shadow was cast at the entrance of the cave, and Chun Guanlan called: "Zhang Qingyang."

Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes. A coir raincoat maker revealed in advance that he was not surprised. He just raised his hand and found that the load was much lighter. He froze for a moment. It turned out that the chain was broken.

"Come out." Chun Guanlan put his hands behind his back, the sword light surged from his feet, and Zhang Qingyang slowly took the sword.

The sword light was very wide, and Zhang Qingyang felt that it was enough for him to sit down, so he sat down and watched the scenery of the seven peaks under the sword looming in the clouds and mist, feeling a little strange.

"Where's your ancient bracelet?"

"I gave birth to Wang Chao."

"When?"

"When returning to the clan."

"You knew?" Chun Guanlan stopped, and Zhang Qingyang shook his head: "I'm not sure." The frost on his hair and eyebrows began to melt, and the water dripped down. He exhaled, and the melted frost and snow turned into white steam. spread.

The two flew towards Unrepentant Peak in silence.The peak is the temple of the peak owner. Zhang Qingyang came to this place for the first time and felt that it was too empty.

"Want to see him?" Chun Guanlan asked.

Zhang Qingyang understood who he was referring to, and nodded silently.

Chun Guanlan led him into the palace, turned into a corridor, the winding corridor led to an abandoned palace, the inside was empty.As soon as Zhang Qingyang walked in, his body sank suddenly, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the palace turned into a cave.

He Zhisheng also wore an anklet and bracelet. One end of the heavy chain was nailed deep into the cliff, with a limited length, like a dog on a leash.

The same.

His hair was messed up, he raised his head when he heard the noise, "Master..."

"Shut up!" Chun Guanlan interrupted him coldly and asked, "Qingyang, what do you think he should do?"

Zhang Qingyang asked: "Elder Sister, is it also because of him?"

"if not?"

Zhang Qingyang stared at him for a long time, then lowered his head: "I'm stupid, I don't know how to deal with it, I'll listen to the master's decision."

"You are really good at kicking the ball!" Chun Guanlan roared, "He did this to you, don't you hate him?!"

He Zhisheng stared straight at Zhang Qingyang, but he never raised his head, obediently: "Those are things in the past—I don't hate him, I just think he is very pitiful."

Pitiful?

He Zhisheng sneered, and Zhang Qingyang had already made a conclusion in his heart: hypocrisy!

Who the hell wants you to be pitiful?

"I was tortured because of him, and it wasn't him who tortured me. He was at fault for me, but the fault was not fatal. If I had to hate someone, it should be...they."

Chun Guanlan's mood faded: "That's right, right from wrong—I'll ask again, he's entrapped two Chengying disciples one after another, intending to be superior to Hanguang, how should he deal with it?"

Zhang Qingyang understood that this matter was unavoidable, so he said softly: "Pull off your cultivation qualifications and expel you from the teacher's school."

"You do it."

Zhang Qingyang pursed his lips and walked up to He Zhisheng: "What else do you want to say?"

He Zhisheng sneered: "If you want to do it, hurry up, there is so much nonsense."

"Your legs are shaking."

"Shut up!" He Zhi roared violently, jumping up like a cat that has stepped on its tail, the iron chain rattling, "I admit what I did and the crime I committed! I'm happy! It's not your turn to pity me!" I!"

"You know it's wrong, so why do you insist on doing it?" Zhang Qingyang paused, "Besides, you didn't get what you wanted in the end, so I pity you, not because of anything else."

He Zhisheng suddenly collapsed, his face pale.

He suddenly figured out why Chun Guanlan didn't promote him to become Hanguang's disciple after he tried every means to abolish the senior sister. Perhaps, at that time, he had vaguely guessed that he was the one who did it?

He knew everything, he just didn't say it.

"Master, Master!"

"Zhang Qingyang!"

The sound stopped abruptly, Zhang Qingyang stared at He Zhisheng who had fainted from the pain, sweating all over, Chun Guanlan disappeared into the cave, with a faint voice: "It's over just to break the Dao heart?"

The author has something to say: Well, take it easy.

Maybe I am really abusing Qingyang orz, but you must believe that I am a real mother, these hardships are nothing to him!Zhang Youren also experienced 750 kalpas before he became the Jade Emperor.

Believe me, this is nothing to Qingyang!