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The earth outside Tianshu Pass was about to be trampled, and a steady stream of monks wanted to meet the young man in white.

Although people knew that he had not left any trace, he still came, as if he wanted to experience the environment at that time. The only pity was that the breath had not been exposed at all, and he could not feel the vast emperor breath.

"The person from Qingxuan Ancient Sect said he was willing to help us." King An said to Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Chunqiu nodded slightly, he had already expected.

Fang Xuan's approach is too similar to that of the Qingxuan Ancient Emperor. He walked into darkness on guard and fought against the darkness, and never returned from now on. This is the eternal pain of the Qingxuan Ancient Sect. From that moment on, they admire Fang Xuan from the bottom of their hearts. Even if Fang Xuan was still alive, as long as he was willing, the Qingxuan Ancient Sect was willing to invite him as a worshiper in the highest standard way and regarded him as a fellow disciple.

"If we have any needs in the future, they are willing to help."

King An spoke again, paused for a while and said again, "Qingxuan Guzong believes that since Mr. Fang has helped us Daqin, they are not bound to help us."

Listen to this sentence.

Xia Chunqiu sat in the first place, without saying anything, his eyes flashed.

He looked at the sky outside the door and the white clouds.

"Is this also your plan..." Xia Chunqiu murmured in his heart.

Then he shook his head slightly.

"We tried every means to bring the neutral Qingxuan Ancient Sect to take the team, but we didn't expect it to be done in this way."

A faint voice came from Xia Chunqiu's mouth, without joy, only a kind of fatigue and a kind of regret.

"Is there anything else to play?"

Summer, spring and autumn are spoken again.

The only female prince spoke over there.

"Mr. Fang's disciples, they don't want us to set up a tomb." She sighed. The soldiers who fought in Tianshu Pass of the Qin Dynasty wanted to set up a simple monument to pay tribute to Mr. Fang, but An Anran refused to let him go, saying that Fang Xuan was not dead.

He even broke stone tablets and shattered half of the cemetery.

"Master will not die."

"The master is not dead."

An Anran Ran spoke at the same time, as if the elves of heaven and earth, pink and white, with a pouty mouth and a bright and positive light flashing in big eyes.

Whenever I think of this Tianji, I am silent...

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Chapter completed!