Chapter 351 is the most difficult to accept beauty!

There are all banquets in the world, the moon is full, and people have separation. This matter is difficult in ancient times, but if there is no sadness when parting, how can there be a surprise when we meet again?

Brother, have a good trip!

Ye Qingyan stared at the backs of several people who left freely, narrowed his eyes and muttered.

Life should be so free and easy to walk away. There are no speechless 18 pavilions to send away. When you get together, you can drink to the moon. If you meet a thousand cups of wine, you will hate less!

"Ky, I'm gone too!" Chiyan Tianshen nodded to Ye Qingyan and laughed, "I hope you can be alone next time I see you again!"

Ye Qingyan nodded and said, "Take care!"

Chiyan laughed heroly. He has been reborn. Even if he is reborn, it is not a dream to return to the peak with his many years of experience.

"Kid, deal with these two women, you are the happiest and greatest man in the world!"

The moment he passed by Ye Qingyan, Chiyan whispered, "Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

Then he patted Ye Qingyan on the shoulder, his eyes were playful, and then he didn't wait for Ye Qingyan to refute and left with a smile.

Ye Qingyan's face was embarrassed. Chiyan was not a sound transmission just now. At such a close distance, Ye Qingyan could hear it, and the saint of Qiyue and Wan'er could also hear it.

"Damn it!" A trace of shyness flashed in Wan Yuer's bright eyes and muttered in a low voice.

The saint Qiyue's eyes changed slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but finally she was silent again.

"Cough... What are you going to do next?" Ye Qingyan saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he couldn't help coughing and said.

"I..." Wan Yuer's bright eyes flowed, glanced at the silent saint Qiyue, and smiled softly, "Qiyue, what do you plan to do?"

"Return to the East China Sea and continue to practice!" The saint Qiyue hesitated, then gently opened her red lips and said slowly in an extremely beautiful tone.

"Hmm!" Wan Huer snorted coldly, "I guessed correctly. You came here because you heard that I was here!"

She paused slightly, glanced at Ye Qingyan, who was slightly embarrassed, and then glanced at the silent saint Qiyue. She smiled and said, "I found for the first time that I was so important. In order to see me, you could interrupt your practice and get out of the customs. I'm really flattered!"

The saint of Qiyue slowly raised her head and stared at the sneering Wan Huan'er with her beautiful eyes, which flashed a touch of coldness.

Ye Qingyan suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very wrong, and it seemed that the smoke was about to rise again in an instant. He couldn't help changing the topic and said, "Yes, what did you two compete for in the annihilation of Tianfeng that made you fight?"

The saint Qiyue was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to speak, but Wan Huan'er took the lead in saying, "It's the soul gathering fruit!"

The tone is full of hatred.

"Return the soul to gather the divine fruit?" Ye Qingyan frowned.

He has never heard of this kind of divine fruit, but his name should be related to the soul.

"Returning the soul and gathering the divine fruit can condense the dissipated soul, which is a supreme god for the dead, or for those who are unwilling to life and want to take the opportunity to be reborn!" Wan'er stared at the saint of Qiyue angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "It's just that this kind of divine fruit has an effect of not knowing whether it's good or bad!"

"What's the function?" Ye Qingyan said anxiously, and his eyes were full of excitement. If it was really a soul-gathering fruit, wouldn't Muyue be able to return the soul and be reborn without looking for the spiritual spring of life and the holy fruit of peaches?

"Erase all the memory of the user's life!" Wan Huaner's tone suddenly became a little low and said quietly, "Take it to gather the fruit of the soul. No matter what you have been, whether it's brilliant or Luo Tuo, everything turns into nothing!"

"Memory is emptied and turned into a blank piece of paper!" Wan Yuer stared at Ye Qingyan and whispered.

Ye Qingyan was silent. For those who want to forget the past and start over again, it is a godsend, but... Can Su Muyue take it?

