Ling Yunfeng was deeply in his head: "Yes!! In Taba, there is a Qiuentang, which enshrines the soldiers who died in the two countries! The difference is that the soldiers who were attacked are eternal, and we Hengchang is eternal, so we named Qiuentang! But no one knows where that Qiuentang is!"

He sighed, his eyes showing helplessness.

"I have been searching here for so many days, but I haven't found out whereabouts of Qiu Entang!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes flew towards Qian Yingluo: "This girl should know!?"

Qian Yingluo bit her silver teeth lightly and looked at Ling Yunfeng with her eyes as water: "Eighteen years ago, the soldiers returned triumphantly, saying that they had cut off the head of Hengchang coach Ling Yunfeng, so I pestered my father to go with me!"

Ling Yunfeng's pupils suddenly shrank: "Do you really know where Qiu Entang is!?"

"There is no Qiu Entang, but it's OK if you say there is one!"

“How to say it?”

"Quentang is just an official statement. To put it more practically, it is just a fictional place! After the soldiers return from the death of the army, they will be placed in the royal ancestral hall for a month and then sent to the cemetery for burial! All the Qiuentangs are only tablets, and there are no real ashes or bones!"

Ling Yunfeng instantly understood what she meant: "You mean that the imperial ancestral hall worships the throne, Qiu Entang, is a false name! Whether it is our soldiers from Hengchang or the soldiers you attacked, the final corpses were buried in the cemetery?!"

"right!"

Ling Luoyu's black eyes were startled with a slight shock: "You are so concerned about Ling Yunfeng's head, I guess you know where he is buried!?"

Qian Yingluo's eyes flashed across Lingyun Peak, and he quickly lowered his eyes and nodded: "I know!"

"bite!"

The long sword in Ling Yunfeng's hand was unsheathed again and pressed against her throat.

"Take us there!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips and raised his hand to press the sword down.

"Dad, you can't be so rude with other girls, right, girl?!"

Her slightly frivolous eyes caused Qian Yingluo to glare in disgust, then he immediately aimed at Lingyun Peak, stood with his head down, and did not respond.

"Girl, can you take us to that place where we buried us!"

Qian Yingluo silently lowered her head, responded softly, and turned her head to drill into the cracks of the stone.

Ling Yunfeng was afraid that she would take the opportunity to escape, so he hurried forward to catch her, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu.

"Dad, what are you doing!?"

"You are letting the tiger return to the mountain! If she goes out and shouts, neither of us will be able to escape!"

"Dad...she won't shout!"

"How do you know? You are not her!!"

Ling Luoyu was speechless: "Dad, did you really not notice it?"

Ling Yunfeng said something in an instant and was a little confused: "What did you find?"

"What's the look of this girl when she looks at you? That's full of starry eyes, spring is rippling..."

Ling Yunfeng: "..."

He felt guilty by his daughter's appearance and subconsciously glanced at Qian Yingluo.

"What's the meaning!?"

Qian Yingluo had already gone out at this time. She was looking around and confirming that there was no one, then she waved her hand and called on the two of them to come out.

"What does it mean? Twenty years ago, an eight-year-old girl was rescued by a young man in her prime when she was dying. From then on, this man became her god, everything about her... Twenty years later, she met this man again! And he was in a state of despair at this time! So, she wanted to help him, help him, and do her best to fulfill his wish!"

With his white wrist flipped, Ling Luoyu threw his clothes into Ling Yunfeng's arms.

"Dad, congratulations, you are in love with peach blossoms!"
Chapter completed!