Chapter 2665: Tonight, No Dreams

Chapter 2625

Tonight No Dreams

The person who loved you is gone, but their love is everywhere.So don't be afraid.

Ye Qingyu's business is now very large, and she is already very good at keeping accounts.Her father was willing to do anything for her, yet he never considered giving her the remnants of the Equal Country. This indicates it was a bad debt.The way to handle bad debts is to write them off."Equality" is perhaps a beautiful ideal, but she thinks that path should not be within the Equal Country itself.

Pavilion Master Ye had already shown him the accounts and indicated it was time for him to leave. At this point, there shouldn't have been anything left to discuss, but Sun Yin still didn't move.He glanced at the hourglass, which still had some sand left, and changed to an extremely ambiguous tone: "This is a secret voice I've created, it can avoid others' perception. Pavilion Master Ye, there's no need to worry."

The joyful little tiger mask covered the expression of the world-shaking prodigy.He said ambiguously: "I heard that Bao Cai Tianjun is always looking for Shen Xia's true identity. Is Pavilion Master Ye not interested in this?"

Ye Qingyu's gaze returned to him: "Is Your Excellency planning to tell me?"

"I don't know the answer either," Sun Yin said. "But if you join the Equal Country, we can work together to find it. If we break through from within, I think it will be easier than Jiang Zhenjun fishing in the sea."He guessed that Ye Qingyu would probably ask him some questions, such as what his ideas for the Equal Country were, or why he was also investigating Shen Xia. He had prepared his answers beforehand and planned to elaborate on his ideals.Yi Zhen Dao had already been destroyed, but Feng Tian You Shi's tragedy was not an accident. It happened once and would happen again.For years, he had lived for revenge. In the future, he hoped the world would no longer have stories of Broken Heart Wild King City. He wanted to redeem the soul that withered there.Ye Qingyu, with her current identity and position, truly had too many advantages. If he could gain her support, anything they did would be much easier.

But he only received a polite smile from Ye Qingyu: "Please leave."

"Shen Xia's power needs no elaboration from me. Even against Jiang Zhenjun, the chances of victory are slim... Doesn't Pavilion Master Ye want to help?" Sun Yin asked.

"One should know their limitations," Ye Qingyu said lightly. "Shen Xia's strength is even above my father's. I only gained Dong Zhen by relying on my father's legacy, and my fighting strength is even more ordinary. What makes you think I can find the answers that even you couldn't?""In a game of this level, I think the best thing I can do... is not to add chaos.""Righteously doing something, overestimating one's abilities to mess things up, and in the end crying and saying 'it was all for you'... Zhenjun, does someone like me, surnamed Ye, seem that muddle-headed?"

Having walked together for so many years, this was the first time Sun Yin had encountered Qian Chou's daughter. She was unexpectedly clear-headed. But he also felt that such a hero as Qian Chou should have a daughter like this.That man who pushed a small cart and sold all sorts of treasures at the edge of life and death never carried his true treasures with him.

Sun Yin was quiet for a moment, then laughed once, shook his head again, and finally said: "Then... pardon my intrusion."He turned and stepped back into the light, but an outer round, inner square copper coin rolled to his front.Inside the square hole of the copper coin, one by one, characters of the Wealth God, gleaming with pearl light and treasure aura, jumped out—

"Your Excellency may find it inconvenient to contact him. Because too many people are watching.""If you get any crucial news.""It doesn't hurt to worship the Wealth God. Or have good luck."

The divine characters of each deity are all different. Of course, ordinary deities don't deserve exclusive divine system characters; most are patched together, modifying the characters of the Dao Country slightly.Ye Qingyu's Wealth God characters were designed by her personally. The font was chubby, like little ingots, looking very festive.A group of little ingots walked past Sun Yin, swaying and saying their unspoken words.The next moment, these little ingots shattered one by one, emitting popping sounds like bursting water bubbles, turning into red dust mist, curling like smoke, and flying back into the copper coin's square hole. It was like moonlight returning to a sky well.Sun Yin also stepped into the light and left.

That day, when her father went out, he said next time they should go fishing together. She said okay, next time, and excitedly went to find Jiang Wang to eat.There was still a little sand left in the hourglass, just like you always feel you still have time. In reality, some things you don't do at that moment are forever missed.

Ye Qingyu raised her hand and flipped the hourglass.The next half hour was the time she spent looking at the accounts every day. She actually didn't put too much effort into it before; in her previous life, everything was driven by mood.Now, there was always a sense of responsibility, always feeling the need to achieve something, to be worthy of the love and trust she had received.What exactly Sun Yin wanted to do, she didn't know. But it wouldn't hurt to wait and see.

Just as she was about to focus on the accounts, her gaze suddenly shifted back towards the immortal thought cloud sea. Within the undulating cloud tides, there was a small wish that happened to catch her eye, flashing and shining."Wealth God, Wealth God, the most beautiful Wealth God in the world, can you bless me to pick up money today?" A childish child's voice echoed within the power of the wish.Gaining without effort is not right, that's just what she thinks."Please, please. I want to buy a Jiang Qingyang Yellow River Champion Edition. He is the person I admire most, most, most!" The little boy's voice said again.

