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Chapter 816 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 31
Qing Le: "..."

What did she say?Do you say they are destined, or do you mean the past of these hundreds of years?

He can't practice, he can't live to be 30 every time, meets her again and again, and let her watch him leave with her own eyes again and again... She remembered what the woman said, she said 'every drink and peck is a fixed number'.

Today, Qing Le finally understands that her calamity has just begun.

Ten thousand years ago, she killed her husband to prove the Tao, showed no mercy to her master, ignored her parents and disciples, and finally ascended to immortality by stepping on numerous corpses.

Ten thousand years later, she returned to the beginning.That person didn't hurt her life, didn't destroy her foundation, but simply gave her another look, but she was in a turmoil.

"Long Court..."

"I can't save myself, and I can't save you."

For hundreds of years, she has never been back to Shang Yuanzong, because she knows that the woman will naturally take care of the mess, the master is fine, Shang Yuanzong is fine, everything is thriving.

Qing Le tore off the camouflage, dressed in white, with long hair hanging down.

He raised his hand, hesitated, and covered the young man's hand holding the folding fan: "I have been infected with love, and my Dao roots have been destroyed. Now I can't recover."

Too much forgetfulness, how can it be so easy to cultivate?

From the moment she was fully awake with white hair, her way was ruined.

She claims to be ruthless and cold, and she will not be tempted, but everything just happened so naturally... Abandoning the Dao and rebuilding is not an easy task, especially for her.

Chang Ting was stunned, and opened his mouth: "You..."

Qing Le pursed her lips and looked at him: "Then you don't want to marry the girl from the Li family, you won't hurt her, if you really want to...marry a wife."

"I will marry you."

Qing Le considered carefully: "But I should let you know that I was not good in the past, I killed my husband and son, my teacher and my relatives... I became a fairy, but was dragged down from the fairy way without any effort. It is a demon, not worthy of being a human being."

"When I met you, my soul was imprisoned, and I only acted on instinct."

"When you meet me, you never end well. This has been the case for hundreds of years. I tried to change my fate, but found that I couldn't shake it."

"I've been looking for you."

"If you leave in the future, I will look for you for as long as I have lifespan."

"Changting...do you wish?"

She looked at him with bright eyes and a soft temperament around her.

Changting: "..."

Yue Mo was stunned for a while, and the man smiled brightly: "I just thought everything was a dream, so it turned out to be real?"

"I dreamed that I was always chasing someone. With a wide cloak, I couldn't catch up no matter what."

"So... has it always been you?"

He threw away the folding fan, held her hand behind his back, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and sighed: "It's just Qingle, it's too late."

Qingle froze.

Chang Ting put his hand on her face: "My calamity is about to be over."

"Recently, I have become more sober, and I have been thinking about more and more things. Being a beggar, being a prostitute, being a general, being an emperor... Ninety-nine 81 kalpas, this world is the last kalpa."

"Cultivate the Supreme Dao, seek immortality and longevity."

"Qing Le, if you really have perseverance, then practice hard to catch up, but... I won't wait for you."

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, tyrannical electric currents flowed in the clouds, muffled thunder rolled, the aura of the man became higher and higher, and the long wind blew violently.

He held her face in his hands, and put a kiss on her lips: "Catch up."

When the strong wind blew, he gently pushed Qingle away, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes, and then slowly rose into the air... The royal blue county magistrate's uniform faded away and turned into a golden robe, on which the five-clawed golden dragon came alive General swimming.

Qing Le: "..."

She stood there blankly, watching the man rise higher and higher.

A golden staircase descended from the sky, and the man passed by the people kneeling in fear, and finally glanced at the woman in white, before turning around and stepping up the steps, disappearing into the clouds.

—

Yangchun in March,

It also coincided with Yuanzong's ten-year acceptance ceremony.

Countless seekers from all over the world gathered in front of the mountain gate. Some were dressed in rags, some wore gold and silver, and some were dressed in white... Eh?

The gatekeeper wiped his eyes and looked again.

Among the countless smug faces or frightened faces, a slightly dazed face stood out.

The disciple couldn't help but pushed the disciple next to him: "Hey, what's the matter with that person? Why is he looking at the mountain gate like this? It seems to be searching hard, but also like missing... Is it an acquaintance of Shang Yuanzong?"

The disciple stroked his chin and nodded: "I can't tell."

"Perhaps it is possible that we are from the same sect? Ever since the great war between immortals and demons, many sect elders have packed up their bags and traveled around. In the entire sect, only the six great geniuses of that year guarded it...Damn it, come here."

The two quickly stood up, their faces serious, and they looked very dignified.

The woman in white came from the void, stood still in front of the mountain gate, looked at the big characters of "Shang Yuan Zong", and asked, "Who is the current suzerain? Is Venerable Chang Hao still there?"

A disciple cupped his hands: "I don't know who you are?"

The woman in white paused her hands slightly, and said, "The chief disciple of Venerable Chang Hao, Qing Le."

Venerable Changhao?chief?Big disciple?

The two disciples quickly bowed and saluted: "The disciple has met the master."

Such a senior, no matter what his cultivation level is, in order to show respect, he can only call it this way. Thinking of her question, he quickly answered: "Honor Changhao should be in retreat, and the current suzerain is your little junior brother Shen Zhizhen. .”

"Little Junior Brother?"

"Uh, hundreds of years ago, the suzerain worshiped under the disciple of Venerable Changhao."

Qing Le was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, stopped asking questions, thanked the two disciples, and stepped into the sect.

Stone steps piled with white jade, a huge square, groups of white-clothed disciples practicing swords with green wooden swords, the momentum is overwhelming, cranes fly by in the air, and white-clothed youths sit on their backs...Qing Le's eyes are in a trance.

Someone came over: "Is it Master Qingyue?"

Qing Le regained consciousness, nodded: "Yes."

The disciple bowed and said, "Sect Leader, please."

After a while, the disciple stopped in front of the main hall, Qing Le glanced around, took a deep breath, and entered the door——

"It's you!"

"it's me."

Qing Le pursed her lips.

The corner of the little tree demon's mouth was slightly hooked, and he leaned on the back of the chair: "If you ask, ask your heart; if you ask for the law, please do it yourself."

Qing Le: "...she said that?"

The little tree demon nodded as a matter of course: "My mother expects you to come."

Qing Le: "..."

She looked at the man above the main hall, no, it would be more appropriate to say evildoer, with a face more beautiful than a woman's, wearing a red dress with the neckline wide open, slumped on the chair without a trace of majesty as the master.

Qing Le didn't understand: "Is there no one in Shang Yuanzong?"

With such a dissolute appearance, how can he look like a master!
The little tree demon twitched her eyebrows, and opened her mouth to yell at her. Suddenly, a woman came in at the door, and she became weak in an instant. A gust of wind ran over, hugged the woman with her big arms, and cried, "My lady, someone is bullying me~"

In an instant, a fierce gaze like a sharp sword swept towards her.

Qing Le: "..."

(End of this chapter)