Is she willing to forget the past? Ten thousand steps back, even if she is willing to forget, Ye Qingyan... is she willing to?

Even if Ye Qingyan is willing to give up, I'm afraid that Su Qingtian, the sword saint, will not agree. Forgetting the past not only means forgetting the joys and sorrows of the past, but also means forgetting... his father!

Looking at the daughter who grew up, she depended on each other, but suddenly forgot herself and regarded herself as a stranger. I'm afraid no one can stand this kind of blow!

"This can only be the last plan!" Ye Qingyan pondered for a long time, "If you really can't find the spiritual spring of heaven and earth and the holy fruit of peach in the end, even if you let Mu Yue forget everything, you will save her!"

It's better to forget the past and start over than to die completely and be a living person!

Presumably at the last moment, even if Jiansheng is reluctant, he will not object.

Ye Qingyan looked up at the saint Qiyue.

The saint Qiyue bit her red lips, looked at Ye Qingyan for a long time, then took out a faint purple fist-sized fruit, handed it to Ye Qingyan, and whispered, "Here you are!"

"Thank you!" Ye Qingyan's eyes had a strong gratitude. This fruit was really too important to him. He was not humble. He took it directly and put it into the soul space to warm up to prevent his aura from leaking.

"No!" The saint of Qiyue shook her head, then looked at the still resentful Wan'er and was slightly silent, and then said, "If you are tired, go to the East China Sea. There is grandpa there, and no one dares to pay your attention!"

Then she stared deeply at Ye Qingyan with her dreamlike eyes, and her toes gently touched the ground and floated away. Her posture was beautiful, like a flying fairy.

"Well, good people let her do it!" Wan Hu'er snorted coldly and curled her lips and said, "Since she has left, it's meaningless for me to stay here!"

Ye Qingyan stared at Wan Yu'er, who was about to leave, and said solemnly, "Thank you, too!"

"Do you think that Qiyue and I are fighting for the fruit of life and death, just for you?" A trace of bitterness quietly overflowed in Wan'er's beautiful eyes and said quietly, "Ye Qingyan, I once told you that not all women in the world are Su Muyue. They will not regret for you until death, but there are also people who can put down their reservedness and arrogance for you and walk down the altar that people look up to, such as... Qiyue!"

Her tone was sad, she glanced at the silent Ye Qingyan, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and then took a deep breath. Her eyes were determined to turn into a long rainbow and left in a flash.

"I see all your efforts!"

After a long time, Ye Qingyan raised his head, stared at the scorching sun in the sky and sighed.

He is not stupid. Naturally, he understands that I'm afraid that whether it is Wan Huan'er or Qiyue saint who gets this soul-gathering fruit, she will eventually give it to herself, because... they know that they need it!

Sometimes, women are the stupidest animals in the world, but it is also such a stupid woman that touches men the most.

Wan Hoa'er and the holy daughter of Qiyue, any of them are rare strange women in the world. Since their birth, they have fought countless times for a variety of reasons, but today's reason is probably the first time.

In order to grab a divine fruit, give it to a man.

The most uncomfortable thing in the world is the grace of beauty!

"What should I compensate you?"

Ye Qingyan's eyes are complicated, and the saint of Qiyue is willing to accept that palm and want to win the divine fruit, which makes Ye Qingyan a little ashamed, because at the beginning, her soul shocked her to make her unconscious, and she has been holding a grudge. How ridiculous is it now?

Saint Qiyue, such a mysterious and taciturn woman, finally broke into Ye Qingyan's world. Although the process stumbled, she slowly cut through the thin wall that was not thick but unusually tough in a unique way, and walked vaguely, but steadily.

White-dressed barefoot, this elf-like woman, is proud, has a strong self-esteem, and is unwilling to compromise for anyone, so she leaves, maybe... it's not sad, but she must be a little lonely in her heart.

When will we say goodbye and see you again?

Ye Qingyan raised his head and stared at the unpredictable clouds in the sky, with confused eyes.