After a rustling sound of dressing in the bedroom, Xu Qing changed her clothes and came to the hall in Dongyou. When he saw Chang Xi's rituals and brocade clothes that were so complex that they were extremely crafted. He walked to the other side of the table and sat down, and said in a low voice with guilt: "The clothes are good, they match you very much."

Chang Xi pushed a cup of tea to her and gave her a deep look.

The reason why the sword cage in Xu Qing's heart was broken by him with the apricot blossom romance was mainly because she was rejecting this power deep in her heart. The cage that seemed to be a brick wall was actually a paper tiger with only a few external forces, and could be broken by only a little external force. But if she was following the old monster in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave wholeheartedly, even if Chang Xi used all her skills, she would definitely not be able to do anything to the ruthless sword.

After Xu Qing escaped from the ruthless sword cage, his previously deserted temperament finally improved a little. Seeing the little girl with jade-cutting outside the hall chasing the butterfly, she couldn't help asking again: "Chang Xi, is she really not your daughter?"

Chang Xi put down the teacup and complained that women were born with gossip in their hearts. He didn't go to her words and said, "Although I successfully broke the sword cage in your body, I also made a proposition to help you destroy the ruthless sword you practiced since childhood. Maybe you think I'm unreasonable. You beat me up and beat me up, but to be honest, this kind of sword is indeed harmful to you and has no benefit."

Xu Qing's expression dimmed. The moment she woke up, she noticed something strange in her body. After she learned that the foundation of the ruthless swordsmanship had been completely removed, she herself didn't know whether to be happy or cry.

A roll of bamboo slips was handed in front of her, and the woman took them in a daze.

Chang Xi sat back on the chair and said in a gentle tone: "When I was still in Qingyun Mountain, my head was very good, and those swordsmanship books were even more memorable. Your spiritual power in the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm was intact. I copied this swordsmanship secret book overnight based on your physique and martial arts characteristics. Don't underestimate this secret book. This is the innermost treasure guy in Qingyun Mountain's Canon Hall. When I peeked at these things, I almost got my butt beaten by Mr. Mo."

Xu Qing spread out the bamboo slips with the fragrance of ink in his hand, and the boiling sword energy rushed towards him. There were delicate small flower calligraphy on the bamboo sticks, and four words were written lightly.

Night flowers and thousands of trees.

Although Xu Qing's foundation of the ruthless swordsmanship was removed, his eyesight was still there. He only took a few glances at this classic called Ye Hua Qianshu. He knew that this swordsmanship was definitely worthy of the praise in Chang Xi's mouth. He couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed and teased: "Why do you big man use small regular script to write with a hairpin?"

"Are you worried that you won't stand it?" Chang Xi took a sip of tea and continued: "Yehua Qianshu's sword magic power is similar to the fire tree and silver flower you learned. You will understand and practice quickly. I have not moved the soil of the original towering sword tree in your body. I will protect you well. With your proud qualifications and character, it is only a matter of time to rise again, and I believe that it will not come too late that day."

The woman holding the bamboo slips in her hand was like a treasure and nodded softly.

Chang Xi is not without worries.

Xu Qing's sword-track jade is really rare. The reason why he is adept at taking action to remove the foundation of the ruthless sword-track in Xu Qing's body is that he can't bear to see that she, who should have shined with glory, will be lost in the future. She herself didn't know about it at the time, but now she has half-superhearing it. The sword-track that has been hard-working for more than ten years will be gone. Chang Xi, who is already in a disadvantage, naturally tried his best to compensate this miserable woman.

But the Eastern Wu Sword Cave is probably not as reasonable as Xu Qing. He doesn't care about such a moral matter that is not much different from poaching. No matter how cold-blooded the ruthless sword in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave is, no matter how pitiful the Xu family women are, to put it bluntly, it is someone else's housework, and it's not the turn of outsiders to intervene.

Chang Xi asked himself that he had already sat half of his butt in the position of the palace master of Zhou Jueyin Tiangong, and his loyal Dongyou tribe under his command, so he didn't have to worry about the old sword monster asking for punishment, but this was a bit suspicious of bullying others, which made him not feel very uncomfortable.

Chang Xi sighed and retracted his thoughts. If he had trouble coming to the door, he would have to come and block the water and soil. He saw Xu Qing spread the bamboo slips on his knees, looking at every word on the bamboo slips seriously, and he was still in a daze. His delicate fingertips as delicate as white porcelain gently stroked the handwriting, and then raised his wrist and scratched it in the air. He actually studied the essence of the sword intent left in his words in just a short while. He couldn't help but sigh that this woman's qualifications were really great.

Chang Xi didn't bother her. There was a knock on the door outside the yard. Dongyou went to open the door. Chang Xi saw that it was Yao Chong who came to the door from afar. He knew that he was going to see Lord Ghost Emperor, so he got up and prepared to go out.

Xu Qing also came to his senses when he heard the sound. When he saw Chang Xi leaving, he quickly called him, tangled his fingers and asked in a soft voice: "I lost to you in the previous competition. According to the bet that night, I will obey you now. What should I do?"

