Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Mrs. Du!

Standing in front of the two was none other than Madam Du from the Three Kingdoms period.

Mrs. Du was still alive, and her beautiful face hadn't changed at all.

She is still the same stunning beauty who outshines all other beauties.

She missed Chengfeng and escaped from Prime Minister Cao's Prime Minister's Mansion, but was chased by soldiers.

A goddess appeared and rescued her.

Under the persuasion of the goddess, she returned to the stalactite cave and devoted herself to practicing.

In the stalactite cave, she began a long period of learning and waiting.

Although "Void Step" is just a skill to escape, it also gives her the ability to be free.

More than three hundred years have passed, and she has learned how to cope with adversity and grow in solitude.

During this period, she also secretly visited her son Qin Lang.

He had grown up and had his own family, which gave her great comfort.

She learned from her mother that Chengfeng had become the Shancai boy of the Venerable Cihang of the South China Sea.

This news surprised her greatly.

On the way to Mount Putuo, an unexpected encounter with the Taoist Master Ran Deng pointed out the way forward for her.

More than three hundred years is enough to turn the ocean into mulberry fields.

But for Du Xiuniang, those years were nothing but a testimony to the eternal love in her heart.

She is still as beautiful as ever, and time has not left any trace on her face.

The wind from the North Sea, carrying the salty smell of the sea water, blew across Xiuniang's face, but failed to calm the waves in her heart.

She witnessed the intimacy between Chengfeng and Diaochan.

That scene, like a sharp blade, cut through the last line of defense in my heart.

Diao Chan is the woman that she has always been hostile and jealous of in her heart.

In an instant, anger and sadness intertwined into a storm.

She rushed towards Chengfeng and poured out all the grievances and complaints she had suffered over the years.

But Diao Chan's tears quietly fell, silently telling of her helplessness and sorrow.

Du Xiuniang and Chengfeng had so many stories and she even gave birth to a child for him.

The past entanglement between the two was like a bolt from the blue, shocking Diao Chan.

Seeing Chengfeng remaining silent, Diao Chan's heart was broken. She left after leaving a few words.

"Our relationship ends here. I hope you and Mrs. Du will be happy!"

She chose to leave, her back moving farther and farther away in the wind.

Chengfeng's thoughts were in chaos.

After pondering these two sentences for a long time, he came to his senses and chased in the direction where Diao Chan disappeared.

Du Xiuniang was the only one left at the scene.

She stood in the yard, staring blankly at the crooked old locust tree in front of her.

Her sad cry became the most touching melody on the North Sea coast.

The tears flowed down like pearls, and every teardrop was a tribute to the good times in the past.

……

The scorching sun and the heat waves like tides swept across every inch of the North Sea.

Chengfeng has traveled all over the vast area along the Beihai Lake, but has not found any trace of Diao Chan.

Sweat slid down his forehead, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dyed the sky red.

In desperation, he summoned the God of Land.

The old man shook his head and said that there was no trace of Diao Chan in his territory.

Cheng Feng frowned, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - "Lao Mu Palace"

That may be her only home.

With a thought in his mind, he rode the wind and stepped on the auspicious clouds, rushing to the top of Mount Li.

In the Old Mother Palace, the Old Mother of Mount Li sighed softly and spoke with deep sincerity.

"Chengfeng, although you and Du Xiuniang have a deep love, the things you concealed will eventually hurt Chan'er's heart."

"Let her stay here for a few days. When she calms down, we can discuss it later. You can go back now."

"This……"

Chengfeng wanted to say something but stopped himself. Looking at his mother's unquestionable eyes, he had to leave sadly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

What should I do if Diao Chan doesn’t even give me a chance to explain?

For a moment, Chengfeng felt so annoyed that he walked into a restaurant.

"Donglaishun" is of medium size, not too big but not too small either.

At this moment, there are already three or five tables full of customers in the store.

Chengfeng stepped into the house and shouted loudly:

"Hey, give me three jars of Bamboo Leaf Green Tea, a pound of beef, and a pound of spicy large intestines!"

His voice was depressed and quite loud, attracting the attention of the guests who were dining around him.

In a corner of the restaurant, five men and one woman were sitting around a round table.

Leading the group was an old man, with time leaving deep marks on his forehead.

But his eyes were still bright, revealing wisdom and majesty.

The other five were all young men and women.

Their faces are all unique, but without exception, they all reveal a transcendent temperament.

Although the six people did not speak, their eyes were all fixed on Chengfeng.

There was a gleam of curiosity and inquiry in their eyes, as if they were evaluating Chengfeng's identity and origins.

Chengfeng was in a depressed mood, carrying too many unspeakable emotional entanglements. He had no time to pay attention to others, so he found a table and sat down, just facing the six people.