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The young man hugged Baotong into his arms, touched her for a while, then stood up, holding the red butter with one hand and the other with the little hem, and said, "It's late at night, let's go to bed."

Huangfu Lu slightly curled her mouth and said hee, "We won't sleep with you. We bully the three of us every time."

The young man smiled and said, "Ha, reasoning, who bullied who these times? I originally thought you were all good girls."

Baotong and Huangfu Lu couldn't help but blushed their faces, but Hongdie twisted his waist with his hands, as if he was happy and angry: "Who is not good at it? You are obviously bad."

The young man smiled and rubbed her head. He didn't want them to worry about him. He immediately pressed his mind and wanted to take them to sleep. At this moment, Sun Ziluo floated in: "Young Master..."

The night became deeper and deeper. The three girls watched the young man stepping out of the yard and waited for him. Outside, the young man received a messenger from the north. Not long after, he hurried out. Sun Ziluo came to the backyard and told the three girls not to wait for him tonight. Although he didn't know what happened, the three girls looked at each other, but they were also a little worried.

That night, a boat left Lin'an overnight...

***

The next morning, the court was in chaos, and Ning Jiang's sudden disappearance made many people confused and didn't know what happened. Although at this time, under Ning Jiang's constantly improving system, even if he was not there, it could be operated by collective decision-making, but if he was missing, everyone felt that they had no backbone and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

Gan Yushu, who transported food and grass outside the city, rushed back to Lin'an. Except for Sun Ziluo, who was originally beside Ningjiang, came to tell him that Ningjiang sometimes left temporarily and asked him to help him watch first, he didn't know what happened. Fortunately, everything in the court was in order at this time. Although he was forced to take on the affairs he should have undertaken for Ningjiang, no accidents happened.

"That guy said that right. 'system' is more important than talent. Everyone can play a role, but it is not a system that cannot be achieved without anyone. It is the key to healthy development." Gan Yushu sighed, "If this continues, don't say that the prime minister is dispensable, even the emperor... it doesn't matter whether there is or not."

At this time, someone had already changed his boat along the tributary and entered the long river and went down the river. A day later, he arrived at the mouth of the long river and boarded a tower ship that was descending south from the northern coast.

On the blue sea, the golden crow that had begun to fall to the northwest brought out a long rippling light on the sea surface. The rippling light swayed rhythmically with the ups and downs of the waves, steady and slow, and under the quiet sea surface, there was a surging and powerful force hidden.

The young man who stepped on the deck first saw Wu Chong, the leader of the Wu Liuxian Sect of Taoist Sect. Wu Chong led him into the cabin. There, a young woman turned around, but Zhao Tingzhen, who had left Jiangnan a few days ago.

"Young Master Ning..."

Seeing the arrival of the youth, Zhao Tingzhen whispered.

The young man nodded and walked through the long walkway. Another woman walked out of the house, but Qiu Shuijiang, who was famous for the world of "Suanhuomo".

Qiu Shuijian had already known that at that time, the "Tao Bai" who broke into the battlefield of Minghuang King and the King of Shenjun Meng, was the same person as Ning Hanlin and the current Prime Minister Ning. Although it was the first time that he had seen his true face, he did not say much under Wu Chong's introduction, but just pointed in gently: "She is inside... waiting for you."

The young man asked, "What happened?"

Qiu Shuijian whispered: "When I arrived, everyone else had been killed, and she was the only one who escaped. In fact, I was not very clear about the specific situation. Although my body was seriously injured, what was more important is... the soul was torn apart!"

"The soul torn apart?"

"I can realize that there are two divine spirits in her body, one of which is unable to hold on and is about to scatter..."

The young man entered the house and looked at the girl lying on the bed with a golden face.

Her delicate skin and beautiful face are inlaid with translucent square glass on the window, and the patterns on the glass are reflected on her thin quilt under the light of the setting sun.

