Painting of the Nine Immortals

That year, Ling Xian first entered the Great Zhou Dynasty, and forged hatred with the three princes.

Afterwards, he publicly killed the three princes in the imperial capital, causing the emperor to take the shot himself, and the resentment ended.

Today, the Emperor Zhou was beaten badly by him, and his face was completely lost. In this way, this resentment is completely over.

Ling Xian believes that the lesson given to the emperor today is enough. Presumably the latter half of the life will be spent in humiliation. It was more uncomfortable than killing him.

Moreover, after today, the Seven Princesses will become the emperor of the Da Zhou Dynasty. Even if this person couldn't let go of this hatred, he didn't have the courage to attack Lingxian.

So, what else can he not let go?

"I will stay here for a day. After the seven princesses have ascended the throne tomorrow, I will leave."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and he took a deep look at the old man and said, "Don't play tricks, otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I will wash the royal family blood."

Hearing that, the old man shivered and said in a hurry: "Dare, I and the Emperor have promised that we will never face to face and one behind."

"So much the better."

Ling Xian nodded gently, no longer paying attention to the two men with complex faces, and left towards the house of the Seven Princesses.

After a while, he saw a complex face of the Seven Princesses in the house of the Seven Princesses' residence.

She stood on the house, hitting a robe and blue silk, which fluttered in the wind. That Qiao's face was very complicated, with some intolerance, joy, and shock.

Apparently, she saw everything.

"Everyone said that the emperor's family had no affection. It seems that you have a deep feeling for the emperor." Ling Xian fell on the roof and said lightly.

"I still remember the warmth that was held in his arms when he was a kid. At that time, he liked me very much. No matter how busy the state affairs are, he always comes to accompany me, but I do n’t know when we will change . "

The seventh princess sighed and said, "He has become indifferent, and I have also worked **** my plans, and only want to ascend to the throne."

Hearing that, Ling Xian was silent.

"I made you laugh."

The seven princess laughed at herself and bowed deeply towards Ling Xian, and said, "Thank you for not killing the Father, and for helping me to the throne."

"I said, thank Tsing Yi for thanks."

Ling Xian waved her hand, thinking of the smile on Li Zhe's face, her expression was a bit lonely and a bit sad.

"It's her misfortune to meet you."

Thinking of Lin Qingyi's willingness to give life to Ling Xian, but unwilling to drag him down, the Seven Princesses became angry.

Angry at him, too angry.

"Unfortunate ..."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, recalling what Lin Qingyi had done for himself, and his heart was full of sourness, sighing: "Yeah, it is indeed her misfortune to meet such a bastard.

Seeing his bitter face, the seven princesses' anger disappeared and turned into intolerance. "Sorry, I said something wrong.

"No, you are right."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "Tsing Yi has done too much for me, but I didn't do anything for her."

"Can't say that, your story Tsing Yi told me, you saved her twice."

The seventh princess whispered softly, and said, "Furthermore, Tsing Yi said before she died that she would not regret meeting you."

"Don't regret it ..."

Muttering, Ling Xian was silent. After a moment, he said, "Take me to the Tsing Yi grave to take a look. I want to ... stay with her for a while."

"It's okay to take a look. Come with me."

The Seven Princess secretly rejoiced that she had prepared enough, and then she flew towards the back of the mansion.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

After a while or so, he and the Seven Princesses came to a pine forest.

The scenery here is beautiful, and the scenery is pleasant. Anyone who sees it will be amazed. However, Ling Xian felt that the place was cold and lonely, not a little bit angry.

Just because there is a lone tomb standing deep in the pine forest, three characters are clearly engraved on it.

Lin Qingyi.

The breeze passed, Ling Xian felt colder, and he stared at it so unknowingly that his tears had blurred his vision.

"Oh, what a pain."

The seventh princess sighed and went away, leaving this place to Lingxian.

But he was like a clay figure, unable to move or speak. Only the sight of tears stayed on that lone grave.

It was a long, long time before Ling Xian returned to his senses, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He never dreamed that when he was resurrected against the sky, it would be Xiangxiangyuyu, and heaven and man would never be separated.

"Tsing Yi ... Sorry, I'm late."

Ling Xian sighed and walked slowly. At each step, he went very hard, as if exhausting all his strength.

Obviously this road is only a few dozen steps away, but he seems to have walked a long century.

When he came to the grave, he stood still again.

There was no wailing, no sorrow and sorrow. Some were just silence, deathless silence. Like this lone tomb, lonely and cold, lifeless.

The breeze passed, Lingxian became colder and silenter.

He stretched out his right hand with trembling, slowly stroked the black stele, and stroked the words Lin Qingyi. As if, this can give him a little comfort.

Tears fell, and they fell lightly on the stele.

After that, he said nothing and took out a large jar of spirits from his storage bag.

"Maybe if you're drunk, you won't feel sad."

Muttering, Ling Xian's wrists flipped and aimed the wine jar at her mouth. After that, the spirits entered the internal organs, as if burned, making his face turn red instantly.

But if he didn't realize it, he was still spitting into his stomach, and he seemed to want to be drunk, and he would sleep forever.

However, the more he drank, the more sober he was.

Lin Qingyi's smile on his face flashed in his mind, and the beautiful pictures with her also appeared one by one.

The past is vivid, as if it was yesterday, clearly visible.

It is a pity that the Iraqi people have gone, and they will die forever, leaving Lingxian alone, sad alone.

"Tsing Yi ..."

Ling Xian called softly, then smiled bitterly and drank hard liquor.

However, he just couldn't get drunk, he could only let sadness strike, and his tears fell.

...

The next day, the Seven Princesses ascended the throne and became the new generation of emperors of the Da Zhou Dynasty.

The first thing she took to the throne was to mark her former residence as a forbidden area, and no one was allowed to enter.

The second thing is to make an alliance with Wan Jianzong, to live and die together, to advance and retreat together.

Three days later, the Seven Princess Mansion, which has become a taboo place, walked out of a young man.

His eye sockets were deep, pale, and his body was filled with wine. However, although he looked very decadent, his eyes were not dimmed.

It is Lingxian.

He didn't lose heart, but instead strengthened his conviction to the pinnacle. Because Lin Qingyi didn't want him to die, and because he wanted to bring her back to life.

"Climb to the top, dominate your own destiny, and dominate the destiny of others."

Ling Xian looked at the sun that never faded, and the road to the future became clearer and firmer.

After that, he broke the void with his bare hands and flew towards the three royal families.

The grievances with the Da Zhou dynasty have been completely settled. Next, he should find three royal families and count them as old accounts.