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"You also know that this old ancestor is dead, and he said such angry words."

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

Wang Yanqing turned to look.

It was a tall, tall old man in a white robe.

Wang Haoran, one of the only two nine palaces in the Daluo royal family.

"No one can change you, boy."

Wang Haoran put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to Wang Yanqing's side, looked at the beautiful female corpse lying in the bronze coffin, and said softly, "This old ancestor has already died, and the remaining power can only change your body, this is you. The reason for the change in appearance.

However, the ancestors who have long 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 be well aware, child."

Wang Haoran glanced at her and said softly, "Absorb the power of your ancestors to keep your body and soul pure. During this 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, a real Wang Yanqing."

"your hair?"

Saying that, the old man raised his right hand and pointed to Wang Yanqing's waist-length black hair, "You mean, you used to like to tie your hair up and tie it into a single ponytail, but now you always unconsciously. It spreads up to your 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, "This old man takes it seriously, because if you accept the gift from your ancestor, your will will be affected.

That would be inconsistent with the content of the ancient books handed down by the ancestors. This is a very serious matter.

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

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

The end result I got was a false alarm.

Da Luo has long abolished the hair bow 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 a family elder, a playmate of the same age, or a street vendor, they all make it clear that before you met that person, the Wang family Xiaoyanqing before the age of 12 had always had black hair that reached her waist... From, no, no ,send. "

When it comes to the last four words, the old man is very serious.

"Um?"

Wang Yanqing's pupils shrank slightly.

"Since when did you tie a high ponytail?"

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

"..."

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

That is, childhood.

...

...

"Yuan An, Yuan An."

On the bustling and bustling streets of Beijing, people come and go, and the flow is endless.

A boy with red hair and red eyes, holding the hand of a black-haired girl, looked at the streets and alleys, and did not return to his senses 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 the other party's gaze.

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

She dresses up like a middle-of-the-roader, or a woman in the escort.

In the impression of ordinary people, this type of woman should be full of handsomeness and heroic appearance.

However, the gentle smile on the red-clothed woman's face, and the skillful movement of picking vegetables, seemed like a considerate and virtuous young wife.

"Susu-"

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

"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 beside her turned her head sideways, looked at the longing expression on his face, and was slightly taken aback.

Then came the anger.

"Hey, don't look!"

The next moment, the bulging 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 men can't be beaten in the head? And you're still a woman, how can a man's head be beaten by a woman?"

"Eh?!"

When the girl saw his excited look, she was a little frightened, and she stumbled backwards when she stepped back.

"Qingqing!"

Seeing this, the young man stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to grab her and supported her, but he still had a displeased expression on his face, "There is no next time, women can't hit men on the head, you have to remember."

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"Yoyo, sister, take a look at your little Yanqing, those eyes have been staring at the dresser today, look, I'll say it, women love red makeup, this is a talent, it will automatically wake up when you get older ."

"You... Qing'er, don't pay any attention to your aunt, come, come here to mother."

"mother……"

"What's wrong?"

"I want to brush my hair."

"what?"

"The kind with a braid."

"Okay, auntie is here to help you, your mother is very stupid...hey, like this!"

"Not like that."

"Oh, it's not a braid, then I'll untie... this kind of ponytail?"

"no."

"Oh, and it's not a low ponytail. It's very gentle to say that, then... like this?"

"No, just a little higher."

"so?"

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

"Haha, so our little Yanqing likes high ponytails."

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"Is that really what you like? Or does he like it?"

Underground Mausoleum.

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, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, not knowing what to do.

"So, do you remember?"

Wang Haoran's voice was calm, "You don't like a single ponytail at all. Since you were a child, the original you, the original you, liked to spread out and reach your waist. The reason why you changed it to a single ponytail was just to cater to that red boy. I just want to please each other.”

"..."

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

"and also."

Wang Haoran raised his finger and pointed under the corner of her right eye, "The scar on the corner of your eye wasn't something you wanted to keep, just because that stinky brat likes dashing women, so you deliberately slashed a knife on your face. Scar, highlighting the heroic spirit.

It's so sad..."

The white-robed old man shook his head gently, "To be honest, I don't know anything about you and that Chi family boy. I thought you two should be a beautiful couple, but I didn't expect it to be so ridiculous and pathetic."

"What's so funny?!"

Wang Yanqing stared at him stubbornly, and a bit of anger appeared in his beautiful black eyes.

Wang Haoran was keenly aware of this hostility. Instead of being annoyed, he showed admiration on his face and said, "Isn't it sad? Because of what he likes, you deliberately make yourself become what you want. Such love, Isn't it sad 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 family elders on her face.

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

The smile on Wang Haoran's face gradually subsided, and finally he sighed, "Accommodating each other, managing love? That means that the two of you are not suitable enough. A truly perfect love does not require any accommodation by either of you.

If you need it, it's not enough.

And you, Yan Qing, you chose to rebel against the family because of such an unsuitable object, and gave up so many... Alas, it was in vain for me to overcome all the opinions and help you carry this matter. "

"Um?"