The others retreated, and the young man came to the bed alone to sit sideways. As if he had sensed his arrival, the girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her eyes without any light, and her breath was as weak as if she had disappeared.

"You, are you here?" The girl's lips trembled gently.

The young man hugged her in his arms: "What happened?"

"Don't worry, your she... is fine, I didn't let her get into trouble!" The girl opened her eyes with difficulty, trying to see him clearly, but she was powerless. Her spirit at this moment was no longer enough to support her now seriously injured body.

The man's breath hugged her tightly, giving her some warmth, and her hands were gently held.

"Who did it?" the man beside him asked softly.

"...Evil Goddess!" The girl's strong man held her last will, full of helplessness and sighs, "The sword she brought...the golden sword...the power of the Holy Phoenix...I can't stop it. I, I have said before, will return your... to you, I...I did..."

The unknown golden sword absorbed the power of the holy phoenix outside the sky. The good goddess who found that she could no longer block the sword forcibly tore up the spirit of her and Princess Luanmei, and used her own spirit to transform into energy and flew out of her body to forcibly block the killing move. The sword penetrated her spirit and hit the body that she and Luanmei shared. However, because she forced her to block it, her body was only severely damaged. After escaping from the mountains and forests, she was rescued by Qiu Shuijiang.

The body and Luanmei's soul were preserved, but the god of the good goddess was on the verge of disintegration. She supported her last soul until now, just to persevere until she could see him for the last time, telling him that she gave the person he truly loved to him, and she let the "she" who belonged to him return to him safely.

"A few days, I remembered some things, many things...the past," the girl shed tears, "We...I and the real evil goddess are actually just two birds in the Kunlun Mountain Beast Garden before. After the collapse of the heavens, it... Suzaku... It imprisoned our bodies, drove our souls, and forced us to do things for her. This time, the unsuccessful arrival made me forget these. I believed what you said, I believed in the glory of communism. I thought I could really get rid of it and really resist it... I forgot, the real... My body is still in Kunlun Mountain, still in its hands. No matter what I did here, how long I stayed here... After all, I still can't escape its control..."

Ning Jiang hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I don't want to go back... I really don't want to go back..." The girl's body trembled in his arms, and her choked words were filled with despair.

The setting sun was on the sea outside the window, sinking towards the end of the water and sky line, and the shadows were seeping in little by little, dark and cold, but they could not stop it. The young man hugged her tightly. At this moment, there was more powerlessness that could not help with anything.

"She gave me the name 'Qi Meng', and she said, her name is Luanmei, and my name is Qi Meng. We are the best and best friends," the girl choked up, "In the days after the injury, I remembered a lot of things. The sword of the evil goddess, with its power, forced me to remember a lot of things, and forced me to remember what I am. The spirit of the soul is reincarnated again and again, under its forced force, and every time I become a good goddess, the name is different, but I finally felt that only the name Qi Meng is what I want, maybe because, only this time, only this time I got rid of it for the time being, only this time I was not afraid of it, although... although it was just an illusion, although it was just a dream... I really wanted to have such a world, no one was tortured, no one was oppressed... I really wanted to live in such a world."

With strong arms around her petite and weak body, Ning Jiang said in a deep voice: "Tell me, how can I find you? How can I truly save you from it?"

The girl burst into tears in his arms: "It's useless, you can't fight it, don't let it come down, don't let it appear in this world...you can't deal with it."

The young man said coldly: "Tell me, how do you go to find you? Then, wait for me there, one day, I will appear in front of you and take you away!"

The firm, but unquestionable words made Qi Meng's dark eyes more light, and then she shook her head in tears. This was something that was impossible after all. She was powerless... nor did she have the courage to bear such hope.

But the young man slowly continued, "Tell me... how can I find you?"

Darkness kept coming, and the girl's voice was weak in the infinite darkness, as if she was sinking into an abyss where she could no longer see the light.

Without answering his question, at the last moment when the soul scattered, the girl's face opened a sad smile in tears of despair: "Qi Meng... is really a beautiful dream, can I really... call this name... so cold... so cold..."

