A few days passed.

The Palace of the Empress.

"Fang Xuan." Jiang whispered at the moon and looked at the moon.

She cried that day, and kept crying, and she had never been like that since she was born.

Fang Xuan embarked on the road of the ancient Qingxuan emperor and fought against the darkness. She lost countless classics, and without exception, they all pointed to one point, and there was no help or help.

"Yue'er."

Su Nanzhen walked into the boudoir and called out softly.

"Mother." Jiang Yinyue turned around, and at some point there were two tears on her face that could be broken, and the tears fell.

I don't know when she looked at the moon and cried. At this moment, she was not like the palace master who was in charge of a holy land in the palace, but a weak woman, with her eyes foggy.

"Heal the wounds well." Su Nanzhen didn't say anything else and patted Jiang Yinyue on the shoulder.

Jiang Yinyue was injured when she resisted the vigil and was now recuperating.

"Um."

Jiang Yinyue responded.

She entered the breathing regulating, and only in this way can she forget it briefly.

Looking at her disciple who regarded her as her daughter, Su Nanzhen was silent for a long time. She shook her head gently and sat aside slowly.

Any comfort in any language is pale.

Su Nanzhen looked at a piece of jade on the table. This was what Fang Xuan gave to Jiang Yinyue.

"Is he really dead?"

She is still a little dazed, and that person is actually dead.

...

Xiling Holy Land, Huating on the shore of the small lake.

The arrogant and cold Yao Ji sat cross-legged in the healing pain. She had no joy or sorrow. She had been very quiet since that day, as if she was not Fang Xuan who died, or Fang Xuan's death did not shake her at all.

The aura on her body was even higher than before, and the divine fire realm went further.

An elder came over to report on the recent situation.

Yao Ji opened her eyes.

After Elder Cai Ningxue finished reporting, a cold voice came from his ears.

"Take out magical medicine to save people, and at all costs, those who pay for the holy land should do their best to save them..."

"Yes." Elder Cai Ningxue nodded as he listened to the orderly orders.

She turned around and left.

He just stopped after walking a few steps and looked back at Yao Ji.

"Is there anything else for Elder Ningxue?"

Yao Ji said lightly, looking at Elder Cai Ningxue with clear eyes.

Hearing words.

Elder Cai Ningxue shook his head, "I remembered something and disturbed the Holy Lord."

After giving a plea, she left.

In her heart, Elder Cai Ningxue felt... the Holy Lord seemed to be colder than before.

Is it an illusion?

Cai Ningxue whispered, shook her head slightly and walked towards the distance.

...

Time passes day by day.

Tu Sinan had a dream, in the dream...

In the low mountains outside the pass, the grass is desolate, the trees are green, and the petals are shining with a few drops of tears. The sky is blue and deep and lofty.

Quiet and peaceful.

A few white clouds are floating, and the breeze blows with coolness and comfort.

It was a small hill.

He sat there, as always as white as ever, spotless, like an immortal and even more like a human being, and a turbid young master.

This seemed to be the funeral place he chose for himself.

He looked at Tu Sinan.

The figure gradually dimmed, and the life came to an end. The oil was gone, the lamp was dry, the eyes were lost, and the blood on the face gradually disappeared.

"No."

Tu Sinan strode forward and grabbed him, a heart-wrenching sound came from his throat.

The next moment.

Tu Sinan sat up on the couch and felt sweat on his forehead.

"Did you dream of him again?" Yan Wutong walked in outside the door. He heard Tu Sinan's dream talk, anxious and painful voice.

Tu Sinan looked at Yan Wu.

"I saw him." Tu Sinan recalled the broken dream. Fang Xuan had closed his eyes and lay in the dry mountain without any anger.

Didn't continue talking.

Tu Sinan got up and washed habitually.

While washing, he said, "How are you doing?"

Hearing this, Yan Wu said nothing.

He knew what Tu Sinan was preparing for, and the Qin Dynasty was about to try to recall Fang Xuan, just like the actions of the Qingxuan ancient country.

"He is here in spring and autumn."

"Um?"

Listening to this sentence, Tu Sinan's face was stunned.

How did Spring and Autumn come?

But this doubt did not exist for long, Tu Sinan thought of the reason.

Xia Chunqiu is planning to use imperial energy.

As the lord of the dynasty, he is blessed by the imperial energy. Even if his realm is low, he can still kill the immortals and gods.

His arrival was to use the imperial energy as the price to strengthen the possibility of recalling Fang Xuan.

It is spreading outside.

The Qin Dynasty wanted to use its foundation to recall Fang Xuan, which is not a rumor but a fact.

"I'll go see Chunqiu." Tu Sinan spoke.

Yan Wu nodded.

He came here to talk about this with Tu Sinan and go there with Tu Sinan.

This time, Yan Wu also brought some things from the family, a human-shaped magic medicine! A saint bone!

Inside Tianshu Pass.

As summer, spring and autumn arrive, the kings are waiting to welcome them.

"You are the pillars of my Great Qin, so there is no need to be too polite." Xia Chunqiu spoke.

He stood in the main mansion of the inner palace and looked into the distance.

Fang Xuan's death attracted a lot of attention and also caused many powerful monks and celebrities to cross the void to come outside the Tianshu Pass of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Nothing else, just to worship Fang Xuan.

You can hear sounds from time to time outside the pass.

"The Lord of Xuan Palace has arrived."

"The head of the Tiancan God Clan has arrived."

"The Prince of Fire Kingdom is here!"

"Miaoling Mountain, Xuantian Taoist has arrived."

"The Great Elder Ma Zong is here!"

"The head of the Jin family, three clan leaders are here!"
To be continued...