Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 16: Under the finale

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Please pay attention to the dear ones. The finale is divided into three parts, the upper, the middle and the lower. There is a middle in front, otherwise it will be inexplicable.

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Three hundred meters below the ice cave, it was a little messy, and there were some smashed marks on a boulder. Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed and he ran up again.

She was dancing with ice and snow, as if following a long snowy dragon, but near the peak, the dragon suddenly disappeared.

Meng Fuyao stopped.

She raised her head and looked at the top of Jue Dian Peak, looking at the peculiar opposite hole, and her eyes were painful for a moment.

Sure enough...it's that ice cave...

Sure enough... there is that ice cave...

Before seeing this ice peak, she was able to deceive herself and deceive everything she saw in the universe, but it was a common illusion in the formation, which may not be true. After she saw this ice peak, she was still deceiving herself and perhaps It's just similar, after all, the snow-capped mountains in this far north all look the same.

However, when this unique pair of piercing ice cave appeared, her heart was crossed instantly.

Blood dripping.

Not an illusion...not an illusion...

Really real... Really...

Although the inner conjectures and guesses have been clear, they still can't bear the huge pain that suddenly erupted when she was confirmed at this moment. A top master who staggered on the ground, standing well, almost fell for no reason.

Behind him, Beiye wanted to help her, she gently pushed away, looking up at the hole.

One step away, like a thousand miles away.

She was a little scared for a moment.

I was afraid to see that the last scene was true, I was afraid that the sentence was actually performed in front of her, I was afraid that when she worked so hard to break through the four realms, rushing to save him, but facing the eternal separation of heaven and man.

Why is love, why is love?

She stood in the icy wind, and her long flying hair instantly formed countless pieces of broken ice, and the rustling wave was broken and sound, as if the heart was rubbing at this moment.

Fingers curled tightly into the palms, nails pinched in, silently pinched out crescent-like blood stains, and the moonlight on this horizon is also like blood, shining brightly.

Meng Fuyao finally moved.

She no longer rushed like a spark, but slowly, step by step.

She walked a bit stiff, but very stable. She had to stabilize herself first, otherwise she was afraid that she would accidentally fall off with her anxiety and tension at the moment.

A short cut, she walked for half an hour.

Then she saw the ice cave.

See the torture in the ice cave.

Seeing the wind passing through the ice cave clinked the chains on the torture frame, making a cold, soft sound.

But I didn’t see anyone who wanted to see but was afraid of seeing.

Meng Fuyao walked over gently, and just walked to the front of the ice cave, when he was swayed by the piercing wind like ice skates running from the sky.

In an instant, she felt that the wind passed through all the cells in her body, changing all the blood into cold, and even the heart was secretly replaced, stuffed into a handful of ice and snow.

The bitter cold that was indescribable, made Meng Fuyao, who had reached the top of the world in martial arts, instantly lost all the temperature and was caught off guard.

She was stunned to face the wind, thinking colder than this moment, so cold... so cold...

Then she rolled her eyes and swayed again.

She saw the hole through the torture frame, the chain behind the torture frame, the layers of new blood and old blood condensed into ice on the torture frame and chains, and the mottled and dazzling red everywhere. .

The **** colors gathered on those chains, in the holes, maintaining the dripping posture, frozen there forever, as if to use this state to permanently retain everything that a person has ever suffered.

For her, everything.

Meng Fuyao looked at the blood for a long time, saw his face pale, his expression hollow, and his heart was broken to make this hide away from the stars, and fly away without a trace on the top of the Evergreen Mountain.

For a long time, she stretched out her hand and slowly touched the red ice.

As soon as his fingers touched the blood ice, tears burst into his face.

The temperature on the fingers and the scorching heat of tears slowly melted the blood and ice, and dripped on her palm. She hugged the torture frame, as if hugging the leg of the man, kneeling slowly as if she was holding her leg. Come down.

She put her face on the cold iron blood, letting tears run silently.

Wuji...Wuji...

You said that your master loves you, so you can go there.

You said that you will wait for me to arrive and prepare a banquet.

I'm here now, but where are you?

Where is the host of Jiuyi Hall, who promised me a good wine with a smile to treat faraway customers?

You lied to me Qianlu Hexi, you lied to me to prepare a banquet, but at this moment, I was greeted by the peak of the sky, the bones of ice and snow, the blood-stained torture, and the prisons everywhere.

You lied to me... You lied to me...

The blood and tears rushing from the bottom of my heart are surging, and this cry seems to shed all the tears of her life, turning all the love in this life into an endless stream, mixed with his blood, she Her tears flowed down her cheeks, flowed through the torture frame, flowed out of the ice cave, and flowed down the white peak of thousands of feet.

She no longer called, no longer madness, or even no sound, but such silent tears, but with crushing power, made the world sink and dare not alarm.

The icy wind whistling, the crescent moon is faint, I see the slender woman above the summit, holding the torture tightly, kneeling in the snow and ice; I see her silent and long-term tears, tears endless Zhi Zi closed the eyes, mixed with the melted blood, forming pink ice beads at the moment of falling, silently scattered in the world.

A long time later, Meng Fuyao slowly got up.

When I got up, I twitched my hand and heard a faint tearing sound. The palm that was first put on the ice was stuck with the ice, tearing off a layer of epidermis.

The blood dripped, mixed with the original blood and ice, Meng Fuyao looked at the **** palm indifferently, without feeling pain-compared with the turbulent and overwhelming pain in his heart at this moment, no pain exists anymore .

The blood dripping from the palms, condensed with the blood ice, gleaming reddish light under the moon.

Her blood has stayed in these nine heavens ever since, mixed with his, and will never be separated again.

Good, good.

Meng Fu shook his head and looked down at the blood that had been melted away by her, making sure it was fresh blood.

In other words, just recently, he was still here.

So now, where did he go?

Meng Fuyao squeezed his palms, not daring to think about the long time he was seriously injured and locked here day and night under the ice wind, nine months...nine months...that was more than two hundred and seventy years old. What kind of painful and long-term suffering is the day and night of death?

She pressed her heart and forced herself to think about more important things, such as his true life and death.

The only person who knows his life and death right now, I think there is only that person.

Meng Fuyao turned around very calmly, never looking back, very calmly, and went down the mountain.

In her overly calm eyes, there is a shocking determination and determination. Seeing Zhanbei's ambitions who have been standing silently by the side is shocked, reaching out to pull her, and want to help her bandage her injuries. In the palm of his hand, however, Meng Fu shook one side of his body, and the wandering soul passed over him, and the wandering soul floated down.

Although she was like wind and electricity when she went up the mountain, but she also paid attention to her body shape, but when she went down the mountain, she was very comfortable and floated all the way generously.

She floated down to meet Tianfeng, floated towards the Evergreen Temple, and walked straight to the tall and innocent city wall, reaching out to knock on the door.

Zhan Beiye was shocked and shot at her, grabbed her and said: "Shuyao, you--"

"Meng Fuyao begged to see the Lord Evergreen!" Meng Fuyao let him pull away, but suddenly spoke.

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was clear, and the voice of all the infuriating energy spread for a long and long time, shaking the entire Evergreen Mountain Range uncontrollably.

See the lord of Evergreen Palace, please see the lord of Evergreen Palace, please see the lord of Evergreen Palace...

This voice is so loud and powerful, not to mention the entire Evergreen Temple, even a mouse hiding under the Evergreen Mountain, will be awakened.

Zhan Beiye sighed. At this point, it would be useless to stop. Meng Fuyao made up his mind and no one could stop it.

If she is still careful before going up to Tianfeng, hoping to rescue Changsun Wou-ki without disturbing the Evergreen Temple. Now that Changsun Wou-ki’s disappearance has forced her to stride forward. , Confront the most mysterious and powerful man in the world.

Meng Fu shook his heart without fear.

She held her head high, and Zhenli Voice spread far away. From now on, she will no longer be sneaky. She is a person who comes to the Evergreen Temple to worship the mountain upright, and is a trespasser who has crossed the four realms. As for whether there is People want to kill her, she doesn't know, she doesn't care.

The Evergreen Temple stood silently in the clear voice of the strongest woman in the world, as if shocked by her supreme courage, there was no movement. Without a word, Meng Fuyao stepped forward with a kick, kicking on the snowy white of Evergreen Temple. On the city gate.

With a loud bang, the special material made the indestructible door, and Meng Fuyao kicked out a footprint several feet deep.

For the first time in the world, for hundreds of years, the holy place that everyone worships, the Evergreen Temple, which is noble and dominates all living beings, was kicked by others.

This kick is roughly equivalent to kicking on the face of Palace Master Evergreen.

The silence was broken, and the sound of neat footsteps gradually sounded in the city, and then the door as high as several feet opened suddenly.

The starlight desert is hanging down the palace, and the Huage is the first thousand levels.

When the gate opened, countless blue lights lit up. The stairs were generally suspended in the air, shining on a long road. The white marble ground was like a long jade ladder on the upper steps, extending all the way up, as if to pass up. Jiuxiaoyun.

At the end of the road, the towering hall is half-covered in the clouds. The pale blue palace is huge and magnificent. The clouds mixed with light snow fall like hexagonal plum blossoms, while deep in the clouds, there are faintly blooming flowers like brocades. The cloud lavender, in a color of cold white, gorgeous and beautiful.

It's hard to imagine, how does one place sustain two different seasons, or those flowers are just an illusion of mimicry?

"Hall Master Xuanmeng Fuyao——"

The long voice of paging came from the middle hall, and the voice was ethereal and ethereal.

Meng Fuyao only smiled mockingly, and said lightly: "The shelf is well placed."

She glanced at the side of the hall, glanced in the shadow of the light, and then strode in.

The ground was white, and the jade shattered all over the place. Meng Fuyao went all the way and unceremoniously wiped her boots covered with mud and snow.

There seems to be a lot of people in the shadows, silent in the dark corner of the light, listing the blue and blue array of killing Shen Xiong, so many people, even breathing is neat, it is obvious that they are well trained, but Meng Fuyao connects Did not glance at the corner of his eye.

Neither did he fight Beiye. He was only by Meng Fuyao's side, regardless of the blue and yellow springs, although tens of thousands of people would go there.

If you don't have a lifetime-one more moment is good.

"What's the matter with the person coming?" At the end of the long steps, an old man in a blue robe floated out, looking down and asking in a graceful and ethereal posture.

Meng Fu shook his head, kept under his feet, and said lightly: "Your Excellency, are you the Lord?"

The old man proudly said: "This seat is in charge of the seventh minister of Yasha."

"Never heard of it." Meng Fuyao answered indifferently, moving on.

"Stop!" The seven elders shouted angrily, his face was pale, "My temple allows you to enter the door, it is an exception, how can I not understand the rules, and drive straight into the hall of the Pope!"

"Evergreen Temple's hundred-year rule." Meng Fuyao stood on the steps two steps below him, with his head held high, his eyes electric, it seemed like she was condescending, "Anyone who crosses the four realms is your temple. VIPs, and received the promise of the Lord’s help. Is it because no one has crossed the four realms for so many years, did your hall forget this rule? Or, is this attitude the temple’s etiquette for welcoming VIPs?" /

The seven elders were extremely angry, and his eyes were sharp: "What kind of guest are you, you demon--"

"The Seven Elders."

Suddenly, there was a faint voice. I couldn't hear the age or emotions, let alone where it came from. It seemed to be close to the ear and far away.

The voice was not high or prestigious, but the Seventh Elder immediately fell silent and bent back.

Meng Fuyao looked at the hall in front, his eyes calm, his raised lower jaw was firm and detailed, like a beautiful and thin jade knife in the shadow of the blue light.

On the top of the hall, among the shadows, a figure in a cash-colored robe slowly floats. He appears very strange, no figure flashes and no steps move, but it seems to be there from the beginning, and then when the darkness is peeled off, he appears A magical golden body.

"Meng Fuyao, why are you here?"

I’m really pretending to be stupid, I’ve been killed many times by you, and you ask me why I’m here?

Meng Fuyao sneered with a smile, and Lang Lang said: "Come and ask the Lord to fulfill his promise."

The whole temple was silent, and there was a chilling atmosphere in the silence. I don't know where, there was a faintly faint sound, and it seemed to be floating with beautiful music.

Evergreen Palace Master’s face is hidden in the shadows, wearing a golden mask with ancient eyebrows, a large golden robe with black borders, his eyes are calmer than her, he has been looking at her for a long time, his eyes are neither looking The enemy is not like looking at a stranger, but like seeing something he hates deeply, breaking free from the heavy siege, and appearing in front of him unable to escape.

However, after a long time, he said lightly: "What do you want?"

Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows.

She was right.

The old **** stick really loves face.

She bet that these gods always take maintaining the dignity of the pope as the first priority, and will not be willing to break the rules of a hundred years in public. She is straightforward and asks the temple to fulfill the promise in public. The old guy can only respond first.

More importantly, her eyes flashed--in the shadow above the temple, behind the Lord of Evergreen, a red bald head suddenly appeared. The egg skin was smooth and shiny, and she smiled like a wife. As for her, it was the thunderous movement that once wanted to train her in Fufeng, and was beaten one by one by her four or two rounds, and finally formed a revolutionary robbery friendship with her.

He also has a middle-aged woman in a white dress next to him, with a pale face and a snowy complexion, but the look in her eyes is not as kind as Old Man Lei likes, but she is rather dissatisfied.

I haven’t seen this one, but based on the feeling, she thinks this should be Zong Yue’s master who is very affectionate with Lei Dong, Medical Immortal Valley, and when she thinks of Zong Yue, she immediately breathed tightly-how about him Up? where are you now? Since his master has also arrived, he should be all right?

However, Gu Yidie's eyes were really unfriendly, and Meng Fuyao thought miserably, he was actually a sinner.

Lei Dong and Gu Yidie both had contacts with the temple. The two were also very prestigious seniors in the Wuzhou Continent. With them, the Lord of Evergreen couldn't do anything that would openly rely on their accounts.

The lavender paulownia flower floats and sinks in front of the Jiuyi Hall. The Lord of the Evergreen Palace stands on the top of the jade steps, looking down at her condescendingly, looking at the woman's face bright, the jade white and reddish, although the temperament of Fengshen and his imagination slightly There are differences, and it is more radiant, but the graceful attitude is like a lotus flower.

Demon lotus.

The love of the founder of the creative education is close to obsession. For this reason, he did not hesitate to nurture it day and night with divine power, and eventually changed his fate to train it out of the human body.

She still came back.

The monster that almost destroyed the temple hundreds of years ago, after all, set foot on the evergreen sacred land.

What did you say about leaving Wuzhou, what you want to return, not to mention that he didn't want to send her away, but he sent her away. Who can guarantee that she will not come back again because of an opportunity? At that time, he is no longer in the temple, is it possible to let this monster destroy the temple again and disturb the world?

Hundreds of years ago, because of her, the founder of the founder almost destroyed himself and almost destroyed the entire temple. A battle in the underground palace of the soul almost destroyed most of the elites of this sect. The Lord of Evergreen has left hidden dangers, a catastrophe that has not been eliminated so far, all because of her.

How can he let her come back to him now, upside down Gangchang, and confuse sentient beings?

He has devoted himself to cultivation for a hundred years, and spent most of his life in retreat. The cultivation level is also the highest among the past dynasties. He originally thought that he could overcome the shortcomings and dangers of the patriarch's divine power. He did not want to work hard. In the end, he still couldn't get rid of the fateful fangs.

That day, when he saw the brutal blue between his brows, his heart instantly turned into a brutal blue glaze, and he fell to the ground.

Ascension...what ascension?

Does anyone know that starting from the Patriarch, the Lord of the Evergreen Palace will become demons on his behalf?

The last month of Tianfeng’s retreat was actually just the eight heavenly kings working together to imprison the founding ancestor. At that time, he was already a demon king and no longer the **** admired by the world.

This demon is dying and repenting, passing his divine power to the next generation of the lord, who knows that the already half-crazy power, like a dangerous blade, lurks in the depths of the fate of each generation, sooner or later, for each generation The brows of the palace lord appeared in the same dismal blue color as the Patriarch of the year, and the day of becoming a demon was not far away.

The Patriarch reincarnated in the Wuji Kingdom more than 20 years ago. He was delighted and restless. He was delighted to be the person who had to untie the bell. The reincarnation of the Patriarch means that the cloud that has been hanging in the Evergreen Temple for hundreds of years will finally have a chance. It can be dispelled. What's uneasy is that if you encounter the demon lotus again, will history repeat itself?

He calculated that she would come back when he waited for the monster to return to life.

However, her birth date has been clearly calculated, but it is still difficult to find a trace.

But it was good, she came by herself.

Only after the soul of this monster, the nightmare hanging on the top of the Evergreen Temple under the Eternal Town Underground Palace can be permanently terminated.

Kill her, must.

What about a rich country? How about she dare to send troops? In the kingdom of theocracy, the loyalty of the people is hard to imagine. No matter which country's army invades, it will be desperately resisted by all the people in the sky.

As long as he is there, as long as the Evergreen Temple exists safely, the sky will never die.

Evergreen Palace Master's calm and indifferent gaze enveloped Meng Fuyao lightly.

The greatest secrets of these Evergreen Temples for hundreds of years are known to no one except for the masters of the past dynasties, and he never intends to let anyone know.

He should have had more chances to kill her, but intentionally or unintentionally, many people and many things have been haunting him recently, so that he can't get his hands out of it, so that she can get her to the next level. .

That's fine, it's easier to handle.

"What do you want?" He looked at her and asked again.

What are your requirements?

What are the requirements?

What is it?

Required?

Meng Fuyao was in a trance for a moment.

Twenty-one years have gone through tribulations, 21 years of bitter seas and ups and downs, 21 years of long roads, 21 years of desperate journey forward, sweat and blood, broken bones and broken hearts, step by step, Paved with blood and pain, struggling to move forward, tossing and turning for survival among the seven kingdoms, countless dying and falling into despair countless times, that kind of pain is unspeakable, nightmare persistence.

Just for this sentence-what do you want.

I imagined countless times, when she finally stepped into the Temple of Evergreen, when the great supernatural powers really asked her this sentence, she must be determined, without hesitation, and loudly, answer:

I want to go home!

After giving all that much, through the painful journey that was unbearable when she dreamed back at midnight, she had no reason to give up at the last moment when she finally touched the hope.

I want to go home.

I have been crying in my heart for 21 years, and I have never wavered after suffering, never changed, and I have never walked away, my dream will come back after all.

I missed this day, not to mention that all the hard work in the past has been wasted, and there will be no chance ever since.

This sentence was too difficult, so hard that she trembled when she thought of it.

She was indeed trembling, her calm and firm posture was like a deep flow in still water. The tremor seemed to emanate from the bottom of her heart, and her blood was rustling all over her body. Her teeth hit up and down. The fine tone.

The light and shadow of the unforgettable old things in life rushed back in an instant.

The snow-white hospital...the haggard mother...the humble hut...the rapeseed outside the window...

The waiting of the sickbed...the old fairy tale...the little duck on the cover...the hand that strokes the broken pages is covered with age spots...

Meng Fuyao suddenly knelt down.

She knelt on the cold steps, leaned on her side, and bowed three heads respectfully in the direction far away from time and space.

Then she lay down in the dust, her face pressed against the cold jade steps, amidst such a deep cold and sadness, she whispered, but calmly said: "Please let Changsun Wuji."

Please put Long Sun Wuji.

The tears came out slowly, and only one drop fell on the jade steps and penetrated into the texture of the jade. The small white piece was slightly deep, like a scar that had been burned to life cells and was permanently difficult to heal.

Mom, I'm sorry.

In life, there are many things that are more important than my own wishes, those who love and fulfill, those who forgive and give up, those who sacrifice and understand, those who are easy to throw and strive for, those who are written in my blood and tears. , Always shining brightly, shining on the most precious thing that I have traveled along the way.

Without him, without them, I can't go now. When I think about moving forward with unimpeded support alone, I have already unknowingly burdened with the sacrifices and efforts of countless people.