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

"Do you think you could really use one mouth and a few words to convince the clan elders to let you marry Chi Yuanan?"

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

"It's you?"

Wang Yanqing's face showed disbelief, "Back then, it was the ancestor who helped me behind the scenes?"

"certainly."

Wang Haoran nodded lightly, "I heard about you at that time, and I remembered who I was back then, but unlike you, I failed to resist the family successfully. I abandoned the woman I love and chose what the family planned. object of marriage.

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

The tragedy I experienced, I don't want others to experience it again.

So I helped you, I thought I made a 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 they were looked down upon, sigh..."

The white-robed old man sighed, "I feel worthless for you."

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

Wang Yanqing clenched her fists tightly, her body trembled, her brows twitched, and she gritted her teeth, "He loves me, I love him, I feel worth it, that's enough, you don't need to make irresponsible remarks! , 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, your face is stubborn and stubborn, and there is no respect for the elders in his eyes, let alone. What is called gentleness.

This is a good thing.

Because you are not a gentle woman.

Your previous gentleness was just that Chi Yuanan who liked gentle women, and you kept forcing yourself to become that kind of woman, trying to make yourself look like he liked.

But why change?

Stubborn, rude, indifferent, resolute, not sticking to the rules, not following the rules, looking down on the so-called elders of the family, and having a stronger personality than many men... This is the original you, the original Wang Yanqing.

The most important thing is that in the face of the turbulent times, the Wang family does not need any gentle women.

Now you are the one the Wang family needs.

Yan Qing. "

Wang Haoran raised his right hand, patted her shoulder lightly, and smiled admiringly: "The content of the ancient books is not wrong, absorbing the power of the ancestors will never change a person's will, but will return to the origin and return to the original nature of character.

Today you, after the baptism of the power of the ancestors, are getting rid of their dross, gradually erasing all the influence of outsiders on you, and preparing to return to the original self, and "recognizing yourself" will be of great benefit for you to step into the ninth palace level in the future.

No longer accommodating others, and choosing to be her own Wang Yanqing is the best Wang Yanqing.

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

continue.

Although you are good enough, and the speed of absorbing the power of the ancestors is also very good, but seven stars are not enough. "

The white-robed old man smiled, retracted his right hand, and turned away.

"..."

On the other hand, Wang Yanqing stood there, looking at the back of the old man who was walking away, her pupils were trembling.

"Has it been... have I been accommodating him?"

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

"We accommodated each other. We accommodated each other for a better love. He also accommodated me... Yes?"

Wang Yanqing muttered to himself.

In my mind, the bits and pieces I had with the red-haired man in the past, like a revolving lantern, began to replay and replay...

After looking at them one by one.

Yes?

Yes... right?

Have it?

"Ahhhh!!!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, Wang Yanqing's face was hideous, and he turned around and punched the bronze coffin. There was a loud noise and a strong shock aftermath, causing the entire underground tomb to be shaken.

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

"..."

"I'm sorry, ancestor, Yan Qing is rude."

After a long while, the woman in red lowered her head, supported the edge of the coffin, knelt on her knees, and kowtowed several times at the bronze coffin, her voice hoarse.

"sorry!"

She kept kowtowing until she broke her forehead, and the stone steps were covered in blood without stopping.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of kowtow constantly echoed in the silent underground mausoleum.

a long time.

On the stone steps, fresh blood flows, layer by layer.

"call--"

Wang Yanqing, who was kneeling in front of the bronze coffin, looked blank, raised his head and took a deep breath.

This now-beautiful face of hers is not only not terrifying against the backdrop of fresh blood, but rather poignantly beautiful against the contrast of her fair skin and scarlet blood.

"Ancestor, Yan Qing is ignorant. Since he was twelve years old, he has gone astray and was bound by a shackle called "love"."

"call--"

Having said this, Wang Yanqing took a deep breath again, her voice was as heavy as thunder, and determination and determination gradually emerged in her black eyes.

Then.

The red-clothed woman slowly took off the red coat on her body, and with a shock of her right hand, she burst out with skill, directly shaking the whole red-clothed into powder, scattered on the ground, and went away with the wind.

"Release the old shackles of the past, and today I know that I am who I am."

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

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

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

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

"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 glamorous female corpse.

"boom!"

The bloodlines were connected, and a magnificent pressure erupted from the inside of the coffin, and the blood-colored light exploded, completely engulfing Wang Yanqing's tall figure and the coffin!

The inheritance of the power of the ancestors, continue!

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"Um?"

Lu Cun attracts the stars.

The sky is full of stars, but the moon is not seen.

On the top of the mountains, the clouds are shrouded in mist.

Li Guanqi stepped out of the space portal in one step, and then stood there, looking in a trance.

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

Saoirse stood by, looking at him curiously.

"Uh, no, nothing."

Li Guanqi shook his head slightly.

"I was just a ghost, and suddenly I remembered an old friend. I don't know why I remembered her. Although, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"One who treats me well...Senior sister."

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Chapter 508: The Ancestral Land of the Wang Family, Wang Yanqing