The girl in her arms fell asleep in her powerless murmuring, and the ethereal sound dispersed at the end of the darkness and disappeared like this.

The young man holding the girl tightly stopped moving, until the vast darkness swallowed all the light around him bit by bit, and he was lost in the bottomless abyss before.

His eyes were still clear and firm in the deep night, staring at the window silently... and said nothing!

***

The sea breeze became colder and colder at night, squirting on the face like wind and frost. On the deck, Zhao Tingzhen looked up at the stars in the sky, and then turned around from time to time and looked at the cabin behind him.

The moonlight rising in the distance is lonely on the sea surface. The sunset has not yet fallen for a long time, but the temperature has dropped very quickly. The suffocating wind light hanging on the mast sways in the wind. The stars are falling in the night sky, and the sea reflects the faint light and shadow of the cold moon.

On the other side of the deck, Qiu Shuijian was alone, sitting behind the desk, plucking the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano rose and fell, as ethereal as a flying girl. There was not much sorrow, nor any autumn hatred and spring feelings. There was only the ethereality of the empty mountain rain, and the loneliness.

The sound of the piano blew towards the distant sea with the increasingly cold sea breeze. The waves rolled on the sea.

The warships in the sound of piano and the sound of the waves seem to be more peaceful, as if they are far away from the world and enjoy the tranquility beyond the world.

The young man in the cabin did nothing, just like that, he kept hugging the girl in his arms until the night outside the glass window became deeper, and the weak girl slowly woke up...

Then he grabbed his clothes and cried bitterly: "She is gone...she is gone."

"I know!" the young man continued to hug her and said slowly, "But don't cry. One day, we will be able to find her and rescue her... and let her return to us."

In his arms, Luanmei could not stop her sadness...

The warship flowed upstream along the long river from the mouth of the sea.

That night, Luanmei, who had been seriously injured but had not recovered, fell asleep in pain.

Ning Jiang accompanied her until dawn.

On the second day, Luanmei, who woke up again, talked about her getting along with Qimeng... Yes, Qimeng... She gave her this name.

I was working hard for a common ideal, but I found that everything was just a beautiful bubble.

Ning Jiang further healed her wounds, but what was really difficult to heal was the haggardness in her heart.

During this process, Luanmei told him something that surprised him.

"Zoroastrianism," Luanmei whispered beside him, "Qi Meng told me that Zoroastrianism is related to the three thousand boys and girls that Xu Fu took away back then."

Zoroastrianism... Xu Fu... Boys and girls?

Such a connection surprised the young man. Before this, it was indeed difficult for him to associate Zoroastrianism with the thousands of boys and girls who were taken away by Xu Fu.

However, there were many unsolved mysteries about what Mao Sui and Xu Fu did back then. After killing Zhang Yi and forcing Su Qin to escape, Mao Sui's pseudonym was Lu Buwei and Li Si, and together with Xu Fu, he controlled the Qin Dynasty's government. Even Ying Zheng was actually Mao Sui's son.

Later, Xu Fu took three thousand boys and girls to sea to "seek immortality" and never returned. Mao Sui, who was a pseudonym Li Si, disappeared without a trace not long after Ying Zheng's death. Although according to historical books, "Li Si" was killed by Zhao Gao, it was not, but it was not, but it was actually impossible to know. However, even if it was not killed, by age, he might have been old at that time, otherwise he would not have watched the Qin Dynasty die.

Of course, it is more likely that Mao Sui was eventually killed by the revengeful Su Qin. As the old man Xingluo guessed, if he had not been convinced that Mao Sui was dead, Xu Fu would not have been able to come back. Su Qin would not dare to appear so blatantly as "nameless old man" and "Dong Tianshu".

But no matter what, he will eventually have to calculate the account of Qi Meng.

Zoroastrianism...the evil goddess...the female honor...and even the so-called holy phoenix.
Chapter completed!