My life was shaped by their help, my life was given by them, my path was paved with their lives, and my scars were made by them with their own painstaking efforts to make the thread and repair and bridge.

By now, it is impossible for me to throw away the imprints carved in life and blood.

That is the light and shadow that shines in the way of my life. It seems weak and weak, but there is no power to brush it away.

Forgive, forgive, me.

She is lying on the steps, just a few words, and has exhausted the greatest strength of her life.

Silent on all sides, the lavender tung blossoms descended leisurely, the sweet fragrance in the wind is endless, but the difficulty of making a decision at this moment, the sadness of giving up.

In the voice of the Lord Evergreen, there was also a bit of surprise, but the gaze in the shadow was a bit colder.

"Jangsun Wuji is my noble disciple, what to do with you?"

Meng Fuyao straightened up and stared at him, saying: "Only, this, one, wish."

The Lord of Evergreen Palace was silent, and said for a long while: "This person is about to die, and there is no way to return to heaven."

Meng Fu shook, but immediately said: "Save him!"

"What qualifications do you have to request this?" The Lord Evergreen looked at him lightly, "Did you say I promised you two requirements?"

"Aren't you just killing me?" Meng Fuyao smiled miserably, stood up, spread his hands, "I can change it, can I?"

"Fuyao!" Zhan Beiye yelled, as the wind rushed up.

Meng Fu shook his hand, and a dagger was already placed on his neck.

"Don't come up, otherwise I must die faster than you run."

Zhan Beiye froze there, his face pale, and his clothes were calm. He frowned and watched, but Gu Yidi suddenly sighed slightly.

"No need to go in circles anymore." Meng Fuyao slowly stepped forward, "Since I kicked your door, I didn't plan to walk out of this door alive again. You want me to pay for my life, or I have something else. He can use it, as long as you let go of the grandson Wuji, Meng Fuyao will kill or pluck, and you will be at your disposal."

Evergreen Palace Master looked at her deeply, the woman's face was definitely not cowardly, he released his supernatural power, and could not change her face at all, because of this, let alone stay.

"What do I want your life for?" He said coldly for a while, "Wuji is the Lord of my temple and does not need you to save him, but he has a felony and should have been put to death. Now since you have asked for this If I wish, I will come with you according to the rules. Anyone who asks for my evergreen temple must leave something of his own. You can choose it."

With a wave of his hand, somewhere in the main hall behind him suddenly brightened, and apricot silk curtain appeared. Behind the silk curtain was a golden eight-dragon treasure tripod. The tripod slowly rotated on the support, and each dragon was wide open and hideous. mouth.

"Eight choices, choose by yourself." Palace Lord Evergreen said indifferently, "It depends on your luck."

"I'll choose!" There was a sudden shout behind him, and Zhan Beiye ran up, "I will take it for her!"

The Lord of the Evergreen Palace flicked his sleeves, and Zhan Beiye was immediately obstructed on the steps. Without a word, he flicked his sword out of its sheath, and slashed against the void that blocked him. The sword light passed through the barrier smoothly. , He stepped forward again with joy in his heart, but the sword light could pass through, but he himself could not penetrate.

Zhan Beiye filled his chest with anger, turned his sword light with a sigh, and smashed the head of the Palace Lord Evergreen without saying hello.

The Lord Evergreen frowned and looked at him, the golden sleeves moved, and a light blue light flashed faintly. His fingers had grabbed the tip of Zhan Beiye's gusty wind, and shook Zhan Beiye. Going out, bumping in front of Lei Dong, said lightly: "Brother Lei, please take care of the disciple."

Lei Dong stretched out his hand to catch Zhan Beiye, winked at him, and said buzzingly: "I said, the lord, don't bully others too hard, otherwise I won't look past it."

"As I said, it's all voluntary, but it depends on luck." The Lord of Evergreen's expression remained unchanged, "If she is lucky, it is possible that she will not hurt at all."

Speaking of this point, there is nothing wrong with the Evergreen Temple, and Lei Dong and others are unable to make a move. Meng Fuyao smiled, looked at Zhan Beiye, and said softly: "Your Majesty...you are fine...but... Sorry."

Zhan Beiye originally stared at her, but when he heard this, he suddenly turned his head.

At the moment of turning his head, a drop of water drew across a fast arc, and landed on the pillars around the temple.

The man does not shed tears, just because he is not sad.

Zhan Beiye thought that he had been sad enough in his life. In those days of honor but loneliness, the deep-seated thoughts of wandering in the quiet night, those despair who gradually realized in the pursuit, knowing that the pursuit is painful but do not hesitate to go The moment of pain deepens the heartache.

He thought he was so hard and could withstand all the pain and suffering of fire, but at this moment, he knew that the pain in the world has no limit.

Fuyao...

Why this sentence?

You never owe Zhan Beiye.

And what Kitano is really afraid of, never loses you.

...I'm only afraid of you, unhappy, unhappy, and not living long enough.

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Meng Fu shook his eyes, smiled lightly, and moved up the steps briskly, standing still in front of the golden cauldron.

The hall was hazy, except for the golden Eight Dragons and Treasure Ding, there was nothing to see, but there seemed to be dim eyes looking at her, but when she looked up and searched, she couldn't see anything.

She thought for a while and asked: "I want to give my things, but how do you convince me that you will fulfill your promise and won't let me sacrifice in vain?"

"This seat keeps saying nothing, is there any reason to repent?" The Lord Evergreen replied coldly.

"I never believed in a magic stick." Meng Fuyao replied colder than him.

Evergreen Palace Lord looked at her lightly...It is better to let her die willingly than to kill, otherwise this kind of monster's mortal resentment will not cause trouble.

"This seat swears on the existence and eternal honor of the Evergreen Temple." For a long while, he raised his hand and pressed his fingers on the eyes of the dragon in front of the Jiuyi Hall. "We must fulfill our promise. The suffering, forever fall into chaos hell."

"You should have been in hell." Meng Fuyao said lightly, turning his head to look at the large opening of the dragon's mouth, and reaching in, what would be taken out? Will she lose her eyes? sound? health? Still...

Looking at the face of Palace Master Evergreen, and then looking in a certain direction, if she realized something, she suddenly smiled mockingly.

No need to choose.

The options are not so gentle.

I stretched out the hand that was about to touch the golden Eight Dragon Baoding and slowly retracted, she said: "What is a good choice?"

"Huh?" The Lord of the Palace of Evergreen's complexion was pale gold, and the blue energy rose between his eyebrows, and it seemed a bit strange.

"I can dedicate it to you, but with this passion." Meng Fu slapped that Baoding flat with a slap, turned around and sneered at him, "I will give you nothing else."

"How can you turn your back!" The Lord Evergreen raised his eyebrows, "Why do I want your blood?"

"If you don't want it, I have to put your blood!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly the red lotus blooms in heaven and earth!

The splendor bursts out from the hall!

Two loud noises sounded at the same time, accompanied by two bright lights that swept through the hall. The hall that was still hazy just now shone brightly and saw the graceful figures that flashed at the same time.

One is Meng Fuyao. As soon as he stretched out his hand to tear the silk curtain, he grabbed a heavy Baoding amidst the tearing sound and slammed it at the Lord Evergreen. The jade white and reddish glow in his palm flew over, reflecting her The brows are awe-inspiring.

One was Emperor Feitian, blasted off the Jiuyi Hall with a palm, and broke in with a fierce spirit and graceful grace. The other hand dragged many people, not letting them go or letting them close, in his mouth He smiled easily and said: "You are smart, you didn't fall into this bad guy."

He pressed one hand against a blue-robed man with a high crown. The two seemed to be facing each other, but the long hair behind his head was still floating like alive, pulling countless gray-black shadows, entwining a group of clothes. Different people.

Meng Fuyao didn't know these people, but Lei Dong saw a little jealousy. This emperor Feitian was really close to the demon. With the power of one person, he fought most of the elders of the Evergreen Temple!

Bai Hong crossed the sky, so fiercely that he seemed to split the entire hall. Meng Fuyao shot a murderous volley in the air, but the Lord Evergreen only sneered, and with a flick of his finger, he cleared the room with a sharp sound. The golden ding that squashed the world suddenly turned into gold dust and disappeared between the world.

But there is still a piece of golden light that is not extinguished, hitting Meng Fuyao's chest, Meng Fuyao leaned back and flew upside down, and his body was floating like nothing. However, the golden light suddenly shrouded her like a fence, Meng Fuyao With a flick of the finger, Ruolian's five fingers shone with red light and bounced off the golden fence, but there was still one of them, and she did not hit her left arm.

The blood shot, flew over Zhang Xu, and landed on the jade steps, mixed with the rain of gold powder, and the color was bright and colorful between the lavender flowers.

The whole hall was shocked, even Di Feitian tilted his head to look.

His eyes were a little surprised, but also unwilling-he slept for so long that he didn't enter the border, he fought all the way, and now even a secret opportunity can entangle him, there is no chance to have such a magical power for a while, it is true It's a step backwards.

What a pity that you can't fight a strong enemy in your life!

"King Kong pay me back!" He suddenly stopped drinking.

Zhan Beiye immediately threw the King Kong who had been shrinking on his shoulders.

The colorful birds passed by in the air, and everyone jumped up to grab it. The Lord Evergreen seemed to want to do it, but hesitated.

His face flashed blue, and the changes were terrible, but at this time it was a mess, no one noticed.

Di Feitian stretched out his hand to recruit King Kong, and immediately two old men jumped up and grabbed it, one with blue face and white hair, wearing an Asura mask, and his appearance was very hideous, the other was wide and thick, and his robe was decorated with snakes. , The action was dull and sound, and half of the hall seemed to be hummed.

"King Asura, King Mahulaka!" The blue-clothed man who had been facing the emperor Fei Tian shouted loudly, "That is the true soul of the wizard god, you must kill it!"

Before he finished his words, two figures rushed out, two black and white lights flashed, and one of them landed in midair. King Asura and King Mahuragya were shaken back, and King Kong had fallen into the emperor. In the palm.

The voice of King Mahuraga is as loud as a thunder: "Thunder is moving, Gu Yidi, you are actually helping the gang!"

"Did I take action?" Lei Dong's voice was louder than him, and he could be deaf as he approached. "I suddenly felt that this place was cool and I wanted to stand here."

He stood there, with a door-like figure, just blocking the way.

"I don't like to dominate widows by the crowd." Gu Yidi said without quibble, frowning, "No matter who you are."

Di Feitian raised his eyebrows, and suddenly moved his fingers with the palm that King Jialoulu held against, and then smiled: "Master, I'll play something fresh for you."

King Jialoulu felt that there was a foreign body in his palm, so he quickly shrank his hand, and he was rejoicing how the guy who had been entangled for a long time was willing to let him go. In a blink of an eye, he saw Emperor Feitian's sleeves slashing, and he was enemies on all sides On the hall of the palace, there is a territory that no one can enter, and he smiles: "Wait and teach you."

Immediately raised his eyes to look at Lei Dong and Gu Yidi, and said, "Hey, protect the law."

"How did I go around to help him?" Lei Dong looked up to the sky in confusion for a long time, but couldn't get the answer, so he didn't care, strode over and stopped, "Master If you don’t protect the law, Lord will stand here!"

Gu Yidiexiu frowned, glanced at Lei, and said indifferently: "You are always good but not learning, and bad learning."

Lei Dong looks at the sky, did you hear anything...

King Jialoulu frowned and looked at Emperor Feitian, who was about to reunite with King Kong. He thought about what to plan. The Lord Senior Brother used him to hold down Emperor Feitian. Why didn’t he know that now the Holy Lord is losing power. Most of the eight elders and elders of the temple, except for the seven elders who are in charge of the Yasha Department, and the Tianlong Department, have privately loyal to him, so why not cherish himself, hurt his strength, and fight with Di Feitian and others. You die?

He moved his heart, and looked up at Palace Master Evergreen. Recently, the blue aura between his eyebrows flashed endlessly, is it not far from the time of ascension? Before he ascends, he must decide his position. The future Evergreen Temple is his own. Why is it necessary to plant these many enemies for himself?

As for the militant Di Feitian... think of a way to lead him to fight brother.

Thinking about it, he took a step back, winked at several great kings, and a few people understood, and continued to attack as if there was wind and no strength. Anyway, Lei Donggu changed the world by name. It's normal that it can't be cleaned up.

Lei Dong rolls his eyes very depressed-thinking that there is a big fight to fight. I didn't expect such a strange yin and yang, it is really the most boring fight in my life...

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Di Feitian fights weirdly, but Meng Fuyao stays away from crisis.

Regardless of the black and heavy palace army under the main hall, just an Evergreen Hall Master is like a huge mountain and the sea, lying in front of him.

Jin Ding threw it and was turned into a sleeve by the Lord of Evergreen. When Ruiqi Qianjo shot her left arm, Meng Fuyao knew that she was still not his opponent, not only her, but everyone here.

There may be a battle after the Emperor Fei Tianhe Soul, but during the period of the Emperor Fei Tianhe Soul, can she survive?

What's more, there are eight temples, and the seventh elders who have not been shot.

Maybe, this life will still be thrown here, but what does that matter? Happily enmity, Xiaoao Evergreen, how many people can walk through the gate of Evergreen Temple so happily, how many people can live so happily?

This season, the Dawan army must have already set foot on the firmament land, right?

You forced me to split the silk by three feet, splattering blood, and I will return you to spread thousands of miles and corpses.

Enough!

It's just this moment, I still can't think for myself, where is Changsun Wuji.

Just now when she was about to put her hand into the dragon's mouth, she suddenly heard a very small sound. Although it was not a word, it was strange. For some reason, her heart was tight and she stopped her hand for no reason.

I thought it was Wuji, but when Wuji saw her coming, how could he not show up?

Is he unable to show up because of a serious injury, or is it another reason?

Meng Fuyao's heart is tugging, pain and anxiety are like snakes wandering around in the blood, wherever she swims, she feels choking like a blockage, she barely calms her mind, raising her eyebrows and looking at the Lord Changqing coldly .

The Lord Evergreen looked at her colder.

Now that things are happening, I would rather give up the opportunity of reincarnation of the Patriarch to rebuild the temple, rather than leave any hidden dangers to the temple!

He locked Meng Fuyao with his breath, and suddenly raised his hand!

Meng Fu shook his body to the side to make a sound of cleavage, and the air on all sides was suddenly tightened like thin paper, cracked, and crackled.

The infuriating qi that tightened up seemed to wrap Meng Fuyao in it, clenched it tightly, and pinched it to death!

"Huh!"

The crimson sword sweeps across the rainbow, with one sword struck across it!

"Huh!"

Jade White's ten fingers flickered as a shimmer, slashing in the air!

The air shook slightly, and the entire hall seemed to shook. The long sword handed out by Zhan Beiye suddenly turned and turned into a horizontal shot toward Meng Fu's heart, and the ten fingers intercepted by Meng Fuyao suddenly rose, grasping towards Fight the north face gate.

Both of them were shocked, their eyes twisted vigorously for an instant, each staggered when they passed by, and backed three steps.

With one move, withdraw.

Hall Master Evergreen showed a look of surprise. He originally thought that this trick could kill the two of them immediately. He didn't want to just make them take three steps back. This trick seemed to be martial arts, but actually used the ancestors. The divine art that circulated, tearing the space and killing him in an instant, in the world, he had thought that no one could take it except his junior brother, King Jialoulu, and the top ten first secrets of the world.

Is this demon lotus so strong already?

Then even more can't stay.

Although he was amazed, it was easy for him to kill all the people here. The realm of gods and humans is a world apart. Otherwise, Garuda is so ambitious, why would he never dare to directly attack him?

He sneered, snapping his fingers again.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt black.

It’s not the black that was stunned, but the sky and the earth really turned black, as if the gods suddenly pulled off the curtain of the night, or stretched out their palms to block the sunlight in the sky, or refined all the dark things in this world, All the brains poured out before her eyes.

Not only is it black, but it also loses weight.

The feeling in the realm of Yunfu has returned, but in the realm of Yunfu, I can still drift over. At this moment, I feel that the power in the body has been emptied, but my head and shoulders are pressing on countless mountains, and that incomparable tremendous power pressure As a result, her five inner parts burned her eyes and stared at gold stars. She only felt that her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood had been sprayed into the ground.

She can't see anything at the moment, her heart beating like a drum, the blood all over her body seems to be flowing backward under heavy pressure, and her body will burst out instantly, even her skin seems to be thinner, some places have begun to slightly Redness, that is, the subcutaneous capillaries are crushed, and then, the arteries and the heart will be broken.

Evergreen magic: the weight of the sky.

The heavy weight comes from Borrowing Heaven’s power, no one in the world can resist. Meng Fuyao trembled, holding her hands on the ground, hearing the sound of blood flowing around uncontrollably, but she pressed her nails firmly against the ground. Enter the gap of the marble, one step, never retreat.

It is extremely quiet on all sides but extremely noisy. The quiet is the heaven and the earth, and the noisy is the heart. Meng Fuyao was desperately resisting, feeling the shadow on his side shake, and someone tried to help her.

With this support, half of the weight suddenly flowed over, Meng Fuyao's body lightened slightly, and the feeling of death in blood was a little loose. Reluctantly, it was Zhan Beiye who helped her share the burden.

The handsome black eyebrows of the man were also infested by sweat at this moment. Under such heavy pressure, a posture of supporting her was extremely difficult, but he never let go.

The two supported them, stood still, and did not retreat.

The Lord of the Palace of Evergreen flashed his eyes, and just about to press on again, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black and white shadow in the depths of the hall.

Two groups of small shadows seemed to be fighting each other, fighting all the way, one of them bit the other viciously.

Yuanbao and Black Pearl are fighting again...

The Lord Evergreen frowned, slightly distracted, and suddenly saw Black Pearl kick Master Yuanbao out and shot the Lord Evergreen directly.

Master Yuan Bao screamed miserably in the air, and slammed straight into the statue of the hall, watching the speed, and hitting 100% rat patties.

The Lord of the Temple of Evergreen frowned again. The Evergreen God Beast has been a hundred years old. It has always been a symbolic beast of the temple. Once it is gone, it will damage the face of the temple.

He raised his sleeves slightly to catch Master Yuanbao.

Master Yuan Bao turned over, hugged his fingers and started crying, expressing endless gratitude in his heart.

The Lord Evergreen waved it away, looking at the sticky nose and tears on his fingers, he reached out in disgust to take a towel and wipe his hand.

Meng Fuyao suddenly rushed out.

She relieved the pressure, and immediately did not stop. The wind rolled out like the wind, ten fingers flicked in midair, dozens of red lights scattered all over, shooting the Lord Evergreen!

The red light spread in mid-air, like a completely blooming lotus, wrapping the Lord of Evergreen in the middle.

The Lord of Evergreen sneered, and pressed his palm down, the red glow was instantly compressed and thinned.

Meng Fuyao has already arrived.

She slammed into the arms of the Lord Evergreen!

The Lord Evergreen snorted and raised his hand to throw.

Meng Fuyao suddenly rolled in his arms!

The compelling fragrance hits the body, and the skin of the woman's forehead is as smooth as satin. The Lord of Evergreen has never been a woman in her life, and she was shocked in an instant.

Since he acquired the magical arts of the previous generation of the lord, he only needs to move his mind and lift his fingers to take his life. No one in the world dared to approach him. For many years, he has not used martial arts, and his moves have been strange , Meng Fuyao slammed into him, but he didn't even react for a while to push away.

If Meng Fuyao's move was used on the sky body, it would probably be a dead end. It would seem absurd and bold, but it could not be more correct.

For a moment, Meng Fuyao, who was rolling in his arms, suddenly grinned.

She smiled with blood between her lips, she looked fierce, and she didn't know when she held a tiny dagger between her exposed teeth!

Then she followed the roll and shook her head suddenly!

"Hey!"

