Global Weird

"You also know that this ancestor is dead, and you still say such angry words."

Suddenly, in the darkness in the distance, came the voice of an old man.

Wang Yanqing turned her head to look.

It was a tall old man in a white robe with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Wang Haoran, one of the only two Jiugong ranks in the Daluo royal family.

"Nobody can change you, kid."

Wang Haoran walked slowly to Wang Yanqing with his hands behind his back, looked at the beautiful female corpse lying in the bronze coffin, and said softly: "This ancestor has long since died, and the remaining power can only change your body, this is you Causes of appearance changes.

However, the ancestors who have passed away can never change your will. The current you is just returning to the original you. "

"She changed me!"

Wang Yanqing emphasized in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

Wang Haoran smiled lightly, "Are you lying to the old man, or are you lying to yourself?"

"Um?!"

Wang Yanqing frowned slightly.

"You should know very well, child."

Wang Haoran glanced at her, and said softly: "Absorb the power of the ancestors, so that your body and soul will continue to become pure. In the process, all the influence of outsiders will be washed away, and you will become your original self. A Wang Yanqing who is not influenced by outsiders, the real Wang Yanqing."

"your hair?"

As he spoke, the old man raised his right hand and pointed to Wang Yanqing's waist-length black hair like a waterfall, "You mean to say that you used to like to tie your hair up and tie it into a single ponytail, but now you always unconsciously The hair reaches the waist, so you think it was the ancestor who changed your will?"

"This is one of them."

Wang Yanqing said coldly.

"You've mentioned this to me many times."

Wang Haoran stood with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "I attach great importance to it, because if you accept the gift from the ancestors, your will will be affected, and it will not match the content of the ancient books passed down by the ancestors. This is a very serious matter.

Because if this one thing is wrong, it means that other things may also be different.

Therefore, after you mentioned it for the first time, the old man conducted multiple verifications.

In the end, the result I got was a false alarm.

Da Luo has long since abolished the hair tie ceremony and related rules. How a person wants to do his hair has nothing to do with age, and so does the Wang family.

However, whether it is the elders of the family, playmates of the same age, or street vendors, they all clearly stated that before you met that person, Xiao Yanqing of the Wang family before the age of 12 had always had black hair reaching her waist... never, no, tied ,send. "

When it came to the last four words, the old man pronounced his words very heavily.

"Ok?"

Wang Yanqing's pupils shrank slightly.

"Since when did you wear a high ponytail?"

Wang Haoran continued, pretending to think for a while, "Well... it seems, it seems, that kid surnamed Chi took you out to play, and then he saw a woman on the road and said something casually, while you looked at that single girl. The back of a woman with a ponytail, since then, your hair has become a ponytail, right?"

"..."

Wang Yanqing stared blankly at the old man, but her eyes were not focused, and countless memories flooded her mind in an instant.

That is, childhood.

……

……

"Yuan'an, Yuan'an."

On the bustling and bustling streets of the capital city, people come and go in an endless stream.

A boy with red hair and red pupils was holding the hand of a black-haired girl, looking at the streets and alleys, without recovering for a long time.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

The little girl who didn't respond after shouting for a long time glared at him angrily, and then followed his gaze.

It was a young woman standing in front of a vegetable market stall, wearing a capable light red dress, with black hair tied up in a high ponytail.

She dresses up like a person in the rivers and lakes, or a girl from the escort agency.

In the impression of ordinary people, this kind of woman should be full of handsomeness and heroism.

However, the gentle smile on the face of the woman in red, and the skillful movements of picking vegetables, seemed to be a considerate and virtuous young wife.

"Susu-"

The breeze blew past, blowing the treetops, and also blowing the hair of the woman's ponytail.

"it is good……"

The red-haired boy's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help saying: "Okay, so beautiful..."

"Eh?"

The black-haired girl next to him turned her head to the side, looked at the longing expression on his face, and was slightly taken aback.

And then there's the rage.

"Hey, don't look!"

The next moment, the angry black-haired girl suddenly slapped the red-haired boy on the head.

"what are you doing?!"

The red-haired boy who was beaten showed anger, and glared at the girl angrily, "Don't you know that a man's head can't be hit? And you are a woman, how can a man's head be hit by a woman?"

"Eh?!"

Seeing his agitated appearance, the girl was a little frightened, and when she stepped back, she staggered and fell backwards.

"Qingqing!"

Seeing this, the young man hurried forward, stretched out his hand to hold her and supported her, but his face still had a displeased expression, "There will be no next time, a woman can't hit a man on the head, you have to remember it."

