When Qin Huai woke up again, he found that he was in a dimly lit secret room. At this time, he was lying on the stone bed in the secret room.
There is a stone platform next to the stone bed. There is an ever-burning lamp exuding a faint fragrance on the stone platform. The curls of green smoke rise and coil in the secret room.
In addition, there was a long sword without a scabbard quietly placed next to the ever-glamorous lamp, which was clearly the murder weapon used to assassinate Qin Huai.
He suddenly stood up on the stone bed, and a surging vitality suddenly bloomed at this moment. Looking down at his abdomen, Qin Huai found that his wounds had been completely healed, and his messy clothes had been taken off at some point. At this time, he was completely naked.
Fortunately, when he turned around, he found a set of white robes folded neatly beside the bed. Recalling the conversation in the void, Qin Huai put on the robes without any further ado, looking as exquisite as a rebirth.
"Huh?" Noticing the green smoke emitted by the ever-burning lamp next to the bed, Qin Huai spotted this inconspicuous thin wisp of smoke at a glance. When the wisp of green smoke was inhaled into the body, it instantly made people feel invigorated and seemed to bring a sense of excitement. There was a gentle medicinal power that filled Qin Huai's newly healed abdomen with a gentle healing feeling.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up the long sword beside him, Qin Huai also inadvertently returned his thoughts to that night. After all, under the threat of life, no one can be truly calm, and he will also feel Fear leads to a strong desire to survive, which is human instinct.
The door to the secret room was suddenly opened at this moment. The huge sound instantly brought Qin Huai's thoughts back to reality. A dazzling light shone in from outside the door. Qin Huai looked outside the door and saw a tall man wearing the same clothes as Qin Huai. Long-haired woman in style white robe standing in the doorway.
Although the overall style of the woman's robe looks exactly the same as Qin Huai's, upon closer inspection, it is obvious that the woman's style is richer and slimmer, and the huge skirt of the outermost trench coat is particularly domineering.
"Just wake up and come." The long-haired woman said calmly when she saw Qin Huai wake up. At the same time, under the bright light outside, Qin Huai finally saw clearly the appearance of the person who came.
A head of long sky-blue hair that reaches her knees pours down like a waterfall, hanging casually behind the woman's back. Her slender and tall figure gives people an inviolable sense of majesty, and her casual words do not sound human at all. The emotion is like a cold machine.
Even the moment the woman said these four words, Qin Huai discovered that the temperature in the secret room dropped at a speed that his body could detect. This extremely strange scene made him surprised for a moment.
The same dark blue eyes were as cold as a sharp sword. A casual glance made Qin Huai shiver unconsciously. The woman's eyes actually gave Qin Huai a vague sense of oppression. The latter was even a little bit embarrassed.
Ignoring Qin Huai's appearance, the woman turned around and left. Seeing this, Qin Huai also realized his gaffe, got up angrily and followed the woman.
After exiting the secret room door, she passed through a bright corridor. At the end of the corridor, the woman stretched out her white palm, and a blue handprint appeared in her palm. She gently placed it on a stone platform next to the stone door at the end that emitted a strange light. Above, the next moment, the stone door at the end of the corridor slowly opened.
The woman took the lead and walked out, followed closely by Qin Huai. The next moment, a huge square appeared in her eyes. There were many round platforms floating around the square, and figures in white robes stood on them, with hands behind their backs. Among them, Each one wears a long hat, covering their face, giving them a sense of mystery.
There is an extremely huge stone platform in front of the square. The stone platform is tens of meters high. Standing on it, you can have a panoramic view of all the scenes on the square. At this time, there is a middle-aged man in black clothes sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes tight. close.
On the square, there were dozens of figures similar to Qin Huai's age, who were also sitting cross-legged and meditating, their eyes closed, and the whole square was silent.
"Welcome to Tianzi Academy." The blue-haired woman turned her head and glanced at Qin Huai, and said lightly. Then an extremely low-temperature cold air emerged around her body, and a dark blue energy burned around the woman's body like a flame.
The next moment, the woman suddenly leaped up, flew tens of meters, landed on the highest stone platform, and stood respectfully next to the man in black with his eyes closed.
Looking at the majestic scene in front of him, the blood in his body boiled involuntarily. Qin Huai knew that his story was about to begin a new chapter.
In the Xingtian area, there are Koreans and foreigners.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the gentle sunshine added a warm veil to the entire earth like a mother's bare hands. On a mountain range in Han, two figures were facing a mausoleum.
The mausoleum is small, simple and plain, but it is extremely clean. The entire mausoleum is spotless, and eagles soaring in the sky often come to rest again.
There are only a few simple large characters on the tombstone of the mausoleum. The sunlight shines in, and even reflects a faint golden light. If you look carefully, you can see that there are dragons and phoenixes engraved on it: "The Tomb of Han Qingyue.".
This mausoleum is the burial place of Han Qingyue, the mother of Qin Huai. If it weren't for the accident that year, Han Qingyue's status as the war emperor would naturally not be buried here casually, even if she was alive or dead. The remains of the war emperors of the past dynasties were personally buried in the War Palace at the Korean headquarters by the highest-ranking elders of the Korean clan.
Moreover, the successive war emperors buried in the War Palace were all famous in their military life. They were worshiped by the Korean people for generations and given the highest level of respect. The achievements of each generation of war emperors were passed down from generation to generation like a popular song. interest.
Although the Korean people have secular prejudices against Han Qingyue, if Han Qingyue is willing, even the top leaders of the Han clan can only abide by the War Emperor's last wish. However, Han Qingyue, whose time is approaching, still asks Han Qingyun not to Bury them in the Palace of War, and the only requirement is to stay with them.
So after careful consideration, Han Qingyun finally buried his sister's body in a silent mountain range behind the place where she lived. At this time, in front of the mausoleum, in addition to Han Qingyun and Aunt Yun, whom Qin Huai had longed for, there were also Anyone?
Since her sister passed away, Han Qingyun has raised her sister's only child as her own.
After that battle, she was left with injuries that would affect the rest of her life. Although it is no longer fatal and she did not defeat the disease like Han Qingyue, she was still unable to be as majestic and known as the overlord of a party as she was back then. .
At sunset, the bleak autumn wind slowly blew up the fallen leaves. In the lonely mountains, Han Qingyun sat on her knees in front of her sister's mausoleum, constantly wiping the flowing engraved fonts, and her face was filled with surprise. All stained with tears.
After suffering from injuries, Han Qingyun's elegant cheeks showed obvious vicissitudes of life. Although she had been weathered and the years had left traces on her cheeks, she still could not hide her elegant temperament and delicacy. It’s hard to imagine how graceful and graceful this woman was all those years ago.
"Sister, I'm sorry, I failed to take good care of Huai'er..." With eyes as soft as moonlight staring at the tombstone, Han Qingyun choked up uncontrollably, covering her face with her hands, crying, which made people feel heartbroken. .
After the day when the Han tribe was attacked by the enemy, Qin Huai lost news. This was like a bolt from the blue to Han Qingyun. The only thing she could know was that Qin Huai had been killed after that enemy attack. She was heartbroken. The news made her unable to sleep or eat even more, and there was even visible weight loss on her cheeks.
"Mother..." Behind Han Qingyun, there was a young man of the same age as Qin Huai. At this time, he also had unconcealable sadness in his eyes, but with firm eyes, he looked at the person in front of him and cried with heartache. Han Qingyun resisted the urge to burst into tears.
This young man's name is Han Xuan, Han Qingyun's biological son, and Qin Huai's brother whose blood is thicker than water. The two are dependent on each other in the Han clan, and their relationship is as strong as that of a biological brother.