The dagger flashed with black light during this time, and lightning flashed across the chest of the Lord of the Evergreen Palace, and a blood line followed the dagger in a crimson arc.

The arc was not big, the wound was not deep, and even when the dagger tried to further cut the skin at that instant, the magical power from the main body of the Evergreen Palace had already shaken out the assassin Meng Fuyao who was rolling in front of him.

Meng Fuyao knocked out and was caught by Zhan Beiye. She landed, clenched the dagger in her hand, and sneered.

At the moment when the blood splashed out, the whole hall shouted in exclamation, and the sound of gasping was like waves rising, causing the hall to hum.

The Lord was injured!

Supernatural beings are the only ones in the world, and the palace master who has always controlled his life and death, has spattered blood in the Great Hall of Jiuyi today!

The face of the Seventh Elder has changed.

His Royal Highness is different from these low-level disciples. He is the one who knows the pros and cons of this method best. The true power flows throughout the body and seems indestructible, but once injured, the injury is not just a small wound. It will be the whole real yuan!

Hasn't the Lord already cultivated a golden body? How can I get hurt?

The look of the Lord Evergreen is even more gloomy.

Others don't know, but he himself knows that even if Meng Fuyao crashes into him, how can he be injured by ordinary sharp weapons in the world? What she holds in her hand is obviously the "Cracked Heart" dagger used by the legendary founding father!

Concentrating on Shenshan Mingtie, forging the only unparalleled dagger in the world, it will break all the true Qi and Yuanyuan bodies in the world.

That, like the Yunfu Button, is something that has long been lost and only exists in legends.

Where did she come from?

He was sure that this thing was not in her hands when she went to the temple, so...

Evergreen Palace Master’s gaze fell among the broken gold on the jade steps.

After she went to the temple, the only thing she had really touched was the golden tripod!

Someone... if it was right, he would let Meng Fuyao choose the tripod of the gods, and put that thing under the tripod in advance!

A burst of extreme anger surged from his heart, and for an instant, killing intent rushed in his heart, his face was blue and his palm slowly lifted.

However, as soon as he lifted it up, the green fire in his heart flashed a few times, and he was so lucky that he did not suppress it.

His face changed--every time this magical fire appeared in the past, he used real power to suppress it, but today this little wound has broken a big deal!

His demon fire has become more and more fierce recently, and it seems that he will also follow the footsteps of the previous generations of the palace masters. The whereabouts of the previous generations of the palace masters have been unknown after becoming a demon. The force suppressed that demon fire, waiting to heal himself with the reborn Demon Lotus Soul, now his body was injured, and his true power leaked out, and he couldn't help it for a while.

The magical power broke out. Although he was very powerful, he was also very gloomy. He must not show the magical state in front of these many subordinate disciples. He must immediately shut down and suppress this magical fire for a short time.

His eyes flashed, he recruited the seventh elders, whispered a few words, and motioned to King Garuda to come over.

"Enclose them, and kill those who dare to escape." He looked at King Garuda lightly, "You don't have to hesitate, and you don't have to spend your time trying to win over the ministries, kill Meng Fuyao for me, this seat will immediately take the lord The leader is passed to King Kinara."

King Jialoulu was overjoyed, and was a little embarrassed because he was dismantled by him. The Lord Evergreen glanced at him coldly and said, "There is nothing wrong with wanting to fight for the position, but you really think that the eight parts are now attached to You, there are only three elders and seven elders around this seat? Huh... If you don’t dare to be unwilling to this seat, do you think you are allowed to play tricks until now?"

King Garuda retreated with a tremor all over, and hurriedly bowed and said: "Subordinates are ignorant...Hall Master forgive your sins..."

"Remember, kill her." Palace Master Evergreen no longer delays, and his sleeves are flicked away, "Otherwise you know the consequences."

King Jialoulu hurriedly responded and watched him leave in a hurry. He suddenly felt a thin layer of sweat on his body. Thinking of the words that the Lord Evergreen said before he left, he felt tight again. Not dare to have any other ideas, he waved his sleeves and shouted: "Come here! Kill them!"

Ashura King Mahuraga once again attacked Thunder Valley.

The three elders, five elders and six elders who had been watching floated down and stood on the four sides of the hall.

The eight palace troops swarmed in like water, and surrounded several people in the palace.

Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye stood back to back, with a long sword in their hands, staring proudly, one dagger and one horizontal, and sneered around.

King Jialoulu looked at him coldly. At this moment, the Evergreen Temple is already a net of heaven and earth, and if she Meng Fuyao Daluo Jinxian, she can no longer escape.

The line of Skywalker finally waited for the day when Yunkai saw the moon... King Jialoulu raised his head and squinted his eyes very comfortably, reveling in the dream of becoming the Supreme Emperor of the Evergreen Temple.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly his face changed slightly.

Oh, how can I forget him!

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The owner of the Evergreen Palace hurriedly walked through the glorious Jiuyi Hall and headed straight for him in the center of the palace, the single-family courtyard with a completely different style from the magnificent palace.

Since he began to appear magical fire, he built this small courtyard to live alone, leaving only a trusted servant to serve, so as not to be found out, and there is no doubt about the people in the temple. Some weird behaviors are normal in this generation.

He walked very fast, and he quickly saw the thick trees outside his yard.

The far north of the Evergreen Temple, the lonely city of ice and snow, and the only place where the temple was built, is a rare fire valley. The four seasons are warm and blooming like brocades. He doesn't like flowers and plants, but he planted a lot in front of his yard. Trees to block sight.

At this time, the magic fire in his heart surged more and more, and the blue aura flashed across his face. The warmth that kept swaying urged him to be impatient, and he was not as cautious as usual and passed directly through the bushes.

The sleeves of the shirt are swaying through the bushes, rustling, and there are long and short shadows across the ground, thin and long.

He is in a hurry.

Suddenly there is the sound of breaking through the air above the head!

The sound came extremely fast, as if it was in the ear of his side, and as soon as the sound came out, a black shadow had already rushed to his face!

Hall Master Evergreen waved his hand and pushed, but he glanced at it and saw that it was a **** foot that was so dirty. The foot looked like it hadn’t been washed for three years, exuding a smoky smell, even the pigs in the pigsty. Much cleaner than these feet.

There is a dirty toothpick between my big toe!

This person used his feet that he hadn't washed for three years, holding a toothpick, to assassinate the Lord Evergreen!

Hall of Evergreen, who was born and clean, could not bear this, and he refused to touch it with his clean hands, and didn't even want to lean on his sleeves.

He retreats, and when he retreats, it is also a golden cloud, and it will go out of the bush in an instant!

The foot seemed to guess that he would retreat, a beautiful and smooth flip in the air, the foot was retracted, but a touch of cyan was thrown out again, bending around in a flexible circle, shooting straight Behind the Lord of Evergreen Palace.

The Lord of Evergreen Palace flicked his sleeves, rolled up the sky full of green leaves, and swished towards each other like thousands of small knives. Under his drive, those leaves became strong daggers, piercing sharp warp and weft. During the chattering, some of the thinner trees were cut by the thin leaves!

However, he couldn't cut the cyan thing.

The sticky thing flew around in mid-air, magically sticking to the leaves sharper than a knife, and continued to attack the vest of the Lord Evergreen.

The Lord of Evergreen flicked his finger and flicked it away when the thing was about to be close to the vest. When he retracted his finger, he felt that his fingertip was sticky and cold, and he took a closer look at the green, yellow, and yellow mucus-like thing.

He was startled, he had recognized it, but he couldn't believe that it was actually this thing in his hand.

Snot!

A tuft, snot!

In a violent rage, the Lord Evergreen shook his hand fiercely, and the wide sleeves brought down several trees in an instant, and the trees fell suddenly, and the wretched killer who was kicking and blowing his nose on the tree finally had nowhere to hide , Leaped up from the dust.

He leaped up and didn't stay in mid-air. This person's body was so agile that there were no traces of it, like a wisp of wind and light, a pool of flowing water, flowing wherever it falls, no turning, no suffocation, no pause , Very beautiful and neat, of course, the premise is to ignore the dirty clothes and wretched temperament.

However, this person is ugly when calmed down, but he looks really good when he moves, and his posture is even holy and graceful. He does not directly contact the Lord of Evergreen, but his movements are meticulous and everywhere. The Lord attacked the assassin several times, but he was forced to withdraw his hand from time to time by his snot* and spitting tricks, and he fought nearly a hundred tricks in a blink of an eye.

Hall Lord Evergreen dare not use magic skills at this moment, he is afraid of triggering the demon fire back to become more uncontrollable, and he dare not use real power too much. After all, he has wounds on his body. However, if he fights against this rogue master like this, he always see His disgusting nose and feet made his already agitated demonic fire more and more endless. The blue aura between his eyebrows flashed and he was on the verge of exploding.

Finally, when the wretched killer used his thick phlegm coup to avoid him from killing, the Lord Evergreen was finally drawn out of the real fire, and when he lifted his finger, it instantly turned into pure gold, fiercely With a squeeze, there was a blast in midair, and the trees beside the person burst instantly, and even the ground was lifted up. The pieces of wood in the debris were instantly as hard as iron, and howled toward the person.

Those infuriating exchanges and flying shots are densely woven like a net, melted into the supreme true power of the Lord of Evergreen Palace, Pei Ran Mo Yu, and instantly all sides are tightly bound into an iron bucket as solid, no one can retreat. .

The man chuckled, suddenly hugged his head, and rolled in an extremely indecent way, rolling past the cross-flying streamer debris, but although the roll was still flexible and clever, the ground suddenly became thicker. Scattered blood stains.

He was still injured under the top performer of this half-divine technique and half martial arts.

He rolled around on the ground, grinning uncontrollably, and the Lord Evergreen sneered, feeling a little infuriating. He was about to take a step forward and kill this guy under his palm, and suddenly felt a pain in the soles of his feet.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that a long needle had been inserted under his feet for some time, which had passed through the soles of his feet.

This long needle didn't exist before, and it was useless. He never fell to the ground. However, after a hundred moves, his heart was irritated, and his heart sank after being hurt. ground.

This person is in these hundred moves, using his extremely agile figure and movement to insert the long needle calmly.

His solid golden body, unable to train the soles of his feet, he would never have imagined that there are still people in this world who fight like this, who are obviously a master, but no master demeanor.

There was a pain in the sole of the foot, and he immediately knew that he was not good. Just now, his steps were led by this rogue, and he was hitting the Yongquan acupoint. The most feared thing in this martial arts is the injury of the acupuncture points. Yong, the demon fire moved greatly, a bit worse than Meng Fuyao's knife.

Knowing that at this moment I must not love the battle anymore, and if he is delayed, he will have an accident immediately. As soon as he lifts his boots and pulls out the long needle, he has already crossed several meters away, and went straight into the small courtyard to remove the wretchedness. The killer was far behind.

The wretched assassin didn't follow him either. He straightened his body and saw that the surrounding temple guards rushed because of this movement. He limped and ran away, blowing his nose while running away, muttering: "Girl ...Master did his best... Master's life is also life... Next it depends on your luck..."

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As soon as the Lord of the Palace of Evergreen entered the small courtyard, he immediately said: "King Xuanjin Nara!"

His servant Ada reverently said: "King Nara came before, and has been waiting for a long time."

"What did she do so early?" The Lord Evergreen walked straight in and asked casually.

Ada hesitated for a moment, his expression seemed unspeakable.

Evergreen Palace Master immediately understood, frowning and said: "This girl is too impatient, and wants to kill Promise. This is a day, both overtly and secretly, don't stop!"

"She is also uneasy..." Ah Da slowly said, "It's not always a matter of the big position to hang out..."

"She doesn't have to worry about it." Palace Master Evergreen walked into the inner room, took off the mask and sat down cross-legged, and said lightly, "I have already decided."

Ada bowed solemnly, but the Lord Evergreen didn't speak. He closed his eyes slightly, and he looked tired in the pale smoke of the room. There were no wrinkles on his face, but he looked suddenly older.

For a long time, the idea of ​​expecting Grandson Wuji to untie the bell to revitalize the temple, when he saw the dagger in Meng Fuyao's hand, it had completely disappeared.

He has many accidents today, and the period of enchantment is imminent. By this time, he has no choice.

With a long sigh, he whispered: "After all...can't..."

The words stopped in the middle of the speech, the Lord of Evergreen placed his hands on his knees, his eyes half-opened and half-closed: "I have decided to pass on to King Jinnaruo."

Ada bowed, the Lord of Evergreen Palace was silent for a while, and said: "Bring out Changsun Wuji too."

Ada went out, and the Lord Evergreen sat cross-legged in the quiet inner room. He wanted to adjust his breath, but found that his heart was surging and it was difficult to calm his mind. There was a burst of heat and cold throughout his body, and he was almost fidgeting. Simply stop adjusting your breath and wait for the two to arrive.

A Da first brought in Longsun Wuji. A few days ago, after sensing that the heaven was broken, the Lord Evergreen took him off the Tianfeng Peak and was imprisoned in a secret room in his yard. Knowing that his mind was about to be fixed, King Jinnaruo came to try to kill Changsun Wuji from time to time. He always hesitated and stopped him. Now it seems that he cannot stay any longer.

Admiral Changsun Wuji placed in front of him, and whispered: "King Jinnaruo was called to the front hall just now, come here immediately."

Hall Master Evergreen nodded, looking down at his only lover, Changsun Wuji never raised his head, and didn’t know if he was awake, the Lord Evergreen caught his breath carefully, only feeling light. Faint as if there is nothing, obviously the true essence is exhausted, if I want to kill him, he will die in an instant.

This kid...who is so clever, why bother?

The reincarnation of the founding ancestor, who has always been revered above ten thousand people under one person in the temple, could have successfully succeeded the lord of the temple, but at that time he was the lord of the temple’s revival and at the same time the king of the Wuji country, one person And as two emperors, there is no one before and after, what kind of male glory is that? But he was willing to abandon everything for that demon lotus, and in the end even his own life was lost, how stupid it was!

However, that demon lotus has always been wicked and evil. When it was still a dead thing, the founder of the school was fascinated by it, and he did not hesitate to feed it with blood and supernatural power to create its spirit. The elders in the hall wanted to destroy this monster, but the Patriarch did not hesitate to fight against the whole temple for that thing and hid the monster lotus so that no one could find it again.

Now I know that the ancestor is really a great divine power, and he has split the space, tampered with the trajectory of the destiny, and sent the demon lotus to another world, accepting reincarnation, until the reunion in this life.

Perhaps this is destined to go round and round, the soul of the founder can always escape the shackles of the demon lotus.

Hall Lord Evergreen sighed, and closed his eyes helplessly--it was destined to be so, although the long-term Sun Wuji had found his way to death, his life's hard work was wasted because of this.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the Lord Evergreen looked away and said lightly: "Come in."

The door opened, King Jinnaruo walked in gently, and bowed respectfully: "Holy lord, the subordinates went to get their souls just now. After a while, please forgive me."

"Take the soul?" Palace Master Evergreen opened his eyes, "Whose soul?"

King Naluo smiled triumphantly and spread his palm.

A pearl in the palm of the palm emits a faint jade-white and reddish light, and there is a faint figure in the center of the pearl. The Lord Evergreen took a closer look, and the color moved: "The soul of the demon!"

The grandson Wuji on the ground seemed to move slightly, but he still didn't get up.

"King Jialoulu carried on the purpose of the temple and personally took care of the demon girl." King Jinnaruo smiled, "Congratulations to the host."

"Your father has taken a lot of thoughts for you." The Lord of the Evergreen Palace glanced at her, with a gentle expression, "but that being said, once you become the Lord of the One Palace, beware of being in the world. , Not what the superiors should do, can you understand...Taeyeon?"

King Jinnaruo took off his mask, showing a petite face that never grew old, with a brilliant smile, and his eyes were full of joy: "Thanks to the Lord’s personal training, Taiyan must remember it!"

Evergreen Palace Master took the soul orb and shattered in his palm. The soul orb turned into a ball of white light. Under his golden palm, he couldn't help struggling to escape, but he still couldn't resist his powerful suction. , Slowly being inhaled.

Slowly exhaled a long breath, pressing the palm of the Lord Evergreen, the blue aura on his face flashed quickly, and gradually faded, but the brilliant gold rose up, illuminating half of the room, for a long while. Opened his eyes and was full of energy.

Taeyeon said joyfully: "Hall Master Hexi, the hidden danger has been eliminated, you can ascend smoothly!" The corner of her mouth curled up, and she said with joy: "My temple has really ascended for hundreds of years, only you are the lord. ."

Hall Master Evergreen smiled and nodded with a happy look. Taeyeon turned her head again and looked at the underground Long Sun Wuji. Her expression that was very happy just now immediately became cold. Senran raised her foot on the back of Long Sun Wuji and smiled slowly. Said: "Hall Lord, this traitor... no need to stay anymore, right?"

"It's up to you." Palace Master Evergreen waved his hand in a good mood, "Just don't get **** here."

"Yes." Taiyan dragged the grandson Wuji, smiled and started to go out. Halfway through the walk, she suddenly said, "Holy lord...this traitor, I heard that the mandala leaf has reached nineteen leaves. "

"Yes." Palace Master Evergreen said regretfully, "One more leaf than you, it's a pity..."

"The subordinates heard that the mandala leaf can be pulled out." Taeyeon's eyes rolled, her smile slyly, "Well...if you die, it's wasted..."

"You girl." The Lord Evergreen was in a good mood, very kind and easy to speak, and thought for a while, "In that case, come here, I will transfer his mandala leaf to you, and then God I'll give you the skill, you will take the position of the Lord of the Palace today."

"Ah..." Taeyeon opened her eyes in surprise, and then hesitated again, "Why is it so urgent, or wait."

"Pass the position to you, so I can concentrate on cultivating and enter the realm of ascension." Palace Master Evergreen waved, "Come."

Taiyan sat down in accordance with Yan, and the Lord of the Evergreen Palace ordered Ah Da to come in and help Changsun Wuji to sit on the other side. His fingers were a little bit between the unconscious Changsun Wuji's eyebrows, and Changsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes.

"Do you have anything else to say." Palace Master Evergreen looked at him lightly.

The grandson Wuji was silent, turned his head and looked out the window for a long while.

"Don't look at it, her soul has been trained by me." Palace Master Evergreen said calmly, "From then on, she will be in the underground palace of Yongzhen, and she will not be overborn."

Changsun Wuji was shocked, his already weak gaze dimmed a little bit, he pursed his lips, his gaze seemed to flow nostalgic on the immortal spring scene outside the window, then he withdrew, and said lightly: "So, It's also very good, so hurry up."

The Lord Evergreen looked at him, and finally didn’t say anything. He took off a jade plaque on his waist. The jade was transparent and there was no carving on the surface. When he turned, he could see the lonely city of Changyan in the jade, falling like snow. In the shining light, looming.

He handed the jade card to Taeyeon and said: "Our temple does not have so many red tapes. You will let the elder arrange the ceremony in the future. I will retreat and prepare to ascend after today. There is nothing left to disturb me."

Taeyeon respectfully took it.

The Lord Evergreen smiled, and slowly stretched out his hand, pressing one hand on his heart and one hand on Taiyan's head.

Xia Xiaoxin withdrew, closed the door, and walked away. Knowing the key*, the lord will not allow anyone to disturb.

The dark light in the room circulated, and the moment the Lord Evergreen pressed the hand of Changsun Wuji's heart, his body trembled, his pale face suddenly flushed with a strange red, and then immediately faded, turning into lifeless Frosty white.

Hall Lord Evergreen’s fingers clasped the two bodies under his palms. These two people, one was his heir and the other is now his heir. Originally, this position will never change, but good luck makes others. Now, he wants to transfer all the skills of his original heir to the new heir.

To perform these two* at the same time is very energy-consuming, and it is not suitable for his two injuries now. However, at this moment, he is in a good mood. The haze that has been in his heart for a long time is instantly dissipated, and the body has already rushed away. Li boiled back again, he only felt that his whole body was full of heat, flying like flying, and the excitement of that body seemed to be uncomfortable.

