The voices of the two people rang out one after another, and they were so clear in this quiet square.

Then, the two seemed to be looking at

each other. The man with the white jade mask was looking at Ye Wuque through the mask, and Ye Wuque was also looking at him quietly.

After a few breaths, the man with the white jade mask sighed faintly.

"Yes, it's me."

"Qingyang hasn't been here for a long time, and the ancient symbol that entered this Tianmang Peak is his most important treasure."

"You killed Qingyang?"

"And then came here?"

The voice of the junior master was still calm and peaceful, with a hint of etherealness, and he was wearing a mask on his face, and there was no hole on the mask to reveal his eyes, but at this moment he seemed to be staring at Ye Wuque.

"I didn't kill Fang Qingyang."

"I just found two relics that belonged to him, and the ancient symbol is one of them."

Ye Wuque replied faintly.

The junior master stopped talking, and only sighed again after three or five breaths.

"You didn't lie."

"Qingyang was indeed not killed by you."

The junior master said such words, and it seemed that he chose to believe Ye Wuque.

"Fang Qingyang left a will, he said that the peak of Tianmang is the place where his junior master's grave is."

"Then can you tell me where your grave is?"

Ye Wuque's voice sounded again, but he said such a creepy word.

Asking a living person where his grave is?

Isn't this weird?

The junior master with the white jade mask seemed to be slightly startled when he heard it, and then sighed softly: "It should be somewhere in the back..."

The junior master actually answered.

Ye Wuque nodded gently.

That's right!

The junior master of Fang Qingyang wearing a white jade mask in front of him is not a living person at all.

It's just a soul mark!

From his appearance to his opening, Ye Wuque had already fallen into his perception, so Ye Wuque had no surprises or panic from beginning to end.

The junior master's soul mark was left on the ancient throne under him, and it would be activated instantly as long as someone approached.

However, Ye Wuque could see through that the junior master was just a soul mark, but Fang Qingyang at the time could not see through it.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang was extremely surprised and unbelievable!

Why would a person who should only appear in dreams appear alive in front of him?

This is the power of the soul, which makes it impossible for you to distinguish.

This move alone is enough to shock people and make Fang Qingyang sink into it.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang was extremely excited and left those words full of desire and excitement in his diary.

"I came here for your tomb."

"But I didn't expect that you left a soul mark, which made it much easier for me."

Ye Wuque spoke again.

"You didn't kill Qingyang, but you can come here, which is enough to prove that you and I have a little fate."

"I am a person who died a long time ago, and I haven't been so lively for a long time."

"If you have any questions, I will answer them if I can."

The little uncle said so.

And his voice seemed to become relaxed, as if it really hadn't been manifested for a long time, and he felt a little lonely.

Ye Wuque nodded gently, and then he stretched out a finger and pointed at the void.

Buzz! !

Suddenly an image gathered, it was the colorful auspicious cloud!

Endless life!

No regrets even in death!

"Do you remember this pattern?"

Ye Wuque looked at Junior Master, his bright eyes were deep.

Junior Master looked up into the void, his eyes seemed to be fixed on the pattern of the seven-colored auspicious clouds.

"This is..."

Junior Master whispered.

"I seem to have seen it before, but I don't remember."

Soon, Junior Master gave such an answer, with a faint sigh in his tone.

"Don't remember?"

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.

"According to Fang Qingyang, there are several secret treasures buried with you in your tomb. On each secret treasure, there are seven-colored auspicious clouds engraved, which are called seven-colored secret treasures."

While speaking, Ye Wuque flipped his right hand, and the seven-colored Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd obtained from Fang Qingyang suddenly appeared in his hand.

"This gourd is one of them. Do you really not remember it?" "

Before Fang Qingyang betrayed the Ancient Alliance of the Heavenly Gods, he once returned to the top of Tianmang and entered your tomb to take away all the seven-colored secret treasures."

"Do you really not remember, or do you not want to say it?"

Ye Wuque held the seven-colored Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd, staring at the Junior Master with an unpredictable look in his bright eyes.

The Junior Master did not move. He seemed to be staring at the seven-colored Seven Killings Heavenly Gang Gourd, but he remained silent.

"In Fang Qingyang's eyes, you were once a living person, but then died."

"Because he didn't know from the beginning that you were just a soul imprint."

"But what I'm curious about is, there were several quasi-spiritual sons in the Ancient Alliance at that time, why did you only fall in love with Fang Qingyang? Why did you choose to contact him?"

Hearing this, the junior uncle finally spoke: "Because he and I have a destiny. Of course, in my remaining vague memory, he should have obtained the same inheritance, and I also got it, but it was from the next generation, so this is the origin of our connection."

"That's why I will become his junior uncle."

"Really?"

Ye Wuque did not comment, but just replied lightly.

He turned his right hand and put away the colorful Seven Killing Heavenly Gang Gourd.

Then he raised his step and walked forward, just like that, he walked past the junior master, walked past the throne, and went to the deeper area behind.

On the throne, the junior master was still sitting quietly. He did not stop Ye Wuque, nor did he make any movements. In the end, he just sighed softly.

And here, Ye Wuque, at this moment, took one step at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the deepest part of this Peach Blossom Spring.

In the center of a place surrounded by many peach trees, an ancient and magnificent tomb stood quietly.

In front of the tomb, a tombstone stood quietly.

Whether it was the tomb or the tombstone, they were all spotless and clean, as if someone often came to clean and maintain everything.

Ye Wuque approached, and his eyes had already fallen on the erected tombstone.

There was a line of handwriting on it.

But it did not record the identity of the person buried in the tomb, but a sentence was engraved.

"Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength."

Ye Wuque slowly read out this sentence, his eyes flickered.

It was a very simple sentence, and it also explained a very simple truth, but that was not what Ye Wuque cared about.

What he cared about were the twelve characters that made up this sentence!

These twelve characters were carved, but from the lines, it could be seen that these characters were beautiful, graceful, and had a hint of weakness.

In other words!

These were the characters left by a woman.