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Just like the story in the vernacular novel, Gu Wanggui’s arrival also opened up a new world for Feng Qing.

Novel things from the outside world, interesting rumors and anecdotes, beautiful clothes and jewelry, or delicious snacks.

All these things made Feng Qing want to leave Fengxi Valley.

Time flies, the seasons change, and the wind welcomes and sends off the leaves on the trees over and over again.

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The grown-up Gu Wanggui was handsome and gentle like jade. He sat on a stone with a volume of poetry in his hand.

"The peach tree is young and tender, its flowers are bright and beautiful. The daughter is getting married, and she is a good match for the family..."

"Wanggui Wanggui, what do you mean?" The girl sitting next to him looked at him curiously.

Wang Gui smiled, "This is a poem about a bride getting married. When ancient people saw the tender peach branches and bright peach blossoms in spring, they would think of the young and beautiful women."

Feng Qing counted on her fingers, "I have seen orchids, plum blossoms, and roses in Fengxi Valley... but I have never seen peach blossoms. What do peach blossoms look like?"

Wang Gui looked at her innocent and puzzled expression and smiled dotingly: "Qingqing, I will take you outside to see the peach blossoms with your own eyes when we have the chance. You will definitely like them when you see them."

Feng Qing hesitated for a long time, but still shook her head: "No, forget to go home. Father said that the flowers will bloom in a few days, and I guess I won't be able to go out in the future."

Wang Gui's face changed.

Over the years, he and Feng Qing almost grew up together and had met members of the Fengxi tribe.

Naturally, I also know about this so-called sacrifice.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Gui looked at the graceful girl and felt very complicated for a moment.

"Xiao Qing, sacrificing people is illogical and against the will of heaven. If a true god is unable to protect his believers and instead requires living people to be sacrificed in order to suppress the so-called evil spirit, he is not worthy of the title of god at all."

Feng Qing was just a young girl in her prime, and she was naturally afraid of being sacrificed.

But she couldn't bear it when she thought of her parents' teachings.

"But Wang Gui, if I don't go, the evil spirit will come out and not only the people of the Fengxi tribe will die, but also you and me, and everyone in the world will die."

A layer of frost covered Wang Gui's warm eyes, "Qingqing, listen to me, I have been practicing spiritual power since I was young, and I also know some formations. We can completely use formations to seal the evil spirit, there is no need to sacrifice people."

"Formation seal?" Feng Qing looked up in surprise.

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Just as Wanggui said, after he returned home, he searched through all the ancient books and finally found the most suitable formation.

They successfully persuaded the elders of the tribe to set up a formation using various rare spiritual tools in advance when the Wind Resting Tree bloomed.

The formation took effect, the demonic energy did not move, and the Wind Resting Tree did not grow any buds.

Everyone in the Wind Breath tribe breathed a sigh of relief, their joy evident on every possible means.

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Afterwards, they left Fengxi Valley and headed for Gu Wanggui's home.

Wang Gui told his elders in his family that he wanted to marry Feng Qing, and one month before the wedding preparations, he secretly asked the embroiderer how to embroider.

He found the most precious hundred-year-old silk and embroidered the pattern on the bride's veil stitch by stitch.

It is the totem of the Fengxi tribe, a light white Fengxi flower.

The people of the Fengxi tribe cannot leave Fengxi Valley easily.

Afraid that Feng Qing would miss them, Wang Gui specially asked the embroiderer to embroider the Fengxi flower on Feng Qing's wedding dress.

But the day before the wedding, the bride disappeared.

The room was also filled with brightly coloured wedding gowns and a bridal veil that he had embroidered himself.

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When they chased to Fengxi Valley, Wanggui looked at the sudden dark sky and realized that the formation was useless.

The evil energy still broke through the suppression and surged out.

At that time, Feng Qing cried heart-wrenchingly, and tears of regret and self-blame kept flowing out of her eyes.

In order to prevent her from sacrificing herself, he knocked Feng Qing unconscious.

All the way north.

He came to the coldest snow mountain and personally sent Feng Qing into the ice coffin.

He used his own spiritual power to seal the unique spiritual power of the Fengxi clan in Shi Qing's body.

And all memories.

He imagined that after fifty years, this formation would automatically collapse, and Feng Qing would wake up at that time and be able to live in this world with a completely new identity.

Live healthy and happy.

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He returned to Wind's Rest Valley alone, and the raging demonic energy could no longer be suppressed.

Except Feng Qing, no one from the Fengxi tribe survived.

Gu Wanggui first improved the formation and then strengthened the restrictions at the entrance of Fengxi Valley.

He constantly used his own spiritual power to strengthen the seal, and personally planted a peach forest where he could see Fengxi Valley.

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Qingqing likes peach blossoms.

If one day she sees this peach blossom forest, will she think of me?

Will there be a moment when you can forgive me because of a bright peach petal?

Wang Gui could not wait for Feng Qing to wake up, nor could he wait for the peach blossoms to bloom.

His spiritual power was not enough to permanently suppress the restless demonic energy.

He finally sacrificed himself.

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In place of his love, the girl he never married.

Dedicated himself to the Wind's Rest Tree.

At the last moment before his consciousness faded, he saw the wind stop and the flowers bloom.

The holy white flowers, with their petals blooming layer by layer, are intricate and beautiful.

Even more stunning than what you see in ancient books.

but--

None of them can compare to the one I embroidered on my red veil.

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Note: [1] From The Book of Songs: Taoyao