The golden light in his palm is extinguished. On the left side, the mandala leaves in the Evergreen Temple are being pulled out one by one.

High-level figures in the Evergreen Temple, when they practice top-level internal skills, they will first serve the mandala leaf under the arrangement of the Lord. This is a unique treasure for condensing energy on the Evergreen Mountain. With half the effort, the Ye Ning is in the dantian, the real air flows around the body, and the leaves are formed under the nourishment of the true energy. The more leaves, the higher the skill. The Evergreen Temple is ranked according to the number of mandala leaves. Practicing many leaves is proud.

However, few people know that everything will gain and lose. While the mandala leaf promotes the condensation of Qi, it also controls the attachment of the whole body's true Qi. This thing can be extracted.

Because this thing can be extracted, Sikongqi, the rebellious king of Yasha a hundred and fifty years ago, clearly had the martial arts victory in hand, but he was defeated by the infatuated leader.

It's very simple, just pull the leaves.

This is the method used by each generation of the Lords of the Evergreen Temple to control their subordinates. Since the first generation of Lords made chaos, the second generation of Lords was deeply moved and unpredictable, and deliberately created this mandala. Luo Ye.

The disciples of the temple didn't understand the truth. They only saw the great king's bravery, but he was defeated by the temple lord with one move. They immediately worshipped the lord of the temple with immense power, and the temple was mysterious and even higher.

The Lord Evergreen smiled, thinking that nineteen mandala leaves were not easy to practice, but now they are cheap.

The divine power of his palm was poured into the top of Taiyan's head. In an instant, the two generations of hall masters flowed together, and the thoughts in Taiyan's mind also flew into his vision. He smiled and read in the boiling, reading the girl's Born...Growing up...I first met Changsun Wuji...I hate him...Strive to be strong and practice 姹nügong... endlessly fighting with Changsun Wuji...

He was reading everything he was familiar with, and he thought a little funny, why are all the grandson Wuji...

She went down the mountain... saw him and her... She stabbed him with a sword... He and her whispers in the middle of the night... She stroked his cold body in the ice cave... She was crying under the blanket in the house ……After crying, smile before others……

Evergreen Palace Master's face changed.

Taeyeon!

He suddenly jerked!

But it was too late.

The left palm of Changsun Wuji's heart seemed to be stuck by something, and suddenly he couldn't pull it away, but the already calm magical fire in his heart suddenly burst into flames, stimulating the real power of the whole body to flow backwards in an instant. , Splashing out from two wounds on the soles of his chest and feet.

In an instant, the world was red and bloody, and it was sprayed at him in a strange rampage!

He roared wildly, thinking that the roar was earth-shattering, but what he uttered was just an extremely low howl. The howl was ferocious and wild and violent, and it shook the room with a trembling sound.

With a howl, the dying grandson Wuji suddenly raised her head, and Tai Yan wanted to jump up.

"Don't move!" Changsun Wuji snarled, "He is entangled for me now, you quickly collect all your divine power, don't give up halfway!"

He has always had a leisurely mind, and it is rare to speak so sternly, Taeyeon immediately didn't dare to move anymore, she sat obediently, but her eyes were fixed on the grandson Wuji, the face of Fen Tuan Tuan was anxious.

Zhang Sun Wuji has recovered his composure. As soon as he raised his hand and pulled out the nails that had never gone away, his face did not change in the blood splashing, and his backhand was inserted into the heart of the Lord of Evergreen!

The giant nail pierced down, piercing the human body accurately, but it made a crisp sound like a golden iron strike, and it was impossible to penetrate!

Changsun Wuji reacted extremely quickly. He immediately threw away the God Killing Nail without a hit, and floated up. However, the Lord Evergreen jumped faster than him, and he was already in front of him.

Looking back in midair, the grandson Wou-ki smiled, his robe was stained with blood but grace, and said indifferently: "Master, congratulations, you have become a demon."

Evergreen Palace’s body shook, and for an instant he was confused by the words he was most afraid of. His consciousness of internal worries and external chaos was like a raging tide, and the impact scoured him repeatedly today and just now. The worn-out internal organs, he let out a low growl, his sleeves rolled up, and he rushed toward Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji smiled without a smile, and greeted him.

In an instant, in the low room, golden and light purple figures entangled into a ball, one thick, one lightly flowing, one fiercely torn, one silent repair, golden light and purple light grouped into feathers, in a narrow space There is constant contact and collision within, but it is not like ordinary masters shaking the ground, but slightly but dangerous. Where the wind passes by, there are no marks on the wall, but there are countless layers of dust. Aside, the dust, some are from the tent, some are from the futon, some are from porcelain, and some are from gold, no matter what it is, no matter how hard it is, it’s squeezed by such a powerful and complete real force. Underneath, everything turned into dust in an instant, silently, and layers of powder soon accumulated on the ground, one layer of yellow, one layer of purple, one layer of white, and one layer of green... It was impossible to see what it was.

The most dangerous battle in the world comes from a pair of top masters and apprentices, the most ruthless master, and the deepest apprentice in the city.

I don’t know how long it has been. During the time when Taeyeon closed her eyes to accept and absorb the magic, the golden figure of the pair of warriors gradually began to bleed, and the light purple figure began to stagger. The former united many times. After calculating, the latter has been struggling with humiliation for the goal of one person, and has been exhausted until today; the former’s consciousness has been confused, and only remembers to kill the person in front of him. This person calculates him for too long, too long, until he is Can't tolerate him living in the world, but the latter has only one last thing left in his life-entangle him, destroy him, and then fulfill her.

They are all the mentality of perishing together, the result of a tragic collision.

"Boom."

A muffled sound.

The two bodies are framed together, and the palm of the Lord of the Palace of Evergreen is pressed against the heart of Changsun Wuji, and the elbow of the Lord of the Palace of Changsun is pressed against the throat of the Lord of the Evergreen.

Both are trembling slightly, both trying to get closer to each other a little bit.

Blood was spurting from the wounds of the two, each splashing on each other.

"You...you..." The Lord of Evergreen's head is full of chaos, and the blood seems to become a mess of threads, entangled and tangled together, unclear, the shears are constantly being pulled, twisting He was bleeding violently, his heart beating violently, like a horse racing, until he ran out of his chest.

In such chaos, he still asked unwillingly: "You... why are you..."

"My skill...has been restored..." Changsun Wuji was also panting, but his pale face was still smiling, "...Take Tianfeng, this is...I am going to go by myself...not that. Method, how can you rest assured... Where shall I go?"

"Taeyeon... colluded with you..."

"Yes..." Changsun Wuji smiled, "Your... King Kinara... has been taken care of by me..."

"She is not your...enemy..."

"It was never...it was not..."

"You...you got Patriarch's..."

"Evergreen...Three Skills..."

The Lord of the Evergreen Palace shook, and his eyes widened incredibly: "Lost...Lost..."

"...That's just...you believe it..." Changsun Wuji said softly, "The mandala leaf...has been transformed by me...soul beads...I made a fake...you just now It is the violent soul of the great king of Yasha Sikongqi...and the cracked heart...you know, it's in the hall..."

"Okay...Hello..." Palace Master Evergreen also laughed, and he spouted a mouthful of blood. His heartbeat became more and more irritating, and the whole room seemed to be able to hear his violent heartbeat and his blood. The flow is getting more and more turbulent. One hundred and fifty years ago, the soul of the violent and proud King Yaksha hit the scarred body that was repeatedly calculated in the most ferocious way, wanting to drag him into eternity and cannot escape. Purgatory.

The blood sprayed on the face of Changsun Wuji, he didn't let it, and he didn't have the strength to let go. The blood poppy blossomed on his snow-like cheeks, and it was so alarming that the Lord Evergreen looked at him. He also looked at a poppy, the disciple he had always loved, his proud disciple, the reincarnation of the founder, the genius of Evergreen Temple, he always thought he knew him, but now it seems that he is far away Far from knowing him!

That kind of thought is deep, and it has been set up many years ago. For many years, it has pretended to deceive everyone...It is ridiculous, why is Taeyeon competing with him? It turned out to be just a pretext for him to delay the takeover. No wonder that every time when the takeover is mentioned, Taeyeon and him will break out of conflict, which diverts his attention. It is precisely because Taeyeon has been fighting with him for so many years, and it is costly. There are countless energies up and down the temple, and everyone is busy with political struggles, and there is no time to pay attention to the Wuzhou Continent, so that the demon lotus grows stronger and grows safely under his wings. When she comes, he will not hesitate to use himself as a bait, let it die and live. Under the protection of Tai Yanming as a mortal enemy and an ally, he went up to Tianfeng and obtained the three evergreen skills left by his ancestor, and eliminated the only mandala leaf that could be restrained by him. The next mistaken collection of Violent Soul, at the same time facing him and Taeyeon...Okay, good plan!

Ah...Without such an astonishing scheming, how can he move him who has entered the realm of a demigod? Without such scheming of the layout of the grass gray snake thread for many years, how can I deceive the entire temple, even King Jialoulu made a wedding dress for others!

This kind of scheming is used in the great cause of the temple, the temple has long been more prosperous, but he only did all that for the woman, suffered those hardships, set up the game, only for the woman, even, just to keep her safe Send away!

So, still stupid!

The Lord Evergreen smiled confusedly, coldly, and slowly pressed his palm in the mad heat and bone-coldness.

The long-term Sun Wuji raised his arm, and his elbow hit him in an instant!

"Crack."

There was a faintly thrilling sound in the quiet room, and then the two bodies that were close together suddenly separated and fell down with a heavy bang.

Evergreen Palace Lord fell underground, and in an instant he saw himself flying, floating in the air lighter than before, looking down at himself underground, and also looking down at Changsun Wuji, who slowly closed his eyes.

And colorful and colorful, lingering.

Is... soaring?

He smiled with satisfaction, and let go of himself in that glimpse of light.

Let go of my lonely and persistent life for decades.

I... never lose.

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"Someone died."

Under the support of Lei Dong and Gu Yidi, Di Feitian, who finally fused his soul smoothly before the siege, waved and watched, killing people like farewell, and suddenly said this to Meng Fuyao during the fierce battle.

Meng Fuyao was startled, his hand was relieved, and he said in amazement: "Death...who died?"

There are too many people dead here, and Emperor Feitian inexplicably said why.

"The Lord is not talking about ordinary people dying." Di Feitian glanced at her dissatisfied, "Look."

Meng Fu shook his head and saw a gray meteor slowly flickering in the sky.

"Extraordinary people die, they should be celestial." Di Feitian is rare to be so patient, "In the future, if you die, there will probably be a star shining."

Meng Fuyao had no intention of knowing his jokes. She stood in a daze, not even paying attention to a palace army swiping a knife at her. It was Di Feitian who threw his sleeves and waved people away, staring very dissatisfied. She said, "What's the matter with you woman? Master is so hard, you are embarrassed to stand and not work?"

Meng Fuyao just stood idiotically, thinking over and over in his heart, the death of extraordinary people...Shangying celestial phenomena...Shangying astronomical phenomena...Now everyone in the Evergreen Temple is here, except... …Hallmaster of Evergreen and Wuji.

Evergreen Palace Master’s martial arts can be surpassed by non-human power, and he cannot die suddenly, so... so...

She suddenly pulled her feet and ran, and in a blink of an eye she had already smashed away from the crowd, rushing in the direction where the Lord Evergreen had left.

King Garuda immediately said: "Stop her! Stop!"

Meng Fuyao rushed extremely fast, but there were too many people here. The Eight Palaces blocked the road one after another. The several elders were all masters. She dashed from left to right, and was forced back several times. , She pierced the crowd like a sharp blade, but was rushed back again and again by the crowd like a broad knife. However, she kicked, kicked, slashed, chopped, cut, sliced... the red light spread and the killing was crazy.

Don't stop me from anyone!

Wuji——Wuji——

Hall Lord Evergreen, I will kill you!

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In the small courtyard, faint smoke lingers in the two people on the ground, and the two are as quiet as death, or indeed dead.

When Taeyeon woke up from the magical illusion, what she saw was such a scene.

She exclaimed, immediately rushed over, picked up the grandson Wuji, and called: "Brother! Brother!"

Changsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes. The blood stains on his face were not removed, and his expression became more and more like snow. His eyes were a little turbulent at first. It seemed that he glanced at Taiyan with blurred hope, and then revealed a slight disappointment. , But immediately covered it up, and smiled gently at her.

With that smile, Taeyeon's tears fell.

"I wronged you..." Changsun Wuji sighed softly, and slowly raised his hand to wipe her tears, "For so many years..."

"No." Taeyeon choked with tears, "I do, I do..."

The corner of Changsun Wuji's lips smiled slightly, and he turned his eyes away, looked out the window in a daze, if he sighed in regret, he said in a low voice: "Taeyeon."

"Um..."

"You have inherited... divine power." Changsun Wuji rolled his eyes, looked at her seriously, and grabbed her sleeve with his fingers, "Please... please help her..."

Taeyeon closed her eyes, tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping on his face, her heart was full of soreness, unable to squeeze out any sentenced words, she closed her eyes for a while, sobbing." Hmm" said.

There is no movement in her arms, I don’t know where there is a frivolity, faint and cool, and can’t remove the frost on the window, Taiyan slowly opened her eyes, her teary eyes saw Changsun Wuji closing her eyes peacefully, her lips corners The smile is shallow, pale and transparent.

Taeyeon looked at him obsessively, gently stroking his face, thinning her fingers between his eyebrows, one point... one stroke... for a long while, she raised her head and sighed: "You've lost weight..."

She looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, where the shadows of the trees floated and the fragrance of flowers whirled. Looking at the familiar scenery, she somehow felt that it was particularly beautiful today.

I can’t ask for anything in my life, I can’t keep it, I can’t be like this tree in the four seasons, like this flower forever.

She withdrew her gaze, smiled in understanding, and moved her hand to his head.

The moment her fingers moved, a tragic but decisive smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she pressed her palm to his Baihui acupoint without stopping.

She then closed her eyes.

The gleam of the palms flowed, like a trembling spring, poured into the dying body, repaired the damaged meridians, warmed the bloodshot internal organs, and saved the lost lives, those with the great light magic handed down by generations of the Lord Liu, just flowed into her body an hour ago, and now, she chose to give it to him.

His pale and snowy face gradually thanked him for his death. Although it was still white, it had the lustre of life. The pulse that once disappeared, beating slightly, from scratch, vibrating life. Fine tone.

Taeyeon's face gradually withered, like the last rose buried in the snow, with the pink and radiance flowing at the beginning, but finally could not bear the harsh cold, and gradually withered.

Half an hour later, she withdrew her hand, her body softened, and she tilted down.

She leaned beside him, unable to struggle for a long time.

At the previous moment, the moment that the Lord Evergreen and her mutual divine knowledge discovered her secret, he immediately killed her-he pulled out her mandala leaf.

However, the magical technique was passed on to her due to the eldest grandson Wuji's restraint. As long as she used this magical technique well, she could still be a palace master without real power but with magical magic.

The hall master's magical technique is enough to contemplate the world, and there is very little opportunity to use martial arts, but when the magical technique no longer has, she will no longer have the chance to survive.

Being alive is a very good thing. She wants to live.

But she didn't even want him to die, to die in front of her like this.

If he were to leave in this way, how would she spend this long and lonely life?

The high position of the lord, the peak of life, the peak of power and desire, she never wanted, never cared, what she wanted was her powerful, omnipotent brother who could continue to be strong and omnipotent Go down.

"You... go and help her yourself..." She leaned over, leaning over the grandson Wuji, resting her head on his chest and smiling faintly, "I feel like I can't do it..."

She was lying on his heart with a smile, listening to that heartbeat gradually stabilized, her smile on her face blurred, as if listening to a piece of beautiful stringed music, after experiencing that almost lost, this is really the most beautiful in the world Music, but I hope he will keep playing like this for many, many years.

She has been wearing a mask for him all her life, pretending to be a double-faced person. In such a performance, she often loses herself and is heart-piercing to be his enemy, but countless times when she is about to lose her urge , She immediately told herself that that was the secret she shared with him, and she shouldn't feel bitter, because apart from this, she would never have the opportunity to have the same secret with him in this life.

Now her mission is over, so God arranged for her to leave. From then on, he walks towards happiness in his world, and she is waiting for desolation on her other shore.

"But then...I regretted..." She gently pressed her face to his face, hot tears warmed his cool skin, he was warmed by someone in his life, and her warmth he never Need, the closest distance in this life is at this moment, and from now on there will be two separate things.

"This spy...too difficult, too difficult...those days when it came to reach Tianfeng, every day is a nightmare... During the day I will insult you to torture you... At night I cry at your wound... After I go back I was biting on the bedding and rolling silently on the bed. For nine months...nine months I tore all my bedding... Promise... Promise... For the first time I felt that this is the real life. Cruel..."

Love is not the most painful injury, those days and nights that cut the heart, those heart-burning torments, those people who laughed proudly before and after the heavy pain and distressed, tear her apart from time to time until she can finally get rid of it, fate Has also come to an end.

The mountains are silent, the flowers are empty, the fragrance is exhausted, and the rest is long.

The tearful cheeks slid slightly from his cheeks, and her lips moved down gently, covering his lips.

The teeth moved slightly, the light appeared and disappeared, and a white 18-petal mandala leaf was fed into his mouth.

My brother... my love.

From then on, you have stood on the highest peak in the world, watching the vicissitudes of life in the world, but I hope you don’t feel lonely on the heights, but hope that the everlasting coldness of the evergreen mountain will never cool your clothes.

And I, alone, walked on the path of no return, never looking back.

In this life, I love you who loves others. In this life, I am doing illusory dramas for you, living myself as a different overlap. In the next life, I will not meet, do not encounter such suffering again.

The Evergreen Temple in the mountains is like spring in all seasons, and the expanse of the mountains outside the sky is continuous with wind and snow, and the snow blowing from the distant mountains is connected with the colorful flowers, while being swept into the window lattice by the wind, so light But Liang, a life that is crisp like colored glaze, faintly who played a pipa on the sea, sounding the sad singing of stepping through Guanshan.

Taeyeon slowly closed her eyes.

Consciousness is like a cloud, floating in loneliness and loneliness, soft red, three thousand miles of evergreen mountain, falling flowers and flying catkins, it seems to be vaguely seen that year, among the blooming purple clouds and fluffy clouds, the boy is also like a pale purple light The cloud fell in front of her, and he bends slightly in the gentle wind, his clothes scattered like a dream, and the fragrance of the king of Ashura Lotus instantly soaks the beauty of the girl's life.

She saw the deep spring in the Chongyun Hall and Nuange. He held her hand, and his face looked picturesque.

I heard him softly say: "Taeyeon...Thank you for helping me."

I heard him say: "Don't worry, the position of the lord of the palace will definitely be yours."

Promise, Promise.

What I want is never the position of the lord.

The phantom of the past, flowing light, like a long river passing by in an instant, those old and fresh pictures printed in memory gradually fade, leaving only a frame of paper yellowing, a light pen depicting the calmest and most shocking continents of the year. Heart dialogue.

"Thirty-three Heavenly Palace, Li Hentian is the highest; 440 diseases, lovesickness is the most bitter."

"I don't think about love."

"Oh? Then who is your mark, for whom?"

"For the one who cannot be missed in life."

"Is that lovesickness?"

"No, life is short and lovesickness is long. There is no life and death in the world. God knows that what is waiting for me will be an encounter or a miss? How can I stand still and let the time be worn away?"

"What about you then?"

"Hongchen has her, I will go to Hongchen."

"Red dust will be chaotic."

"The red dust is chaotic, I block; the **** opens, I go; the four seas are angry, I cross; the common people are blocked, I cover."

"Why?"

"But because of her, I am not afraid of ten-zhang soft red and reverse the pain of suffering."

……

Brother.

You never know.

But because of you, I am not afraid of the painful redness of ten feet.

