As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

Chapter 135 Time will bring everything, and it will eventually take everything away

Su Yan originally thought that Liu Zhenzhen was going to teach him the swordsmanship in person, but unexpectedly, Liu Zhenzhen took him to meet her sword master Yijian Master.

In a valley not far from their wooden house, there were dozens of weapons, divided into two groups, killing each other.

What shocked Su Yan was that these were all heaven-level weapons, and their grades were not low.

However, right now, in this valley, these once unparalleled magic weapons have all turned into strange creatures.

Su Yan saw that there were long blood-colored swords, representing the end of the world, and there were also long black swords, carrying the energy of death, cutting through the void.

Su Yan calmed down and asked, "Are these the weapons used by the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor?"

"Yeah." Liu Zhenzhen nodded.

"Is this the source of the sound of weapons clashing in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah." Liu Zhenzhen nodded again.

"You learned your sword skills from, um, this, Master Swordsman?" Su Yan looked at the black sword that was fighting with the blood-colored sword: "But, I see that blood-colored sword, Sword technique and sword intention seem to be superior to sword technique and sword intention!"

When these heaven-level weapons are fighting, it doesn't seem like they have developed a sense of autonomy. On the contrary, it is more like they are still held in the hands of the master in front of them.

Although the blood-colored long sword and the black long sword were of the same grade, they were obviously at a disadvantage due to the difference in sword skills and intent.

Su Yan guessed that this might be because the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor was better at using a sword in front of him.

"Indeed." Liu Zhenzhen nodded and said, "But the sword technique has too many mysteries and is not suitable for a person with mediocre qualifications like me. In comparison, the sword technique of wide opening, closing, and straight forward is much simpler. , I just have to keep my head down and chop."

Su Yan: "..."

If a person from the Emperor-Selecting Realm says that he has mediocre qualifications, how can he, a Martial Lord, answer the question?

I remembered that day when she stood in front of the imperial mausoleum and swung her sword towards the army.

Su Yan felt that Liu Zhenzhen's sword power had surpassed that of the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor during his lifetime.

After that, Su Yan often came to the valley.

The one who came to see it was also the sword master.

On the contrary, he said that it was more outstanding and that he was better at swordsmanship, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

For one thing, the swordsmanship of Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor was at odds with the swordsmanship he inherited from Bai Su.

Secondly, it is really more suitable to use a knife to chop down trees!
After studying with Mr. Dao like this for three years, Su Yan built his own wooden house and finally no longer had to sleep on the same bed as Liu Zhenzhen.

And Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

For three years, if it had been the other two people, what should have happened would have happened long ago.

And the weirdness in this imperial mausoleum is not only the weapons in the valley.

Another morning, Su Yan had just walked out of the newly built wooden house when he felt his body sinking. He looked down and saw that at some point, he had been put on a bloody imperial robe.

Not only that, the sleeves and hem of the robe are also like living creatures, moving automatically without wind.

Su Yan wanted to take it off, but he tried for half a stick of incense without success.

"Wow! Young Master Yi actually likes you!"

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen came out of another wooden house, a look of surprise appeared on Sujing's pretty face.

Su Yan: "Is this something worth being happy about?"

Liu Zhenzhen explained: "Young Master Yi is the imperial robe worn by Emperor Wu during his lifetime. It once told me that it will only be worn by people with the qualifications of Emperor Wu. It will choose you. That is proof that you and Fallen Heaven Just like the Martial Emperor, he has the qualifications of the Martial Emperor! It doesn’t look down on someone like me."

Su Yan: "What kind of vision is this?"

Liu Zhenzhen, who is in the Emperor Selection Realm, does not have the qualifications to be a Martial Emperor. He, a Martial Master, has never been able to enter the King Realm throughout his life, so how can he have the qualifications to be a Martial Emperor?
Three years after three years.

Su Yan's premonition seemed to have come true.

This woman, Liu Zhenzhen, could really take the trouble to spend 100 years with him.

But there was nothing he could do.

In terms of force, it was impossible for him to escape from an emperor-electing realm.

When it comes to talking, Liu Zhenzhen's words are all in vain.

If this was a game, only Liu Zhenzhen could stop it.

The two warriors lived like this, just like ordinary people, working from sunrise to sunset, busy with three meals a day, day after day, isolated from the world.

Only when the polar night falls and the mountains are covered with heavy snow, I will warm a pot of wine on the stove in the wooden house, listen to the sound of falling snow, and play a few games of chess.

Or, when the polar night recedes, climb to the top of the highest mountain and watch the sunrise, which is missing in March.

This is how there are not many colors left in the days when things are as plain as paper pages.

The two of them lived like this for 300 years.

