My brother is a sword

Almost all the people in the world of cultivating immortals think that He Qingyao's life is the best, that she has inexhaustible spirit stones from birth, that she has been loved by everyone since she was a child, but they don't know that what He Qingyao has experienced is worse than theirs. There are many legends.

Perhaps for He Qingyao, who practiced hard, the reason for doing this was just for the once-a-year chance to go down the mountain.

On November [-]th, she could go down the mountain to meet a woman that day.

He Qingyao didn't leave very early, and the person who went early was still asleep, and she went down the mountain empty-handed after noon.

It was a prosperous and beautiful place, and it was a gentle town for rich people, but it was not suitable for a girl like her to go in.

But this is not a problem for He Qingyao, she has already learned the simplest Qiankun formula, she can find a hidden place nearby and go directly there.

Familiar with the door and the way, I came to an inn next to me, and I still asked for a room in the west, closed the doors and windows, and then practiced the formula skillfully.

After the apparition, she appeared in a small wing room covered with red gauze.

There was a sweet fragrance in the room, He Qingyao frowned, went to the table and cut off the fragrance.

For the precocious He Qingyao, she knew the magical effect of this fragrance.

"Wake up." Pushed the drowsy woman on the bed with his hands.

"Hmm... so sleepy, it's not time to welcome guests yet, my good sister, let me sleep for a while." Her tone was soft, and her sleepy eyes were very pleasant.

"Then you go to sleep, I'm leaving." He Qingyao just turned around and was embraced by the woman who woke up.

"My son!" A look of astonishment appeared on that face that looked like He Qingyao, "Oh my God, is it November [-]th today? It's November [-]th! Mother... ah, auntie forgot Yes! Whether Qingyao has waited for a long time depends on Auntie's memory."

The woman seemed to be saying a tongue twister, and the aunt would change her tongue for a while, and there were only the two of them here. He Qingyao didn't know why she was so entangled.

She always wants to distinguish this clearly, as if changing the name can clear up the fetters between him and them.

"Auntie, I have prepared a lot of things for you." The woman turned over, ran barefoot to a remote cabinet, and rummaged through a lot of packages, "A few days ago, my sister and I went to Jinxiu Pavilion, and we immediately fell in love with each other." At that time, I thought Qingyao would look like a fairy descending to earth when wearing this white gauze."

"Also, this is a string of golden step shakes that He Guogong gave me. This is a rare item, and it is a pair with the one on the head of the palace."

"This is the blood jade bracelet that General Nie left me. It came across the ocean from the south. It is rare. Just look at its fineness."

"Yes, and this..."

He Qingyao listened to the woman's nagging like offering treasures, but she didn't respond at all. To be honest, the small things she took out from her body were far more than the combined value of the blood jade bracelet and Jin Buyao.

"I don't need it, haven't you started preparing yet?"

At this time, the girls in the building have already started to put on makeup and powder.

"Your aunt is different now. You don't have to follow so many rules. Those dignitaries have to line up to see me. Even if it's my turn, it depends on whether I am interested." The woman was in high spirits, as if she was showing off Today is not what it used to be, and many big shots are begging to see him.

"I'm not interested." He Qingyao didn't want to hear this, and she had nothing to say to this kind of self-willed and depraved person.

"I won't talk anymore, I won't talk anymore." Seeing He Qingyao's unhappy face, the woman shut up quickly, and pulled He Qingyao to sit down with a flattering smile on her face, "Qingyao, how are you doing recently? If you lose weight, is it because your father treats you badly!"

"I'm afraid I'm not good, why don't you go with me." He Qingyao sneered.

"You can't do it, you can't do it, it's the place of the immortals, and people like me can't go there." The woman shook her head again and again, and said proudly: "Qingyao is different from my aunt, Qingyao is pure and innocent. The Immortal on the Cloud, he was born to stay there."

"Enough!" He Qingyao couldn't listen anymore, and slammed the table down, "I'm a fairy on the cloud? My mother is a kiln sister! How can I be worthy? If I want to be worthy, I can only be worthy of this kind of place !"

Snapped!

He Qingyao's face was tilted to one side. It stands to reason that a woman would not feel pain even if she was hit a hundred times with this hand, but at this moment He Qingyao's vision was a little blurred, and her throat seemed to be stuck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The woman panicked, and touched He Qingyao's undamaged face, her face was already covered with tears, as if she was the one who was palmed, "Auntie didn't mean it, she was just in a hurry , but you shouldn’t say such things to anger your aunt, you are the suzerain’s daughter! You are the suzerain’s daughter!”

This woman was the most pitiful when she cried, and her voice was also soft. It was this good method that gave He Qingyao her background and sent He Qingyao into the Yin-Yang sect where everyone was overwhelmed.