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Meng Fuyao's fierce battle continues.

The Great Hall of Jiuyi was splattered with blood, and she groaned. She walked forward with blood and muscles. No matter who it was, the people who stopped her were all enemies of life and death.

Although there are few people on her side, all of them are top masters in the world, especially Di Feitian. She has battled all the elders alone, and the endless weird sorceries have forced the elders to be stretched and embarrassed.

What’s even better is that even the band of the Ganda Poss, who is the best at music, has been tampered with. The beautiful and deceptive music played by those silk and bamboo orchestras was used by him. The noise of the diabolo, the traction and driving, turned out to be a ghost crying in the end, plus the strongest King Kong, the top of the hall was chaotic.

"Dragon, formation!" King Jialouluo kept playing his brows, and finally couldn't help but command in a cold voice. As the most adept at formation of the eight dragons, the formation has always won the world, and the grandson Wuji has changed the various formations passed down by the Evergreen Temple with diligence. The formations used by his dragon department can trap all the people in the world who want to trap, except for the master of the divine art.

The Longbu Palace Army did not move. They hadn’t moved since the beginning of the battle. After hearing King Jialoulu commanding, the Longbu Palace Envoy said indifferently: "I will tell King Jialoulu. He has been deprived of the right to participate in the war by the Lord, and is not allowed to participate in any fighting until the Lord is released."

"Bastard!" King Garuda was furious, "I am the father of the new palace lord, I have the right to order you!"

Long Bu Palace Envoy looked at him, leaned back, and said: "Please show the hall master token, and ask the new hall master to issue an oral order."

"You!" King Jialouluo's face was blue, and he was about to turn his head and order the Mahura Kabu to transport out the precision bed crossbows that had never been used in the temple. A round of arrow rain shot this group of **** to death. Hearing a person behind him indifferently said: "The lord of the palace has spoken, all retreat."

King Jialouluo turned around, and saw a man wearing a golden mask and golden robe of the lord, walking calmly.

His steps are moving clouds and flowing water, floating up from three thousand jade steps, like a golden light, reflecting the blood-stained jade chaotic jade, and there is a different kind of indifference and desertedness in the glitter.

"Hall Lord, you--" King Garuda greeted him in amazement, and squinted behind him, "Are you okay with your injury? What about... King Kinara?"

The man's eyes trembled slightly, he looked down at him, and stretched out his hand as if to hold him.

King Garuda stretched out his hand in confusion.

The hand arrived in front of him, and suddenly changed to a brush, a golden light flashed on his fingertips, and the spring wind and rain generally vacillated all the acupuncture points on his upper body!

King Garuda froze there suddenly.

The acupuncture points all over his body were sealed, and even the blood seemed to be condensed. He couldn't even blink his eyes any more, he could only stand there, his back to the hall, staring at the person in front of him blankly.

The top ten of the world's top ten, the heavenly secret of King Jialouluo, was restrained in one move.

Although there are unsuspecting elements, King Jialouluo has already sensed in an instant that the opponent is not the lord Li Yong, but is using the divine art of the lord.

Where is the lord? Where's Taeyeon? What happened...

"I killed you--" A stern shout suddenly came from inside the hall, and the black slender figure carrying the brilliant light of jade white and reddish, suddenly erupted from above the Nine Great Halls, and the rainbow crossed thousands of miles. Directly like a ray of electricity!

That Liedian is like a knife that can split the sky, carrying infinite killing intent and endless hatred, and rushing forward indefinitely!

Don't kill the enemy, rather break yourself!

The crimson sword light blossomed in front of her, approaching the enemy's heart. She exhausted all the strength of her whole body. In any case, she had to pierce the Lord of the Evergreen Palace. If she did not succeed, she would become a benevolent!

She swept down like a stunned feather, and slumped thousands of miles above the three thousand jade steps. The tung flowers floating on all sides were startled by the murderous intent and violent wind. They all stopped, and then slammed up again, in an instant. Purple smoke brocade spread out in between.

The woman wrapped in smoke and brocade has black hair like ink, her eyes are blushing, but her cheeks are white like jade, rouge is splashed out like a jade lamp, and she spreads out the clear and beautiful strong.

The man below the steps, with his golden robe being swept by the wind, gently looked up at her as she rolled down from the clouds, swept through the wind and smoke of this slow journey, with fire-like heat and blood-like burning pain, Roll towards him.

At that moment, his eyes changed and he was relieved...pain...joy...sentiment...fortunate...sorrow...the dust settled.

Above the three thousand jade steps that extend to the sky, there is an immortal ups and downs.

He suddenly opened his arms gently.

Facing Meng Fuyao who came with the sword, the empty door opened wide and embraced.

Immediately he said softly: "Shuyao."

"Hey."

Uncontrollable forward momentum, Jianguang instantly reaches the body.

Meng Fuyao froze in midair.

She stared at the man in disbelief, and now she could see his complicated gaze clearly, the infinite elegance between his eyebrows, the dazzling grace of him, the eyes that had never focused deeply on her.

Beside him, the faint scent of Ashura lotus wafted, changing like flowing clouds.

The sun rises and shines on the Evergreen Temple on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely jade steps that reflect the shining light. Above the jade steps, the couple of men and women who love each other finally broke through the barriers and met after crossing countless lives and deaths. , Look at each other.

The wind is quiet, and the flowers fall slowly.

Meng Fu waved his hand loose.

The body is soft.

Suddenly lost all power.

She fell down.

Pounced into his open arms.

Like a high-flying bird, flying across the sky with blood, rushing towards the return of fate, at the most painful and stunning moment, it landed in the arms that had been waiting for a long time.

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The dust, settled.

Evergreen Temple has always been inherited by the Lord’s divine art, no matter how the Lord’s power is obtained, the one who possesses the divine art is the Lord of the firmament, and everyone is only loyal to the Lord’s.

Under the threat of divine light and mandala leaves, there is no force to resist.

A great battle disappeared instantly because of the strange alternation of the position of the lord of the palace. The Eight Departments stopped, the elders ceased the war, and King Garuda was temporarily under house arrest. Looking at Taiyan, the grandson Wuji would never attack him again. Close it for a while.

Di Feitian is very dissatisfied with this—he has no opponents.

He requested that King Jialoulu be released to fight with him, the grandson Wuji said indifferently: "The new beloved girl is lost, and his mind is floating. Are you sure Lord Sorcerer is going to take advantage of others?"

The proud Di Feitian gave up immediately, but stared at him for a long while, saying: "He has been playing for a full year, and he is tired. Next time he will come up the mountain to teach you."

The grandson Wuji smiled: "Waiting at any time."

Master Witch God glanced at Meng Fuyao. From the moment he saw her appearing in the hall, he had no interest in overwhelming her. This is obviously a woman from another family, second-hand, no!

Zhang Sun Wuji was very satisfied with Lord Emperor’s pride, and he politely personally sent Lord Sorcerer God out. Anyhow, Emperor Feitian had done a lot in this matter. Without him, he rushed to the Temple of Evergreen and involved Evergreen. The energy of the Lord of the Palace, King Jialouluo and others, his plans and Meng Fuyao’s breakthrough may be even more difficult. In the Great Hall battle, masters gathered, he must deal with the Lord with all his strength, without the power of the Emperor Feitian, and the soul, even if The Dragon Palace Army will finally rebel and save people according to his instructions in advance, and it may not be able to sustain it.

The Lord of Evergreen Palace is too powerful and is an unshakable existence. His consciousness covers the entire Evergreen Temple. He cannot get a trace of assistance and can only fight alone, even if he has prepared for Fuyao many years ago. It is difficult to ensure that everything goes smoothly. There are too many variables, too many opportunities need to be relied on, the slightest loss is lost, and all is lost.

He had thought that he was really going to lose, and there was nothing to complain about, but if he didn't even dare to fight, it would be a waste of his life.

Fortunately, no one wanted to. He would fake an enemy in more than ten years.

No one wanted to get it. As early as when they first met Fuyao, he suspected that she was the demon girl referred to by the temple, so he asked Taiyan to become his enemy.

This is the last turnaround, and painstakingly planned, ten years a day, just in the future, when she confronts the temple, seize the little bit of life.

Now anyhow...I just broke through.

It's just a pity Taeyeon.

Taeyeon's thoughts towards him, he naturally understood that all he could do was to compensate her for the position of the Lord of the Palace.

But in the end, her choice made him owe her all his life.

Zhang Sun Wou-ki gently rubbed the jade sign, looked up to the sky, and vaguely heard her say: "Brother, I am lucky to meet you, but it is a blessing."

Taeyeon.

Don't meet me in your next life.

In the next life, be yourself.

Chang Feng rushed into his chest, and the thirty-seven-leaf mandala in his body was ups and downs, which was the eternal mark that the woman left on him, which would never be waved away in this life.

There is a reason and destiny to gather in the world, and a reason to be destined to gather in the world; there is a reason to annihilate the world, and a reason to annihilate the world.

He let out a long breath.

His heart suddenly warmed, and someone gently hugged him from behind.

A pair of warm, smooth hands leaned over and slipped into his palm.

He didn't turn his head, smiled and held the hand, rubbing it carefully in his palm, feeling the body of the woman behind him trembling slightly, and the face leaning on his back could feel cold through the clothes.

"Are they... gone?"

It's a question, but it's also a positive tone.

Meng Fuyao nodded, with his face pressed against his back, as if trying to absorb some warmth to resist the guilt and sadness deep in his heart.

Just now, she sent them away to Zhan Beiye.

Emperor Dahan hasn't said a word since the appearance of the grandson Wuji, his bright eyes are a little gloomy, but his expression is calm.

When she drove down the jade steps to assassinate the Lord Evergreen, she used his sword. When she parted, she handed it back the sword. He stared at the sword and didn't take it for a long time.

The sword of the Dahan imperial clan has never been handed over to others. Once handed over, it means giving away the honor and status of life.

But to her, he handed the sword three times and returned it three times.

She will always be the exception to his life, and will always be the end of his life.

With all my heart, I chased all the way, declaring her own, but watching her drift away all the way.

Emperor Dahan looked up and looked at Meng Fuyao before the crystal clear snow mountain. She was more crystal clear than the snow mountain. She was originally a peerless lotus born in the soil of the snow mountain. The final return.

And he, in the writing of Providence, made up a stroke of her life, but stopped halfway.

He looked at her for a long time and smiled.

The man in black and red robe, in the wind, swiftly brushed his sleeves, brushed away the blood and dust on the road, laughing.

The broad and strong laughter spread far from the top of the temple, among the rolling snow-capped mountains, causing the vast mountains to resonate, and a new snow broke.

He laughed and said: "Life is enough!"

Then he took the sword, scabbed it sharply, and left without looking back.

The black robe shining with a red totem brightly shines in the snow, like a piece of ink stained on the white earth, and you can still see clearly after dozens of miles, the one who belongs to the smiling man is like ink like blood Life, outlined on the vast earth, will never fade.

This encounter with you in my life is enough!

Watching him go away in sorrow, Meng Fuyao went to see Lei Dong and Gu Yidi with a little restlessness.

Lei Dong didn't say anything. He just kept smiling and shook his head, shaking his red head like a rattle. To Meng Fuyao's thanks, he waved his hand: "Forget it! What if you thank you? If you marry Ye Thank you, and I will accept this thank you!"

Meng Fuyao also only smiled bitterly, remembering one thing, and asked Lei Dong: "Master, I heard that there is a Lei Dong tactic, is it the martial arts you always created?"

"Huh?" Lei Dong touched his head, staring wide-eyed, "What's Lei Dong Jue?" After thinking about it for a long time, he said, "Could it be that I thought of a set of internal skills that I was bored in my early years? Ah, that stuff. It can’t be done. It’s not half the essence of my own martial arts. I’ve already thrown it away!"

Meng Fuyao silently remembered Yan Jingchen, who had lost his life for Lei Dong Jue, and even eventually lost his life. What he spent all his life pursuing for happiness, in the end, was nothing but something other people abandoned.

Life, irony.

Sighing, she looked at Gu Yidi again. She wanted to ask about Zong Yue's whereabouts for a long time. There was no chance in the Great Hall Battle. Now looking at the cold and beautiful eyes of the middle-aged woman, the bold Meng Fuyao actually asked Not export.

"Are you afraid to ask, or don't you want to ask?" Gu Yidi said in the end.

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth.

"I'm not happy to help you," Gu Yidi said coldly, "It's just looking at Yue'er noodles."

Meng Fuyao looked happy, Zong Yue was fine!

"This silly boy..." Gu Yidi sighed softly, "...it didn't have a long lifespan, now... forget it, but let's do everything."

Meng Fuyao's smile solidified, staring at her blankly, she...what does this mean?

"Don't you know that Yue'er has a deficiency?" Gu Yidi said lightly, "In order to get revenge, he made a deal with the Fufeng Sorceress, and with her power, he used Xuanyuan Ancient Qishu to change his face*. It’s just a life-saving, and the woman was hiding her evil intentions, and she took the opportunity to slap him secretly, and he...had not survived forty years."

Meng Fuyao took a step back and held on to the railing behind him. The white marble railing has cold tentacles, but the cooler thing is the heart.

"With my medical skills and his medical skills, if we take good care of it, it is still possible to live a few more years, but it is a pity..." Gu Yidi turned around and stopped looking at her, "He has worn too much."

The cold and arrogant woman never looked back, and a willow leaf floated down the nine palaces. Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand. She wanted to stay but felt shameless to stay. She wanted to stay but felt that she didn’t know what could be retained. Destiny was surging. Elapsed water, the past can never be repeated, and turning around again, maybe it still ends in such a sad end.

She stretched out her hand for a long time, but only after the cold wind on the top of the temple, for a long time, a teardrop hit her fingertips heavily.

She didn’t know, the valley walked to the bottom of the mountain, and in a wooden house in a hidden valley at the foot of the mountain, she hugged a man in white clothes like snow. She watched him for a long time and saw his haggard face and vaguely heard his glazed life. Just a little bit, as the luxury of time passed, it gradually broke.

He only looked at the direction of the Evergreen Temple, his eyes were like a kite, and no matter how far he flew it, he always maintained the direction of her palm.

"So nostalgic, why not meet her?"

Zong Yue smiled and did not answer.

Why let her see herself like this? Why bother to make her sad, let her keep in her heart forever the healthy Zong Yue in the four realms at that moment, and let her memory of him stay forever in the last kiss in the dark realm.

He wanted to be selfish, let the cold and poisonous tongue Zong Yue, in the most warm and charming way, permanently freeze in her life.

"She shed tears for you."

He remained silent, and it took a long time to say: "Her tears are worthless."

Gu Yidie couldn't help but smile, and tears appeared in his eyes halfway through the smile, and he said for a while: "If it weren't for this tear, I would have slapped her in the face."

"It's too late to go back and incite now."

Gu Yidi turned his head to look at him, narrowed his smile, and sighed: "Chi'er, you are like me, with a hard mouth and a soft heart... We are all... stupid people..."

"No." The white-clothed man looked back at that direction with nostalgia. It was probably the last time in this life...

"It's all fate."

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"The army doesn't know if it will return. If you fight in the northern field, I believe it will retreat sooner or later." Meng Fuyao gently pressed against the back of Grandson Wuji, and said in a low voice, "I now hope that Ji Yu did not cause too much damage to the sky. Big damage."

"The wrath of the emperor, the blood is flowing." Changsun Wuji squeezed her hand, "So we must cultivate our minds, especially you."

The gloomy Meng Fuyao couldn't help but smile, and said: "You said that the master is in the temple, but I didn't see him."

"Master Holy Spirit has left." Changsun Wuji said, "He said that he would be unhappy when he saw you, because you are better than him. In order to avoid the situation where the master is not as good as the disciple, you don't need to see him again in the future." /

Meng Fuyao cursed: "Old bastard, my heart is too small." After thinking about it, he was puzzled, "Why is he in the temple?"

"I don't know." Changsun Wuji said, "I wasn't there when he was in the temple. Maybe he went there for you. The needle under the Lord's feet is really a powerful stroke, otherwise I may not Can last so long. I suspect that your master is the first generation of servants of the temple back then."

"God servant?"

"The generational hall masters all have their own **** servants," Changsun Wuji thought of Ah Da, who had killed himself after the death of the hall master, and sighed, "Only the **** servants of the founder of the ancestor, who is missing after his ascension, but He must have received an oracle before the patriarch died, so Lord Holy Spirit, become your master."

Although he had read part of the records of the founder of the ancestor, and obtained the evergreen magic skills he left behind, the memory from the ancestor did not fully unlock him, and some things can only be guessed.

Perhaps, when the patriarch was dying, he did not want to repeat his life with Lianhua, but hoped to be a new person in the new life and start again with a brand new look.

So today's eldest grandson Wuji is not exactly the ancestor, just like the current Meng Fuyao, it is no longer the original lotus that was poured out by the ancestor's blood.

They have inherited their blood, but they have their own process ideas and choices.

Meng Fuyao listened quietly to what he said about the entanglement of the year, and said for a long time: "It turns out that'killing the sky' was a lotus flower back then, and the tripod of Yunfu is the **** cauldron where the ancestor trained the body of the lotus. The lotus with the birth of the flower was transformed by my ontology. The lotus power was left in the tripod of Killing the Sky and Yunfu. The three things were added together to achieve the final return. In order to make me strong enough to return to the temple, It’s really hard work, but if these opportunities don’t coincide, isn’t there no hope for a dream in this lifetime?"

"Lianhua was too weak in the previous life, but he was born with chaotic consciousness and was unable to protect himself. He was almost destroyed by the temple defenders several times, so the ancestor sent you a red dust experience and let you be a brand-new yourself." Looking at her, "For him, whether you can be with him in the end is not the most important thing. You are strong enough, enough to protect yourself, and able to live a life happily according to your will is his biggest dream."

Meng Fuyao met his gaze.

She knows what he meant, this him is himself.

The patriarch of that life and the eldest grandson of this life, Wuji, may not have exactly the same personalities, but for her, they have the same heart.

Never take possession for pleasure, only for fulfillment.

"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji slowly turned around with her hand, and wrapped her cool body in his arms.

"I am very happy...Your wish before God chose me."

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The following days seemed to be very happy. Dawan helped the wind and retreated. Dahan and Wuji had also ceased the war. Xiao Qishi was unwilling to send troops for nothing. With the acquiescence of Zhan Beiye, he turned to attack Shangyuan, which was plundered by the fire. Yun Hen was also in the army at the time. After he went down to report the letter, he did not return to the Evergreen Temple. Since Fuyao is well, he doesn't want to disturb her life anymore. She has been too hard all the way, so why not add more to her? Some burden? It happened that Yan Lie was the leader of Shang Yuan, and Yan Lie tried to attack Xiao Qi in a sneak attack, but Yun Hen inadvertently discovered that he endured and endured, and finally shot.

Yan Lie was very pleasantly surprised when he saw Yun Hen. He immediately asked him to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, and then asked Yan Jingchen whereabouts. Yun Hen refused his request and told him the truth about Yan Jingchen’s death, which made Yan Lie totally lost. After successive defeats, Emperor Shangyuan ordered his deportation back to Beijing to pursue the responsibility of the army and the coach of the country. Yun Hen intentionally did not save him, but remembering Yan Jingchen's deathbed instructions, he followed in desperation, intending to go on. When Emperor Yuan put Yan Lie to death, it was Yan Jingchen's sake that he would be saved.

Who knows that Yan Lie is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The emperor wants to deal with him. He, who holds the military power, said "I will not be in the foreign monarch's life", and he also reversed. On the one hand, Shangyuan faced the attack of Dahan. There have been internal troubles on the other side. These years have been suppressed by Wuji. It was easy to take advantage of Dahan to send troops to Wuji to earn some interest, but this happened again. Under domestic and foreign attacks, the Qi Xunyi regime was precariously like a hollow building. , Collapsed suddenly, it was the winter of the year. In the last battle of the palace, Qi Xunyi was besieged by Yan Lie’s army and died. However, Yan Lie, who had just sat on the throne for three days, died inexplicably. In a mess, Shang Yuan instantly fell into Dahan's hands.

