Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 977 Strange Flowing Cloud Patterns

Now the way to prevent Gong Qingying and Goshawk from merging into one is to delay the promotion of Ying Mei Jue.

Because even if she doesn't practice, as long as the Shadow Charm Art absorbs the shadow power, it will automatically improve, and with the improvement of Goshawk Shadow Charm Art, he will naturally be compatible with her, and they will still be one.

It would be impossible to ask him to stop practicing now. Shadow Puppet is in his dantian space, and every time he is promoted, his cultivation base will be improved accordingly. As the tide rises, all boats rise. Even if he stands still, his cultivation will be very fast.

Gong Qingying had to find a way to sort out their master-servant relationship, so that she could practice the Ying Mei Jue to the Great Perfection with peace of mind.

"Master, your cultivation is behind!" Goshawk teased.

"But your junior martial artist hasn't improved either?!" Gong Qingying looked at him solemnly: "Don't practice Yingmei Jue for now, let's promote the martial artist first!"

"Okay!" Goshawk's tone was very gentle, even a bit coquettish, he looked at the beautiful face engraved in his soul affectionately, his eyes gradually became cold.

He tentatively said: "Then do you want to tell your ancestors about your early marriage? If your ancestors know that you married behind her back, I'm afraid it's not good?"

Gong Qingying nodded. The old ancestor is the oldest elder of the Gong family. He not only loves her very much, but also supports her and Yu Jingkong's marriage. As long as she testifies, their wedding will be considered a success.

"I'm about to tell you about this. You send a message to the ancestor about the location of this place, and let her come back for dinner sometime. I will tell her about it!"

"Okay!" Goshawk accepted the order with a light smile, then turned and left immediately.

Cangyuanzong, surrounded by clouds and mist, is inside a Qionglou Yuyu.

After Gong Xuanzi received Goshawk's message, she immediately asked her personal servants to pack Gong Qingying's wedding supplies.

In the past few days, although she was in the Cangyuan Sect, she was always following Youlin Island's competition. After the wedding date was confirmed, she was busy buying the dowry for her granddaughter.

Yesterday when she heard that her granddaughter fainted in an alchemy competition, she was frightened into chaos, but thinking that her granddaughter's Fengguanxiapei hadn't arrived yet, and thinking that Yu Jingkong was here, she didn't go to see her granddaughter in time.

The promotion of the Gong family to the second-class family was originally supposed to be promoted more than 400 years ago, but because she was robbed by the white crow, she was never promoted, and the Gong family suffered from the eyes of other families. When the clouds open and the moon shines.

While Gong Xuanzi was anxiously waiting for the maid to pack up her belongings, a maid came over holding a white brocade box: "Uncle Master, this servant found a strange brocade box in the inner hall, it does not seem to be the gift box you prepared for the Patriarch of the Palace! "

Gong Xuanzi took the white brocade box, looked at the strange flowing cloud patterns on it, and felt a little strange, she glanced at the maid cautiously: "Go and pack your things first!"

"Yes!" The maid walked back obediently and continued to pack the wedding items.

Gong Xuanzi took the box and walked towards the side hall, making sure that there was no one around, and hurriedly opened the box.

Inside the box was a palm-sized purple token and a thick yellowed letterhead.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Gong Xuanzi immediately burst into tears, her hands trembled, and even her rouged red lips trembled.

After reading the yellowed letter paper, Gong Xuanzi held it and the purple token tightly in her hand, and the crystal teardrops fell on the purple token. A ray of purple light floated from the purple token and fell into the center of Gong Xuanzi's eyebrows, with a dazed expression. The cruel picture of the dark sky, the mourning people everywhere, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerges before our eyes.

Gong Xuanzi saw a handsome man riding a moon-white dragon, holding a sword in one hand, and flying towards her with a bloody woman in a purple skirt in the other.

(End of this chapter)