"Well, if you give him more opportunities, it won't be a big problem. If you give him ten years to grow, he will definitely become a pillar of talent." Jiang Feiling said, she said it very calmly, but she was actually secretly happy for a long time.

"Don't worry, God, I will pay more attention to him in the future and help him grow at full speed." Xuanyuan Dao said solemnly.

"Okay." Jiang Feiling nodded.

Fang Qingli stood aside respectfully and said nothing for a long time.

…

night.

Outside Xuanyuan Lake.

"What's the matter?" Fang Qingli floated over like a ghost.

On a barren mountain in front of her, a dark figure stood, like a green pine, standing alone.

"Mother!" The figure turned around, and it was Fang Taiqing.

His face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he knelt softly on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

"My only son is gone like this. He died so tragically, his body was not intact!"

He reached out and grabbed Fang Qingli's palm.

Fang Qingli stood on the ground like a piece of wood, her eyes trembling violently, and her eyes were a little blurry.

"This is Xingque's ashes." Fang Taiqing raised a small pot and respectfully presented it in front of Fang Qingli.

"What are you doing for me?!" Fang Qingli's voice was hoarse, as if there were bugs stuck in her throat.

"Mother, please talk to him, he is the closest to you." Fang Taiqing said.

Fang Qingli held the small pot in her hands with trembling hands.

"Let the child rest in peace..." Fang Qingli said.

"It's too miserable to die, and I can't rest in peace. Unless I can rest in peace." Fang Taiqing lowered his head and said.

"Fang Taiqing, what do you want me to do? You avenge Xingque, and I will take care of the God for you? Do you know Li Tianming's position in the heart of the God?" Fang Qingli said.

"Revenge? Mother, you are overthinking." Fang Taiqing smiled bitterly, "My son just hopes that when a disaster strikes and our Taiqing Fang family retreats, mother will not stop her, let alone embarrass her son."

"..."

Fang Qingli looked at him for a long time.

"Mother is the person close to Zun Shen. If our Taiqing Fang family is doomed, Zun Shen's life may be our last chance." Fang Taiqing prostrated and kowtowed.

"You are too presumptuous!" Fang Qingli said with red eyes.

"Mom, please understand, my son just doesn't want our Taiqing Fang clan's ancestors to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood to achieve today's situation. I don't want more Fang Xingque to die innocently and miserably, to the Taikoo Xuanyuan clan.

The god sent his life.”

"Mom, if I make any mistakes, please ask the ancestors of the Fang family to cut me into pieces. We, the slaves of the three surnames of the Fang family in Taiqing, are born with a low life, and death is not a pity!"

Fang Taiqing kept kowtowing and crying bitterly.

"Get out!" Fang Qingli clenched the pot of ashes in her hand, her heart was cut like a knife, and tears flowed down her face, "I was born to serve the temple, and when I die, I am a ghost serving the temple."

"But--"

"You, me, and Xingque are a real family."

Fang Taiqing kowtowed for the last time, turned around and left, his desolate figure disappearing into the darkness of the blizzard.

In the snow.

Fang Qingli was left standing there, as dumb as a tree stump.

…

Twenty breaths later, Fang Taiqing and Fang Shenyu met.

At this time, Fang Taiqing's face was radiant, as if he had a different face.

"How?" Fang Shenyu asked.

"Okay, I planted a seed and held the ashes of her precious grandson in her hand. I don't believe that she can continue to be a magic stick." Fang Tai said calmly.

"That's what it is like to serve in the Temple of God. Her former mentor was very kind to her. She has been accompanying the divine blood all her life. It's impossible not to be crazy." Fang Shenyu said.

"Well, let's go. Just wait for the seeds to germinate at the right time." Fang Taiqing said.

"Xingque had a great future, but it's a pity."

"It's okay. If it can change the fate of our clan and become a key blow to break the situation, then he deserves to die." After Fang Taiqing finished speaking, he passed away like the wind.

…

Taiyi Sword Palace.

Jian Wuyi stood on the rooftop, looking at the blizzard in the sky and the Wanli Snow Country in trance.

"Brother." A man with one arm and wild hair appeared at the door.

"Why did you come to me if you don't protect me?" Jian Wuyi asked.

"People from the Tai'a Sword Clan want to see you," the one-armed man said.

"Oh..." Jian Wuyi smiled.

"See you?"
Chapter completed!