The victorious Xiaoqi immediately pursued the victory and preached that he would slaughter the city and genocide against the defeated country. How could Yunhen bear the slaughter of his father and fellow villagers and immediately stop him. Before the small seven-fold arrow formation, he asked for a battle with Shangyuan Wenwu. If he loses If you win, you will retreat. If you win, kill the challenger family first.

Shangyuan Wenwu was overjoyed and frowning at this absurd request. General Dahan Xiaoqi is famous in the world for his bravery, who can be his trick? His gaze turned to Yun Hen. Although this was a courtier of Taiyuan, Yan Lie had appointed him as his successor before he died. Although he refused to accept it, he was also the future emperor of Shangyuan. He is a master of the world, is there any reason not to fight for his subjects?

The ministers pleaded one after another to ask the new emperor to succeed to the throne to save the people. Yunhen reluctantly succeeded to the throne, and please fight against Marshal Dahan. Needless to say, Xiaoqi lost.

When Xiao Qi retired, he waved his hand very happily. With a "chat" from the thousands of troops, Qi Zile turned his head back, and just turned around, Xiao Qi curled his mouth and said to himself.

"What slaughter the city, isn't it just for you to be the boss."

Yun Hen didn’t know, Qi Xunyi might not have been defeated so fast, and Yan Lie, who was in the prime of life, might not have died suddenly. The two queens of the day joined forces to clear the obstacles in his way, then no matter who it is , Will be kicked away, Qi Xunyi can be instantly trapped by the Dawan Mi army trained by Ji Yu, and Yan Lie can die silently by the hand of the Fufeng Wizard.

The young man who wanted to follow the flow of his life and never wanted to fight for himself, finally took the high and cold position, like the two emperors, at the peak of life, in Jinluan, far above the horizon. On the Nine-Dragon Chair, looking far beyond the sky, the woman who smiled and flew to the top of the far north.

Beyond the sky, the summit of the far north.

These changes on the five continents have not yet disturbed Meng Fuyao's rare leisurely and peaceful life.

She accompanied the grandson Wuji, traveling around the mountains and playing in the water. Although the Evergreen Mountain is full of snow-capped mountains, there is nothing fun, but the two of them traveled all over the mountains with great interest, digging through the snowdrifts to find the growth. The green grass, crawling down the deep valley to look for the evergreen alien beast, when there is nothing, look at the mountains flying like a silver dragon, look at the undulating sea of ​​clouds, watch the sunlight rise on the top of the snow-capped mountains, shining the sky and the earth. The bright silvery white, but the two pairs of cross-sighted eyes are brighter than ice and snow.

Their steps seem careless, but they often consciously or unconsciously coordinate in a certain direction. Sometimes somewhere, in front of a rugged cliff, the two will suddenly stand still, facing the sea of ​​clouds under their feet and saying at the same time: "Hey, We were here..."

Then he stopped at the same time and smiled at each other.

Maybe the previous life has been erased, but the call that remains deep in the blood is still there. The places they have walked together hundreds of years ago, the shared memories they shared, set foot again after hundreds of years, and immediately hit their faces Come.

Sometimes they don’t go anywhere and deal with some things in the temple. Changsun Wou-ki is now the lord of the firmament and the Wuji. He plans to reform the firm’s current political and religious unity system, separate the theocracy from the government, and gradually move towards The inland centralization system is closer. This is naturally a very difficult reform for the firmament, which has been a theocracy from the beginning and the system has lasted for hundreds of years, but Meng Fuyao believes that as long as it takes time, one day the grandson Wuji He will achieve his goal and gradually eliminate the influence of theocratic power on the people. The Evergreen Temple will eventually be stripped of the government, separated from the church and state, and no longer let the ethereal theocratic power control all the lives of the people in the sky.

The Temple of Evergreen starts with him and ends with him.

Although these matters cannot be implemented immediately and resolutely and vigorously, they should be eaten as early as possible. This has always been what Changsun Wuji is good at. The first step is to abolish the official positions of the temples in various places, abolish the temple and altar system, and reform the province. State and county system, reformer selection system, open the door to select people across the country, replace and substantiate lower-level officials, step by step from bottom to top, gradually evacuating the political power of the Evergreen Temple.

While the grandson Wuji was busy with these things, Meng Fuyao sat on one side with her cheeks resting on her side, and burned with a charcoal stove, but don’t think that she would add fragrance to the night and study ink. It was impossible for Queen Meng. , She knocked the melon seeds, knocked and became impatient, so the lord of the palace would personally use magic techniques to peel melon seeds to her. The melon seeds belonged to her, and the shells of the melon seeds belonged to Lord Kyuubi and Yuanbao. As long as the two protested, she would throw them in. In the ice and snow, Master Yuanbao doesn't care about the ice and snow, but Nine Tails was very wronged and slammed the door to protest-I saved you three times, and you promised to reward me!

Queen Meng's conscience has always been very small. Kyuubi scratched the door for a long time, and she threw out a package of melon seeds--the one that was not peeled, and knocked off by herself.

After knocking melon seeds, I doze again, with his head on his chest a little bit, but he refuses to go to bed. Every time he puts Hara-tzu in a melodrama of the eldest son Wuji, every time he raises his head after he finishes one thing, he sees that flower. Lotus under the lamp, sleeping more ugly than a bear, had to smile, put her pen, and hug her back to the room to sleep.

Of course, sleeping is sleeping, it doesn't make much sense. Meng Fuyao believes that if you are not married yet, don't let a small individual* affect the perfection and uniqueness of the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

So His Majesty, the Lord of the Grandson, had no choice but to face the beauty of the spring sleeping posture, suppress himself, and do something that men love to do.

The poison of Meng Fuyao's "sense of love" is naturally solved. The last antidote is in the temple. The palace owner has always been in charge of the problem. The problem that had troubled her for a long time was solved at this moment.

So basically, as long as it is not excessive, Queen Meng will not know.

Her days are a little lazy, a little random, a little at a loss. She has been rushing all the way for a long time, holding a goal in her heart and walking forward with one breath. Now that the dust has settled, she suddenly feels that her heart is empty, as if The purpose and meaning of this life suddenly disappeared.

At the Jiuyi Hall, when faced with a choice, she chose to save the eldest Sun Wuji, but it does not mean that she could leave her mother out of the clouds from now on. It was her obsession of her life, which was deeply embedded in her blood and soul, and completely discarded How easy is it?

She is the lotus, but not the lotus. The lotus originally existed only for the patriarch. Now this lotus, reincarnated in reincarnation, has already reshaped itself in the fireworks of the world, all love and hate Concerns are all her own.

However, she didn't say that you don't have to think too much about making a choice. If the grandson Wuji is so affectionate, how can she ask him-if you inherited the magic, is there a way to send me away?

I tried so hard to find the great magical power in the temple, but now the great magical power is by her side, she can no longer speak.

She is getting depressed, but she always smiles; she doesn't sigh, but she is always absent-minded; she eats very little but drinks a lot; she sleeps and talks a lot, but she doesn't know that someone is always listening through the curtain Last night, the oblique shadow fell a bit desolately in the moonlight.

On the brightest day of the moon, another year on August 15th, a round of silver plates hangs on the Evergreen Mountain. Because of the extraordinarily lofty nature, the moonlight seems extraordinarily pure.

At the top of the Jiuyi Hall, a delicate table was placed on the jade platform, and she and him sat.

No servants are needed. You don’t need to let outsiders interfere with the hard-won reunion. Changsun Wou-ki personally pours her wine. The clear wine shines like a ball of silver under the moonlight, and she faces the silver light. Smiled and said: "Look, look, the moon is in the sky, the moon in the cup, you will be reunited everywhere."

Changsun Wuji stroked her face with a slightly reddish red wine, and looked at her smiling eyes but faintly desolate. He paused with his fingers, gently moved the corners of her lips, wiped off a little wine, and smiled. : "Drinking is splashy."

Meng Fuyao was about to refute, but saw that he put the finger on her lips close to his lips, and sucked like that.

Her face suddenly turned red, and it was as beautiful as a new blooming crabapple under the moonlight.

"The wine I drank in my life is the most mellow at this moment." Changsun Wuji smiled beside her. He didn't sit across from her, but squeezed beside her. Both of them were thinly dressed, each passing through the plackets. The heat of the body skin, obviously I didn't use my fingertips to touch it, but it is magical that it is so soft and silky, and desirable, the peach blossom in the depths of the quiet path.

Meng Fu shook his hand on his cheek and looked sideways at the male face. This man, the clock of the gods, the most exquisite face in the world, will make people dizzy after a long time, especially when he is a little drunk. The gleaming eyes suddenly rippled like water. Seeing his drunkenness from her drunkenness, one could see the dark fragrance floating, the moonlight dusk, the starry river, the darkness of the silver man.

And he just showed her like that, and seemed to be smiling, the depth and shallowness of the smile, the shadows slanting horizontally, and the arc with the same meaning as hers.

"Fuyao..."

She gave a soft "um", half drunk.

"Say what you want to say."

Meng Fu shook her fingers, half of a glass of wine was spilled, and most of the wine was awakened in an instant—in fact, she was not drunk either. Her alcohol volume had recently skyrocketed and it was not easy to get drunk.

Say...what you want to say...

He still... sees it.

Yes, she smiled, eldest son Wuji has a crystal heart, no matter how well Meng Fuyao conceals her, she can't escape Mingjing.

What are you thinking about?

The most common old saying is that you think about your family every holiday season.

The dust has settled, and there is nothing to worry about. This full moon night, so graceful and full of moonlight, always reminds her of the hut of that lifetime, and remembers the moon cakes that she shared with her mother, egg yolk lotus paste, she likes egg yolks Mother likes lotus seed paste, so moon cakes are not divided into two parts. The egg yolk is dug out and the lotus seed paste is left. A good moon cake is eaten so badly. After eating, the mother and daughter laughed and took their hands out for a walk-moon cakes are too high in calories , To digest.

I said it’s a digestive walk, and I often bought sugar-fried chestnuts in the end, filled with paper bags, screaming in the palm of my hand, and the heat of the chestnuts came out, warming the cool air of the night in the August lunar calendar in the town, yellow Liren is mellow and plump, with a sweet mouth, and it is also like a smile under the bright moon.

But now, on the 15th night of August again, who will accompany my mother on the holiday? Who would eat the egg yolk in the lotus paste or the lotus paste in the egg yolk for her? Who held that chestnut in her palm, round and round?

Having achieved this end of consummation, I will not get the reunion at the other end.

Zhang Sun Wuji's hand stretched out and covered her hand, the heat of his palm burned her, even his heart trembled, and the look in his eyes was encouraging, warm and inclusive—as long as it was your concern, I want to share.

Meng Fuyao sighed softly, thinking that he was not a good actor, why can't he be more heartless, or simply go deeper in the city, or forget his previous life, or hide a serious reality, better than now If you can't get up, it's hard for him to hang yourself.

"I want to..." At this moment, there is no need to cover up, and to cover up and let him down. She raised her eyes and looked at him clearly, "I want to know how my mother is now."

The grandson Wuji covered her with his hands, did not move, his smile seemed to be slightly shallower, a bit like the moonlight turning the platform at this moment, but his tone was still calm, only one word was said.

"Look."

The moonlight was like satin, slowly pulling apart in front of the stone table, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw the moonlight mother.

No, I can’t see my mother, I only see the hospital bed, the beeping instruments, the doctors and nurses running around the bedside, the bony hand hanging from the bed, the hand is blue Pinholes, and mottled age spots.

I saw an old fairy tale book opened on the ground where my hand was hanging down and my fingertips drooping, tumbling weakly in the wind.

Seeing that the crowd was busy for a while, and a little quieter, the doctor walked away quickly and ordered the nurse: "The critical illness notice..."

I saw the nurse trot following the doctor: "She has no relatives..."

I heard the doctor questioning: "No relatives? This patient is critically ill several times, but seems to be holding on to not want to leave, then who is she waiting for?"

……

Meng Fuyao's face suddenly lost all the color.

She froze in the moonlight, soaked inch by inch by the cool moonlight, or was she cooler than the moonlight? It was cold forever, but she seemed to be cold forever.

She set her gaze on the wine glass in front of her. The wine was not full of flavour and tempting, and it seemed like a flogging at the moment-her mother was critically ill, struggling alone on the line of life and death, but she was singing in another world with wine, and Lovers celebrate the festive season together.

The wine is fine wine, it is venom, it is so fragrant and mellow when it enters the throat, but it is fresh juice pouring in the stomach.

Slowly, she squeezed the glass tighter, tighter.

The pure gold wine glass is squeezed softly in the palm, squeezing out the thin edges and corners, piercing into the skin, and a deep red color is dyed on the brilliant and gorgeous gold leaf, bright and dazzling.

A hand gently stretched over and took away the shapeless wine glass. Long Sun Wuji waved his sleeves to close the moonlight, and looked at her as she was frosty by the moonlight one day. He sighed gently, and embraced her. in.

She immediately put her head on his shoulder blades, and hugged his waist with her hands, as if someone waiting to be drowned was looking for a sleeper for climbing. Her face and hands were so cold that it was frozen wherever she touched. .

He immediately adjusted his inner breath to make himself warmer, Meng Fuyao buried his head in his arms, her body trembling slightly, her body was hot and cold, and the wine slowly came up, leaning on his body The heat rises immediately.

The heat immediately made him a little stiff, and for a while, he was a little uncontrollable. Although the two of them had been together for a long time, she was always shy about physical contact, but she ran away when she came closer, like tonight. The posture is never unique.

The longson Wuji had a low gasp.

He is a man of the right age. He is a man with strong spirit and *. He naturally has the * of those men, but he doesn't like to be like those men. Any woman can enjoy themselves. He only needs his own Women, as long as they belong to the half, do not hesitate to wait a long time, more than 20 years.

He wants to hold her in his arms, take her to the clouds together, and become one in each other’s climbing and entanglement. That is the most worshipable ascension in the world, blooming in the joy of the red dust, brilliant as stars .

But not, not at the moment.

She is in pain. She just learned that her dear relative is critically ill. Her current attachment is just a subconscious reaction of inner pain and fragility. He should not have her in this way, who is still in a coma, in the most beautiful moment. Shaded.

Changsun Wuji got up a little stiff, hugged her, and said: "I will send you back to the room."

She didn't speak, she nestled in his arms like a cat. She breathed lightly, with a faint scent of wine and virgin body fragrance, and her hair came softly and fell on his chin, making him stiffer. Points, almost even the pace is unstable.

I finally returned to the room without lighting up the light. He put her down in the moonlight and lightly kissed her forehead: "Go to sleep..."

She still didn't speak, but when he was about to get up, she suddenly stretched her arms around his neck.

The scent on all sides became stronger, the room full of sweet fragrance, the moonlight was so soft and soft as her eyes at the moment, Changsun Wuji's heart shook, and for an instant he felt like he was soft too. She pulled it down.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, his clothes half-slanted by her, a delicate collarbone under the moonlight, he didn't go to dress up, he only asked her lowly: "Swinging..."

She gave an "um" cry.

What else does he want to say, but she has already put her lips together.

The first time she kissed him actively, her posture was a bit awkward, but her lips were as soft as the most delicate petals. There was a faint scent of wine between her teeth, and more of it was a sweet and rich smell, which belonged to her and came from the body. The deep clean and seductive taste, she learned the experience she seemed to use, gently prying his teeth with her tongue, changing him to a chuckle, and sucking her tongue back.

As soon as he took the initiative, her audacity just disappeared suddenly, a little confused and a little passive. He didn't know when she had been pressed on her, and he entangled her firmly. He kissed her carefully and tasted a little bit. Her sweet and warm, so close lips and teeth sometimes touched slightly, and her voice was soft and trembling, she trembled, but he suddenly moved away, and then gently kissed her white forehead, kissed her moisturized On the cheek, he kissed her cool and cute nose. His kiss was accompanied by a shallow bite, not painful but a little itchy. She couldn't help but retract, but when he moved, he immediately groaned, panting and burying his face. On her shoulders.

She stiffened, felt a certain change in his body, she felt a little at a loss for a while, and tentatively avoided, but changed his body a little bit tighter, almost fragile hum, she Immediately he dared not move any more, his hand pinched her waist but suddenly his fingers hooked, and the belt had fallen silently.

She hasn't reacted yet. He turned his fingertips. God knows how dexterous he is to strip people's clothes. He didn't even feel that his clothes suddenly fell to the ground, and piled softly under her feet. Outer coat, inner robe, homemade underwear... the bra is decorated with a small flower, a simple five-petal flower shape, he bent his face to kiss, changed her slight shudder, and then he peeled off with one hand, she was startled. He concealed it subconsciously, but he was already a step too late, and he heard him smile lowly: "I apologize to you... I used to look away..."

She looked at him questioningly, his eyes swept across her chest with a smile.

She was so ashamed, she became angry immediately, unwilling to show weakness, pulled him down, and hurriedly pulled his clothes, not gentle, he was not in a hurry, let her untie him clumsily, smoothly. Throw away all the obstacles he wanted to remove.

Suddenly, I felt the moonlight was cool, and each other's eyes lit up, and each other was calm in the same silver.

Her figure is a beautiful mountain, wherever it undulates, it is the softest poem. The moonlight reflects the body like jade and glass, and outlines the most moving curve of pale gold, which rises from the beginning. , At the closing point, the ups and downs at the turning point are awe-inspiring, lingering in the depths makes people tremble, seeming to think that the moonlight is ashamed, she raised her arms and half covered her eyes, from arm to waist, she leaned out like a stream of seduction The curvature of a person is like a whirlpool that is willing to indulge forever.

Covering his eyes, but secretly looking at him, why is this man such a good figure? Why is the skin on the body smooth as silk? Aren't you afraid to attract heaven and jealousy... Before a thought was finished, he was dark and heavy before his eyes, and he had gently covered it.

She trembled and touched his shoulder on one side of her face. Suddenly she felt a different touch. When she opened her eyes, she saw hideous scars, both shoulders, and the wrists that hugged her were deeply scarred. The left hand is especially heavier. After healing, the skin is slightly raised, flaws in perfection, and so piercing and painful scars.

Her tears immediately fell, falling on the reddish scars, slowly spreading away on the uneven skin, she gently stroked the scars, tears fell endlessly, seeming to want to use tears Wash away such painful scars, wash away the sufferings he had suffered for her, and even wash away the marks she made in his life, the marks that belonged to the proud man of heaven and he shouldn't bear.

He leaned his shoulder to the side, as if he wanted to avoid her eyes, but the injury was on both sides, and it was the same everywhere, so he had to smile bitterly, hug her tightly, and whisper: "It's okay...no pain... …"

To coax a child, it was a little silly to come out of his mouth. She burst into tears more urgently, but smiled in the splash of tears, and reached out and hugged his waist.

Inspired, he pressed closer, holding the pearl-like slippery and delicate body gently in his palm, kissing the peaks and valleys over and over again, kissing her warm and soft, his body was also trembling slightly, scorching hot In the flames, she was eager to rush, but she was always gentle and slowly moving forward. She was wrapped in a soft cloud and a piece of smooth silk, tossed in his palm, rubbing with fiery intensity, her mind burned with a fiery sea of ​​fire, both Hot and dizzy, fingers pinched deeply into the smooth texture of his back. She filled his lips and palms a little bit, but she gave rise to the ultimate emptiness, like a cry of need from the depths of life, longing for the magma from him. The searing and fulfilling.

In her dazed consciousness, she instinctively lifted her body to get close to him. He gasped, firmly grasped her curved slender waist, and drew her closer to him to make each other’s bodies fit more closely. The friction ignited a new fire, and she couldn't help Shen Yin. He hugged her tightly and gasped in her ears: "Fuyao, I am here."

