The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Yes!" Chang Hong nodded heavily.

Now he has tens of thousands of imperial guards under his command and is also the Tiger Marquis. He is already a super big shot, but he still serves Qin Yun and does daily work without slacking off.

"That's right, Your Majesty."

"This letter is left for you by the ancestor. I have been to Baiyu Mountain and will not go there again. There is a flood in Xiliang and I must hurry back, otherwise there will be big trouble." Xuan Yunzi took out a letter.

Qin Yun took it, frowned and nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."

Xuan Yunzi nodded heavily and then left.

Qin Yun also boarded the carriage shortly afterwards and headed quickly to Baiyu Mountain.

It has been almost a year since he last disturbed Qingping Temple. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to go see Li Youwei. She cried so sadly on the night of the Lantern Festival and didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to disobey her master's orders.

This time, you should go for both public and private reasons.

He opened Zhibai's letter in the carriage. Although his father had passed away, he couldn't help but be moved when he read the letter.

The letter was very long, and was filled with densely packed words.

It wrote about his relationship with Jingyi. After they left during the Lantern Festival, their relationship had actually improved a little bit, and at least they could talk to each other.

In the following year, Jingyi was still indifferent to him, but she no longer beat him when she saw him, and sometimes she would even talk about the past.

Over time, Zhibai lived in the mountains, but he was a frequent visitor to Qingping Temple, chopping wood, fetching water, and doing everything.

Finally, Jingyi told him about his mother's grave.

At the end of the letter, old man Zhibai begged Qin Yun to take better care of Qingping Temple, especially Jingyi, because she had inner demons and was prone to offending people and committing capital crimes.

The words were exactly like the last words of an old father.

After reading it, Qin Yun felt the same way. He put down the envelope and remained silent for a long time...

He is now the father of several children, and he cannot even imagine the separation of life and death. Murong Shunhua almost died when she was pregnant with Tianyao, so Tianyao has been frail and sickly since childhood.

Every time Qin Yun heard his daughter calling him "Daddy" and saying that she was cold, he wanted to pick the sun to keep her warm. In this world, is there any father who doesn't love his daughter?

After a long time, we arrived at Baiyu Mountain.

The mountains are as green as before, and the breeze is blowing gently.

With the help of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, he quickly found the tombstone behind the mountain, which was the final resting place of the woman Zhibai had betrayed.

It is very quiet here, so quiet that only the sounds of birds and insects can be heard.

The tombstone was cleaned very clean and a new grave was added. It was Zhibai's grave, which was right opposite the woman's grave, but three inches shorter.

It was as if he was atonement.

Qin Yun sighed again when he saw this, waved his hand, and asked everyone to leave and not disturb the peace.

Gently walked forward and looked at the tall figure in white that seemed to have turned to stone: "When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. There are some things you should let go of."

Jingyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her melancholy face was really beautiful, with clear edges and corners, and a sharp look.

She did not look back, as if she was not surprised by Qin Yun's arrival. She opened her dry red lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "If it weren't for our blood relationship, I might have killed him a year ago."

"But to this day, he's dead, and I'm not happy at all."

"Maybe if I forgive him, he won't die, but who will understand my mother's grievances? Am I wrong?"

Qin Yun sighed and tried his best to comfort her: "You are not wrong, you are definitely not wrong."

"People are all made of flesh and blood. Those who do wrong should pay the price. The regret that lasts until death is more painful than the criminal law."

"There were some misunderstandings in what happened back then. Zhibai was actually half a victim. He didn't know your mother was pregnant with you."

"Now that he's dead, it's no longer meaningful to pursue what's right or wrong. Those who are still alive should cherish their time and not let tragedy happen again."

Jingyi had been listening very seriously, but when she heard the last sentence, she glanced at him coldly and said sarcastically, "It seems that you are still plotting against Youwei!"

Qin Yun smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to take out the incense and candles he had prepared in advance, and lit them for Taoist Zhibai.

He said slowly, "You are wrong. I came here only to send Zhibai off, and then I will be entrusted by him to enlighten you."

"As for Youwei, I just know that she is doing well. Love is not about control, but about fulfillment."

Jingyi frowned in dissatisfaction. The calmer Qin Yun was, the more unhappy she became.

"Are you pointing at me to control Youwei?"

Qin Yun lit the incense and candles and looked back at her: "I didn't, don't look at me like that, I don't owe you any money."

"If you feel sad, just cry. There's no need to be so harsh when speaking to me."

Jingyi clenched her jade hands, her anger was aroused, and she glared at Qin Yun: "Has no one ever told you that you are too self-righteous? Who told you that I am sad!"

Qin Yun curled his lips, but he felt relieved in his heart. At least Jingyi could still glare and express emotions. He was just afraid that she would keep silent and keep it to herself.

Old man Zhibai, you can rest assured in the afterlife.

"Let's not talk about this. How is Youwei doing recently?"

Jing Yi sneered repeatedly, quite charmingly: "Your Majesty, are you going too far? You are a man, asking about the nun's recent situation?!"

Qin Yun asked: "What's wrong with nuns? Aren't nuns human beings?"

"Just tell me whether she is okay or not."

Jingyi felt like tearing him apart to vent her anger, but she was powerless. First of all, she couldn't kill him, and secondly, if Qin Yun fell, Daxia would basically fall as well.

Most importantly, what would his beloved disciple Li Youwei think? Although she had been separated from Qin Yun for a year, that girl...

"She's fine, you don't need to worry about her."

Qin Yun nodded, feeling relieved. This deep mountain valley training was suitable for Youwei's innocent and clear heart. He blurted out subconsciously, "That's good. You too, take care of yourself, otherwise you won't look good when you get old."

Jingyi only felt a surge of anger rising from her jade feet to her forehead, her eyes became fierce, and murderous intent filled her: "What did you say?!"

Qin Yun suddenly took three steps back. It was the first time he had a conversation with Jingyi as a friend, so he subconsciously acted a little frivolously.

Immediately said: "Don't get excited!"

"I just received Zhibai's last words and asked me to take good care of you, so I hope you can be happy and don't think too much. You are Youwei's master, and I understand that you should respect your teacher."

He didn't say it at first, and Jingyi hadn't thought of this level yet, but now that he said it, it made things worse.

Jing Yiyu's face looked ugly. It was not like she had not heard about what was happening outside. She thought that this bastard emperor really dared to have such absurd ideas.

"Qin Yun, don't challenge my bottom line, I will really castrate you!" She said gritting her teeth, clenching her jade hands, furious.

Qin Yun was frightened by her behavior. He knew that she was thinking wrongly. He wiped the sweat off his forehead speechlessly. How could he possibly have any intention of hitting on Jing Yi? What was going on?

Suddenly, Old Feng appeared, but he was not on guard against Jingyi, but whispered something in Qin Yun's ear.

Suddenly, Qin Yun's face changed slightly and his expression became solemn.

"Is there such a coincidence?" He muttered, and then said: "Forget it, I have to go back to the palace first!"