Chapter 392: Yang Jinpeng Is Back

Slowly, the light of promotion hovered above Su Zimo's head.

When Mu Yunxuan looked at it, a flash of ecstasy quickly flashed through his dark eyes.

The light disappeared, and Su Zimo slowly opened her eyes.

"Mo'er, another level has been added. In just three days, he has been promoted to the third level. At this speed, it is very possible to be promoted to the peak of the Xuanhun level within a year."

Mu Yunxuan supported her and said excitedly.

"This promotion is too painful."

Su Zimo was not happy, it hurt her heart! It hurts to the bone! And this kind of pain is all thanks to this tempered spirit body.

The thought of suffering such a crime for killing people from the witch clan made Su Zimo's overwhelming cruelty and hatred brew in her heart.

If she could kill them, she would kill them all ruthlessly without leaving any further trouble.

It wasn't until all the breath in his body calmed down that Su Zimo felt like he was alive after a disaster.

"Mo'er, for the sake of our future, please be patient. As long as you are promoted to the first level of Xuanwu, we can practice together. I will ask my uncle later to see if he has any ideas that can help you. Ease the pain when you get promoted.”

Mu Yunxuan comforted her softly. For the sake of their future, he could only watch Mo'er in pain.

"Damn Geng Leyu, in order to deal with her, I suffered so much unjustly."

Su Zimo's beautiful face was full of hatred and viciousness, her bright eyes were instantly cold, and her eyes were as cold as bone marrow.

"And every time you get promoted, you don't get promoted after killing the monsters or taking the promotion elixir. You have to wait for an hour or two before you get promoted. It's really strange. Yue'er is different. He just gets promoted instantly during the battle. Promoted."

Su Zimo snuggled into Mu Yunxuan's arms, and the strong masculinity in him made her feel warm.

Mu Yunxuan tenderly kissed her hair and removed the barrier.

Su Zimo leaned on him and closed her eyes to rest.

Outside the city gate, Qing Feng and Yang Jinpeng each rode a black horse.

At the city gate, Yang Jinpeng suddenly stopped.

Yang Jinpeng wore a white robe. He had experienced many things, and there was always a touch of sadness between his brows.

Yang Jinpeng looked in the direction of the city gate, and there were countless clues in his mind. As long as he stepped into the palace, would he become another person? Isn't he the son that his mother hates? Is he no longer Yang Qingqing's son? Is it the son of Qin Mantian whose whereabouts are strange? Yang Jinpeng kept asking himself this question.

After meeting Qing Feng, he realized that his mother had been treating him badly all these years! And regarding Ji Yu as his own, it turns out that he is not his mother's biological son at all, and for more than twenty years, he has tried every means to please a woman who killed his biological mother. Yang Jinpeng felt ridiculous when he thought about it. He hated God even more for playing such a big joke on him.

Qing Feng glanced at Yang Jinpeng and knew that he was still hesitating in his heart, "Young master, we are here now. You should not be hesitating in your heart anymore. Senior has never given up looking for you these years."

Qing Feng's voice was light, neither sad nor happy. Young Master Yang didn't know what kind of stimulation he received, so he actually hid in a grassland tribe on the border. After finding him, it took him several days to convince him to come back with him. .

"What can change if I change my identity?"

There was a hurdle in Yang Jinpeng's heart. Hope was ignited in his heart, but he was afraid of being hurt again.

His voice was cold and thin, filled with despair for this world, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and his gaze was distant and *.

"Young master, Senior Qin has high morals and high respect. He has been looking for the whereabouts of the young master for many years. The appearance of the young master is not about whether it can change anything. It is about being able to break the mirror and reunite. The true love is like a mirror, because he misses and cares in his heart. The appearance of the young master will make the senior The wounds that were once burned are healed again.”

Yang Jinpeng looked back at Qing Feng.

"You know, a person's trust only comes once in his life. In the past, no matter how unpleasant my mother said, I still told myself in my heart that my mother loved me and was doing it for my own good! But in the end, my life My heart suddenly became cold.”

"Young master, you have insisted on what you think is right, so why should you hold on to the past?"

Qing Feng's voice was cold and desolate. At least he had a father who cared about him. And he and Jing Huai had been orphans since childhood. They didn't even know who their parents were? In comparison, he is much happier than them.

Yang Jinpeng took a deep breath, "Yes, I insisted on what I thought was right, but in the end, I was hurt the most."

"Master, do you want to give up?"

Qing Feng's figure was a bit colder.

