Red Heart Survey

There is indeed no bright moon at night in Senhai Yuanjie.

Not even the stars exist.

Yuheng star can only be seen during the day.

However, judging from the scene of Dragon God Yingzuo, Yuhengxing is not the source of light in this world.

The stars and the moon at night are all in my hometown.

Senhai Yuanjie has its own complexity.

But the scene where Guan Yan lost his figure only made people see loneliness.

The loneliness of being alone in a foreign land for five hundred years.

There is only a little true spirit left, the loneliness wandering in the cracks of the world.

I have looked at the bright moon for five hundred years, but the bright moon has disappeared.

Has he ever regretted it?

Su Qiyun caught the slowly falling Jishenyu, and couldn't help but think of this question in her heart.

In the current Jishen jade, there is a bit of Xiaoyu's true spirit. She tightly covered this Jade of Sending God, for fear of losing it.

Frost has disappeared.

Only Jiang Wang's fireworks and dragon incense were still burning quietly.

The three of them had their own concerns, so they waited until dawn.

There was no accident on the way back to the land of the shadow of the gods.

Qing Qishu's body was sent back to the family, and there was a lot of crying.

This guy who is bluffing on weekdays actually has a good relationship with many people. Because people know that although he seems stinky and shameless, he has never had any bad intentions.

Qing Bazhi looked up at the sky, not wanting others to see his red eyes. The two of them usually have the most conflicts and are tit-for-tat, but they have never really hated.

Qing Jiuye didn't say a word, just took Qing Qishu from Jiang Wang's arms.

Qing Hua looked at Qing Qishu's eyes that were always closed, and opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk, nor is she dumb. But as the Holy Maiden of Blue, she serves the Dragon God, and at important moments, she must convey the divine will of the Dragon God, so she cannot talk to people other than priests, lest she "pollute" the divine will.

"Did Qishu say anything?" Qing Jiuye asked.

His question was actually asked for Qing Hua. It was also for the dead Qing Qishu.

After all, who doesn't know what Qing Qishu thinks about Qing Hua?

"He said." Jiang Wang said: "The world of Senhaiyuan is very big. After the blue and white, you can go to the end of the world to have a look."

Qing Hua didn't look up.

The crowd parted ways.

The old priest approached tremblingly.

She is very old and cannot walk easily.

In Jiang Wang's eyes, this image gradually overlapped with the beautiful and pure girl in Guan Yan's memory.

Seeing Qing Qishu's body, the old woman paused, but continued to walk forward.

There was a very real sadness in the eyes, but it was quickly wiped away.

She looked at the three of Jiang Wang kindly: "Thank you for your hard work."

She is Qing Qishu's aunt, but she is also a priest of the Senhai Saint Clan.

This unusual strength reminded Jiang Wang of what Guan Yan said.

"The years are long, and we all need to suffer. If she knows that I still have my true spirit, she won't be able to hold on."

How much she has undertaken and sacrificed for the Senhai Saint Clan.

No one knows except Guan Yan.

Among the current Senhai Saint Clan, only she has experienced the dark period. Those crimes and history are only on her shoulders.

Once upon a time, she was also a girl who admired her lover, with only tenderness in her eyes.

She carried the entire Senhai Saint Clan forward alone, so she dared not be weak, she could not be weak.

Jiang Wang settled down and said, "I'll trouble you to open the altar, and we'll leave from here."

"Sure, this way please."

Su Qiyun and Wu Quji didn't speak, and Jiang Wang was their representative.

"Before that, I want to go to the bookstore. I have some doubts and need to find the answer in the records of the nobles. Is it okay?" Jiang Wang asked.

The old priest hesitated for a moment: "Of course."

She ordered: "Qinghua, lead the two envoys to the altar and wait."

Then he said to Jiang Wang, "Come with me."

Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked at Jiang Wang, seeing him nodding, they followed Qing Hua.

Jiang Wang followed the old woman to the bookstore of the Senhai Saint Clan.

He knew that the priest must have something to say if he deliberately wanted to lead him the way himself.

"After the Forest of Hanging Heads came back, the other two envoys trusted you very much. When facing Yan Xiao, you must have made a great contribution. Perhaps, you are better than I imagined." The old woman chatted as she walked .

Jiang Wang himself didn't notice this.

"It's everyone working hard together, very desperately." He said.

The old woman continued to chat: "Su Qi is a girl. Well, she looks pretty."

Jiang Wang explained: "During the battle, Yan Xiao smashed the magic weapon to hide his appearance, so I only knew."

"I know it must be very difficult." The old woman repeated again: "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Wang is not humble.

There is no need to say how difficult and tragic the battle was, as the traces of Qing Qishu's body can prove it.

"I thought she would ask me about 'Invasion of the Night', but she didn't."

The old woman casually talked about Su Qiyun, but after a pause, she suddenly asked: "Did he leave something in the Hanging Skull Forest?"

The previous one was Su Qiyun. The latter one, of course, is Guan Yan.

Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old lady was keenly aware of something.

Jiang Wang was silent.

Silence is the answer.

Can't answer.

"I see," said the old woman.

She didn't let herself get too deep in her emotions.

Zhuan said: "He can always arrange everything and take good care of you. He is a reassuring man."

"You, if you have a girl you like, you might as well learn about it."

She shook her head: "What you taught Qishu, no."

Jiang Wang felt very embarrassed, he didn't expect that the old woman's ear of Meng Qingqishu's good match making methods would be spread to the ears of the old woman.

The library has arrived.

The priest stopped under the tree: "I'll wait for you at the altar."

She didn't ask Jiang Wang's real purpose for coming to the study, didn't ask if it was related to Guan Yan, and didn't ask what Guan Yan left behind.

She trusts all of Guan Yan's decisions.

Even if something is hidden from her, it must be out of love.

Jiang Wang stood for a while, calming down the complicated emotions in his heart, and then walked into the study. According to the clues given by Guan Yan, he found a moon-white monk's robe.

Nothing special.

It has not been corrupted for a long time, probably because of the special nature of this bookstore.

Putting away the monk's clothes, Jiang Wang left here.

He didn't turn a single page of the various records in the bookstore.

They were all sorted out by Guan Yan, and it was impossible to find any clues that Guan Yan didn't want them to find.

...

In front of the altar of the tree, crowds gathered.

Jiang Wang thought that they would leave quietly, as if they had come quietly.

At most, Qing Jiuye, Qing Bazhi and a few other people in contact will come and give it to them.

But unexpectedly, almost the entire Senhai Saint Clan came.

Crowd the altar of the tree to the brim.

Of course, there are less than 3,000 members of the Senhai Saint Clan.

It is far from the scale of sweeping the source world of Senhai in the dark period.

"All the saint clansmen will come to see you off." The old priest stood in front of the altar and said to them: "Thank you for your contribution to the Senhai saint clan, and thank you for sacrificing your life. May the Dragon God bless you all .”

Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, just like the time they accepted the identity verification of the Dragon God.

But the difference is that at this time the altar is crowded with people.

Men and women, big and small.

People looked at them, full of gratitude.

Everyone bowed their heads and caressed their hearts at this moment: "May the Dragon God bless you all!"

Until this moment, in this kind of sacredness and solemnity, Jiang Wang and the others really felt that they had indeed saved this place.