She whispered a low "um", the next moment her body became stiff, a vague groan appeared between her lips, her waist couldn't help arching into a beautiful arc, a little bit of crimson falling off, bright like rouge, he immediately I slowed down, kissed her again and again, and waited patiently for her to relax, until she softened herself into a pool of spring water, and he rode a horse from beyond the thousands of mountains and rivers, and drove into the depths of her body. Hugging his waist tightly, experiencing the closeness in the extreme rush, and suddenly crying in such painful joy...He and her, from now on, truly become one, from now on, she will I really gave myself to him.

Her tears fell, she hugged him tightly with choking, and buried her face on his shoulders, her lips on his ears, she tilted her head to hold his earlobes, and she was clearly in his ears Said: "I love you."

I love you.

I first met fifteen years ago, and reunited four years ago. The seven countries were separated and reunited. Until today, at the northernmost point of the Wuzhou Continent, I can finally tell you frankly that I love you.

I loved you a long time ago, but I told you until today.

The person holding him fell silent suddenly, and then he fell heavily, he leaned over, looked for her lips, kissed the tears that fell on her lips, and laughed softly: "Love me, why Want to cry?"

She said nothing, and covered her eyes with his hands, but he suddenly turned her over. Before she could exclaim that she had fallen on him, beneath him were his hazy eyes like the sea, he looked at her deeply, Ask her: "How long do you love me?"

How long do you love him?

She was asked this question suddenly, how long did she love him? It seems that it was only a moment of shock that it was deeply carved, and it seems that after years of arduousness, the heart mark was imprinted. He has always been a special case in her world, and it was lingering at the beginning, and may still be unfamiliar now.

How can a stranger like her fall in love with her worthless? What is good about her? Willful and selfish, he broke his heart all the way, and in the end... She closed her eyes and did not look at him, but he seemed unwilling to relax, as if she wanted some proof, and still asked her: "How long do you love me?"

How long do you love him?

Xu is the horror of blood on the snow in the four realms of the sky, the coldness of the ice cave that meets the Tianfeng God's Roar, Xu is the hug in the rain pouring in Lijiazhuang, Yuheng is chasing and killing The warmth of silent tacit understanding.

Or even earlier, the smiling man in the Promise Palace and fussing the piano across the lake, the angry curse in Yaocheng's Haoyangshan Hot Spring, even the unfamiliar person on Xuanyuan Mountain extended a helping hand.

Or, these are not, but just those dedicated support and companionship in the long journey, they are the silent bit by bit that sneaks into the moisturizing things with the wind, they are silent and unwilling to pave her way for her knowledge, Let go and make perfect with a broad mind.

Let the free mind, who does not want to be fettered, look back for him in the end.

She closed her eyes and laughed, kissed his face, and said softly: "Long...long..."

The kiss fell, and the tears fell. Tonight, she was so crying, soft and indulgent. After the initial shyness, she dared and proactively tentatively teased him. She kissed his beautiful profile , Couldn't help wandering on his smooth skin, listening to him trembling and gasping under her body, couldn't bear to roll over her again and again, and then hugged him deeper and deeper.

The tears were silent and surging, accompanied by sweat, both of them were wet with a fine light, she was like a swimming fish, walking wet between each other's bodies, hugging him more tightly over and over again, and letting Today, she indulges and compensates for all his shortcomings and debts. If possible, she hopes to compensate more, more...

This hug is so indulgent, this love is so endless, this night with tears and lingering tears, it seems that I will give my life's blood to each other.

When Tian Jiangming was sleepy and weak, he let go, and slid her fingers on her sweaty back skin. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and heard him whisper in her ear: "I love you too ... a long, long time."

She closed her eyes and listened quietly to her painful heartbeat, listening to him fall asleep, breathing evenly, and waited a while before quietly sitting up.

He fell asleep peacefully, neither haunting her nor pressing her, so she didn’t have to worry about how to not disturb his getting up, she stared deeply at his sleeping face in the last darkness before dawn, that A peaceful face, the skin is white of noble jade, and the long eyelashes are covered, and the shadows are beautifully curved under the eyes.

She leaned down slightly, as if she wanted to kiss those eyes, but eventually she stopped in mid-air and dropped a kiss in the cold dawn air.

She sat quietly on the bed with her knees hugged for a moment, the darkness fell heavily on her shoulders, and she seemed to be trembling slightly under pressure.

Immediately she got up, dressed and floated out the door silently.

Don't look back.

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She walked in the dawn of the Evergreen Temple, all the way forward, holding a thin golden page in her hand.

That is the last piece of the golden page left by the gale.

The last golden page of the scroll was full of strange lines. She didn't see what it was. Now that she has lived in the Temple of Evergreen for a long time, she finally understood that it was a map of the Temple of Evergreen.

How would the map of the Evergreen Temple be in that booklet, how would it be overcome by the gale, and how this booklet is related to her fate, now that she doesn’t know the answer, what she is paying attention to now is specifically marked in the map The place.

The soul-receiving underground palace of the Evergreen Temple.

Hundreds of years ago, she was there and was sent away by the founder of the creative education, sending her to another space, reincarnating from generation to generation, waiting for each other to return.

Now she is going there.

She can still deceive herself without knowing the news of her mother. However, when she saw that scene tonight, she could not harden her heart to stay like this, so that her mother could not wait for her bleak death, no one would die after death, and be in this world again , Enjoy your own happiness.

Such happiness, in the days to come, will turn into a heart-wrenching knife, cutting her conscience every day, cutting her life to pieces and dripping with blood.

By then, it won't be happiness anymore.

She can only go back, and there is no chance to look back this time.

Although she has inquired about the way to leave, and even deliberately or unconsciously searched for the records of such magical methods in the Evergreen Temple, although she most hopes that she can go back to her mother and return to him, but Even she herself knew that this idea was too absurd. It was nothing more than a dream. The space was split, and there was no chance of it. It was a blessing to be able to go back. How could it be possible to wear it again?

So Promise.

This night of upside-down carnival, this night of indulgence, is the last compensation I can give you.

After this night, the red dust is intoxicated, and then I look back at the horizontal waves of the sea.

The golden giant door of the Palace of Souls was opened slowly in front of her.

There is no guard at this place. It is said that since the great turmoil of the Patriarch hundreds of years ago, no one has come to this place.

Hall masters of the past dynasties are all "flying" in legends, so although it is nominally the underground palace where the owner of the Evergreen Temple has stopped, in fact, it doesn't even count as the crown mound.

Meng Fuyao gently walked down the stone steps engraved with lotus flowers, and heard the echo of his footsteps in the deep hollow of the tunnel

The tunnel is gloomy and long, the blue and white porcelain lamp is shining, and the ground is paved with wide boulders. Every three steps of the stone surface is carved a huge lotus. The figure-shaped underground palace is gradually exposed in front of her, step by step golden light, ear chamber The giant emerald beast looked at each other silently.

Everything, deja vu.

At the beginning of the year, the dream suddenly reappeared when I met the grandson Wuji. Meng Fuyao walked towards the main tomb without hesitation, and then she stopped.

It's so tall, wide and huge, more majestic and magical than the human brain can imagine.

The totem of the beast on the white stone pillar is about to rise, and dozens of night pearls are shining on the golden dome, and the golden dome of sun, moon and stars can be seen from the highest prescription, as if another layer of nine heavens has been created.

Only one golden coffin is missing.

Meng Fuyao stroked the golden book in her hand. The lines on it had already been carved into her heart. She went straight to the top of the tomb, on the top of the nine golden steps.

There is a lotus platform there, made of bronze, the only old and dim thing in the magnificent underground palace hall, there are still some black spots on the side of the platform, which seems to be blood.

In the middle of the lotus flower, there is a small sapphire three-legged tripod. It is also familiar. There is a shallow slot in the tripod. Meng Fuyao drips blood on the golden page. According to the method he learned from consulting the temple, he put the golden page into the slot. Insert the mark.

"Shuyao."

The sound behind her came suddenly, making her tremble all over, she froze there, her shoulders were so hard that she couldn't turn her head back.

She turned around slowly for a while, barely squeezing out a smile. She knew that the smile was really ugly, but at this time she really didn't know what expression to put on.

Zhang Sun Wuji leaned on the gate of the temple and looked at her quietly. There was no anger, no surprise, no expressions that appeared outside, but the clouds in his eyes were rolling and waves.

He seems to want to wrap her around with his gaze, instead of his own embrace, to remember and engrave the figure of this woman who is always destined to have defects in her life, and then firmly rub it in his life.

Meng Fuyao staggered his gaze under that gaze, and clenched the golden page with his fingers.

The grandson Wuji suddenly came over gently.

He walked up to Meng Fuyao and took the golden page in her hand. Meng Fuyao felt his hands loose in a daze, and while his heart sank, he seemed to relieve himself, thinking in a daze—he wouldn't let me. Go... Then I won't go.

How can I keep going in front of him? How can you keep turning around in his eyes?

It's okay to be such a strong choice for yourself.

But suddenly I heard him whisper: "The golden page is not used like this."

Meng Fuyao shook, and saw that he bit his finger and dripped blood on the golden page. The golden page suddenly turned jade white, glowing with a hazy halo, slowly floating in the palm of Changsun Wuji.

"Relying on the part of the divine power of the Patriarch attached to the golden page, you can pass through the gap between heaven and earth, but when you fall over, you are more likely to just fall into the eternal darkness, unable to break free or leave, and you will always be floating in the cold stars from then on. "The golden light of his fingertips gradually appeared, like a pool of golden magma burning the jade pages on his palm, the halo grew bigger and brighter, after the halo, Meng Fuyao could not see clearly, "Only from the current palace master. Only with divine power will it be possible to accurately find opportunities in another time and space and send you where you want to go."

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth. What he wanted to say, he felt that his heart was filled up in an instant. Those words and tears stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow and vomit, and he fell into pain.

He knows... He knows everything...

"I can't send your body back." Changsun Wuji's fingertips boiled with golden light, and his expression was as calm as water. He even looked back and smiled at her, "Fuyao, leave your body to me."

Meng Fuyao bit her lip and looked at him stubbornly. At this moment, she didn't want to cry anymore. The tears blurred her vision. How would she see him clearly? How can she remember her life's love deeply?

Under the refining of the golden light, the white light of jade turned into a scroll of jade-colored silk silk, floating and floating in the big palace, slowly rolling towards Meng Fuyao.

When the light was about to reach her body, she suddenly rushed forward.

She rushed into the arms of the grandson Wuji, raised her hand and hugged him tightly, raised her face, and kissed his lips deeply.

Changsun Wuji's face has been calm as before, and finally moved like a wave in her hot and cold embrace. He sighed and lowered his face, allowing her to find his warmth even more deeply.

The glorious but cold hall, the cold light faintly shining on the men and women who kissed with tears, they tightly entangled their lips and teeth, and chose to kiss themselves until they suffocated. She hugged his waist and he held her shoulders, knowing The arc of the opponent is the only fit in my life, but when it comes, I still let go in order to complete it.

We used to torture each other in love in the previous life, but in this life we ​​choose to love tolerantly.

The wind circling and wandering in the hall, golden light and jade light crisscrossed slowly, like a magnificent drama of life, about to fall the eternal curtain.

The most lingering kiss in my life, before leaving forever.

The jade light is like a giant brocade, rolling up slowly.

Meng Fuyao turned into aquatic plants in the deep water, floating in his ocean dizzy, countless electric lights flashed in his mind, the world was chaotic between her lips and tongue, in the bright white aurora, she had no consciousness or perception, only knowing She loves the man in front of her, and in a blink of an eye she will lose him.

In that fuzzy world, she suddenly felt cold, her consciousness lightened, she was lightly patted on the top of her head, and someone in her ears whispered and softly said: "Go."

She went dark in front of her, and she reached out to catch him in a panic. However, she suddenly lost the entity when she stretched out her hand, and can no longer see him. She tried to turn her head, but was wrapped in a huge wave like a small fish. Go, at the last moment she only had time to yell: "Wait for me, I must come back!"

Jade light rolled and closed again in an instant. There was no Meng Fuyao Phantom in the underground palace, and there was another soulless Meng Fuyao lying underground.

The grandson Wuji stood quietly in front of the lotus platform, and did not stop. The golden light in front of him spread over, and gradually spread across the entire hall. There was a small jade-colored spot in the golden light, and he flew away. , His eyes were fixed on that little spot, and he kept moving his fingers along the trajectory. Every time he persisted, his face turned white, his forehead gradually poured out of beads of sweat, and drops of rustle rolled down with a sound. On the ground, it instantly wetted the ground.

This is the most critical part of the entire "space-drawing*". It is easy to give people away, but it is difficult to give people away to reach an accurate location safely. You need to use all your divine power to control you in the air. If you are not careful, you will destroy your life and even lose your life. , This is also something that no one has ever used in the temple except Patriarch and him*. No one is willing to take his life in exchange for the fulfillment of a promise.

The light gradually faded, and the little bit of jade color finally fell into the place he arranged for her to go under his inseparable control.

Zhang Sun Wuji was already crumbling. He stretched out his hand to support the lotus platform. He bowed his head and looked at the ground. There were tears from Meng Fuyao at the last moment. Chang Sun Wuji stared at the fading water trail for a long time, revealing a bleak Smile.

The smile wasn't over, he shook suddenly, spraying blood on the lotus platform.

The blood splashed like a lotus, one mouthful before another, as if to spray all the blood at this moment.

Zhang Sun Wou-ki half body was pressed on the lotus platform, pressing his heart, closing his eyes and gasping in his red color, unable to tell where the pain was worse, or no longer knew the pain, from the moment he personally sent her away, He is already, not himself.

After a long, long time, he struggled to get up, wiped the corners of his lips and blood, walked slowly to the outside of the temple, and said to the temple disciples who had been waiting there: "From now on, this seat will be closed, anyone Don't disturb."

The disciple bows respectfully, and it is common for the master of the temple to retreat, and everyone is used to it.

Changsun Wuji turned around, returned to the underground palace, closed the gates of the palace, walked up to the nine-story platform, and stretched out his hand to press on a pole.

The ground cracked, and a huge golden coffin rose slowly amidst the rolling noise.

Chang Sun Wuji bends over and hugs Meng Fuyao on the ground, put her on his knees, gently stroked her face, smiling slightly in his eyes.

He tilted his head up, his face was far away, his lips smiled like spring flowers.

The black cabinet door opened in a trance, and the five-year-old child's clear eyes shone timidly on him.

In a trance, Xuanyuan Mountain was breezy, and the young girl rising from the cliff opened wide and amazing eyes at him.

In a trance, the warm breeze of Haoyang Mountain was drunk, and the first kiss in the hot spring.

In a trance, Yaocheng's blooming flowers, weird and beautiful women in palace skirts, gave him a lively that he had never had in his life, and then gave him a dance.

In the dungeon of Wuji Huazhou in a trance, she hugged herself tightly in the blood on the ground and said: cry out, cry out...

In a trance, Xuanji Lijiazhuang stormy night, she slammed into his arms frantically, crying in pain.

In a trance, she slammed her head and said firmly and calmly: Please let Sun Wuji go.

……

There is too much beauty in this life.

Unconsciously, it was so full.

He smiled softly and hugged her tighter in his arms.

I knew it would be so.

Stayed in the sky and did not return to Wuji, just waiting for this moment, he knew Fuyao too much, he knew that he had better understand her than her.

Fuyao has been able to endure until now, can never ask him, can clearly try to give up when there is hope, and can give himself to him in the end, he already feels that it is an unexpected joy.

She gave up for him, so naturally he can.

Everyone is begging for both, only he knows that it takes too much luck that is almost miraculous.

He slowly got up, fed a jade bead into her mouth, and he also held one, then he held her and slowly stepped into the huge golden coffin.

Shuyao.

If you turn around, I will be in hell.

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When Meng Fuyao woke up, it was completely dark on all sides.

She thought that she had really fallen into the black hole of the universe, drifting forever since then, and her heart was suddenly desperate.

The darkness suddenly flickered, and gradually white light and shadow appeared, and there were babbled voices in the white.

"Oh, it's okay."

"Alright, alright, not dead..."

"Scared me! I clearly saw her fall down suddenly."

"Miss, miss!"

She slowly opened her eyes, and she didn't feel comfortable with this modern name for a while. Shouldn't she be called "girl"?

Many faces were squeezed in front of her eyes, men and women, young and old, asking about her body in a frantic mouth, she calmly saw their clothes.

Sure enough... back to modern times.

In this moment, infinite sadness surged in her heart, and the bitterness was rubbed in the bottom of her heart, which almost aroused her tears.

The crowd onlookers saw that she was not dead, and they gradually dispersed. She struggled to get up, and when she turned her head, she saw the sign of "XX City No. 1 Hospital" not far behind her.

Mom!

Meng Fuyao ran over immediately.

She stopped in front of the hospital porch and looked at the strange woman inside. She was suddenly a little worried, like this, how could she meet her mother? Does mother recognize herself? If she can't recognize it, how can she explain it? Borrowing a corpse to recover? Do you want to scare her again before she dies?

She thought and thought about no good way, so she had to take a step and look at it, and found the familiar ward.

The finger stopped in front of the door, and she didn't dare to push it away for a long time. This step was too difficult, and she was so close to her hometown.

Suddenly, a heavy gasp came from the room.

She panicked, opened the door and rushed in. The light was a bit dim. She didn't see her mother, but two red-eyed people sitting by the bed looked back at her in shock.

It's Xiao Li and Fatty from the Institute.

The two looked at the strange woman who suddenly rushed in with surprised eyes. Meng Fuyao didn't look at them at all. She rushed straight to the bed, and tears flowed down almost the moment she touched the bed.

Mom...

I couldn't speak with a call, it stuck in my throat.

The person on the hospital bed, with pipes all over his body, connected to various instruments, those faint electric waves move forward without urgency, and with the beeps, indicating that the patient’s time is running out, Meng Fuyao desperately In those oxygen masks and tubes, the mother’s face was pieced together. She was so thin that she could not recognize her. She was as thin as a piece of paper, trapped in the bedding. It made people feel that the bedding was heavier than a person and looked like heavier. Pressure, out of breath.

She stretched out her hand slowly and held her mother's hand. It was old, skinny, and the joints were clearly covered with age spots. As soon as her fingers touched the skin, her tears flowed violently.

The hand moved suddenly, and the sound on the instrument suddenly became a bit quicker.

At the same time, the fat man jumped up with rare agility and shouted: "Quick! Quick! Call the doctor!"

The doctor and nurse rushed over and pushed the startled Meng Fuyao aside, checking, rescuing, and busy coming and going. Those quick steps continued to change into light and shadow in Meng Fuyao's blank vision, she pressed In my heart, I feel dizzy that I have lost my breath.

Don't...Don't...

It seemed that only in an instant, and it seemed that it was a long life, she finally saw the doctor take off the mask, half amazed and half delighted: "Miracle! The patient turned from danger to peace!"

Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh, staggered back and leaned against the wall.

For a long while, two lines of tears slowly flowed from her face.

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"Auntie, how about a taste of this porridge?" Meng Fuyao walked into the ward briskly, dressed in sunshine, smiling brightly and brightly.

"Miss Zhou, I trouble you to visit me every time." Mama Meng stood up on the hospital bed, and smiled at her weakly but joyfully.

"Yes, I have a good relationship with Fuyao." Meng Fuyao took the pillow to support his mother, opened the thermos barrel and filled a bowl of chicken porridge, and first tested the temperature with a spoon.

She didn't confess her identity to her mother in the end. The doctor said that although the patient had miraculously improved, but her emotions could not rise or fall, she thought over and over again and felt that she should wait until the mother really wants to go before telling her the truth. , There is clearly hope in front of her, and she can't kill it.

So she made up the story of a woman from a remote province. This woman was once rescued by Meng Fuyao who went out for archaeology. Meng Fuyao accidentally fell off the cliff during archaeology and lost her memory for a long time. Now she is recuperating at her home and her memory is restored. , So she was asked to take care of Meng's mother.

