Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

outside the mirror.

"It turns out that this is how the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Jiang became brothers."

Someone spoke.

The group cultivators were a little moved.

They originally thought that Jiang Huang's friendship with the Heavenly Emperor must have been earth-shattering, and experienced a catastrophe of life and death.

After all, after the rise of the Heavenly Emperor, Jiang Minghuang was the most loyal supporter behind the Heavenly Emperor.

Follow the Emperor of Heaven to fight in the heavens and the world, join hands with each other to sweep away the powerful enemies of all worlds, and have an extremely sincere friendship with the Emperor of Heaven, never betrayed.

But no one thought that the acquaintance and marriage between the two would be so bland.

Bland is bland, but people don't find it abrupt.

Actually, think about it carefully.

At that time, the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Jiang were both poor and white.

The teenage boy, just when the loyalty is greater than the sky, the two people support each other and survive in the lower world. After a long time, they can naturally forge a very pure friendship.

This kind of emotion, even impossible, appeared among the monks.

There may be mixed interests among the monks, and they will deliberately make friends because of Jiang Minghuang's family background, but the brotherhood between the two can be said to be pure to the extreme.

Jiang Minghuang was in a trance.

The oath of the past rang in his ears, making his heart tingle.

The haze of hatred was briefly eased, and scenes of the past reverberated in my heart.

"It would be great if you were always that big brother."

He sighed softly, but his heart was desolate, like a knife, and his heart was chilling.

"But then you changed! You changed!"

"Gu Changqing, why are you changing!"

......

Time flies, five years have passed.

Gu Changqing and Jiang Minghuang, who have traveled in the mortal world for five years, have formed a very pure friendship.

Today's youth, one is twelve years old and the other is thirteen years old.

The five-year period expires.

On that day, the golden lotus bloomed in the sky, and the rays of light were ten thousand.

A group of immortals in gorgeous clothes fell into the world, and they fell into the world like rain.

The group of cultivators surrounded a gorgeous agarwood chariot.

Over the nine days, they all drank together: "Welcome the young master to go home."

Jiang Minghuang opened his arms and was shrouded in endless brilliance, a woman as beautiful as a banished immortal, who personally dressed him in gorgeous brocade clothes.

Jiang Minghuang's figure slowly lifted into the sky, like the favored son of the sky, attracting attention.

At that moment, how many women in the world were remorseful, and how many female cultivators in the cultivation world were completely annoyed.

It turned out that he was really the son of a noble family in the upper realm. It turned out that the beautiful woman like a banished immortal was really just the maid beside him.

Jiang Minghuang was in the air, looking back and looking at Hongchen, on the barren land, a boy like a beggar stopped and smiled.

"Brother, at this moment, you should believe that I am the son of a noble family in the upper realm."

Jiang Minghuang said, but he was surprised to find that this guy, even at this moment, did not have the slightest surprise on his face.

"I never said I didn't believe it."

Gu Changqing laughed softly.

Jiang Minghuang was stunned for a while, his expression was a bit complicated. After being with this guy for so many years in the mortal world, this guy's eyes couldn't be faked.

He really never believed it.

"Big brother, follow me to the upper realm. The hard days of your brother and I have come to an end today."

Jiang Minghuang sincerely invites you.

He returned from traveling in the world, but he couldn't bear Gu Changqing, and he suffered misery in the world again.

However, Gu Changqing waved his hand lightly: "You and I each have their own way to go."

"My Dao foundation is broken now, and there is no possibility of cultivation in this life. It is the same everywhere. For me, the wealth in the upper world is not as good as this mortal world, where it comes from freedom."

Jiang Minghuang has a complicated demeanor.

He is well aware of Gu Changqing's stubbornness.

At most, he cares about his face, but this guy would rather break his head than bend over.

How could he possibly be willing to rest assured of his proud bones, to live in his own home, to enjoy wealth and glory?

Jiang Minghuang knew very well that he couldn't persuade him, but it was inevitable that he would be sad to separate now.

Gu Changqing smiled sadly and said loudly: "Jiang Minghuang, if one day I die, don't forget Laozi."

Jiang Minghuang was emotional: "Gu Changqing, if you fucking dare to die, I will definitely forget you and forget everything!"

Gu Changqing looked up and smiled, turned his back, and waved his hand.

Under the setting sun, the figure of the young man in the rags and the knife gradually drifted away.

Jiang Minghuang paused for a long time, and couldn't help but murmured: "I just said it, how can I forget you, you must live well, otherwise, even if I become an unparalleled emperor, I can have What does that mean."

......

Jiang Minghuang left.

Gu Changqing is alone, floating in this mortal world.

In his heart, he was still at a loss.

Wanting to avenge the blood relatives, there is nothing left, the only relatives are far away in the fairyland.

If it weren't for the fact that there is now a brother like Jiang Minghuang, Gu Changqing even thinks that this world is boring.

His will to live and die is clear.

The current self is not qualified to die.

The blood revenge has not been avenged, and it is still necessary to wait for the return of the younger sister. Now, with a brother like Jiang Minghuang, it is even more impossible to die.

Maybe God couldn't bear it, he continued to wander in this world.

one day soon.

Gu Changqing suddenly met an old man who looked kind and immortal.

The old man put his finger on his forehead, and said with joy on his face: "You are the innate sword embryo that has never existed. Would you like to worship me as a teacher and follow me into the swordsmanship?"*