The First Tyrant of Daxia

Li Youwei seemed to get along well with her, she smiled and called out, "Sister Murong."

Murong Shunhua smiled slightly, and then bowed to Qin Yun: "Your Majesty."

Qin Yun nodded, secretly wondering what Shun Hua was doing here.

"Master Jingyi, is it okay?" Murong spoke again at this time.

Jingyi frowned slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but I won't accept it. As long as Your Majesty agrees to my conditions, the remaining pills can be handed over at any time."

"We can just say goodbye and keep our distance."

Murong was suspicious, what kind of elixir?

But now was not the time to ask this, so she glanced at Li Youwei.

"Youwei has consumed a lot of energy to save me. It's not a bad idea to stay one more night to recuperate."

"If you don't mind, Master, I can lend you the books from the Moon Palace for your perusal."

Hearing this, Qin Yun was shocked, and Feng Lao and others also widened their eyes.

The classics of Yaoyue Palace have never been passed on to outsiders. I'm afraid that only Mu Xin can read them. But now Murong wants to take them out on his own initiative. Why?

Abbess Jingyi was silent for a moment. The classics in Yaoyue Palace were still somewhat tempting to her.

But he quickly shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I respect your invitation to the Moon Palace for a hundred years of fame, but for both public and private reasons, we have to leave."

Murong's face was calm, and he quickly added: "What if it is a scroll of notes from the ancestor of Qingping Temple?"

Jingyi suddenly opened her eyes, and her tall figure visibly shook.

"What did you say?"

"Ancestor's hand-written note?"

Qin Yun also cast a suspicious look. He knew how many moles Shunhua had on her body. When had she been pierced by the ancestor of Qingping Temple?

Murong Shunhua smiled faintly: "Yes."

"impossible!"

"How could you have my ancestor's hand-written note? This is too strange."

"Empress Murong, I respect you, but don't treat me as a fool!" Jing frowned, a little displeased.

Murong Shunhua was not angry either, and smiled and said, "I, Murong Shunhua, keep my promises!"

As she spoke, she took out an ancient notebook from her sleeve. It was covered with mottled marks and was obviously an antique.

There is also a special emblem of Qingping Temple on it.

Just one glance, and Jing's eyes widened, and she subconsciously reached out to take it.

Although Murong was pregnant, she was still very agile. She took a half step back and put the bracelet away.

She smiled and said, "If you want, please stay overnight. I want to treat Youwei well and practice for her."

Li Youwei on the side was a little nervous, afraid that her master would be angry, but she had no way of interrupting in this situation and could only worry.

Jingyi withdrew her hand, and her eyes under the white veil looked at Li Youwei, and then at Qin Yun.

Finally, his eyes fixed on the notebook, with some eagerness. The ancestor's notebook was a rare treasure, and it might also record some of Xiqing's past.

She was moved.

After some hesitation.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

"I promise you, but there is a prerequisite, which Your Majesty should have answered me long ago!"

"Don't interfere with other people's business, would you mind?"

"If you want, I can take out the pills now."

Everyone's eyes turned to Qin Yun again.

Although Qin Yun didn't know what was going on, it was worth it to keep Li Youwei and practice it for her once.

"it is good."

"The imperial court and Qingping Temple have no dealings and do not disturb each other."

This sentence symbolizes many things. For some reason, Li Youwei felt a little depressed. There were so many new friends here...

Jing Yi's expression relaxed a little when he heard that, and he glanced at Li Youwei suddenly.

"Youwei, did you hear that?"

"Don't interact with each other!"

She emphasized these four words, as if she meant something else.

Li Youwei's body trembled, her eyes almost turned red, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Master, I know."

She kept her head down while speaking, no longer looking at Qin Yun, and even hid behind Jingyi.

Seeing this, Qin Yun frowned slightly.

He understood that Li Youwei must have promised her master something in exchange.

But they were master and disciple after all, and I was just a passer-by, or a friend I met by chance. I couldn't dissuade them or say anything more.

"This is the remaining Tongjing Pill. Master Murong should wait at least half a year before swallowing it."

"I will go down the mountain myself and cure your hidden injuries."

"This was also the last and only time that the court and Qingping Temple were anxious."

"I hope your majesty can keep his promise!"

Jingyi's palm is very beautiful, with a precious pill spread out, exuding the fragrance of medicine.

At the same time, he looked closely at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun stepped forward and slowly took the pill.

For some reason, he was not in a very good mood. He always felt that he got this pill by selling Li Youwei, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed not to be the case.

He took the pill and suddenly felt something.

Looking to the left, I saw Li Youwei peeking at me with her clear big eyes.

She lowered her head quickly as if she had received an electric shock.

Qin Yun smiled bitterly. This girl was really naive.

But unfortunately, the two people were destined not to be on the same line. The nun and the emperor, just thinking about it makes it feel like a century apart.

At this time, Murong Shunhua generously took out the scroll.

"Master, this is yours."

"Aren't you afraid that I will get the code and run away with my men?" Jingyi was tempted when he saw the code, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He looked at Murong with a flickering look.

She didn't even understand in her heart that a woman of unrivaled beauty in the martial arts world would be willing to give birth to a child for a man like Qin Yun! She would spend her whole life in this world in the deep palace!

Murong Shunhua gathered her hair together, and there was less of the martial arts air about her, and more of a woman's air.

"I believe in the nun, just as she believes in me."

"Besides, your majesty is not that easy to fool." She glanced at Qin Yun with a smile in her eyes.

Jingyi glanced at the calm Qin Yun and felt a little apprehensive.

He took the bracelet in one hand and held it tightly.

"Okay, just one night!"

"Early tomorrow morning, everyone from Qingping Temple will return to the mountain."

"Where are my other apprentices?"

Qin Yun said: "I'm going to the Wuyang Palace to meditate. You can go over now."

"Thank you."

Jingyi replied coldly, and when she calmed down she bowed.

But that's all. He is like an iceberg, keeping people at a distance and wishing to cut off all ties with others immediately.

She left under the guidance of the imperial guards.

Li Youwei also left, following behind Master Miejue, with her head down all the time, like a little chick.

From beginning to end, she never spoke to anyone again.

Qin Yun watched them leave, feeling a sense of regret.

In fact, I still feel a little reluctant to let Li Youwei go.

"Your Majesty, are you reluctant to part with Li Youwei?" Murong Shunhua raised her red lips and asked suddenly.

"A little bit, but not what you think. I just think that Li Youwei is a rare pure girl in the world, as white as a piece of rice paper, and not stained by dust." Qin Yun said seriously.

Murong Shunhua squinted her eyes and teased in a playful manner.

"I'm a nun!"

Qin Yun was speechless: "I know, what's wrong?"

"That's right, so what if she's a nun?" Murong raised his eyebrows and chuckled teasingly.

Qin Yun frowned, and he put his arm around her waist and walked towards the White Jade Avenue: "Stop playing word games, and tell me what happened to your note."