If Ruyu Junhan said that he was really his son, then that is to say, he was the son of the great figure... But why did he abandon himself and his wife and leave Tianhuang?

At this step, Ye Qingyu never figured it out, and did not dare to go into it more deeply, speculating on himself, fearing that he would miss it.

Even if you are confused now, it is better than thinking about something wrong and causing misunderstandings...

"So, what happened to my parents in my childhood memory..." Ye Qingyu recalled the past in the Ye Mansion in Luming County, where he taught himself carefully and loved his parents.

A smile that seemed to be there was something and nothing appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be remembering those warm and peaceful years, and my mother's smiling face as gentle as a breeze.

The memory suddenly came when my parents were plotted against and their breath was weak.

In his last breath, my father asked himself to take the military medal to the priest temple in the royal ancestral land to find the answer, but these pictures did not reveal all the mysteries.

Ye Qingyu sighed softly again.

All the pictures I saw before not only did not solve the mystery of my life experience, but instead added a few more fog, making my thoughts even more confused.

He took a few deep breaths in place, trying to use the nameless mind method to calm his mind and sort out his thoughts, but these complex clues were like messy in his mind. No matter how hard he thought, he still had no clue.

Before my father died, he clearly stated that there is the truth here.

But now...

"Is there any other clue in the temple?" Ye Qingyu suppressed a trace of annoyance in his heart and looked at the entire temple carefully again.

In the empty inner room, there are only cold and dark stone walls, and nothing else.

After examining it one by one, he still gained nothing.

Half an hour passed.

"It seems... there are no answers or clues here..." Ye Qingyu couldn't help but feel disappointed.

His wrist shook, and the drop of blood that had previously dripped onto the stone table immediately jumped up from the stone table and flew back to his palm.

boom!

The stone table in front of Ye Qingyu became tattered again, and a pile of green stones were scattered on the ground, everything became exactly the same as when I came.

The military medal floated over his head, and the light was converging. Only the faint orange-yellow halo emitted a few faint traces.

Ye Qingyu turned around and left the Priest Temple.

...

In the city of light.

It was getting late, and today's red clouds and sunsets seemed like a wonder.

Half of the sky is still clear and clear, as blue as water, while the other half of the clouds are like cotton splashed with blood, dyeing half of the sky red.

Ye Qingyu fed Xianhe some fresh fruits of Xiandew. Xianhe seemed to feel his complicated thoughts at this time, and he rested his head on his ear and intimate with him for a long time.

The last ray of light in the sky faded away, and the dark blue night gradually smeared into the sky, he handed the crane to the soldiers of the Light Armored Camp for rest. Then he turned around alone, turned into a silver stream of light, and returned to the Temple of Light.

This night was surprisingly quiet.

In the city of Light, only the leaves of fire were blown by the wind, and the rustling nocturne was played gently, and no one came to disturb the people in the Temple of Light.

In the Temple of Light.

Ye Qingyu sat cross-legged on the jade stone bed.

A wave of warm halos slowly emerged from the stone bed, gradually wrapping him gently.

His eyes were slightly closed, and all the clues and thoughts were like vines growing wildly, and they could not stop pouring into Ye Qingyu's mind. He breathed gently, hugged Yuan Shouyi, sorted out these thoughts one by one. After the nameless mind method was used dozens of times, his mind gradually calmed down.

...

The next afternoon.

After a whole day of seclusion, Ye Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly stood up straight, stretched his limbs, walked a few steps, and came to the stone table.

"Next..." Ye Qingyu glanced at the picture of the universe on the stone table, and his eyes fell on the small hall at the end of an unknown alley in Xuejing, and his eyes moved slightly.

He walked a few steps towards the door of the temple, and suddenly a pattern like water waves in the void gently swept, and in a blink of an eye his figure had disappeared from the spot.

A stream of light shone through the temple and then disappeared between the gaps in the clouds.

At the end of the alley.

Inside the teahouse.

In a bamboo forest tea garden with a winding path that is elegant and unique, it is natural. Among the green bamboo green mountains, two figures, one white and one green, seem to be two fairy figures dotted in this bamboo forest.

"Young Master, please." The girl in a tea-boiled tea dress has white skin, delicate eyebrows and picturesque eyes, and her eyes are as gentle as two peerless pearls flowing brightly. She has graceful posture and every move, and she is extremely elegant and calm.

This graceful figure is Lang Yong, the sister of the president of Liangjiang Association, Lang Zhong.

And taking the white jade teacup with both hands, his expression calmly and with a hint of soothing smile, was the figure of Ye Qingyu who had disappeared in the temple before.

"The tea fragrance is clear and pleasant, the first taste is slightly sweet, but the aftertaste is mellow, the one you recommends is indeed good." Ye Qingyu gently put down the tea cup, feeling the pleasure of rushing from the end of his nose and tongue to his limbs and returning to his heart, and a relaxed and pleasant smile appeared on his face.

Kneeling on the red-patterned rattan futon, Lang Yong, who was skillfully pouring water and moistening tea, looked serious, as if he was concentrating on doing something extremely rigorous.

But as the hands rise and fall, the elegant and lively aura seemed to be like a butterfly with only shapes, flying around her body.

Nearly a year has passed, and Lang Yong's cultivation has reached sixty spiritual springs.

Ye Qingyu nodded slightly.