But at this moment, the woman's voice was crying, and the paranoid and crazy tone in her tone was like she was suffering from a madness. She didn't look like a gentle lady at all.

He Qingyao thought sarcastically that if her father had seen this face, he would have died in his infancy.

He Qingyao ruthlessly beat that hand aside, she didn't want to stay in this place anymore, "I'm leaving."

"Qingyao! You should sit down, or...or this time next year..." The woman's eyes were wide open, she was out of breath from crying, and couldn't speak smoothly.

It was obvious that she had abandoned herself, and now she made a face of being abandoned.

"I won't come to see you again." He Qingyao threw a sign on the ground, "Unless you are going to leave with me, you will use this."

That kind of brand was used by the woman when she was on good terms with her suzerain father.

"Qingyao, don't be like this...you..."

He Qingyao looked around, thought for a while, and took the white gauze dress away. Regardless of the pleas of the woman behind him, he made a secret and left.

Seeing that He Qingyao disappeared out of thin air, the woman cried even more fiercely. Others said that when a beauty cried, it was "a branch of pear blossom with spring rain". This probably means that the beauty has not yet encountered any truly sad things.

In the room of the inn, He Qingyao could still vaguely hear the woman's crying and howling. It sounded ugly like a ghost demanding her life, and the despair contained in it was no less than that carried by a ghost.

Leaving quickly, He Qingyao believed that within five or three years, that fragile woman would definitely change her mind.

She knew that this woman missed her and couldn't bear her, just like she missed her.

They understood each other, but He Qingyao was still a girl, not a woman, let alone a mother.

She didn't underestimate that woman, but she underestimated the woman who was her mother.

As time passed by, He Qingyao practiced harder and harder. No one else understood why she worked so hard, she was already so outstanding.In fact, He Qingyao just wanted to indulge herself in one thing, only in this way would she not think wildly, and would not feel the hardships of the day.

It has been 11 years since she was agile until she became dandan, but that woman has not looked for her.

He Qingyao often thinks that she and that woman are the closest people in the world, but their relationship is actually separated by the whole vast world.

This gap was drawn by that woman herself. She must clearly distinguish herself from He Qingyao. If she takes one step forward, she will take ten steps back.

After 11 years, He Qingyao was defeated, she accepted her fate, that woman was more stubborn than herself.

It was November [-]th of another year, and she came to a familiar place again, went to a familiar inn, and entered the familiar westernmost room.

And after she made the formula, what she saw was a woman she didn't know.

She said: The woman ran away and disappeared.

He Qingyao didn't speak, the scorching flames were like fiery snakes, scaring the woman into screaming.

He Qingyao asked again.

The answer she got under her persecution was that the woman was dead, and she was struck to death in the room one night, because there was no body, only a cloud of black ash on her bed.

Arabian Nights!

There are many villains and sinners in the world, but he killed a woman who had no ambition and was as timid as a mouse?

And what kind of thunder can split people into ashes?

This must be human work!It's a cultivator!

What cultivator can a firework girl offend? The answer couldn't be more obvious.

There was only her father who was dignified and aloof.

He Qingyao was terribly calm, as if she didn't know anything, until one day, she found the signboard she left for women in the mansion of Suzerain Taiyi.

The water came out.

Only He Qingyao, who was in the middle stage of alchemy, attacked someone who could crush her to death with one finger.

This is impossible to succeed at all, He Qingyao thought that if she could leave a scar on this person, it would be enough.

Then she will be free.

However, it seemed that the heavens did not intend to accept her, and the Supreme One did not take her life.

The man admitted his crime, with regrets on his lips, but there was no wave in his eyes.

Since then, He Qingyao has buried everything in his heart.

She became desolate again, with the craziest fire burning in her heart.

Time always passed by, and the events of 20 years came to mind, He Qingyao didn't know that she remembered it so clearly.

She caressed the white gauze on her face. This gauze came from the clothes she took away that day. That woman didn't know that Yin Yang Sect could not wear private clothes.

It's like she tried her best to please her, but never cared whether she needed it or not.

The humming sound of the ferocious beast came from the side. This is a real beast!

He Qingyao held her hands tightly, not daring to look at Wang Jiuer, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry. I will definitely come to the door to apologize in the future."

Putting the fierce beasts in the separation and reunion period into the reincarnation demon tower is to take people's lives. This despicable method...

He Qingyao sneered in her heart, her father made her sick as always.

Thinking about it, when he started to do all this, he still thought it was for his daughter.

He Qingyao was extremely disappointed in such a father, although she never had any hope for him.

Wang Jiuer was taken aback for a moment, thinking that she was still apologizing for insulting Little Lightning, so she nodded without saying anything, and forgave He Qingyao in her heart.

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