I, White Snake, am not the crumbs of the world!

Ying Ji's heart was still bitter, but she no longer lamented.

She no longer wants to ask for more, as long as she can quietly accompany Master through the last six years, she will be satisfied.

Bai Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, the demon has been eliminated, there is no danger for the time being, so in the next period of time, apart from not being able to show up in front of outsiders, I will always be by your side."

"Ah."

Ying Ji lowered her head shyly.

Peach blossoms and wine, the summer scene, a few breezes blowing, blowing the crisp laughter like orioles.

From the snowstorm in Handan to the romantic garden of Peach Blossom Fairy Island, Song Ji suddenly felt a little calm.

Bai Li is a demon saint with an unknown lifespan, but she is just a mortal who can live to live over a hundred years old. After all, they are not the same way. If that is the case, just watch her and Ying Ji silently.

After a while on Peach Blossom Fairy Island, Ying Ji and Song Ji returned to Xianyang.

The worried courtier and physician Xia Wuzhu saw that they both returned to normal, and they were overjoyed to pay back their wishes to the Gods and Buddhas who had prayed before.

God bless Daqin!

The destiny is in Qin!

This year is the ninth year of Qin Wangji.

This year, when the State of Zhao fell under the vanguard of the Qin army, the State of Qin had officially revealed its tendency to swallow all wastes with arrogance.

Everyone in the world is afraid of the State of Qin, and everyone in the world is afraid of the King of Qin. Only the Great Master Wang Pijiang, who has a good relationship with the King of Qin, has noticed something unusual.

He discovered that King Qin, who was ruthless to his enemies and saw people who were not his ministers, occasionally showed a warm side after he lost his mind in Xianyang.

Perhaps, this cannot be said to be abnormal.

Because it was only at this time that he realized that King Qin was just a 23-year-old woman, who was about the same age as his daughter. Only then did he realize that King Qin was not a cold political machine, but a living person.

Under the leadership of the King of Qin, even if the Great Qin could not establish the Immortal Dynasty, it could last for hundreds of years like the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.

Wang Bijiang was very happy to be born in such a turbulent era and contribute to the reunification of the world.

At the end of the ninth year of Qin Wangji, the Qin army Chen Bing Yishui, Yan Guo was shocked.

In the tenth year of King Qin's concubine, Prince Yan recruited warriors. Zhao Wang said that the little girl changed her makeup and went to Xianyang alone with a map, trying to assassinate King Qin to avenge the country's destruction. The black-clothed guards who followed Fairy Baili in the past obstructed her, but the assassination failed.

In the 11th year of Qin Wangji, Qin Junlian replaced the land and the homeland of Yan State, and the Yan royal family fled to Liaodong.

In the 12th year of Qin Wangji, the Qin army broke through Chu, and the Chu king rushed eastward, moving his capital three times.At the end of the year, the Qin army divided into two groups and wiped out the lingering Yan and Chu countries. Only Qi was still stubbornly resisting.

In the 13th year of Qin Wangji, the Qin king personally conquered, and the Qin army used their lives to surround Linzi. Three months later, the Qi king opened the city and surrendered.

Since the demon chaos, the Zhou family has declined, 500 years of strife, and the heroes of the world do not know how many heroes. Today, Qin Wang Yingji, who is entrusted with the destiny, finally came out of Weihan, swept the world, and engulfed the inner world.

"The great king has virtue and the three emperors, and he has made meritorious deeds over the five emperors. You should call yourself the emperor!"

All of a sudden, all the sects in the world and officials from all over the world came forward to persuade them to advance.

But to everyone's expectation, Qin Wangji actually pressed down the letter.

She has no intention of being the emperor in the world, and even up to now, she has never been married, and she doesn't even have a favorite concubine in the harem.

Although King Qin is a Qi refiner and his lifespan cannot be equal to that of ordinary people, this still caused many people's doubts.

What exactly is King Qin doing?

It wasn't until someone who knew the inside story stepped forward that everyone understood.

It turned out that King Qin was waiting for someone, someone who had passed away for many years and might never come back.

That person's name is Bai Li.

No one knows where she came from. They only know that she helped King Qin repeatedly at the most critical moment, and accompanied King Qin through the wind and rain all the way, but eventually died in the hands of a treacherous villain. .

"Sorry, so sorry."

Hundreds of years later, this story is as deep as the old sword, and it has become an epic love story, which has been widely circulated, making the cruel King Qin a little more cute.

However, no one knew that at this time, King Qin came to the Overseas Peach Blossom Fairy Island alone.

"Master, I did it!"

The sash is fluttering, graceful and graceful, and the feelings of a girl can be seen at a glance.

Bai Li smiled like a flower: "Many people outside want to be a king's woman, but you are better off, come to me at this time."

Ying Ji snorted softly: "I'm going to 'die' in two years. I don't care about the queen."

After all, she looked around.

"Master, isn't the queen mother here?"

In the past few years, because Song Ji practiced too late, in order to get started as soon as possible, she often practiced in Peach Blossom Immortal Island, which is rich in spiritual qi.

Bai Li said: "She should be watering the flowers and plants in the garden now."

Ying Ji was overjoyed immediately: "Then..."

She coyly walked up to Bai Li, then put her arms around Bai Li's neck and sat on her lap.

"I have made such great achievements, and I want to be rewarded by Master!"

