The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Because they major in kendo, most of the disciples under the peak are sword cultivators.

Hearing Qin Zhimu's introduction, Feng Qingyang looked up at Lin Yuan.

The first moment he saw Lin Yuan's appearance, he was immediately astonished.

What a handsome boy!

Even the realm of spiritual pressure...

But when Feng Qingyang realized that Lin Yuan's spiritual pressure was only in the true spirit realm, his expression froze slightly.

He originally thought that what Qin Zhimu said, a good seedling who cultivated must be such an amazingly talented and gorgeous person.

He was indeed handsome and superhuman, with an extraordinary temperament.

But I really didn't expect that it was just a young man in the early stage of the true spirit realm.

But Feng Qingyang did not lose his composure, but quickly suppressed the doubts in his heart, and smiled slightly at Lin Yuan who was standing behind Qin Zhimu.

"Little friend Lin must have something special to be appreciated by the princess. Just as the New Year is approaching, the Qing sect is currently conducting a disciple test to select a new class of inner sect disciples."

As Feng Qingyang said, he called out the flying sword and stood on it.

"We happened to go there together, go through a process, and record it under my name."

"Okay, please trouble Elder Feng."

Lin Yuan nodded his thanks and stood firmly on the flying sword.

He looked at Qin Zhimu and asked, "Princess, are you going back to the palace alone now?"

Qin Zhimu smiled and nodded with a gentle expression.

"Don't worry, in the imperial city, at least on the bright side, nothing will happen to me."

She heard the faint worry in Lin Yuan's words, she replied, then turned around and walked away.

But at the moment when she left Lin Yuan with her back, she took a step forward.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling pain and emptiness in my heart.

It was a kind of heartache, as if something extremely rare had been lost.

It's more like feeling that the meaning of the whole person's life, the whole person's soul has become empty at this moment.

Along the way, she wanted to come back as soon as possible.

I want to hurry up to see my father, who is critically ill, to see if his condition has improved.

But now, when Qin Zhimu really wanted to part with Lin Yuan.

But she found that every step of this leaving was so heavy, and every step was so difficult.

leave here.

Maybe in the future, she can find some related or unrelated reasons to come to Qingmen to visit Lin Yuan.

But until then.

They will completely become people from two different worlds.

Lin Yuan has something he wants to accomplish.

And she also has to face her chosen destiny alone.

Like it or not.

Qin Zhimu once again took steps that seemed to be light but actually extremely heavy.

At the time of parting, she finally knew.

I know why I have this angina-like pain.

Because from this moment on, she lost Lin Yuan.

From the spring heart sprouting when they first met, to falling in love in the first battle, to being rescued by Lin Yuan twice in a row.

In addition, day after day together day and night, sleeping in the same bed, even Qin Zhimu didn't realize it.

How did she fall into the throbbing called first love, dependence, and love step by step?

Pure as a spring in the mountains, beautiful as a warm wind blowing on your face.

And now, she finally realized, she finally understood.

But she had to let go of this impossible attachment just like that.

She must just like this, deeply bury this once-in-a-lifetime throbbing.

Buried in the deepest corner of my heart.

Those scenes of meeting, getting to know, and acquaintance with Lin Yuan can only be regarded as the only memories she treasured in her life before she got married.

Only in the future when you are alone in the country of Yan, in the screen of the studio, or in the lonely cold palace, when the spring breeze blows into the curtain, will you carefully remember it.

Qin Zhimu had a dull expression on his face, as if he had lost his soul, he mechanically moved away.

"Princess!"

Lin Yuan called to stop Qin Zhimu on the spirit sword that had not yet flown.

"If you have time, why not follow me for a ride!"

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Chapter 67 Spiritual pressure, first stage, low level!

In the picture, there are turbulent clouds and turbulent clouds, the sea of ​​clouds is churning, and the atmosphere is myriad.

The flying sword carried the three of them across mountains of different heights.

Qin Zhimu readily agreed to Lin Yuan's invitation, and they rode Feng Qingyang's imperial sword together.

"Little friend Lin, with the recommendation of the princess, I can skip the proficiency test for you."

Feng Qingyang stood in front of Feijian and introduced Lin Yuan.

"Just take a simple test of spiritual root qualifications. If you pass the entrance test, you will officially join the Qingmen."

"Judging from your bone age and realm, there should be no problem becoming an outer disciple."

After listening to Feng Qingyang's introduction, Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

"Elder Feng, do outer disciples and inner disciples receive the same treatment?"

When he asked this question, he naturally wanted to quickly enter the Tianbang within two years.

