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The sudden disappearance of Mu Qing made Bai Zhi pause. She looked at the empty yard, raised her hand to check the red rope, and found that Mu Qing seemed to be in... Zhuoqing Palace?

Is it Qi Jiyuan who lives in this palace?

What kind of ability is this? It can actually transport people through the air.

This widower has a deep connection with the Mu family. It is said that Senior Sister Mu Qing from eight hundred years ago also had Hongmeng Purple Qi...

After thinking for a moment, she walked out of the courtyard and headed towards Zhuoqing Palace to wield her sword.

Everything today has exceeded her expectations, and she must find out.

……

The Piaomiao Peak leads to the Qing Palace.

The world was spinning for a while, and the pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness plus the control of the world's will gave Mu Qing a splitting headache. However, it suddenly eased at this moment. She opened her eyes and faced a pair of golden vertical pupils without any temperature.

"Qi Jiyuan."

This was not a good time to meet, but I had to rely on his strength.

Looking around, this is Zhuoqing Palace. It seems that she was teleported here by him.

Qi Jiyuan rested his head on the small case with his hands and looked at her with a condescending look.

"Every time I see you, you always make yourself so embarrassed. It was the same eight hundred years ago."

Mu Qing's eyes returned to clarity, she raised her hand and grabbed the air, and the tip of a sword was pressed against Qi Jiyuan's chest.

The little system covered its eyes: It really just came out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den again.

Since both parties already know their identities, there is nothing left to pretend.

Her voice was cold,

"Why are you not in the path of gods and demons!"

She clearly kicked him into the path of gods and demons back then!

"One leaf can't hurt anyone. If you want to hurt me, you have to use something else." He smiled teasingly and put his hand on her hand holding the sword. His palm was slightly closed, and his fingers seemed to be able to hold her hand. Completely wrapping it up, a leaf in his hand disappeared and turned into another sword. As soon as the sword appeared, there seemed to be a roar of a dragon, but he suddenly grabbed her hand and stabbed it towards his left shoulder.

Blood flowers bloomed from his shoulders, dyeing his black python robe red.

He leaned over to look at her, and his deep voice penetrated her ears.

"The way of gods and demons can't contain me at all."

There was a faint sound of thunder from the sky, which was transmitted into the palace.

"You are simply crazy. You know that God's injury will cause the whole world to be angry."

Mu Qing's face was gloomy. She should have stabbed him to death with a sword in the first place and should not have been merciful. It was better than now that she had no ability and the man in front of her was acting like crazy.

Now that he is injured, thunder will come down from this place.

This was also the reason why she had to imprison him in the path of gods and demons back then. The power of gods was not comparable to that of these monks, and their every move could cause turmoil in the world.

"But I no longer have the power of God's blood."

Qi Jiyuan smiled at her.

"you……"

Sure enough, the thunder roared twice and then stopped moving.

"Now I am just an ordinary monk with the body of a god."

Mu Qing frowned.

"Where is your bloodline power?"

Qi Jiyuan's golden vertical pupils clearly reflected her appearance, and his voice was soft.

"I exchanged it and got what I wanted."

"Ding~"

The jade hairpin that had been used to tie her hair slipped to the ground, making a clear sound, and fell to her feet. The black hair fell down and fell from his shoulders. Mu Qing subconsciously lowered her head, but she saw the tortoiseshell luster on the top of the jade hairpin shining brightly.

[Combined to form a jade hairpin: the lifespan of the wearer and the giver is shared, attached with the following words: The mandarin ducks and the nuptials unite, and the white heads will never be separated]

……

——Eight hundred years ago, Zhuoqing Palace.

"The groom can't enter the room."

"We are not mortals, so we have to follow the rules of mortals." Qi Jiyuan walked into the room with a jade hairpin, and saw the usually cool and plain-dressed woman sitting in front of the mirror, her skin covered with clouds and snow, and her eyebrows dyed red. , with jet-black hair hanging behind her back, her face was smaller and more delicate, less cold than usual and more aura of human fireworks.

He walked up behind her and carefully inserted the jade hairpin into her temple at an angle.

"No Square Jade, Thirteen Scales of Tortoiseshell, can ward off evil and seek good fortune, and will surely stay with me for a long time."

The woman in the mirror opened her red lips.

"May I be like Liang Shangyan, and see you often every year."

……

——Eight hundred years ago, the battlefield between gods and demons.

The handsome young man in a python robe searched for a long time and finally found the jade hairpin she always wore in a dirty corner.

His expression, which had always been dull, changed slightly.

After experiencing her disappearing into nothingness before his eyes, his expression remained dull, and he subconsciously wanted to find all relevant things to keep her.

He stumbled towards that place and squatted down to carefully pick up the jade hairpin. He rubbed the blood on it with his hands. There was also a strand of hair on the hairpin that had been stuck together by coagulated blood clots.

There is lingering lingering between the eyebrows, the water in the eyes is gentle, but the lips are trembling slightly, and the words he reads are scattered in the wind, drifting and broken.

"...Every year, we see each other often..."