It seems that after Ye Qingyu left, Lang Yong was working hard to practice the secret script he gave to her while handling all the big and small affairs of the Liangjiang Association.

It must have taken some effort to achieve the current state in less than a year.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyu looked up at the girl who was focusing on tea and sighed slightly.

He picked up a jade ring that Lang Yong had placed on the table before, and gently wiped it with his fingertips. A light green halo spread on the jade ring, and dense records about the year were projected on the halo.

Previously, when the Snow Country royal family and palace giants set up a net of heaven and earth, and designed the entire Snow Country with intrigue and undercurrents, as the branch of the Liangjiang Association in the imperial capital, Lang Yong and her more than 100 people were struggling with difficulty, each step was dangerous, and if they were not careful, they would immediately lose their bones.

But now the situation is open-minded, and the Snow Country royal family gradually occupied the real dominant position in the Qing Jiang world. Ye Qingyu also has a very special position in the Snow Country because of his identity as the Lord of Light City.

From then on, even if Ye Qingyu left Tianhuang Realm for a period of time, the Liangjianghui would have no effect at all.

On the contrary, because of Ye Qingyu's status in the imperial capital, Liangjiang will expand rapidly in just half a year. Compared with the past, its strength has improved greatly and it has already become a winged posture.

"Now the forces of the Liangjiang Association in the imperial capital are not restricted at all. Even if the left and right know that the Liangjiang Association exists, they have never taken action to block the channels for collecting information." Lang Yong held the tea in both hands, looking at Ye Qingyu with great respect.

"I didn't expect that in just over half a year, the Liangjiang Association in the imperial capital had grown to more than 300 people..." Ye Qingyu held his palms in vain, and the teacup slid smoothly into his palm along a wind-like trajectory from the void.

"Yes, young master." Lang Yong put the remaining tea residue into a small jade bowl and grind it carefully. "The expansion of Liangjianghui in the past six months has been much easier than before, and many channels that had no way out have gradually shown signs of opening up."

"Well, this is already great." Ye Qingyu gently stroked the warm teacup as soft as fat, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, "I'm here today, mainly because there is something you need to come forward for me."

"Young Master, please give me instructions." Lang Yong immediately put down the tea bowl and pineapple wooden stick in his hand, turned around and looked at Ye Qingyu seriously.

"You select a hundred young men under ten years old, with their understanding, martial arts talents, and bones in the Snow Country. Three months later, they will be sent to the City of Light." Ye Qingyu gently put the jade ring in his hand back to the table, and the rune halo immediately disappeared.

"Yes, young master." Lang Yong bowed and accepted the order.

"In addition, the Zixia Mystery Secret Book I gave you before, how did you practice..." Ye Qingyu smiled slightly.

"Lang Yong is not talented. Although he has been practicing hard day and night for more than half a year, he seems to have encountered a bottleneck in the past month. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot make a breakthrough..." At this time, Lang Yong seemed to have recovered a trace of anger that only a girl could have. The corner of his mouth slightly curled, and there was a sense of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"Perform all the moves you have learned now, and I'll help you see." Ye Qingyu drank all the tea quickly and still smiled.

A hint of joy flashed in Lang Yong's eyes. The young master's implication was to give him guidance. Such an opportunity was simply too precious for her.

She immediately stood up, and when she moved, a light green figure instantly turned into a ghost shadow with an extremely strange whereabouts, like a breeze between the bamboo forest, sweeping through the forest and sweeping the leaves.

"So that's it...but... it's worthy of being super insight. Just based on one's own understanding, one has roughly touched the essence of this technique." Ye Qingyu quietly looked at the figure passing through the bamboo forest and nodded slightly.

In the following time, whenever Lang Yong's moves were interrupted, Ye Qingyu would give a note of a word and a word, which was the most profound and profound essence of this technique.

With his super high understanding, Lang Yong immediately integrated and used it, and his figure between the bamboo forests became faster and faster and more ease.

After half an incense stick.

Lang Yong's figure flashed, as if a wisp of green gauze wrapped around the bamboo was finally pulled away from the bamboo forest.

"Thank you, Young Master!" She landed steadily beside the root carving tea sea of ​​thousands of years old trees, with a look of joy on her face, and knelt on the ground with her fists.

After the young master's guidance, Lang Yong was as if he was enlightened at this time, and all the obscure aspects were suddenly enlightened. Moreover, the understanding of this half-incense stick was already better than the gains she had learned from the more than half a year of cultivation alone.

Ye Qingyu's figure slowly landed next to the stone table in front of her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her white clothes fluttering, and her black hair was lightly raised, like a banished immortal.

"There is another thing you need to do. You send it to Lang Zhong. I will return to Luming County City in ten days." Ye Qingyu gently helped the void, and Lang Yong was already pulled up by an invisible force.

"Yes, young master, I will send me a message to my brother later." Lang Yong nodded slightly.

"By the way, you can clean up too, go back with me. It's been so long that it's time to see your brother." When Ye Qingyu said this, he turned around and walked out of the teahouse door.

The spotless white clothes swayed gently with the breeze, and the gradually distant back seemed to be blown away by a breeze. After a few steps, they had disappeared in front of the teahouse door.

Lang Yong in the bamboo forest showed a hint of relief, his eyes slightly moist, "Thank you, Young Master..."—

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