"Of course it's different." Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"Whether it's welfare or treatment, becoming an inner disciple can get more benefits."

"Just looking at the spirit stones and pills, what the outer disciples can get each month is less than half of what the inner disciples can get."

"If that's the case," Lin Yuan nodded and asked, "Can I participate in the selection together and enter the inner sect?"

"Mr. Lin, don't be too impatient."

Before Feng Qingyang could answer, Qin Zhimu spoke first.

"Entering the inner gate of Qingmen is not as easy as you imagined, let alone entering the inner gate directly."

"That's right, the selection of inner disciples is not just a simple test." Feng Qingyang continued Qin Zhimu's words.

"Little friend Lin is recommended by the princess, so I can accommodate a little bit in the entry test."

"And if you want to enter the inner sect, you must follow the sect system. You have to defeat any inner sect disciple head-on."

Feng Qingyang shook his head slightly, he now felt that the young man Qin Zhimu was optimistic about was a bit over the top.

"I see that little friend Lin's spiritual pressure is still uncertain, and he should have just entered the true spirit realm not long ago."

"But the inner disciples have the lowest internal cultivation, and they are also at the fifth level of the True Spirit Realm. I advise Xiaoyou Lin to follow the steps and take it step by step."

Feng Qingyang advised.

"Elder Feng, I'm just giving it a try."

Lin Yuan seemed to be joking.

"If I really lose, I won't suffer."

"No loss? This is the Qing sect of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the most powerful sect of the Great Qin Dynasty."

Feng Qingyang stroked his long beard.

"Even if you randomly pull an inner sect disciple to fight with you, it may take you ten days and a half months to get out of bed. This is still a good situation."

"If Lin Xiaoyou still insists on going his own way, then don't say that the old man didn't warn you in advance."

"This is my own choice, and I will definitely not blame the elders." Lin Yuan replied.

After listening to Lin Yuan's words, Qin Zhimu's mouth moved. He wanted to say something, but was suppressed again.

She knew Lin Yuan's personality, and she would not change what was decided.

While speaking, the three of them had already flown over a high mountain.

Looking around, the huge peak seems to be cut by a sword, and it is as flat as a flat ground.

There are several circular battle platforms arranged on it, and two figures who are fighting can be vaguely seen on each battle platform.

Under the stage, it was crowded with disciples of the Qingmen who were all dressed in uniform, as well as several elders of the Qingmen.

The entire peak was full of gongs, drums and people.

Feng Qingyang took Lin Yuan and Qin Zhimu to find an open space on the edge of the peak, and slowly descended.

"Why is Elder Feng here, uh...princess?"

A sharp-eyed disciple exclaimed.

"Look, is the one behind Elder Feng, Princess Zhimu?"

"Excellent temperament, like a dream, who else can be besides Princess Zhimu, who is known as the number one beauty in the Qin Kingdom?"

"It is rumored that Princess Zhimu seldom goes out of the palace except for non-essential social activities. Why are you interested in coming here today?"

"I don't know, I only pay attention to who is the boy who is so close to the princess? He is so talented and beautiful, which is really enviable."

"Sword eyebrows and star eyes, jade tree facing the wind, looks so handsome, he should be a child of some aristocratic family."

The disciples had long noticed the eye-catching Jianguang Shenhong. As soon as the three of them landed, they immediately attracted all their eyes and attention.

The eyes of those young disciples were all focused on Qin Zhimu's face and shadow, with a look of dismay on his face.

But what made them feel strange was that they had never heard of Princess Zhimu showing such a bright smile to a man of the same age.

This handsome young man with a compelling aura... Who the hell is he?

With Feng Qingyang leading the way, the surrounding disciples all made way for Lin Yuan.

Qin Zhimu stayed where she was, her beautiful eyes moved with Lin Yuan's figure, and there was nothing else in them.

After receiving a jade badge with a number at the testing site, Lin Yuan silently stood at the end of the selection team, waiting for his number to be called.

Only then did the disciples suddenly realize that Lin Yuan was also a monk who had come to participate in the selection.

And seeing that it was brought by Qin Zhimu and Elder Feng, one by one guessed where he must have dug a good seedling, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

As the battles on the battle arenas ended one after another, and loud announcements were made one after another, the team of disciples participating in the selection was constantly shortening.

Soon, it was Lin Yuan's turn to be on stage at the end.

"The last one, No. 1, Lin Yuan, the first battle platform!"

Hearing this shout, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Yuan walked straight towards the battle platform in the center of the peak.

"Lin Yuan, right?"