Fortunately for Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi, among the fragments of memory, those monotonous and repetitive times that did not leave too deep traces in Su Yan's heart only passed by in a blur.

Often in the blink of an eye, decades and decades pass.

But for Su Yan, this is truly a long year, every month, every day, every hour.

They couldn't imagine what it was like to guard this gloomy and lonely imperial mausoleum for 300 years, guarding that woman who was duller than water.

And Su Yan, at first, was irritable, depressed, and collapsed.She also tried every means to get Liu Zhenzhen to let her go.

Outside of Fang Emperor's mausoleum, he still has a love and hate that he can't let go of.

And that love and hate are still the pillars that support Xueer's survival after his death.

He originally thought that Liu Zhenzhen would lose her temper and kill him in at least five years.But the fact is that he was the first to be impatient.

When he found out that Liu Zhenzhen would not let him go no matter what, he tried every possible means and used the most vicious and harsh words to get her to kill him.

Under the hands of an emperor-selecting realm, life and death are not under his control.

But the result, of course, ended in failure.

However, these all happened in the past ten to 30 years.

Perhaps, as Liu Zhenzhen said: time will eventually bring everything.Time will eventually take away everything.

The love and hate that once surged like raging waves and tormented him, also turned into a continuous stream in this long time, in the "bang bang" sound of chopping firewood every day, and in the chess pieces falling slowly in Liu Zhenzhen's hands. .

If we say that when Su Yan first arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum, he set off a frenzy, trying to swallow up everything and destroy himself at the same time.

Liu Zhenzhen is like a boundless land, an unreachable horizon.

Heaven is superior and earth is inferior.

All the powerful men in the world have to take the road to heaven, but she is on the earth.

Humble and heavy, ordinary and vast, it can be trampled on at will, but it cannot be shaken.

It is incompatible with everything in the Fallen Heaven Realm.

Perhaps, the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor who once shouted that he would never return the destiny if he did not break it, and the Heavenly Dao of the Fallen Heaven Realm who was reincarnated after his death, the chosen son of destiny, were really not her.

But Liu Xiang, whose bloodline is closest to his ancestors, Liu Hua, who has three eyes and six ears, can see and hear the scriptures of the past and future emperors.

If they rise, Liu Zhenzhen may continue to dig her bamboo shoots in the imperial mausoleum until an unknown number of years.

It's also possible that she will die, and the world won't know that such a Chosen Emperor was ever born in the world until she turns into dust.

It was just a coincidence that Liu Xiang Liu Hua died in the hands of Su Yan, a little man.

Due to various coincidences, Liu Zhenzhen stood in front of Shen Xiaoxue and finally swung the knife.Perhaps, in order not to let himself forget his daughter's unavenged revenge, every year on Xue'er's birthday, Su Yan would use a xylophone, sit under the tree in front of the wooden house, and play her favorite song "Jiang Yue Time".

However, this place is not on the bank of Taojiang River after all. Perhaps it is a matter of state of mind. The song of lowering one's head to watch the river flow quietly, and raising one's head to watch the rolling clouds has completely changed its taste under his hands at this time.

If Xie Ting and Su Xue could hear it, they would probably shake their heads.

But Liu Zhenzhen seemed to like it very much. Every year, when Su Yan played the piano, she would lean on the door frame and listen quietly.

After all, this was a sound she had never heard in the imperial mausoleum in the past 100 million years.

No matter how ridiculous Su Yan was, she would still feel good about it.

It's a pity that Su Yan will only use the music of the piano to commemorate his daughter on this day, but is unwilling to play for her on weekdays.

I don’t know what day of the year it was, but Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen were walking on the east slope together.

The eastern slope of the imperial mausoleum is covered with a small moon-white flower called the butterfly flower.

Su Yan didn't know whether this kind of flower was an animal or a plant. It was a bit like the Cordyceps sinensis before time travel.

In summer, they are flowers, but in winter, before the polar night falls, the original flowers will transform into ghostly butterflies, which linger and dance gracefully.

But just like the epiphyllum that blooms at night, it will wither after a day and night.

It can be regarded as a strange sight in this lonely emperor's mausoleum.

Every year, on the day when the butterfly flowers bloom and turn into butterflies, Liu Zhenzhen would pull him to Dongpo.

Sometimes, when she stood among the flowers, Su Yan felt as if she was one of thousands of butterflies.

But unlike You Die, who has a short lifespan, Liu Zhenzhen, a woman, seems to be able to bloom for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, forever.

But this time, on an unknown day, year, month, and day, when Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen were walking in the sea of ​​flowers one after another, their steps suddenly stopped.

Today, among the thousands of moon-white butterfly flowers, he actually saw a small red flower.

