Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Gu Changqing's expression softened just now when he saw the two agree.

He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his eyes were full of sadness, a very strong sadness.

"They're all... buried in their hometown?"

Gu Changqing seemed a little tired, and his voice was hoarse.

But he didn't get a response for a long time.

Gonghu and Liangqiu just stood there, hesitated for a long time, and did not speak.

I don't know if I don't want to, or I don't want to.

But Gu Changqing's eyes were too compelling, making people feel guilty, and the public household had to speak, lowered his head, and said in a bitter voice: "Brothers... are buried under Wanglai Peak."

"Those who have no bones are erected tombs."

"This is the long-cherished wish of the brothers, they say: to die together, not to be alone.

Gonghu forced a smile, but he dared not look at Gu Changqing. He knew that Gu Changqing's face at the moment should be ugly, gloomy and scary.

There was complete silence in Lingxiao Palace.

After a long time, Gonghu couldn't help but look up, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

The unparalleled Heavenly Emperor sat on 10 chairs, but he did not have the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor at all.

Those eyes were very cloudy and dim, as if the whole person had lost their vitality.

The sad expression is unbearable.

"Go.

Gu Changqing waved his hand, turned his back, and stopped looking at the two of them.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

On the faces of many monks, bursts of confusion appeared.

"Most of the generals who serve in the Tiangong have inheritance and Taoism.

"For those who are powerful, there must be a majestic family, and even a prosperous sect, but why are these generals buried under an unknown Tiangong Peak?"

"How do I feel that what Gonghu said is just the helpless choice of those monks. 99

"Who doesn't want leaves to return to their roots and be buried in their ancestors' cave after death?"

Everyone was at a loss.

What the official said was obviously reluctant.

Falling leaves return to their roots, this is the long-cherished wish of many monks, and it is a great long-cherished wish, which can almost be called the tradition of Bei Xuan.

After a lifetime of cultivating Taoism and running around for a lifetime, who would want to end up dying somewhere else?

The capital of each general is an unparalleled existence, not to mention the top, but also the top group of Bei Xuan.

How could they want to be unknown after death, and a solitary tomb that no one sees and worship, instead of being buried in the ancestral land to see the prosperity of the sect and be admired by future generations?

Are you willing to be baptized by time and completely lost in the traces of history? Even the descendants have never remembered it?

abnormal!

Extraordinary!

Many cultivators find it strange, as long as they have a choice, no one would want to be buried in a foreign land, right?

"Perhaps, it's really helpless.

A cultivator said: "The group of people who were loyal to the Emperor of Heaven back then were hated by all beings in Beixuan."

"To name them infamy. 35

"If you really return to your homeland, and there is no top inheritance to sit in, the ancestral graves will be opened, and future generations will be implicated!"

Hearing this explanation, everyone was stunned.

"No wonder the Emperor of Heaven showed such a look!

Everyone was stunned and understood why Gu Changqing showed such complicated sadness.

Since the rise of the Emperor of Heaven, these people followed him.

I don't know how many things have been done for him, how many troubles have been calmed down.

Those people will always be the most loyal followers of the Heavenly Emperor.

But most of them survived the dragon catastrophe, but died in the peaceful and prosperous world.

What's even more heartbreaking is that he did not return to his homeland after his death.

In the past, one after another, there was only one solitary tomb after death, buried in the wilderness, no one cared about it...

"People say that the dead are the greatest, but these people have never settled down after their death, and their last long-cherished wish could not be fulfilled in the end."

Qun Xiu's eyes were dim, and his face was sentimental.

"It's hard to imagine how sad the Heavenly Emperor must feel at this moment!

"It is clear that he has been looking for life for the living beings of Beixuan all his life, but his most loyal subordinate does not even dare to die in his ancestral grave.

"How sad!

The group repair sighed.

A strong self-blame rose in my heart.

Weren't they one of those who condemned them?

How can those people be separated from them when they have fallen into such a fate?

"Hey."

A deep sigh resounded through the heaven.

This time, I have seen too many regrettable things, many things, and finally understand, but can never fill the regret, become a lifelong guilt.

A picture transition in an ancient bronze mirror.

The moonlight is quiet and the moonlight is like water.

The waning moon slanted westward, the starry sky was mottled with stars, and the stars were white, spreading over the earth, and everywhere was silver.

A light wind blew, and the grass was turbulent on the plain.

Like a raging sea.

Just among the turbulent grass, dressed in white, with a black sparrow standing on his shoulder, walked slowly.

Go to the mountain that towers into the clouds.

Wanglaifeng!

This peak is very high, and the mountain is tilted towards the south, like a giant striding forward, rushing to the south without turning back.

What is strange is that its peak is arc-shaped.

The direction is no longer south, but north.

Like a giant running, but can't help but look back, the mountain has the charm of recalling the past.

Wanglaifeng is also named after 697.

Gu Changqing stepped into the peak, he was holding a jar of wine, the best wine.

Standing on that peak, looking towards the plain in the north.

The breeze was blowing, the white clothes were hunting, and the black hair was fluttering. Gu Changqing's eyes seemed to be filled with sadness.

On that plain, nameless tombs stand one after another.

No tombstones, no funeral objects.

Like a barren hill.

Gu Changqing has always liked this peaceful place and often sits here.

But he never knew that under those hills piled up in the wasteland, his most loyal subordinates were buried.

It was actually the tomb where his Gu Changqing old-fashioned heritage was buried.

"..."

The cold wind whimpered, swayed the luxuriant grass, and brushed over the mountain peaks, like a thousand ghosts crying, and the pavement was desolate.

In a trance.

The sound of the wind of the crane seemed to overlap with the sound in Gu Changqing's memory.

The old man in the loess woke up, bowed to him, and swore allegiance to him.

"Hey.

"They chose to be buried here, why don't they want to accompany the emperor in this way. 99

"This is really a good group of people who have been doing things for the Emperor of Heaven all their lives, and they have disappeared in the Emperor's life, but they have not disturbed the Emperor of Heaven."5

"Such a loyal soul, I am afraid that only the Emperor of Heaven can control it.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror, a voice resounded with emotion.