……

……

"Yoyo, sister, take a look at your little Yanqing, her eyes are staring at the dresser all the time today, look, let me tell you, women love red makeup, this is a talent, it will automatically awaken when you reach the age .”

"You...Qing'er, don't talk to your aunt, come, come to mother's place."

"mother……"

"what happened?"

"I want to brush my hair."

"what?"

"The kind with a braid."

"Okay, my aunt is here to help you, your mother is very clumsy...hey, this way!"

"Not like that."

"Oh, it's not braids. Then I untie... this kind of ponytail?"

"No."

"Oh, it's not a low ponytail either. It's very gentle to say so, so... so?"

"No, it should be higher."

"so?"

"Yes! That's it! That's it!"

"Haha, it turns out that our little Yanqing likes high ponytails."

……

……

"Is that really what you like? Or is it what he likes?"

Underground tomb.

Wang Haoran, an old man in a white robe, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Yanqing beside him, and asked softly.

Wang Yanqing closed her eyes and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, not knowing why.

"So, remember?"

Wang Haoran said in a calm voice, "It's not that you like single ponytails yourself. Since you were a child, the original you, the original you, like to let loose ponytails up to your waist. The reason why you changed to single ponytails later is just to cater to that Chijia kid. It’s all about trying to please the other party.”

"..."

Wang Yanqing opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.

"and also."

Wang Haoran raised his finger and pointed at the corner of her right eye, "The scar on the corner of your eye was not what you wanted to leave, but because that brat likes a heroic woman, you deliberately cut a knife on your face." Scars, highlighting the heroic spirit.

It's so sad..."

The old man in white robe shook his head lightly, "To be honest, I don't know anything about you and that kid from the Chi family. I thought you two should be a beautiful couple, but I didn't expect it to be so ridiculous and pathetic."

"Where is it ridiculous?!"

Wang Yanqing stared at him firmly, a bit of hostility appeared in her beautiful black eyes.

Wang Haoran was keenly aware of this hostility, and instead of being annoyed, he showed admiration on his face, and then said: "Isn't it sad? Because what he likes, you deliberately make yourself into what he likes. This kind of love, Isn't that pathetic enough?"

"Accommodating each other is the way to manage love!"

Wang Yanqing's voice sank.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Hearing this, Wang Haoran raised his head and laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the empty mausoleum.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Yanqing's expression became more and more unhappy, and there was no respect for the elders of the family on his face.

"I'm laughing at how stupid you are."

The smile on Wang Haoran's face gradually subsided, and finally he sighed, "Accommodate each other, manage love? That means you two are not suitable enough, and a love that is truly perfectly matched does not require any accommodation from either party.

If it needs to, it's not adequate enough.

And you, Yan Qing, you chose to rebel against the family because of such an unsuitable partner, and gave up so much... Sigh, it was in vain for me to help you carry this matter over all the time. "

"Ok?"

Wang Yanqing was startled, "What do you mean?"

"Do you think you could really convince the elders of your family to let you marry Chi Yuan'an with just one mouth and a few words?"

Wang Haoran looked at her, shook his head and laughed, "You don't really think that you can convince people with a loud voice, do you?"

"It's you?"

Wang Yanqing showed disbelief, "Back then, you were the ancestor who helped me behind my back?"

"of course."

Wang Haoran nodded lightly, "I heard about you at that time, and I remembered me back then, but unlike you, I failed to resist the family. I abandoned the woman I loved and chose the family plan. marriage partner.

Later, I could only laugh and drink fine wine at her wedding banquet, and finally spilled the wine on my face on purpose to hide the tears in the corners of my eyes.

I don't want others to experience the tragedy I experienced.

So I helped you, I thought I made a married couple, but I didn't expect that I just helped a silly girl, I only know how to accommodate others, but I don't know if I have been taken seriously by others, alas..."

The old man in white robe sighed, "I feel worthless for you."

"I, I don't need you to feel for me."

Wang Yanqing clenched her fists tightly, her body was trembling, she frowned, she gritted her teeth and said, "He loves me, I love him, I think it's worth it, that's enough, I don't need you to talk nonsense! No need , do you understand?! Stop talking!"

"very good."

Wang Haoran looked at her with a smile on his face, "Look at you now, you are so different from you a few months ago, with a stubborn and stubborn face, no respect for elders in your eyes, let alone What is so-called tenderness.

This is a good thing.

Because you are not a gentle woman.

Your gentleness before was just that Chi Yuanan liked a gentle woman, and you kept forcing yourself to be that kind of woman, trying to make yourself into what he liked.