This story is very **** and unreasonable, but it is still reluctant to deceive the patient. Give my mother a hope that maybe she can live longer.

She feeds the porridge meticulously, the afternoon sun refracted from the window, reflecting half of her face with bright eyes and gentle eyes. Mother Meng leaned on the pillow and looked at her with a smile while eating the porridge. Her eyes were joyful and happy, but Mixed with some strange meanings, every time Meng Fuyao came into contact with such eyes, his heart trembled for no reason.

She sometimes wondered in a daze, did her mother recognize herself?

Immediately overthrew it again--how could it be possible that what happened to me, no one could think of it, how could a mother who is seriously ill guess it, and if she recognizes it, how can she not say it?

The two fed a few mouthfuls of porridge in a peaceful atmosphere. In fact, Ms. Meng still eats liquids most of the time, and the oxygen bag has never been removed. After all, she is a dying patient. The so-called miracle is nothing but a miracle. Live longer.

Meng Fuyao understands in her heart that she only hopes that she can accompany her mother through the last journey, and at the end of darkness, she will hand her mother to the next life.

Mum Meng is in low spirits, Meng Fuyao carefully waits for her to sleep, and takes advantage of this time to go out to buy something.

She didn’t expect to bring money when she came back, but the woman had some valuable things on her body. She sold a considerable amount of income, enough to support her future needs. She didn’t want to go to the research institute, and it was impossible to go. It's not Meng Fuyao, if you don't want to be a madman, it's better to start again.

Or, she didn't want to start again, she remembered her promise, and when her mother's affairs were over, she would go back.

She doesn't know how to go back, but even if she spends her whole life, she will not give up.

With a bitter smile, Meng Fuyao felt that he was already a lunatic, and he tried his best to return, and then tried his best to return. Living with this kind of virtue, I really despise myself.

But what does it matter? There is no place to miss, the shadows of people in this world have nothing to do with me.

The afternoon wind is gentle and warm, like a hand gently brushing her cheek.

She stopped suddenly, stood there dazed, and raised her face slightly.

Wuji...

Pedestrians on the road come and go, and when they pass a place, they invariably turn their faces to take a more look. There, in the center of the busy street, amidst the crowds, a young woman, if no one is looking up, is facing the sunlight.

The tears are streaming down my face.

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When returning from shopping, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw a small dilapidated facade with a slanted plaque that read: "Past and Future Pavilion."

This facade is very narrow, with aisle-like width, sandwiched in a pile of gorgeously decorated clothing stores and restaurants, it is easy to overlook.

Meng Fuyao moved in his heart.

The past and the future... Isn’t she a person who is at a dilemma in the past and the future?

These days, whenever she had time, she went to major temples, looking for the legendary monk, looking for a way to cross again, but she never found anything. Now seeing this sentence, she suddenly touched the entanglement in her heart.

She stepped in. The shop was very narrow and dimly lit. There was a table and piles of medicines in paper packaging. It looked like a liar selling fake medicines.

She regrets a little and wants to quit, but someone in the dark "Huh", then a hoarse voice said: "There are wandering souls in the daytime?"

Meng Fuyao immediately opened his eyes, and rushed over to pick up the person behind the table, but the person was extremely flexible, and blocked her by slamming the table upright.

Meng Fuyao was startled, only then did she remember that this body had no martial arts, she sighed, and said to the table: "I have something to ask Mr...."

"Are you not going back?" A thin face came out from behind the table, his eyebrows and beard were messed up and his facial features were messed up, but his eyes were amazingly bright. Nahan looked Meng Fuyao up and down a few times, and then quickly retracted." What are you doing here?"

In an instant, Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and he leaped against the table, "Can I go back? Can I go back?"

"Yes." The man stretched out his fingers across the table and squeezed her bones, "I don’t know how to use Baoshan when I am empty. I’m blind with such a psychic body, who is so mindful, I’ll find you Such a body? There is no one in a million......"

"How to go back?" Meng Fuyao had no time to listen to him and asked immediately.

"Death." The man replied lightly, "For this psychic body that can travel through the Yin and Yang world, many things will save a lot of effort. If you leave this body, it will automatically send you back."

Meng Fuyao fainted with joy, planted from the table, settled, took out all his money and put it on the ground, saying: "Thank you, you are my benefactor. I probably have no chance to repay you. , This little money shows your heart."

She walked out happily, thinking that waiting to send her mother away, she immediately committed suicide, ah, she can finally go back!

The man didn't speak, watching she was about to go out, then said: "Hurry up, if you don't die, someone will die."

Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.

"Do you think psychic bodies are so useful?" The man rolled his eyes in the dark, his eyes lit up, "Someone uses magical powers to maintain you, tusk...it's not easy, twenty One to three..." He quickly calculated with his fingers, "The maximum limit, um... the number of four to nine, he can only last for seven days at most. In other words, you are here for seven to forty-nine days, due If you don’t go back, he will run out."

Meng Fuyao stood at the door, her heart was cold in the sunlight. She hadn't converted the time for a while, and she was tossing over and over in her heart, but she could not find the answer, or the answer had already come out, but she was afraid to face it Instinctively escape.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you," the man probed again and added, "You seem to have only three days."

Meng Fu shook, and said mechanically for a long while: "Thank you." Turning and going out, the man climbed out from behind the table, staring at her back, shook his head and sighed: "It's hard, it's too late..."

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There are three days left.

There are three days left.

The number was like a huge thunder, which made her head hum.

Mum seems to be getting better, but in fact there is not much time. She has been waiting to see her for the last time. Mom has no other relatives in this world. She came back with great pains, just to do all her daughters. What happened.

She has no reason, and she can't just let go of her inexplicably at this time.

However, she didn't know that all the time she was here, he condensed with all his hard work. Every time she stayed, he took a step closer to the abyss of death.

It turned out that in the end, she was not the one who had to take the risk. It was not her who faced the crisis of life and death. It was not her who was waiting for the ending with desperate tears that night in a desolate mood.

It's just him.

And she... what will she do? What is she going to do?

In that life, she ran back for the sake of her mother's dying. In this life, she knew he was dying, and there was a way, but nothing could be done.

There are so many heart-burning embarrassments in this world!

From now on, every step she has taken, every action she has done, even when she raises her hand and looks back, counts down his life.

Her heart is pulled and tormented, and both sides are hell.

Three days...no one knows, it's too late.

Unless... Mom will die today...

Meng Fuyao shivered, and she couldn't wait to raise her hand and slap herself--how could she think that way? How could she think like this?

Strickenly wiped away the tears on her face, she walked back to the hospital quickly, and the moment she opened the door, she subconsciously went to see the ECG display.

There are very smooth peaks and valleys, not straightened.

At that glance, she was totally subconscious, but after watching it, she felt thunderous--what was she doing? What is she looking at?

What is she hoping for? What is she thinking!

Meng Fuyao stood there, feeling cold all over her body for an instant, she was shaking like a swing, almost unable to stand.

Suddenly feeling something is wrong, she bowed her head and met her mother's eyes.

Mother Meng looked at her quietly, her eyes thoughtful.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly pulled out a smile, raised his hand and said, "I bought you fermented bean curd..." After raising his hand, he realized that, in a daze, the fermented bean curd had already been thrown to her.

She concealed a cough and smiled in a jealousy: "It was thrown out...I'll get it." Without waiting for her mother to answer, she hurried out of the ward.

Before she walked out, she took a look at her mother's complexion and felt that her mother's complexion was very good. This thought flashed through her mind. She was not happy, and then she was ashamed to commit suicide because she was not happy.

She... didn't even feel happy!

Just a few steps out, and saw a clock hanging in the corridor outside the ward, Meng Fuyao saw the time when he raised his eyes.

The moment she saw the time, she immediately began to calculate. If mom is now...

As soon as a thought came out, she trembled again...what am I? What am I?

She didn't dare to look at the clock anymore, she ran across the corridor like crazy, rushed all the way to the toilet, and opened the sink faucet. The white water jet rushed out and poured her all over her face.

She was unavoidable to face the water column, let the fiercely flowing water wash her face, wash her dirty, how could she...how could she!

I vaguely heard the pendulum ticking, and when I looked up, there was still a clock above the toilet. The second hand was ticking away, the minute hand hurriedly moved, and the hour hand was flying forward at an alarming speed under her eyes.

Time! time! time!

Every minute and every second is torment, every minute and every second is cut into pieces by the heart-burning blade, shattered to the ground, and blood dripping on the ground.

She hates the speed of time so much, hates the helplessness of life so much, why does fate have so many embarrassments to embarrass her, and she never wants to give her a hope of redemption.

She jumped up abruptly and smashed the **** clock hanging above the door with a punch.

Stop! Stop!

Give me time! give me some time!

Suddenly swift footsteps passed outside the bathroom door, and the doctors and nurses rushed to the mother's ward in front of a large group of doctors and nurses pushing the carts, looking at the direction!

She was overjoyed for an instant, jumped up, chasing the group of people and rushed over, but the group of people passed the door of the mother's ward and did not stay, and directly rushed into the next ward.

She stood at the door of her mother's ward blankly, her hands and feet cold.

To make matters worse, the door of the ward was open and my mother was still lying on the bed sober, looking at her at the door.

At that moment, her eagerness, did mother see her? At that moment, did she show disappointment in her eyes? Then fall into the eyes of mother?

Her heart was cold, her heart cavity was suddenly painful, clenched, twisted, squeezed, crushed... The world turned into dust, and shattered in the bloodshot heart.

She could no longer hold on to her mother's gaze, turned around and rushed down the stairs like crazy.

There was a corner in the small door on the elevator side. There was a safe passage for few people to walk. She slammed open the door and rolled down in a trot.

The hard concrete stairs stuck behind her, and she was bruised all over her body in an instant, but only this kind of pain could withstand the huge internal collapse. She stood up slantingly, her legs rolled softly on the corner of the stairs, and then again There is no strength.

She put her forehead against the corner of the wall, struggling desperately, as if she was going to use that kind of pain to resist the endless pain in her heart. The blood stained the white wall, and she was rubbed off again by her next time, blood And with tears and sweat, the walls were filled with lime and pink blood.

How can she hope her mother will die...

How could she burst into great joy just now...

How could she be so mean and selfish that she wanted to trade the death of her relatives for her own happiness...

……

How could she be here safely, consuming his life?

How can she know that time is passing, but can't do anything?

How can she enjoy all his life's hard work and leave him permanently and alone in the dark palace?

……

She can’t do this, nor can she!

Heaven!

Why can't she be born more selfish and shameless?

That way, she can not blame herself for the eager anticipation revealed in her subconscious!

That way she can choose, and won't come back at all.

That way she can choose, forget him, and start again in this world.

……

That way she can even choose...turn off the oxygen supply valve!

Meng Fuyao cried bitterly in the dark and unmanned safe passage. She couldn't help pulling her hair. Bloody hair and broken nails fell all over the floor. She slammed into the wall with the force of her soul. Smashed.

She was indeed broken.

Broken in the fate of tossing and tossing, broken in the torment of piercing the heart and soul, broken in the endless pain of knowing that you can do it but not being able to do it, even thinking about it.

In the end, she lost all her strength and fell to the dust, her eyes wide open, watching the floating dust rise slowly, and then slowly descend to bury her.

She also buried herself.

Kwon is dead.

She didn't want to wait for her mother to die like that anymore, and she couldn't achieve her own happiness, leaving her dying mother to die alone, and burying no relatives around her at the end of her life.

She could not tighten the valve of the oxygen bag by herself.

She had no choice but to die with the grandson Wuji.

Fate is unwilling to fulfill her after all. She knows that all she can do is to accompany him with this life. She can't be a ghost if she lives, even if she will fall into darkness forever, she wants a peace of mind.

Send her mother away, and she committed suicide. The soul is an uncontrolled substance in the universe. A ghost may be able to be with him.

She felt that she had figured it out, she wanted to open it, and finally she wanted to understand the truth of putting it to death and reborn.

So she got up, patted the dust off her clothes, washed away the blood on her face and hands, put down her sleeves to block the injuries on her hands, cleaned herself up and returned to the ward.

She calmly asked her mother: "Why are you still up? You rest early."

Mum Meng didn't speak. She had been in that position since just now, lying half there.

Meng Fuyao was exhausted, smiled reluctantly, and sat down on one of the night-sleeping cots, leaned against the pillow, and could no longer move.

Vaguely, Ms. Meng handed over a glass of water, she took it, and drank it clean in one breath. She felt that her head was heavy and her eyelids were heavy, and her consciousness soon fell into a blur.

In that hazy illusion, I suddenly heard a gentle whisper: Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao was shocked. For a moment, she thought she had heard the call of the grandson Wuji, but she didn't seem to be like it. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her body was as heavy as an iron block. Do not open your eyes.

She fell into a forced sleep, breathing slightly.

The night is getting darker, the ward is dark, and the lights in the distance flow over, lighting the room half-bright and half-dark, seeing Mum Meng on the bed, suddenly leaning over slightly.

She leaned on the side of Meng Fu's shaker bed, pulled out the needle for the infusion, struggling to reach out and gently stroke her hair.

She looked at her eyes softly and understandingly, painful and tolerant. If Meng Fuyao could open her eyes, she would find that this look was exactly the same as that person.

The two people who love her most in this world have the same look.

The light was faint, and a bunch of yellow was hitting the face of the sleeping woman. Mum Meng calmly stroked her hair and stroked her lost little daughter.

With thin fingers, she gently smoothed the frowning eyebrows that she was still struggling in her sleep, and with a contented and serene smile, she stroked her fingered face.

This face is not Fu Yao's face, but she knows that her soul is.

There is no reason, no explanation. The most difficult thing in the world to explain is the connection of blood and heart. They are such a loving mother and daughter, who have depended on each other for many years, as teachers, sisters, friends, mothers, and daughters. , They had the deepest emotions that the world could hardly reach. Their concern and understanding of each other went deep into their souls, so Fuyao couldn't leave her behind anyway, so she recognized Fuyao at first glance.

Except for her daughter, who else in this world has such a bright and compelling look?

"Unfortunately, I can't open your eyes and look at your eyes..." Mama Meng said in a low voice, "Fuyao, mom misses you so much, but mom can't recognize you either."

Acknowledging her, she can't do the next thing, she can't hurt Fuyao to live in guilt forever.

"Are you embarrassed?" She touched her scarred hand heartily, "I made you embarrassed, didn't I? Fu Yao...You are such a kind and so kind child."

"Go where you want to go and do what you want to do..." She smiled and closed her soft palms, "I see your happiness, I see someone loving you with all his heart , For a mother, what else is happier than this?"

Death is just an eternal sleep. Only when she knows that she is happy can she lie down in bed with peace of mind.

"Go..." She lowered her face and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Mom will always love you."

The dim light illuminates one corner, and the mother's pale lips are printed on the daughter's smooth forehead in the light.

Thanks to old age and youth at the same time, true love never fears parting.

Meng Fuyao's eyes never opened, but a drop of tears slowly came out of the corners of his eyes. Under the light yellow light, the flow reflected pearl-like light.

Mum Meng caught the tear, looked at it dreamily, then tucked Meng Fuyao's quilt tightly, and lay back slowly.

There was a small noise in the dark, and she slowly organized herself on the bed.

Then, reach out.

Turn off the oxygen supply valve.

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Three days later, in the cemetery of XX City, Meng Fuyao gently presented a bunch of white carnations in front of a new grave.

The woman on the tombstone retains her gentle and peaceful posture, smiling at her in the photo. The spring breeze in March is gentle, and she will always be bright in the hearts of those who love her.

There is no life history on the tombstone, Meng Fuyao only engraved such a sentence.

"True love comes from each other's fulfillment."

Mom.

I was not really attracted by sleeping pills that night.

In the forging on the Wuzhou Continent, my consciousness was already very strong, even though my weak body was sleeping, my consciousness was still awake.

I know what happened, but I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to stop it.

That is what you have done to me. When my life is here, I have no guilt for each other. I don't want to let down your last pains.

I know, you are afraid that once you recognize me, I will think that I forced you to death when you commit suicide. You don’t want me to live with guilt.

Don't worry, I won't.

I promise you that from now on, no matter where, no matter what happens, I will work hard and live extremely happy.

The sunshine in March is gentle as silk, shining on the woman's slender back. I saw her walking towards the dense forest deep in the cemetery with a sleeve of fragrant flowers, towards the end of fate, towards the end of love.

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When Meng Fuyao opened his eyes again, tears filled his eyes with joy at the glorious dome of the sun, moon and stars at first sight.

Immediately, she felt that something was wrong with her place, and when she took a closer look, she found that it was a coffin with a person huddling with her.

She stretched out her arms and hugged the body contentedly, woo...Finally came back.

The arm suddenly stiffened.

Why is it so cold?

She panicked, and quickly got up and took a closer look at Changsun Wuji's face. His eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and there was no vitality.

Meng Fuyao took his pulse and couldn't find any trace of beating.

She lost true energy...nothing happened.

She shook him...no response.

Suddenly her heart was empty, she was stuffed with a mess of snow, and she sat up in a daze. She didn't know what to do for a while. Is fate really hateful to this extent, she finally came back and still faced Separated from his heaven and man?

With a blank look, he saw an hourglass on the opposite side of the coffin.

She immediately got up to look at the hourglass. The fine sand in the hourglass had leaked out. There was a bang in her heart, and her eyes went dark.

Am I still late?

She struggled and threw herself out, trying to see if there was any sand falling in the hourglass.

Behind him suddenly tight.

A slightly cool hand pinched her waist, and the next moment the world turned around, she was pressed against the bottom of the coffin.

The faint scent of Asura lotus was lingering, and the gentle and eager lips of the man covered her lips that were about to open in exclamation.

She blinked and wept.

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In the first year of the victory over the sky, the grandson Wuji took the seat of the Evergreen Temple. The following year, Dawan sent troops to the Fufeng Taer tribe, occupying three thousand miles of the Taer territory.

In the second year of Tiansheng, the Empress of Dawan, Meng Fuyao, married Emperor Sun Wuji, the emperor of the two countries, and the dowry was the land of Thar, which happened to connect the firmament and Wuji separated by Thar.

In the same year, Fufeng Queen Ya Lanzhu voluntarily vowed to Dawan Wuji and was always a member of the two countries and was included in the Dawan territory.

For the marriage of Jiangshan, one-third of the world's territory belonged to the grandson Wuji. After eight years of Tiansheng, the two countries formally merged and the country was renamed "Dacheng".

The founding queen of the Dacheng dynasty was the most glorious woman in the history of the Wuzhou Continent. With her outstanding achievements in her life, she enjoyed the worship ceremony of the Wuzhou Continent, and was known as the Queen of Shenying.

Shangyuan Changning three years, the emperor of Shangyuan, Junyan scared to send troops to Taiyuan, the country was destroyed in March, re-merged with Shangyuan Taiyuan, changed the name of the country to Big Yan.

Since then, the world has five points, Dacheng, Dahan, Xuanyuan, Dayan, and Dawan.

The emperors of the five kingdoms are all powerful and top figures in the world, collectively called the five sages.

Xuanyuan undertook the industry for five years, and Emperor Xuanyuan collapsed in the Jiuhua Hall at the age of thirty-two.

He left a son and a daughter behind him. Both children were born to concubines. As for which concubine he was, he didn't remember. As long as it wasn't that person, it would make no difference to anyone else.

Xuanyuan Guozhen needs someone to inherit, so he desperately lives for a few more years until he has an heir.

He never had a queen in his life.

Same as him, Dahan, Dahan and the two emperors have very few harems, and the deep palaces of the Three Kingdoms are so empty. Those beautiful temples, beautiful and prosperous, are all empty flowers falling in the smoke and clouds, how lively , All seem to be unable to scratch through the clouds, the concubines enter the palace when they are in beauty, and it is rare to see your Majesty several times until the white hair. The purpose of their existence is to give birth to an heir, and the position of the mistress is permanently suspended.

Three Kingdoms, no future.

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