Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Walking on the steps that have been baptized by endless years and have long been mottled.

In Gu Changqing's body, there was a rumbling sound.

That is the heartbeat trembling, like a certain melody, in harmony with the will of the human race of Shouyang Mountain.

Invisible and mighty will, shrouded in his heart, self-improvement, indomitable, powerful will washes his spirit, his soul.

Gu Changqing looked behind him and saw the shock on Luo Qinghe's face.

He could guess what Luo Qinghe was feeling at the moment.

This baptism of will will not make her have a strong cultivation base, but it can make her undergo the baptism of will, and her mood will become stronger.

Gu Changqing walked slowly.

Behind him, Luo Qinghe followed in the footsteps of his master.

Dressed in white clothes, they gradually disappeared with the sea of ​​clouds and climbed to the top of the Yang Mountain.

The top of the mountain is empty, with only one temple standing.

It was in an ancient and dilapidated human ancestral temple built with stones.

On both sides of the ancestral temple, there is a line of astronomy, suspended quietly, spreading the gods, and the avenue is rippling.

That is the Dao Divine Rune, which contains boundless true meaning. 663

And these two lines of Dao Divine Marks were left by Gu Changqing when he was witnessing Taoism.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement."

"The terrain is kun, and the gentleman carries things with great virtue. 99

Staring at the two lines of words, Luo Qinghe was stunned for a long time at that moment, like petrification.

In these two lines of words, the terrifying will revealed in her heart set off a mighty turmoil, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

She stared at the man in front of her in astonishment.

I can't imagine how this man was able to leave behind such a mantra of the ancient and modern avenues!

That was the first time Luo Qinghe was stunned, and the first time he felt the stalwart of this man in front of him.

"Boom!"

An explosion broke out in the Renzuzu Temple, the ancient temple gate opened wide, and a mysterious and obscure atmosphere spewed out.

That is a long dragon, a long dragon of human luck!

The long dragon of luck roared out and roared for nine days. It stirred the wind and clouds between the sky and the sky. It fell back to Gu Changqing's side.

Even though Gu Changqing is no longer the emperor of the human race, he is no longer the supreme human being, and even was abandoned by the human race and hated by the human race (bafb).

But this long-term luck dragon, from beginning to end, has inexplicable feelings for him.

"Boom!

Shouyang Mountain was trembling, the divine verve of the Infinite Dao erupted, and the divine source like a tidal wave poured in one after another.

That was the humming change of Kongtong Yin.

It seems that he is expressing incomparably excited emotions, wanting to be summoned by Gu Changqing, to accompany him, and to conquer the heavens.

"Go back, you have the mission you are waiting for."

Gu Changqing spoke softly, facing two special creatures that did not have life.

Very strange words.

But the Fortune Golden Dragon and Kongtong Yin seemed to understand, and the Fortune Gold Dragon let out a long roar and returned to the ancestral temple.

Kongtong Yin also stopped moving and returned to calm.

It's just that the gate of the ancestral temple of the human race is still open, and it seems to be welcoming Gu Changqing to enter.

And this moment.

The cultivator outside the bronze ancient mirror once again looked into the wide-open human ancestral temple.

Want to know what's in it.

The ancestral temple of the human race, for the monks of Beixuan, contained boundless heat.

This ancient ancestral temple has existed for an unknown number of years, like a pure land, spanning the years, no one dared to offend even in the ancient times.

The treasures among them are eye-catching and itchy, and I want to see them.

Just a moment later, their eyes dimmed again.

Just because, Gu Changqing closed the ancestral temple with a wave of his hand as before.

For everything in front of him, Luo Qinghe was shocked.

Whether it is the two lines of Taoism in the ancestral temple.

Or the mighty golden dragon of luck, and the change of a godless soldier.

It made her feel that the man in front of her was incomparably stalwart.

She never thought that this man was so mysterious and majestic, like a mountain, making people want to look up.

Luo Qinghe stared at Gu Changqing, and there was awe, a strong awe in those eyes.

Gu Changqing turned around and looked at Luo Qinghe quietly on the top of this towering mountain: "Do you still choose to continue walking?"

Luo Qinghe nodded firmly: "I must cultivate Taoism.""

"The hardships on this road may not be as hard as those on your road.

"The road is hard, and the brilliance is only superficial.

There was a touch of complexity in Gu Changqing's eyes.

"I must practice Taoism. 35

"I don't want to be helpless watching my loved ones die.

Luo Qinghe's eyes were extremely firm.

Gu Changqing didn't speak, he turned around, turned his back to her, and stared at the endless sea of ​​clouds.

"If you look back after eternity, you will regret your decision at this moment."

"The regrets in this world can be filled not only by becoming a monk."

He whispered softly, as if speaking to himself and to Luo Qinghe.

"Don't be afraid, I must practice Dao!

Luo Qinghe was incomparably determined, and there was an unprecedented stubbornness in his voice.

Gu Changqing didn't say much after all.

He just whispered softly: "From today onwards, I will lead you to the road."

Hear this.

Even after so many years of travel, the girl's joy and anger have long been silent, but at this moment, she still showed endless joy.

She knelt down and bowed to Gu Changqing, bowing three hundred and ninety-nine times: "My disciple thanks Master.

It's just that she didn't notice.

Behind what she couldn't see, Gu Changqing's eyes showed a touch of sadness, a very strong sadness.

The picture in the bronze ancient mirror is blurred.

Reappearing, is another scene.

It is no longer Shouyang Mountain, but a plain.

Luo Qinghe lay in the grass and fell into a deep sleep. There was a smile on the corner of her mouth. Obviously, at this moment, she was accompanied by a beautiful dream.

Gu Changqing sat cross-legged on a large stone, quietly looking at the Luoqing River among the grass, with a very complicated look in his eyes.

The wind was blowing slowly.

Blowing in white clothes hunting, black hair dancing lightly.

The lush grass is like a piece of Wang Yang, rustling and a little turbulent.

"It seems that you don't want her to practice Taoism.

Suddenly, a crisp, very magnetic, sound like the sound of nature sounded.

It's the voice of the little black bird.