Over the years, the butterflies on the hillside have bloomed and faded, and bloomed again. Their number has already reached hundreds of billions, but this is the only one, a red butterfly.

For a moment, he looked at the bit of red in the sea of ​​flowers and was in a daze.

While he was looking at the flowers, six other eyes looked at him.

Perhaps, they all also guessed who he was thinking of when he saw that little bit of red in his eyes.

However, on the butterfly day of this year, when Su Yan wanted to find the red color among the moon-white butterflies flying in the sky, he could not find it.

It seems that it finally failed to survive until the day it turned into a butterfly.

Behind him, Liu Zhenzhen gently held a butterfly with her bare hands and smiled leisurely.

Liu Zhenzhen rarely smiles, but when she smiles, she is like the butterfly flowers in the sky, transforming from an ordinary flower into a butterfly.

Unfortunately, Su Yan, who had his back turned to her, could not see it.

In this way, more than 300 years later, Su Yan had already accepted his fate.

He counted the days and realized that he didn't have much time left.

It can be as little as ten years or as much as 20 years.

In this life, the coffin will be finalized soon.

He seemed to have seen the scene where Liu Zhenzhen buried him into the ground with shovel after shovel.

By then, this woman will probably still be expressionless.

After playing the piano this year, Su Yan pointed to the land under the tree and said to Liu Zhenzhen: "When I die, you can bury me under the tree where I played the piano."

"Yeah." Liu Zhenzhen nodded, and as expected, there wasn't much change in expression on her face.

After a while, Liu Zhenzhen asked again: "Is it better on the other side of the sea of ​​flowers?"

Su Yan shook his head: "That's it, so you don't have to move me over."

However, when Liu Zhenzhen mentioned the sea of ​​flowers at this time, Su Yan couldn't help but think of the red butterfly flower that they had never seen again when they went to Dongpo after so many years.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi also had countless doubts in their minds.

Could it be that after Xueer's death, Su Yan spent the remaining 300 years like this?

This is not right, very wrong.

Sure enough, after that, Su Yan counted another 20 years and another 20 years.

In the first 20 years, Su Yan also told himself that he would live a long life.

In the second 20 years, he speculated that perhaps a calm mind could prolong life.

In the third 20 years, the fourth 20 years, and the fifth 20 years, he felt that the various mountain treasures in this imperial mausoleum might have the effect of immortality.

……

Until the eighth 20th year came and he found that he was still full of black hair, skinny and muscular, and did not show any signs of aging, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What exactly is going on?"

In the wooden house, Su Yan questioned Liu Zhenzhen.

The inner lake that had been silent for more than 500 years finally stirred up trouble again.

Beside the stove, Liu Zhenzhen was peeling ghost bamboo shoots without raising her head, just like before: "I told you, you will have 500 years, 5000 years, 5 years, five..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Su Yan: "Let me ask you, why?"

yeah why?
Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi were equally anxious.

"Because this is in my mental image world, and you will not die before the mental image ends."

What's this!Reason is really her mental world!
Although they had already guessed in their hearts, when Liu Zhenzhen said it herself, Su Yan, Shen Xiaoxue, and Gu Nanyi all felt in disbelief.

The first state of a saint is called mental image.Although it is just one word different from King Wu's second realm, the Celestial Realm, it is a world of difference.

Emperor Shi Yuanwu once said: The four directions above and below are one axis, and the long river of time is one axis. Billions of living beings are trapped between these two axes. Only by transcending the world and becoming a saint can one see a little bit of the nameless sea beyond the harmony of the world system and time. .

From Su Yan's perspective before traveling, the axis mentioned by Emperor Shi Yuanwu might be the dimension.

The saint of this world system may be able to see the scene outside the three-dimensional space and four-dimensional time, that is, the nameless sea mentioned by Emperor Wu.

Su Yan had also longed for it, but unfortunately his talent did not allow it.

The mental image is the foundation of the saint when he looks at the nameless sea.

Before traveling through time, Su Yan had heard that in the eyes of higher-dimensional creatures, looking at a mortal's life might be like looking at a painting.

Mental images are paintings made by saints based on their own past, time and space.

In the nameless sea, they may be as small as a leaf, or a boat, or a building, or an island, or a continent. They vary according to the saint's nature, which also determines the saint's strength and future.

Those with vast mental images can forge ahead in search of treasures in the nameless sea; those with as small as leaves can only stand still. The two are not the same.

But, no matter what, every saint needs mental images.

This is the foundation of their existence, the anchor of their souls, and the fulcrum of their connection with this world.

If there is no mental image, even if they are saints, they will be swallowed by the nameless sea.

When the lucky ones die, the unlucky ones will turn into strange creatures, or they will be devoured by certain beings and become food.

(End of this chapter)