Volume 2, Chapter 126 Then write a letter.
Hearing this.
There was a hint of trance in Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes.
What Guanqi just said was still lingering in my mind.
To face the disaster?
A thousand years of solitude.
I am curious about the former and confused about the latter.
She did not see the moment when Guanqi made his move during the day.
But I guessed it.
She had read some books, so naturally she knew something about gods, demons, and monsters in the books.
Now that Guanqi said this, she was shocked and confused at the same time.
Her eyes were always on Ye Tingmu.
She wondered, was all this destined?
Meet him and take on the calamity for him.
But all these confusion and puzzlement are not important to her.
The important thing is that she likes the boy in front of her.
So, she was willing to do anything she could for him.
Even if it goes against your original intention, or something else.
Liking something is unreasonable and illogical.
She didn't want to ask now.
Instead, he retracted his gaze and looked at Guan Qi.
The three brothers and sisters who were watching the chess also looked at Dongfang Qingzhu. They were waiting for her answer.
Dongfang Qingzhu nodded seriously.
"As long as I can help him, I'm willing!"
Her tone was firm, without the slightest wavering.
It seems like a thousand years of loneliness, but in my heart, it is just a moment of passing time.
Guan Qi got the answer with a gratified smile on his face.
She said softly, "Thank you, Sister Qingzhu."
Dongfang Qingzhu shook his head and said, "I should be the one thanking you, because it was you who made me realize that I was useful to him and could help him."
Guanqi still held Dongfang Qingzhu's hand.
"No, Sister Qingzhu, you don't need to thank me. We should thank you. I can't tell you everything right now, but what I can tell you is that brother appeared because of us, and you appeared because of brother."
Qingfeng and Fenghe remained silent.
After they regained their memories, they knew everything.
Whether it is the breeze, the good wind, or watching chess.
They fell due to the calamity, which was just the arrangement of the long river and the way of heaven.
They need to go through this disaster, and as for the secret, only Guanqi should know.
But they knew that Guanqi would not tell them, so they did not ask.
The only thing they have to do now is to return to the realm of Immortal Emperor within a thousand years.
This is what they need to do.
The prerequisite for achieving all this is to leave the lower world and ascend for three days.
Even though they didn't want to leave, they had no choice.
If we stay, the situation will become even more passive a thousand years later.
The same is true for watching chess.
She was one of the few people who knew all this, but the place she was about to go was not for three days.
But the boundary sea.
She is the saint of Changhe Palace and the daughter of the spirit of Changhe.
A long, long time ago.
In the battle at the Boundary Sea, the spirit of the long river was shattered to pieces by the immortal strongman.
Transformed into three spiritual bodies.
She is one of them, and her duty is to guard the great formation of the sea boundary.
Let no one cross the eternal land.
And Dongfang Qingzhu is the spiritual body of the second realm spirit.
As for the third one, she is still in the sea of boundary, but she is her own opposite and the embodiment of the evil of the long river.
The reason why she awakened was because the set time node had arrived.
The great formation of the sea boundary needs her.
That's why she awakened like that.
One day he entered the realm of the Great Emperor.
She was different from Feng He and the others. She entered the reincarnation on her own initiative and just sealed her cultivation on her own.
Her appearance is the last disaster of the world.
As for his brother, Ye Tingmu, he was the man in the prophecy spoken by the world spirit.
In the future, he will lead the Three Heavens, inherit the will of the Realm Spirit, and guard the Realm Sea forever, so that the evildoers in the Eternal Land will not be able to cross the long river.
It was also in the long river of time that she found Ye Tingmu and chose to enter reincarnation.
Just to see what kind of existence this world spirit, that is, the chosen person of his mother, is.
Now she saw it and was satisfied.
10 years of getting along is enough.
This was also the happiest time in her life.
It is time for her to continue to fulfill her mission.
The catastrophe of ten thousand years is approaching, and time is running out.
For Qingfeng and the others, the separation from Ye Tingmu would be no more than 1,000 years at most, but she would be separated from them longer, perhaps for five thousand years, or even ten thousand years.
No one can explain it clearly.
She only knew that after three days of leading a few people, she would be heading to the edge of the faraway sea.
She asked Dongfang Qingzhu, "Are you afraid of being alone for a thousand years?"
I also asked myself, am I afraid of being alone for ten thousand years?
Her answer was also no.
The four of them remained silent.
They knew in their hearts that when dawn came, everything would end.
Dongfang Qingzhu asked: "Are you leaving tonight?"
Guanqi nodded.
"Uh-huh."
As he spoke, Guanqi took out four pieces of rice paper from his storage bag.
He looked at the three of them and said, "How about we each write a letter to Big Brother?"
The three of them nodded heavily.
They all took the rice paper.
Qingfeng held the pen in one hand and scratched his head with the other, looking at Fenghe from time to time.
He asked quietly, "Second brother, what did you write?"
Feng He hurried to cover it up.
"Don't look, or I'll beat you up."
Qingfeng was displeased and complained quietly.
"I am the Taoist Patriarch. You have never been able to beat me before. Don't be so arrogant."
Feng He glared at him.
"Why, I need to practice."
Qingfeng instinctively shrank his head, pursed his lips, and turned his head away tactfully.
The Eastern Qingzhu and Guanqi are in the corner.
I have already picked up the pen and started writing.
Since it was a letter left for Ye Tingmu, he naturally didn't want others to see it.
There are always some whispers.
And also be more attentive.
The thick ink soaked the pen at this moment, and the pen dyed the paper black.
What is written is about parting, what is expressed is reluctance to leave.
Guanqi wrote very seriously, with small and dense characters.
Covered with rice paper.
Perhaps the ink is too light and I can never express all my longing for you, so I wrote so much.
But the letter is short but the feelings are deep.
The night is getting darker.
The candle flame is still dancing.
It's just that the light seemed to be a little dimmer at this moment.
My vision also became a little blurred.
Guan Qi touched the corner of his eyes and found that it was not because of the dim light or his tired eyes.
It's just that there are some extra things on it that shouldn't be there.
It was a little hot, but when it passed across my face it was as cool as the morning dew.
The same was true for the other three.
Dongfang Qingzhu didn't know what to write.
Words should be brilliant and able to express prosperity.
It can depict scenes that are as beautiful as songs and flowers.
It can also depict a love story that is worthy of praise and tears.
It can also record the years and make the landscape look like a painting.
But at this moment, she found that the words in her mind were so pale.
Pale and powerless.
I can’t express even one billionth of what’s in my mind.
She glanced at Ye Tingmu, then narrowed her eyes.
Then I'll write you a poem.
Although her writing skills are not good, she is not very good at writing poetry.
But now she wants to write.
So she started writing.
Guanqi writes about family affairs.
Qingfeng writes about trivial matters.
Feng He's writing tells stories.
What Dongfang Qingzhu pieces together under his pen are his thoughts.
In the deep night, there are always gusts of wind blowing from time to time.
Dahei also couldn't fall asleep.
It heard the conversation between several people from beginning to end.
So, it thought, it should leave a letter for Ye Tingmu as well.
Like them, but also a little different.
Then let’s draw a picture.
It stood up.
He gestured on the wall of the yard.
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