Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 467 Departure

  The night in the source world of Senhai, there is indeed no bright moon.

  Not even stars exist.

  Yuhengxing can only be seen in daylight.

  However, judging from the scene where the Dragon God responds to the seat, Yu Hengxing is not the source of light in this world.

  The stars and moon at night are all in the hometown.

  Senhai source world has its own complexity.

   But this scene where Guan Yan loses his body, only makes people see loneliness.

   Five hundred years of loneliness in a foreign land alone.

  There is only a little real spirit left, the loneliness wandering in the cracks of the world.

  Looking at the bright moon for five hundred years, but the bright moon has not been seen.

  Have he regretted it?

  Su Qiyun caught the slowly falling Jishen Jade, and couldn't help but think of this question in her heart.

  The current Jishen jade contains a little bit of the true spirit of the little fish. She held this jade to the gods tightly for fear of losing it.

  The frost has faded.

  Only Jiang Wang's flame flower and Shenlong incense are still burning quietly.

  The three had their own thoughts, so they waited till dawn.

  There were no accidents on the way back to the land of the shadow of the gods.

  Qing Qishu's body was sent back to the clan, crying.

  This guy who bluffs on weekdays actually has a good relationship with many people. Because people know that although he seems to be shameless, he has never been wicked.

  Qingbazhi looked up at the sky, unwilling to show his red eyes. The two of them usually have the most conflicts and face each other, but they have never really hated.

   Qing Jiuye didn't say a word, but took the Qing Qishu from Jiang Wang's arms.

   Qing Hua looked at Qing Qishu's closed eyes, her mouth opened, but she said nothing.

  It's not that she doesn't want to talk, nor is she dumb. However, as the saint of blue, she serves the dragon god, and at important moments must convey the dragon god's divine decree, and cannot talk to anyone other than the priest, so as not to "pollute" the divine will.

   "Does Qishu say anything?" Qing Jiuye asked.

  This question he asked was actually for Qinghua. It was also for the dead green seven trees.

  After all, who doesn’t know what Qingqishu thinks about Qinghua?

   "He said." Jiang Wang said, "Senhaiyuan is very large. After Qinghua, you can go to the end of the world to take a look."

  Blue and white did not look up.

  The crowd separates.

  The old priest tremblingly approached.

  She is very old and she is not easy to walk.

  In Jiang Wang's eyes, this image slowly overlapped with the beautiful and pure girl in Guan Yan's memory.

  The old woman paused when she saw the corpse of Qing Qishu, but she continued to move forward.

   There was a very real sadness in his eyes, but it quickly faded away.

  She looked at Jiang Wang three people kindly: "Thanks for your hard work."

  She is Qing Qishu's aunt and grandmother, but she is also a priest of the Senhai Saint Clan.

  This extraordinary strength made Jiang Wang think of what Guan Yan said.

   "The years are long and we all need to suffer. If she knows that I still have a real spirit, she will not be able to survive."

  How much did she bear and sacrifice for the Senhai Saints.

  No one knows except Guanyan.

  Now the Senhai Saint Clan, only she has experienced the dark period. Those crimes and history are only on her shoulders.

   Once upon a time, she was also a girl who loved her lover, with only tenderness in her eyes.

  She carried the entire Senhai Saint Clan forward alone, so she did not dare to be weak, and could not be weak.

  Jiang Wang settled, and said: "I have to trouble you to open the altar. We will leave from here."

   "Yes, please come here."

  Su Qiyun and Wu Quji did not speak, and Ren Jiangwang was their representative.

   "Before this, I want to go to the bookstore. I have some doubts. I need to find the answer in the records of the nobles. Can you?" Jiang Wang asked.

  The old priest hesitated: "Of course."

  She commanded: "Qinghua, lead the two envoys to the altar and wait."

   Then looked at Jiang and said, "Follow me."

  Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked at Jiang Wang, and when they saw him nodding, they followed Qinghua.

   Jiang Wang followed the old woman to the library of the Senhai Saint Clan.

  He knew that the priest deliberately wanted to lead him personally, so there must be something to say.

"After the Forest of Hanging Skulls came back, the other two envoys trusted you very much. When facing Yan Xiao, you must have made a lot of contributions. Perhaps you are better than I thought." The old woman chatted while walking. .

  Jiang Wang himself did not notice this.

  "Everyone worked hard together, very hard." He said.

  The old woman continued to talk: "Su Qi turned out to be a girl. Well, she looks good."

  Jiang Wang explained: “I only knew that the magic weapon that was concealed by Yan Xiao was smashed in the battle.”

   "I know it must be difficult." The old woman repeated: "Thanks for your hard work."

   Jiang Wang is not humble.

  The difficulty and tragic process of the battle, there is no need to say it, the traces of the corpse of the green seven trees are enough to prove.

   "I thought she would ask me about the'Invasion of the Night', but she didn't."

  The old woman casually talked about Su Qiyun, but after a while, she suddenly said: "Did he leave something in the Forest of Hanging Skulls?"

  The previous one was Su Qiyun. The latter is of course Guan Yan.

  Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old lady is keenly aware of something.

   Jiang Wang was silent.

  Silence is the answer.

  Answer that cannot be said.

   "I see." The old woman said.

  She didn't let herself fall too deep in her emotions.

   turned and said: "He can always arrange everything and take good care of you. He is a reassuring man."

  "You, if you have a girl you like, you might as well learn this aspect."

  She shook her head: "Those you taught Qishu, no."

   Jiang Wang was embarrassed in his heart. He didn't expect that the methods he used to make good friends with Qing Qishu were passed on to this old woman's ears.

  The bookstore is here.

  The priest stopped under the tree: "I will wait for you at the altar."

  She did not ask Jiang Wanglai's true purpose in the bookstore, whether it was related to Guan Yan, or what Guan Yan left behind.

  She trusts all decisions of Guan Yan.

  Even if you hide something from her, it must start from love.

   Jiang Wang stood for a while, calming the complex emotions in his heart, and then walked into the bookstore. Following the clues Guan Yan gave, he found a moon-white monk's clothing.

  Nothing special.

  There is no decay in the long time, maybe because of the speciality of this bookstore.

  After putting away the monk's clothes, Jiang Wang left here.

  He did not turn a page of the various records in the bookstore.

   is all things sorted by Guanyan, it is impossible to find clues that Guanyan does not want them to find.

  ……

  In front of the altar of the tree, the crowd was crowded.

  Jiang Wang originally thought that they would leave quietly, as if they came quietly.

  At most, a few people in contact, such as Qing Jiuye and Qing Bazhi, will come to give it away.

  But unexpectedly, almost the entire Senhai Saint Clan came.

  The altar of the tree is crowded.

  Of course, all the Senhai Saints are no more than three thousand.

   is far from the scale that swept across the source world of Senhai in the dark period.

"All the saints will come to send you off." The old priest stood in front of the altar and said to them: "Thank you for your contribution to the Senhai saints. Thank you for giving up your life. May the Dragon God bless you. ."

   Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, just like the time they accepted the Dragon God identity verification.

  But the difference is that at this time, the altar is crowded with people.

  Men and women, big and small.

  People look at them with gratitude.

  Everyone bowed their heads and soothed their hearts at this time: "May the Dragon God bless you!"

  Until this moment, in this kind of sacredness and solemnity, Jiang Wang and the others really felt that they had indeed saved this place.

  (End of this chapter)