Chapter 693 Mid-Autumn Festival August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival.
It was a day of family reunion, and there was an atmosphere of celebration in Tianxuan City, but for some people who could not get together with others, it was a rather disturbing festival.
In the best teahouse in Tianxuan City, Ye Qingshan, who was dressed in green clothes, looked a little pale at the moment, that was the appearance of insufficient qi and blood, although with the help of ancestral blood, Ye Qingshan's body became stronger, but the death of more than half a year ago still made the qi and blood in Ye Qingshan's body seriously weakened, and it took a long time to make up for the damage of qi and blood.
His steps were also a little stiff, which meant that Ye Qingshan was unable to control his body and his control of strength was unbalanced.
There is no way, three weeks can change a person's habits, half a year is enough to change a person's behavior pattern, for a creature with a terrifying talent like Ye Qingshan, it is difficult to break a habit, but it is very simple to learn a habit.
After not controlling his body for a long time, coupled with the fact that his body had changed significantly compared to the past, Ye Qingshan, who had just walked out of the No. 1 room of Tianzi, was extremely stiff at the moment.
More than half a year ago, Ye Qingshan's body had only completed the ancestral blood tempering twice, and although his physical fitness at that time surpassed the second-rate magic weapon, there was still a certain distance from the first-class magic weapon.
And now, the activation rate of 52% of the ancestral blood means that Ye Qingshan has completed the five times of ancestral blood quenching, although he still has not reached the level of a first-class magic weapon, Ye Qingshan can feel that his body already has some of the characteristics of a first-class magic weapon at this moment.
Ye Qingshan guessed that after he completed the sixth ancestral blood quenching, his physical fitness would reach the level of a real first-class magic weapon, and when he was breaking through the Nine Turns Golden Body, with the foundation he had laid before, Ye Qingshan would have the strength close to the top Great Demon King level after he had just broken through to the Great Demon King level!
And according to this development, the eighth-layer Nine-Turn Golden Body will have the strength to crush the top Great Demon King, and the ninth-layer Nine-Turn Golden Body will give him the qualification to wrestle with the Demon Saint level.
And when he reaches the tenth layer of his Nine Turns Golden Body, the power of ancestral blood will be completely integrated into Ye Qingshan's body, and at that time, Ye Qingshan believes that even in the Demon Saint level, he is an absolutely invincible existence!
Ye Qingshan has already thought about the future path, these five months seem to be wasted, but in fact, for Ye Qingshan, how can it not be a spiritual training?
Cultivating is not just about working hard to become strong, but occasionally finding a time to sort out your previous experiences and think about your future path is a good and harmless thing.
But Ye Qingshan didn't expect that as soon as he came out of the retreat, he met August 15.
This made Ye Qingshan feel very bad, August 15 is the day of the whole family reunion, a family gathered together to admire the moon and eat moon cakes, guess word puzzles, and drink osmanthus wine, this is the custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival for thousands of years, so that Ye Qingshan couldn't help but subconsciously think of his family and friends.
Three hundred years later, where are they now?
Are they doing well now?
Ye Qingshan didn't know, his heart was in turmoil at this moment!
Near the window, Ye Qingshan ordered a pot of the store's characteristic osmanthus wine, which is said to be an osmanthus wine brewed from the petals of the fairy osmanthus, with a mellow taste, sweet and sour, with a very strong osmanthus aroma, it is a rare good product.
In addition, Ye Qingshan also ordered a dim sum and quietly looked at the noisy world outside the window at the top of the teahouse.
After all, it was one of the three major festivals, and Tianxuan City, a large city with a population of tens of millions, was even more lively than Ye Qingshan had imagined before.
On the wide street, adults hold children, and although they are crowded, they are all smiling happily on each other's faces, and although it is not yet night, beautiful lanterns have been lit on both sides of the street.
There are shy little couples leaning together, snuggling up to each other and guessing charades.
There is an old man with a wrinkled smile on his face, he has to bargain for groceries on weekdays, and at the moment he is arrogantly buying candy for his bare-ass little grandson.
This is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival where everyone has a smile on their faces, there is nothing more pleasant than a family getting together, the unique subtlety of Oriental people, so that they rarely take the initiative to express their feelings, even if they want to see their children and grandchildren, but the face will still warn each other to focus on work, and it is good to be alone at home.
And the Mid-Autumn Festival is the best festival for these elderly people to express their emotions.
Just looking at this street filled with family affection and laughter, Ye Qingshan felt inexplicably panicked, as if he was out of place with his surroundings.
On the street, in the teahouse, in the laughter, I was the only one sitting at the table drinking alone.
This made Ye Qingshan's heart irritate, and even felt depressed and depressed, the lonely demon jumped out and let out a piercing sneer at Ye Qingshan!
The moon cakes and snacks on the table, the delicate appearance and delicious invagination, are like chewing wax in the mouth at the moment, and after drinking the cup of osmanthus wine in the cup in one gulp, Ye Qingshan left this teahouse full of laughter, the stiff back and pale face made Ye Qingshan look a little lonely at this moment.
This place does not belong to oneself, laughter and family reunion, these things full of the beauty of human nature, at this moment in Ye Qingshan's eyes are so dazzling.
Ye Qingshan didn't want to admit that he was jealous.
Who are you?
He is Ye Qingshan, an ancient fierce beast with the purest bloodline in this era, and with his own bloodline, he is enough to be the king and ancestor of the demon clan!
One of his own weapons is enough to buy the entire Tianxuan City, even if it is a big man at the demon saint level, he may not have a weapon of this quality.
His potential is endless, as long as he is willing, he is enough to become the top powerhouse in this world in a short period of time, and the demon saint level powerhouse who has been deified by millions of living beings is just as easy for Ye Qingshan as it is to find something.
How can such an excellent self be jealous of those ants who can kill a piece with a single look?
But facts are facts, material satisfaction can never fill the gap in the soul, which is why Ye Qingshan will flee from the teahouse, what defeats him is not the joyful atmosphere in front of him, but his broken heart.
He is jealous of this family affection that is easy to get in the eyes of ordinary people!
Leaving the teahouse, leaving the noisy street, that kind of joyful atmosphere Ye Qingshan didn't want to stay for a moment, he was afraid that he couldn't control it and wanted to destroy all this.
Thinking about relatives every festive season, this is what he is talking about, but compared to human beings, Ye Qingshan, as a fierce beast, has more extreme ideas.
This is an emotion of longing but resisting, so Ye Qingshan has to find a quiet place and quietly lick the wounds in his heart.