Chang Xi took back the steps that were about to step out of the threshold, turned around and looked Xu Qing from head to his feet, and his eyes were sensation: "According to the bet, you are my person now, and being a slave is naturally necessary, otherwise you will do the work of warming the bed in the future?"

Xu Qing widened his eyes when he heard this, and then he began to look for something to smash people.

Before Xu Qing could do anything, Chang Xi had already slipped out of the door, and laughter was heard all the way in her ears, "I don't need you to do anything when I am by my side. Just rebuild your sword foundation with peace of mind, but if I need you to do your best, you are not allowed to give up!"

Xu Qing, wearing a white dress, stood at the door, watching the elegant black robe swept into the distance, she turned her hand and hid her sharp edge in her hand. The cold sword body reflected her face that became more and more warm and beautiful after she got rid of the cage. She smiled gently, picked up the bamboo slips on the chair, and floated away.

Yao Chong and Dongyou, who had been waiting in front of the bedroom for a long time, finally saw Chang Xi's figure. He was old and his heart was still old, and he handed Chang Xi a playful look of "hiding the sweetheart in the golden house" and secretly gave him a thumbs up. Chang Xi blew up and didn't explain much, and asked with a smile: "Is Mr. Yao here to take me to meet the Emperor of Ghost this time?"

Yao Chong smiled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty has been busy in recent days, and I have only found some time in my busy schedule today. Without further ado, let's set off quickly."

Halfway through, Yao Chong asked about Miss Xu Qing's situation. It was not that Yao Chong was gossiping, but that several secret whistles reported to him. After all, the noise in Chang Xi's bedroom this morning was too loud. The noise of a woman smashing objects scared the maids around him to tremble. It was not that Yao Chong felt sorry for those antique treasures, but that he was worried that the person who was in high spirits would look at Xu Qing's appearance and would be strong against her. After all, it was not surprising that the lonely man and widowed woman lived under the same roof. What happened was not surprising. Yao Chong only hoped that this young man who was about to take the position of palace master would not ruin major events because of his greed for women.

Chang Xi had a strange feeling in his mind, and he always felt that he had seen this person somewhere.

Chang Xi walked slowly to the flower pavilion, and was about to bend his knees and half kneel to the rituals of the king and his subjects, the handsome young ghost emperor finally came back from his thoughts and turned around to see Chang Xi kneeling on one knee. The two of them looked at each other inadvertently.

When the young Ghost Emperor saw Chang Xi's complicated style of sacrificial ritual clothes, his hands were stammering in the air. When Chang Xi saw the front of the Ghost Emperor, his knee that was about to clench his fists was stunned, and his knee that was about to touch the ground was also froze in the air.

Yao Chong, who was under the flower pavilion, was shocked and confused when he saw this scene. How could the king and his minister who had met for the first time have such a behavior?

The Ghost Emperor pointed at Chang Xi's sacrificial ceremonial garment, his fingertips trembled slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where did you get this outfit?"

Chang Xi slowly stood up straight. It was disrespectful to see the ghost emperor not kneeling. It was even more taboo to kneel halfway and then stand up. Yao Chong's face was as pale as a layer of gray in an instant. He couldn't bear it. He shouted "Rareless" and wanted to pull Chang Xi down when he stepped forward, but the ghost emperor raised his hand to stop him.

The portrait of the man in my memory gradually coincided with the Ghost Emperor in front of me. Chang Xi's heart was already mostly sure of the true identity of the Ghost Emperor in front of me. He was so excited that he looked directly at the Ghost Emperor's majestic eyes and gently recited the three words that were lingering in his dream soul.

Qingyun Mountain.

The northern ghost emperor, whose mind is known for his unchanging nature, changed his expression when he heard this. He staggered backwards until he hit the pavilion pillar. He looked at Chang Xi in disbelief, "You... do you actually have memories of your life?"

The Ghost Emperor lost his grace and elegance as before. He stared at Chang Xi's black robe, pointed to the gorgeous sea of ​​crape myrtle flowers in the distance, and asked Lian Yao Chong's trembling question that he had never been able to solve for so many years: "Do you know the meaning of this sea of ​​crape myrtle flowers?"

"If I guess well, whenever you see this sea of ​​flowers, you should think of the gentle woman in Tianbo Pavilion." Chang Xi smiled slightly, and in the stunned gaze of Yao Chong, he took another step forward, standing side by side with the Ghost Emperor, looking at the green bamboo forest, with a strong remembrance on his face, with an invisible tremolo. "There is also the green bamboo forest, which should be the place where Senior Brother Wen Zhuyu and Senior Brother Yun Mo live in the back mountain, right?"

The young ghost emperor took a deep breath and asked, "Chang Xi, who are you?"

Chang Xi bowed with his fists and bowed to the bottom, his eyes were wet and his voice was choked.

He never thought that he would meet this man in the underworld and the underworld, whom he had longed for and regarded as a legend. The opportunity and fortune are sad.
Chapter completed!