But why change?

Stubborn, rude, indifferent, resolute, non-conformist, not following the rules, looking down on the so-called elders of the family, stronger than many men... This is the original you, the original Wang Yanqing.

Most importantly, facing the turbulent current situation, the Wang family does not need any gentle woman.

The you you are today is what the Wang family needs.

Yan Qing. "

Wang Haoran raised his right hand, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and smiled appreciatively: "There is nothing wrong with the content of the ancient books, and absorbing the power of the ancestors will never change a person's will, but will only return to the source and return to the original nature of character.

Now you, after being baptized by the power of your ancestors, are getting rid of the dross, gradually erasing all the influence of outsiders on you, and preparing to return to your original self, and "recognizing yourself" will be of great benefit to you stepping into the Nine Palaces in the future.

The Wang Yanqing who no longer accommodates others and chooses to be herself is the best Wang Yanqing.

After all, the Law Shrine will not open the door for a guy who can't even recognize himself.

continue.

Although you are already good enough and the speed at which you absorb the power of your ancestors is also very good, but seven stars are far from enough. "

The old man in white robe smiled, withdrew his right hand, turned and left.

"..."

But Wang Yanqing stood where he was, looking at the back of the old man who was getting further and further away, his pupils trembling constantly.

"I've been...have I been accommodating him?"

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"We accommodate each other, we accommodate each other for better love, and he also accommodates me... yes?"

Wang Yanqing muttered to herself.

In my mind, the bits and pieces of getting along with that red-haired man in the past, like a revolving lantern, began to replay and replay...

After reading them one by one.

Yes?
There are... right?

Have it?
"Ahhhh!!!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, Wang Yanqing turned ferociously, turned around and punched hard on the bronze coffin. There was a loud noise and strong shock aftershock, shaking the whole underground tomb.

However, the bronze coffin was obviously not extraordinary. Under the mighty force of the seven-star warrior, there was no movement except for a slight shaking.

"..."

"I'm sorry, Patriarch, Yan Qing was rude."

After a while, the woman in red lowered her head, leaned on the edge of the coffin, kneeled on the ground, and kowtowed several times towards the bronze coffin, her voice hoarse.

"sorry!"

She kept kowtowing until her forehead was broken, and the stone steps were covered with blood without stopping.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of kowtow continued to echo in the silent underground tomb.

a long time.

Blood flowed on the stone steps, layer by layer.

"call--"

Kneeling in front of the bronze coffin, Wang Yanqing's eyes were blank. She raised her head and took a deep breath. Blood slid from her forehead to the tip of her nose and flowed to both sides of her face.

Her face, which had become incomparably beautiful now, was not only not frightening against the backdrop of blood, but it was somewhat poignant under the contrast of fair skin and scarlet blood.

"Ancestor, Yan Qing is ignorant. Since she was 12 years old, she has gone astray and been bound by a shackle called 'love'."

"call--"

Having said that, Wang Yanqing took another deep breath, her voice was as heavy as thunder, and perseverance and determination gradually emerged in her black eyes.

then.

The woman in red slowly took off the red coat on her body, and with a shake of her right hand, she exploded skillfully, directly shaking the whole red dress into dust, scattered it all over the ground, and went away with the wind.

"Get rid of the old shackles of the past, and you will know who I am today."

Taking off the red coat, Wang Yanqing, who was only wearing a white singlet, knelt in front of the bronze coffin, with an expressionless face and an indifferent voice.

"Yuan An is dead, I should have let it go."

"In the future, I will no longer be confused by the obsessions of the past."

"I am the Wang family, and I will take the rise of the Wang family as my duty."

"Please entrust your strength to me with confidence."

After Wang Yanqing finished speaking, she raised her right hand, reached into the bronze coffin, and gently touched the forehead of the beautiful female corpse.

"boom!"

The blood was connected, and a majestic coercion erupted from the inside of the coffin, and the bloody light exploded, completely engulfing Wang Yanqing's tall figure and the coffin!

Inheritance of the power of the ancestors, continue!

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"Ok?"

Lucun leads the stars.

The sky is full of stars, but the moon is gone.

The top of the mountains is shrouded in clouds and mist.

Li Guanqi stepped out of the space portal in one step, then stood in place with a dazed expression.

"What's the matter, Mr. Li?"

Saoirse stood by, watching him curiously.

"Uh, no, nothing."

Li Guanqi shook his head lightly.

"It's just a coincidence that I suddenly remembered an old friend. I don't know how I remembered her. Although, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"A senior sister who treats me very well."