Drawing a lucky sign to this extent is also very reasonable, right?Feng Xiaohai didn't end up picking up any money after all.But he still managed to buy the Jiang Qingyang Yellow River Champion Edition.The small figure was three inches tall, made very exquisitely, with a faint spiritual light and vivid eyebrows and eyes.That was Jiang Wang at nineteen years old, at his most spirited time. Hair tied, sword pressed, proudly facing the world.Just pinch the sword sheath, and it will speak lines.Coming back and forth with one sentence

His voice was confident, spirited, and full of vitality.

"Ah!""Ah!"

Feng Xiaohai ran with the mechanical little figure in his grasp, while a woman chased him from behind, holding a broom.The woman wasn't beautiful and was dressed quite properly. She was a bit fat, so running was quite strenuous for her.But although she couldn't catch up, the broom could occasionally prod him.When prodded, there was a sound of "Ah!""Ah—"

Feng Xiaohai screamed and bumped head-first into Feng Minghuai, who had just returned to the medical hall. It was like hitting a wall. As he bounced back, he was casually caught and lifted by the back of his neck, like a small chicken.

Feng Ming, who had just returned from the official yamen, looked at his wife with some amusement: "Yue'er, what heavenly law has Xiaohai broken this time? To make you descend to the mortal world and hit him!"He and his wife met in Lan An Fu, in a small town on the edge of the Lan River.Yue'er's father was a physician, a hereditary craft. He opened a medical hall in the area. They had a boy and a girl, a family of four, living a quite decent life.That year, he was drifting along the Lan River, like a lost soul, and several insensitive children surrounded him, hitting and scolding him. It was Yue'er who happened to pass by, took him home, and treated his "madness."

The story that followed wasn't too beautiful.The old physician offended the "Ren Zhen Hui" in the county city – an organization of many medical halls united to manipulate drug prices and earn high profits, with wide-reaching influence – because he was unwilling to raise drug prices.Either by accident or as a demonstration, Yue'er's elder brother was beaten to death.Yue'er's mother spat blood and died on the spot.That day, Yue'er took Feng Ming to pick herbs in the mountains. When they returned home, only the old physician, lying in a pool of blood and gasping, was left...There was no reason, no door to sue.Feng Ming suddenly thought of the blood and fire of Qingyun Pavilion. Anger burned in his heart, dyeing his eyes red. He killed the high-level members of the "Ren Zhen Hui" clean. He took Yue'er and the old physician and fled far away after destroying their home.Later, after wandering around, they settled in Dream Capital.Yue'er and the old physician changed their names and hid their identities, while he resumed his original name, Feng Ming.They had a daughter and a son. The daughter was named Feng Xiaoyun, and the son was named Feng Xiaohai.This is their story. They enjoyed ordinary happiness, but also went through many thrilling experiences that many people couldn't imagine.

The fat woman, who was called 'Yue'er', supported her knees and panted, pointing at Feng Xiaohai with a trembling hand: "Ask, ask this precious son of yours! He... he stole money!"Feng Ming's expression also became serious. It was fine for a child to be naughty, but doing bad things was not okay.

"I didn't steal your money!"The little boy, although lifted in the air and about to face a mixed doubles beating, still felt righteous: "I took the New Year's money that exists here with you!""Taking without asking is stealing!" His mother, who had recovered some strength, lifted the broom and angrily rebuked him, full of energy."I asked, but you didn't agree!" Feng Xiaohai argued with reason."Stealing money is just not okay!""Taking one's own money is also called stealing?""What's your money? Does it have your name written on it?" His mother raised a silver note, imposing: "This one is your New Year's money, the one you took to buy the mechanical person is your mother's money! Tell me—is it stealing or not!"Feng Xiaohai almost cried. After all, his mother's logic was too sound. "I didn't know which one was which..."

His hand shook, and he pressed the sword sheath again.The voice of a young man confidently competing with the world just jumped out like this.Feng Ming had heard this voice several times outside earlier, but it hadn't sounded as real as it did here.For a moment, he forgot to act and looked in the direction of the sound: "What did you buy?"As a reporter, he had participated in the whole process of the tailor shop case on the front street.In his view, the case had been handled very fairly.It was also only at this time that he learned that Ming Que Tai was actually personally overseen by the military merit marquis Xue Mingyi!The truth of the whole case was clear, the facts were clear, there was no room for confusing black and white.Young Master Zhou was still calling people, and as a result, the ones he called were arrested, and even his father went in.Speaking of that chivalrous great hero, Ye Xiaoyun, she had the same name as his daughter. This made him very happy. He felt that his daughter would also be very promising when she grew up.Little Yun, the great hero, even said, 'See you again in the jianghu!'Besides, he had just heard a story about an old gentleman named Yan Sheng from the mountains who came to Yong Country and was said to be opening an academy in Dream Capital.He paid special attention to it and thought his little Yun could go study for a few years. As for Xiaohai... indeed, he was not material for studying. He should be sent to learn martial arts later.Only this voice... was vaguely familiar.When his son held the mechanical little figure in front of him... it became even more familiar!