"No, deal with your mood first before you can deal with things. I know in my heart that fate will not be kind to anyone. If you keep suppressing the pain, how can you make room in your heart to accommodate the warmth given by others?"

"Now that Young Master has figured it out, let's enter the palace!"

Qing Feng didn't talk much, but he always made the point.

"Um!"

Yang Jinpeng nodded, he kept telling himself, no matter what he has experienced? Everyone should strive to make themselves like colorless water, precipitated and clear. Only by not avoiding pain and confusion can people be optimistic and firm.

A smile suddenly appeared on Yang Jinpeng's lips. In that smile, he seemed to have regained his confidence and was full of expectations.

"drive……."

Yang Jinpeng gently pinched the horse's belly, and the two of them headed towards the city.

Not far behind them, Sayeru was still returning with a basket of medicinal materials.

It's just that Sa Yueru's pretty and charming face looked a little sad.

After what happened last time, she and Su Qingjue had not met several times, and each meeting was in a hurry, which made her worry about gains and losses in her heart.

"drive……."

Several horses galloped past Sayeru, and dust was raised behind the galloping horses.

Sa Yueru quickly brushed it with her sleeves, and through the flying dust, Sa Yueru saw the familiar figure that was gradually moving away.

Tears instantly fell down on Sayeru's pretty face. Realizing her emotions, she quickly wiped away her tears.

Sa Yueru, you asked for it all on your own, it was you who wanted to alienate him. Since this is the case, don't let yourself regret it. She is already satisfied to see him like this occasionally.

Sayueru adjusted her mentality and walked quickly towards home...

"Mom, dad, Yueru is back."

Sa Yueru said loudly as soon as she entered the yard and placed the bamboo basket under the wall behind the door.

The door opened with a creak, and Sa Yueru's mother came out, looking at her depressed daughter with a worried expression.

"Yueru, why have you been coming back later and later lately? Isn't it difficult to collect medicinal materials?"

Sayeru put on her usual gentle smile.

"Mother, it's very easy to collect medicinal materials and spiritual herbs recently. Yue Ru wanted to collect more, so she came back a little late."

"Hey!" Shui Yuexin sighed and walked to Sayeru's side.

"Yue Ru, you have been worried about gains and losses during this time. Mom and your father have seen it, and they feel uncomfortable. As the sun rises over the east sea and sets over the west mountains, sorrow is also a day, and happiness is also a day. When people live, they not only need people Be comfortable, and your heart must be comfortable, isn’t it because my mother and your father live here in seclusion just to live a pure life?”

"Mom, how can a person live without worries? Even if he hides in the end of the world, there will still be worries. Don't worry about Yueru. Yueru will be fine."

Sayueru forced a smile and said.

Sa Haoran walked over and glanced at his daughter's back.

"Go and bring him over. After daddy sees it, he will decide whether to agree to your marriage."

Sa Haoran has an awe-inspiring aura, a majestic posture, and a resolute face that shows no anger or authority.

Sayeru turned around suddenly.

"Daddy...!"

"You are my daughter, and your father will not be able to see your thoughts. Your father and your mother want to live a secluded life. As for you, there is no need to suffer this hardship with your father and mother, and you will not have to hide your feelings in the future. Strength, live the life you want!"

"Daddy..." The tears on Sayeru's face fell instantly, and she clenched her hands involuntarily.

"Ru'er, father has been too strict with you over the years, but you have not let him down. You are extremely talented in both cultivation and alchemy. It is really wronging you to keep you here. To live is to use what you have learned, and what you have learned can be used on your own, but the world is big and people’s hearts are very complicated, so you must be careful.”

"Thank you, daddy!"

Sayue burst into tears and smiled, quickly wiping away the tears on her face.

Su Qingjue rode all the way back to the palace, and as soon as he got off the horse, he went straight to the imperial study.

As for the palace, it was almost decorated because of the eldest princess's wedding.

Situ Ruoyan personally took the lead in setting up the arrangements, and she was very attentive every time.

The entire palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers and was filled with joy.

King Nalan was reading the official documents submitted from the border.

Su Qingjue quickly walked into the imperial study room.

"Father, Jue'er is back."

Nalan Wenhao raised his eyes, "Jue'er, how's it going?"

"Father, a plague has broken out in some small villages on the border. People are now panicked. The matter is more serious than we imagined."

Su Qingjue looked serious. He didn't expect such a thing as a plague to happen.

King Nalan thought for a while and said: "It's Nian'er's wedding now. Jue'er, you first call all the alchemists in the Lixia capital to go to the place where the plague is. Don't let the plague spread."

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