The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Year after year, Tu Shansi would always go to Kunlun with Taigu, and the two of them felt like they were together at the bottom of the valley; all subconscious actions were motivated by emotion and ended with courtesy.

Tu Shansi wanted to explain things clearly several times. In fact, he had wanted to say a long time ago that there were too many scruples between them.

Since we love each other, why can't we boldly and bravely give each other a chance, abandon those scruples, and just live a good life for ourselves.

Every time at this time, Feng Qingluo would look at Tu Shansi with a smile and intentionally interrupt him.

In this way, Feng Qingluo stayed in the library for five full years.

After reading hundreds of books, she seemed to be imbued with a lot of bookishness; the childishness in her bones began to fade away, and she became a little more calm.

squeak...

This time, Feng Qingluo opened the door to the library.

"Hahaha...hahahaha, I, Feng Qingluo, am out."

At this moment, the feeling of seeing the light of day again was so refreshing.

"It's worthless."

Xingxuan's voice came over coldly.

Five years, a full five years before she came out of this library, she didn't know what to be proud of.

Feng Qingluo stared at him with wide eyes, took a sharp breath, and his legs suddenly felt sore and weak. He stumbled and quickly held on to the door to support his body.

She thought to herself: "It will be bad if you see him, but... you can't escape by running away. You just got out of the library with great difficulty, and you must not go back."

Since she couldn't escape, she had to go up to him; so she retracted her feet and stepped out again.

Feng Qingluo smiled flatteringly and said, "Honored God, it's so early!"

Xingxuan glanced at her coldly and snorted, "At noon, do you think it's early?"

"Look at the sun, it doesn't look like it!"

"..."

Xingxuan glanced away and ignored her. He used a spell to fly out a piece of silk and tied up Feng Qingluo. With a gentle pull, he pulled it to him.

Feng Qingluo was astonished. Before he could regain his senses, Xing Xuan took him up and flew through the clouds.

She looked down from the clouds at the people below, and then looked at the top of Kunlun, where the white mist shrouded and the cranes were singing in unison.

When they were almost close to the top of the mountain, Xingxuan threw her out impatiently;

"Ah... no! Xingxuan, you are not a human being."

Feng Qingluo screamed, drawing an imperfect arc in the air, and then fell faster than when he came.

"Yeah, I'm not a human, I'm a god."

Xingxuan's voice had a hint of sarcasm, and seemed to be whispering.

Her shaky body fell rapidly and she closed her eyes tightly, as if falling like this wouldn't hurt too much.

Suddenly, just when she was about to land, her speed began to slow down, and her body floated lightly to the ground.

It turned out to be her own spiritual protector, who wrapped her up and slowly fell to the ground.

Feng Qingluo's heart finally relaxed, he took a deep breath, sat up from the ground, and scolded unconvincedly: "Xingxuan, do you think this is interesting?"

"Hmm, interesting."

Xingxuan's voice was very calm, which made Feng Qingluo a little angry.

"Interesting about your sister!"

Feng Qingluo roared and jumped to his feet: "If I find a chance, I will definitely wash you clean, dry you up, and make bacon!"

"It's up to you to dream..."

"you."

Feng Qingluo was underestimated, and the unknown fire in his heart became even stronger, as if he was about to explode in an instant.

Xingxuan looked at her figure indifferently and said: "Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, one flower is one world, day and night, it is all practice."

"..."

Feng Qingluo was dissatisfied because he simply bullied her into not studying well. I couldn't choke him at all, so I could only turn my back and stop looking at him.

Xingxuan has a dull temperament and an expressionless face; giving people an unfathomable feeling at any time.

He snapped his fingers and untied Feng Qingluo, "This will be your future residence at the top of Kunlun. From now on, Hongyi will explain to you clearly what you have to do every day."

Feng Qingluo jumped forward and ran forward. On the door plaque of the main hall, the words "The Supreme Good is Like Water" were vigorous and powerful, showing the majestic momentum of the writer.

In the center of the hall, there is a table and a chair placed below. The furnishings are simple, and the light blue silk decoration gives people a fresh and elegant feeling. It looks like the residence of a daughter's home.

There is an incense burner on the table, and a faint sandalwood is burning in the incense burner. The whole hall is filled with that faint smell.

Feng Qingluo's lips raised a faint smile involuntarily. Xingxuan watched her jumping for joy and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips as well.

She turned around and seemed to see Xingxuan's unsentimental gaze, which fleetingly turned back to indifference.

The indifference was so chilling that she immediately looked away and looked at the mountain in the distance. There was an even more imposing hall standing in the clouds and mist.

"Xingxuan, is that where you live?"

Feng Qingluo asked softly.

Xingxuan's heart skipped a beat. Was this the first time she had spoken to him properly? When his eyes met those clear spring eyes, he felt like his soul was being sucked into them.

Pretending to be calm, he turned his head and looked in the direction of her finger, "No."

Feng Qingluo was confused and tilted her head to look at him.

no? Could it be that there are other people living on the top of Kunlun?

Xingxuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he turned his back and said coldly: "Today is the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and we will start practicing again tomorrow."

"The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Feng Qingluo lowered his head and calculated. No wonder the snow was so heavy today. No wonder everything looked so beautiful today.

"Hey, can Taikoo and the others come up?"

Xing Xuan was about to leave, but was stopped by Feng Qingluo. She rushed to him and spread her arms and asked.

He put away the turmoil in his heart and returned to his previous appearance, "This is not the top of the sky. Hong will bring them here in a while."

"Then can I go down?"

“Everything comes and goes based on one’s ability.”

Xing Xuan felt uneasy in his heart and walked away pretending to be angry.

Feng Qingluo didn't know why he was angry.

Xingxuan didn't dare to get too close to her. Whenever he came into contact with her, his heart would beat erratically and he would always panic.

He was always like this, clearly wanting to be nice to her, but pretending to hate her.

Looking at Xingxuan's leaving figure, Feng Qingluo murmured to himself: "Haha... one day, the world will come and go as I wish."

Xingxuan left, leaving her alone here, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains.

"Finally, we can take a good look at the majestic Kunlun Mountains."

As she said that, she sat down, her feet hanging in the air and falling on the clouds, dangling.

I got a little bored of waiting, so I cast a spell to turn a dog's tail grass into my mouth; I don't know when these days will end.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Tu Shansi had left a lot of letters to her over the years. She was tired of reading every day and felt dizzy just reading the words. She really didn't have the time to read them.

Now that I have left the library, there is nothing to see, and I feel a little uncomfortable.