"What reward?"

"At least today, I want Master to be that king's woman."

Bai Li chuckled.

"Okay, okay, then relax today and don't think about state affairs."

The bento is to appease Ying Ji's hurt heart in those years, this time, she will give Ying Ji a good surprise.

Wild outing in spring, starting and turning, plowing before and after hoeing, just as it was rising, there was a sudden bang outside.

Ying Ji and Song Ji looked at each other, both a little confused.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come at the right time."

Song Ji wanted to run away in a hurry, and after taking a few steps, she found that Ying Ji was holding her hand.

His expression was very serious, and his tone was very strange.

"No, you're here just in time!"

"Eh?"

Bai Li: "..."

Forcibly give me extra meals, right?

PS: 3300

Asking for a ticket, asking for a blade |?ω?` )

25 Ying Ji Bintian, we will meet again after 500 years【3000】

Bai Li gave Song Ji advice all night. Under such rough and unreasonable perfusion, Song Ji, who had just stepped into the world of cultivation, almost fainted.

At dawn, Song Ji was lying on her side tiredly in a flower garden in Taoyuan.

"Today is just the beginning, you will get used to it in the future."

Bai Li stood up, her eyes swept over Ying Ji who was sitting not far away.

In comparison, Ying Ji is much stronger than Song Ji both in body and soul.

But Ying Ji is the man of destiny, and she can no longer show her face in public, she must die like Zhao Wang said, otherwise the history will be chaotic, the way of heaven, or the demon hiding in the dark will notice the abnormality.

Therefore, Bai Li could only hand over the Peach Blossom Immortal Island and the Nine Saints Yuanling Formation to Song Ji.

Considering she's leaving this era soon, she has to cram Soo Hee.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, let's force the knowledge related to the formation into Song Ji's mind first.

The years to come are long, and Song Ji has plenty of time to slowly understand.

In fact, Bai Li didn't want to make things so troublesome at first, but after careful consideration, she felt that she still had to keep an insurance policy.

After she left this era, she didn't know what danger she would encounter, let alone when she would come back.

I'm afraid I can only rely on the Nine Saints Yuanling Formation.

"I'll do my best."

Song Ji's eyes were slightly squinted, showing exhaustion, she had never been so tired in her life.

But she also knew that since Ying Ji became the man of destiny, what happened today cannot be avoided.

She didn't want Ying Ji to die.

She herself does not want to die.

She hoped that she could always be by Ying Ji and Bai Li's side.

Therefore, no matter how tired she is, she has to persevere.

After all, even if she is tired, she still has hope in her heart, which is much better than the aimless time in Handan.

Bai Li smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Today's cause, today's fruit.

With Song Ji manipulating the Nine Saint Yuan Spirit Formation to protect Ying Ji, she can leave with peace of mind, otherwise she would have to bother to find a trustworthy person.

But how easy is it to find such a person?

What that person has to do is to give up everything in the world and stay alone on the Peach Blossom Fairy Island far away from Middle Earth for a hundred years, or even a thousand years!

God's will is high and difficult to ask, no one knows what heaven's plan is.

But for Daqin and his party, Baili also understands that she is not the only one who is burdened with a past full of regrets in this world. In the torrent of the submerged era, there are more people who are carrying the burden forward.

"Who knows that the wild flowers in the valley will not bloom more beautifully than the peonies in the city?"

In the last year of Daqin, Bai Li accompanied Ying Ji and Song Ji on Peach Blossom Fairy Island at night, admiring flowers, drinking, watching the sea, playing, and surpassing the world.

As soon as the day came, she began to travel around, visiting famous mountains and rivers, high mountains and deep valleys.

This time, it was not for visiting ancient times, nor for nostalgia for the past, she just wanted to see how many saints and demon saints there are still hidden in the world.

To fight against Heavenly Dao and Heavenly Demon, she might not be able to do it alone.

She can't be the Emperor of Human Beings—after all, she's just a white snake, but it's not a problem just to be a matchmaker who can fight those who are willing to fight against the heavens and drive away the demons.

This year is the 14th year of Qin Wangji.

China this year is very different from the past.

The world is unified, and the power of the Qin Empire radiates in all directions, making demons and ghosts kneel down.

Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of the prosperous age, even those who are unwilling, such as the little princess of Zhao State who was rescued by Zhao Shuo's pleading, such as Wei Hu, the clan of Wei State who was exiled in Yandi, have to admit that they are afraid in this life. All have to live under the majesty of the Qin Empire.

There is no other reason, Qin Wang Yingji is really too young, she has fought for fourteen years, and now she is only 28 years old.

As a Qi Refiner, she still has at least 170 years to live.

The Qin Empire built by her is still a ray of sunshine, and there is still a long way to go before it rises to the sky and shines forever.

However, who would have thought that the accident would come so quickly?

The boundary between life and death may be in an instant.

And the sunrise and sunset may only take one year.

The mountain behind Handan City.

Bai Li played the last game of chess with Zhao Cui, the ancestor of the Zhao Kingdom.

"The power to slay the dragon." Zhao Cui shook his head and said, "Friend Bai, if there is a destiny, see you in 500 years."

Bai Li cupped her hands: "Zhao Daoyou, take care."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and finally parted.

Under the setting sun, Zhao Cui stared at the white chess pieces on the chessboard, like an old monk in meditation, without moving for a long time.