Ji Yue is embarrassed.

He didn't expect that there would be Fuxi Qin in this small continent.

If the Fuxi Qin was thrown into the demon realm, there would probably be no peace in the demon realm for nearly a hundred years.

Qingge asked Ye Qingcheng to go to Fuxi's zither to play with her eyes closed. Yin Liangsha took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the inner room. The two wrote two words in front of the stone table among the Hundred Flowers. Qingge hesitated for a while before she finished writing the word "Qing" on the rice paper.

"Hey." Ji Yue lay in a pile of rice paper and suddenly muttered.

"kindness?"

"You will save Ye Qingcheng because of Mei Qingchen." Ji Yue was a little depressed.

Mei Qingchen.

The night is fascinating.

The singer pointed to the wolf's brush and just wrote the last stroke of the word "Qing". She smiled at Ji Yue, and suddenly took the pen in her hand and scribbled on Ji Yue. Ji Yue screamed a few times, rushed to the eaves, stared at Qingge and screamed aggrievedly. Yin Liangsha was finishing the word "Jing". She looked at Ji Yue's angry look and couldn't help laughing.

"Qingcheng, we've finished writing." Yin Liangsha shouted to Ye Qingcheng in the pavilion.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly placed his hands on the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. She faced Qingge and the other two, and the bright moon was rising slowly beside her. The white moonlight happened to be bright. The cold plums in Fengyue Pavilion were blooming in the wind and the fragrance was everywhere. "Princess Chaoyang and the third lady wrote about Jing and Qing's family in Beijing." When the cold plum fell, she turned to look at the side of the stone table.

Yin Liangsha was stunned. The rice paper with the word "Jing" slid from his fingers to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, Xinxue covered her, "This... how is this possible..."

Not to mention that Ye Qingcheng was separated from them by the same yard, she still closed her eyes.

"Miss Three!"

Ye Qingcheng walked quickly, his face solemnly, "Ye Rou asked Ye Xue to arrange her to fight with you when she was competing in Tomorrow. She wanted to kill you, Ye Xue had already told Ye's mistress Qin Lan."

"presumptuous."

Yin Liangsha sucked in the air and said angrily: "The clan comparison is just a young man in the aristocratic family who can compete with each other for strength. He stops when he clicks. Who dares to hurt people's lives?"

"Ye Rou thought the third lady was just a waste. She was very confident in her strength. Even if she accidentally killed someone, the Ye family would not be willing to punish her. At most, it would be a little bit of punishment." Ye Qingcheng said.

Yin Liangsha still couldn't believe it, "But the great elder's favor of Qingge is something that everyone in Beiyue Kingdom knows, and she wouldn't know? If Qingge died at her hands, the great elder would never let her go."

"She is just a lady from a sideline family, and she only heard about the things about the Ye family." Qingge sat down on a stone chair and sorted out the rice paper that was stirred up by the wind. "After all, Ye Qingge is just a waste. Usually, the aristocratic family only cares about interests. She was born in a sideline family, and this idea was naturally deeply rooted. She thought that Ye Qingge was not to be cared about when she died. As long as she had outstanding strength, even if her grandfather loved Ye Qingge, he would not kill her for a dead waste."

"She really dares."

Yin Liangsha snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

"Since she wants this kind of result, let her get what she wants."

Qingge held all the rice paper in his hand, his mind moved slightly, and the red spiritual fire suddenly appeared. In an instant, a stack of rice paper burned into clouds and smoke. The word "Qing" with its chaotic notes disappeared in the red fire.

The bloody light and fire burned out in Ye Qingcheng's eyes, the weapon refiner...

Yin Liangsha was surprised when he looked at the red spirit fire, and did not involve the fire with the weapon refiner for a while. After all, the spiritual fire of many weapon refiners is blue, like lightning. Only the weapon refiner knows the value of the red spirit fire. It is normal for Yin Liangsha to not discover it for a while.

*

Days.

Just as dawn broke, Ye's family was busy. Ye Zhengxiong was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed by his servants to greet guests. Qin Lan was still busy with tribe competition. In the Elders' Hall, Ye Qingtian and Shangguan Lin were discussing the serious matters of the Ye family.

The guests were gradually filled with people, and the Ye family gathered.

The place where the clan compares is at the Ye family's martial arts training ground. It turns out that a stone platform is now placed on the empty martial arts training ground. The stone platform is dark red, like a color accumulated by blood.

There were countless seats in front of the stone platform, and as the three elders of the Ye family entered the seat, people gradually filled with people.

The Xiao family, Yun family, Mo family, Ouyang family and other aristocratic families and officials all sent people to watch the battle. It can be said that the clan comparison of the Ye family is not only a clan comparison, but also the future of the Ye family.

People from all major families want to know who the Ye family’s future is controlled by.

When Bei Yueming came, Qin Lan stepped forward enthusiastically and greeted him. Bei Yueming politely bowed to Ye Qingtian and others and entered the seat.

"The prince is here."

Outside the martial arts training ground, someone shouted.

Suddenly, everyone in the seat stood up, leaned down slightly, and saluted the future Emperor Beiyue.

A warm smile appeared on Beihuang's face. He walked over with a meteor, stopped in front of the seat, bowed, and said openly: "You don't have to be polite. Your father is worried about national affairs and cannot come in person. So let the palace come over and take a look. After returning to the palace, he can explain the wonderful aspects of the clan comparison to him."

After a few greetings, Beihuang sat down next to Ye Qingtian.

"Grandpa Ye, aren't you happy?" Beihuang asked when he saw Ye Qingtian's face was not very good.

Mo Yuntian, who was sitting behind, laughed, "The old man's baby granddaughter is going to this ring today. How could he be happy?"

"You can't say a few words?" Su Ya, who was next to her, looked at her husband helplessly.

Mo Yuntian grabbed the back of his head, "Okay, madam."

Mo Xie, who was rushing here with Ye Jingjing, heard his father's stingy words, and made a vomiting expression with disgust, "It's so disgusting."

"Big Bastard!" Mo Yuntian was furious, "You bastard are going to be in a rebellion. If you don't hit the house for three days, I'll smash your butt."

Su Ya stroked her forehead with a headache.

Ye Qingtian's mouth twitched, and Xiao Cang patted Mo Yuntian's shoulder, "Look, it's still my grandson's goodness."

Xiao Cangchao stood aside, Xiao Rufeng, who was so gentle and elegant, nude his mouth. Mo Yuntian glanced at Xiao Rufeng, and snorted from his nose, "Can you do it, I'll beat your grandson together?"

Xiao Cang: “…”

What a terrible thing!

The tribe competition was decided by drawing lots. After one round of draws, Qin Lan walked onto the ring, Feng Ya as Shuang, smiled faintly and said: "In the first game, Ye Rou, a side-siding family member, was against his direct family member, Ye Qingge."

These words were said, and everyone was shocked.

Ye Qingtian frowned, Mo Yuntian and his son stopped making trouble, and Bei Yueming's eyes flashed.

Yun Wanwan, who was sitting behind Bei Yueming, sneered and said, "I heard that Ye Rou from California is good at strength. It seems that Ye Qingge can't even get over the first battle."
Chapter completed!