The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Master Jingyi, I'm leaving. We'll see each other again when there's a chance."

Jing Yi said coldly: "It's better not to meet. Your Majesty is the emperor and the foundation of Daxia. Please walk slowly and don't break your legs!"

Hearing this, Qin Yun almost vomited blood. He looked at her unhappily and cursed in his heart, "Is Jingyi a woman's period these days? It's like eating dynamite."

For the sake of Zhibai and Youwei, I won’t bother with you!

Then he left in a hurry, and all the Jinyiwei retreated down the mountain in an orderly manner.

This time, Qin Yun felt relieved because Jingyi seemed to have slowly let it go, otherwise he wouldn't have said those words. This was a good sign!

Jingyi stood there for a long time, lost in thought, as if Qin Yun's short visit here had left a great impact on her, but she couldn't tell why.

A dusk flower withered and slowly fell from the treetops.

She reached out to catch it, and everything seemed to stand still.

Finally, she paid a great tribute to Zhibai's grave. After his death, she had been worried for a long time, but finally let it go.

At this moment, her ears moved slightly and she keenly heard the movement behind the tree.

"Who?" She turned around gently.

A graceful woman with a plain face walked out. It was Li Youwei. She had become more mature. Although she was not stained by the dust of the world, her figure was exceptionally graceful.

At this moment, he was slightly nervous, holding a basket of vegetables in his hand: "Master, Master, it's the apprentice."

"I brought you food. I just arrived..."

She didn't know why, but she couldn't speak clearly.

Jing frowned. Just arrived? She was a little unconvinced. She walked forward slowly and spoke calmly: "Have you seen Qin Yun?"

Li Youwei didn't dare to lie. She nodded, then lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt very aggrieved, but she didn't say a word because she was afraid that Jingyi would be unhappy. Her sensibleness made people feel distressed.

At that moment, Jingyi's heart suddenly tightened, and a thought emerged in her mind again: Is it really me who bound her and hurt her?

The two faced each other in silence for a long time.

Li Youwei held back her tears, suppressed her overflowing emotions, and forced out a clear smile, "Master, do you want to go back now?"

"I have copied all of my master's scriptures and can even recite them by heart."

Jingyi smiled and stroked her hair lovingly: "Good child, tell the master honestly, do you really like scriptures?"

Li Youwei was stunned, and then said: "I like it!"

Jingyi was very calm and smiled bitterly: "Really?"

Li Youwei bit her lip. She was born not to lie. She lowered her head again, looking at her toes without saying a word.

"I have been thinking a lot these days, especially his death, which made me feel a lot." Jingyi looked at Zhibai's tombstone with a complicated look.

"I don't want to see you unhappy. I have comforted you countless times this year, wanting you to be yourself again, but I found that it didn't work."

"So I am asking you seriously, are you really devoted to the Qingdeng Ancient Scroll?"

Feeling Jingyi's elder-like gaze, she suddenly stopped being so scared. She looked up and said sadly, "I dare not deceive my master. Every time I read the scriptures in the past, it was a cleansing."

"But now, every time I read the scriptures, it is a test for me. I don't yearn for wealth and glory, nor do I cling to worldly things. I just... simply can't let him go."

"Master, can you help me?" Her eyes were red.

Jingyi sighed in his heart. Although he already knew the result, he still couldn't calm down when he heard the news.

She looked up at the sky, as if her shoulders were very heavy, and said, "Youwei, I can't help you. Please go down the mountain."

Li Youwei's face turned pale, and the basket of vegetables fell to the ground. She anxiously grabbed Jing and said, "Master, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you on Baiyu Mountain."

"Although I can't let him go, I am satisfied knowing that he is doing well!"

"I have never thought of leaving. If I leave here, I will not be happy either."

Jingyi took a deep breath and looked at Li Youwei lovingly: "Don't be afraid, it was Master who was wrong before, although I hate people like Qin Yun very much."

"But he was right when he said that love is about fulfillment, not restraint."

"It's time to change many of Qingping Temple's rules. Otherwise, there will be countless more people who will pay a heavy price for them in the next few thousand years. My mother did the same thing."

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, as well as a hint of determination and open-mindedness.

The wind blew, and the fallen leaves all around danced, following the rhythm of his body. At that moment, the head of Qingping Temple actually tore through his inner demons in an instant and made further progress!

The whole person is full of energy!

Li Youwei couldn't have felt it, perhaps only Old Feng was here and could feel that breath.

At this moment, Li Youwei was very nervous and didn't dare to speak for a while. She was afraid that her master would be unhappy and was just testing her.

Jingyi looked at her directly and said lovingly, "Master asked you to go down the mountain, not to drive you away. You can rest assured that the door of Qingping Temple will always be open to you."

“There are some things that everyone has to go through once in the end. The taste, grudges and fate of it all depends on oneself.”

"Go ahead and do what you want to do."

"I will watch over you and be happy for you. If you are bullied, I will go down the mountain to seek justice for you. Even if he is the best master in the royal family, he may not be able to defeat me!"

A calm tone, full of determination!

Zhibai's death was like a whale's fall, which changed her too much.

After hearing this, Li Youwei burst into tears, her face pale, and she hugged Jingyi fiercely, choking with sobs, "Master!"

She was so sad and moved, and even felt guilty! She couldn't say a word, but just kept calling "Master".

……

A few hours later, Qin Yun rushed back to the palace. Many cabinet ministers were already waiting in the imperial study.

On the desk, there were many golden wrinkles of different styles prominently placed, obviously coming from different places. Qin Yun looked at them one by one.

Every time he read a memorial, he would pass it on so that all the cabinet ministers could read its contents.

"This……"

"What's going on? Nanzhao, the Persians, the Five Barbarians and the Twelve Territories, and the Jurchen Xiongnu, all sent letters at the same time, wanting to see Your Majesty!"

"East, west, south, north, all gathered together."

The ministers looked at each other in confusion.

Qin Yun stood up and sneered, "What a coincidence! These guys must have secretly planned to meet the emperor together, otherwise they wouldn't be so unanimous."

Gu Chuntang narrowed his eyes, bent down and said, "Your Majesty, I think there is something fishy about this matter!"

"Yes, the Jurchens are already at loggerheads with us, and they also want to come to meet us?" Zhao Heng asked suspiciously.

Qin Yun stroked the table with his fingers and said with a smile, "It's definitely abnormal. I have a feeling that they came here by smelling the scent. If nothing unexpected happens, their target is probably the Red Cannon!"