"He... is?" Feng Ming's voice trembled a little."Handsome, right?!" Feng Xiaohai was almost crying just now, but now he was proud again: "Yellow River Champion Jiang Qingyang! Limited edition, oh, I bought it!"Feng Ming naturally knew Jiang Wang's name, but he hadn't seen his portrait. Jiang Zhenjun wasn't on the divine path, and he certainly didn't build statues everywhere.But he wasn't enthusiastic about fighting, nor did he have a personal cult of worship, so he was unwilling to spend money on that.Until today, when he saw his true appearance.Unexpectedly, it was Jiang Wang...Yu Songhai was unexpectedly Jiang Wang!Jiang Wang, the Yellow River champion at nineteen, the strongest true person in ancient and modern times, the youngest true jun in history!His emotions at this moment were truly complex.

Feng Ming suddenly thought of the last conversation they had when they parted that year.Jiang Wang asked: "What month and day is it today?"He said: "It seems to be, the twenty-eighth of the first month."Now the world knows that Jiang Wang was born on the twenty-eighth of the first month in the third nine zero zero year of the Dao Calendar. Many people who were pregnant intentionally asked physicians to time it so their children would be born on that day.That day... was unexpectedly his nineteenth birthday.The day Qingyun Pavilion was bloodily massacred, the day he rushed out from the darkness and desperately saved himself from the hands of humans and demons...It was a young man's nineteenth birthday.From his public deeds, at that time, Jiang Wang hadn't yet become the Yellow River champion, let alone avenged the blood feud. He was just gritting his teeth, swallowing blood, and thinking of all ways to become strong.Meanwhile, at that time, he himself, at twenty-one... could still only cry and seek protection. After being saved, he was still confused about life and wanted him to lead him.

"Dad? What are you thinking about?" Feng Xiaohai waved the mechanical little figure."Ming bro, are you okay?" Yue'er also came close, looking quite worried: "It's just a child's whim, spending impulsively. Don't be too angry... Can we return it? He's still small, how can he spend so much money.""I'm not returning it!" Feng Xiaohai grabbed the mechanical little figure and ran: "Champion Jiang needs my support!"The woman was so angry she laughed: "A fart from Elder Brother Jiang can blow you away ten thousand eight thousand miles. What can you support him with?""They're having a sales competition!" Their daughter, Feng Xiaoyun, suddenly spoke up and informed: "The top three in sales will release an Ask the Peak collection edition."As she said this, she collected the Chongxuan Fenghua Champion Marquis edition in her sleeve again."Nonsense!" Feng Xiaohai's reason for spending money was obviously different: "Clearly, they are in a tight situation on the front line of the demon battlefield and need us to transmit light. Buying a mechanical person adds one energy!""They are eating demons just fine, not in a tight situation on the demon battlefield! Only you, who can't even finish reciting the 'Three Character Classic', would be coaxed like this." In front of her younger brother, who failed the exam, Feng Xiaoyun had the intellectual upper hand.

Feng Ming could only sigh.Unscrupulous merchants! Who says there's no Qian Mo these days? The sales plan for these mechanical figures is exactly the true transmission of Qian Mo, isn't it? They've caught the children of his old Feng family in one fell swoop.But after thinking for a moment, he finally took out a silver note and said to Feng Xiaohai: "Go buy a hundred... never mind, ten copies!"He wasn't exactly short of money, but later his daughter would go to the academy, his son would go to the martial hall, and Yue'er still needed to buy clothes from Yun Xiang Zhai...

Feng Xiaohai's face was full of excitement: "All bought for Iron Head Jiang? Actually, Big Knife Dou is also very tough.""What Iron Head Jiang, Big Knife Dou." Feng Ming didn't understand what he was hearing.Feng Xiaohai was already running towards the outside, waving his hand as he ran: "You don't understand, these are all terms of endearment—forget it, I'll rush first, I won't be able to grab one if I'm late!""Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun only shouted once and stamped her foot.Feng Ming then obediently took out more money: "Save a little—""Thank you, Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun also ran off."Ming bro—" Yue'er, contrary to her usual self, didn't complain about her husband spending money, just looked at him worriedly."I'm fine," Feng Ming replied, and then emphasized: "I'm very good."At this moment, Feng Ming truly felt very happy. In his feeling of happiness, he unknowingly shed tears.Misty tears reflected the ups and downs of the years.He looked forward, and it seemed he saw many versions of Feng Ming in the past.The sinister Feng Ming, the proud Feng Ming, the well-protected Feng Ming...The timid Feng Ming, the fearful Feng Ming, the crying Feng Ming, the sad Feng Ming, the useless Feng Ming...Many Feng Mings were all left in that large cauldron that cooked people. Until a cold light pierced the sky, and a human figure flew vertically, killing his way out of the darkness, taking him away... He took away the most relaxed Feng Ming.After circling for so long, it seemed he only returned to the initial intersection of their separation at this moment.He said you don't have to take me with you, I can be your follower... The earliest Songhai was his follower.Many years had passed, and only today did he understand Yu Songhai's refusal—The story of humans and demons has nothing to do with you. The brave one has already decided to take responsibility.

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