At the beginning to retire the female emperor, I chose the magic road little black lotus

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

Su Yanben thought that Liu Zhenzhen had to point his sword in person. However, he did not expect that Liu Zhenzhen took him and went to see her sword son.

A valley not far from their wooden houses, there are dozens of weapons, divided into two dials, and they were killed with each other.

What shocked Su Yan was that these were all heavenly weapons, and the grades were not low.

However, nowly, in this valley, these former unparalleled soldiers have become weird.

When Su Yan saw that there were blood -colored swords, evolved in the end of the world, and the black long sword carried a dead breath, and the void horizontally.

Su Yan settled and asked, “These are all weapons used in front of Emperor Wu of the Tianwu, right?”

“Um.” Liu Zhenzhen nodded.

“In the middle of the night, the sound of weapons hearing stems from this?”

“Um.” Liu Zhenzhen nodded again.

“Your knife is learning self, um, this, the knife son?” Su Yan looked at the black long sword that was struggling with the blood -colored sword: “But, I see the bloody long sword, The swordsman’s swordsmanship seems to be higher than the sword method! ”

When the weapon fighting these days, it does not seem to have a consciousness of autonomy, but instead, it is more like being held in the hands of the owners in front of them.

Although the blood -colored sword is the same as the black sword, the gap between the knife knife is obviously in the wind.

Su Yan speculated that this may be the emperor of the sky, and she was better at using the sword.

“Indeed.” Liu Zhenzhen nodded and said: “But swordsmanship, too many mysteries, not suitable for me with mediocre people like me. In contrast , I just need to bury my head to cut my head. ”

Su Yan: “…”

An Emperor said that his qualifications were mediocre.

Thinking of the sword that she stood in front of the emperor that day, she waved towards the army.

Su Yan feels that Liu Zhenzhen’s knife has already surpassed the emperor Wu Tianwu during his lifetime.

After that, Su Yan also often came to the valley.

Looking at it, it was also the knife.

On the contrary, in his mouth, it was more outstanding and he was better at the kendo, and he didn’t pay much attention.

One, the kendo, who fell into the Emperor Tianwu, had inherited the discord from the Kendo of Bai Su.

Second, cutting trees is really more suitable for knife!

After studying with the Sword Son for three years, Su Yan set up his wooden house, and finally didn’t have to sleep with Liu Zhenzhen.

And Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi were finally relieved.

For three years, if you change to two other people, it may have happened long.

The weirdness in this emperor’s tomb is not only the weapons in the valley.

Another morning, Su Yan just walked out of the newly -built wooden house, and felt sinking, looking down, and somehow, he was put on a blood -colored robe.

Not only that, the sleeve robe and hem are like living things, and there is no wind.

Su Yan wanted to take it off, but he tried the semi -fragrant time and did not succeed.

“Wow! Yi Gongzi can see you!”

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen, who came out of another wooden house, and a quiet face, could not help but show up a surprise.

Su Yan: “Is this something worthy of being happy?”

Liu Zhenzhen explained: “The son -in -law is the emperor’s robe that Emperor Wu. It once told me that it will only wear people with the capital of Emperor Wudi. It will choose you. Like Emperor Wu, there is the capital of Emperor Wu! Like me, it doesn’t look at it. ”

Su Yan: “What is this vision?”

Liu Zhenzhen has no assets of Emperor Emperor. He is a martial arts, and he cannot enter the existence of the king’s realm throughout his life. Where is the capital of Wu Emperor?

Three years later and three years.

Su Yan’s premonition seemed to come true.

Liu Zhenzhen, a woman, really spent a hundred years with him.

But he had no way.

In terms of force, he could not escape from a selection of emperors.

On the tongue, in Liu Zhenzhen, it is also water.

If this is a game, only Liu Zhenzhen can stop.

The two warriors live like this. Like a mortal, the sunrise is sunset.

When the extreme night comes, when the snow is sealed, it will warm a pot of wine on the stove of the wooden house, listen to the sound of falling snow, and the next few games.

Or, when I receded at the extreme night, climbed up the tallest top of the mountain and took a look at the sunrise that was not seen in March.

This is the color of the plain like a paper pages.

That’s it for three, after three hundred years.

For Shen Lanxue and Gu Nanyi, fortunately, in the memory fragments, those who were not left too deep in Su Yan’s heart, and the monotonous and repeated time were just blurred.

I often blink for decades and decades.

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

They didn’t dare to imagine that for three hundred years, it was a kind of torment to keep the gloomy and lonely emperor’s mausoleum, guarding the woman who is more faint than water.

At first, Su Yan was also irritable, depressed, and collapsed. I also wanted to do everything, and wanted Liu Zhenzhen to let her leave.

He has no love and hatred outside the Emperor’s Mausoleum.

And that love and hate, after Xueer’s death, supported him to survive.

He thought that Liu Zhenzhen could not bear to kill him at most five years. But the fact is that it was him who couldn’t bear it first.

When it was discovered that Liu Zhenzhen would not let him leave anyway, he also wanted to use his way to use the most vicious and most sour words to let her break herself.

Under a selection of imperial realm is life and death, and he couldn’t help him.

But as a result, it was naturally ended in failure.

However, these are all about ten to 30 years.

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

Once, that like a rage, the tide was turbulent, torturing his love and hatred, but also in this long time, in the daily “bang” piercing sound, in the chess pieces of Liu Zhenzhen’s slowly, turned into Mianmianxi flowing. Essence

If it was said that when he first arrived in the Emperor’s Mausoleum, Su Yan set off a tide, trying to swallow everything, and at the same time destroying his flood.

Liu Zhenzhen is like an unsightly land, an inaccessible horizon.

Heaven is humble.

The strong men in this heaven have to step on the sky, but she is on the ground.

It is humble and heavy, ordinary and vast, and can be trampled at will, but it cannot be shaken.

Everything in the heavenly world is incompatible.

Perhaps, he once shouted that he did not break the destiny and vowed not to return the Emperor Wu of the Heaven, as well as the heavenly world of heaven after his death.

It is Liu Xiang, who is closest to the ancestor, and can see Liuhua of the future Emperor Sutra in the past.

If they rise, Liu Zhenzhen may continue to dig her bamboo shoots in the emperor’s mausoleum, until I don’t know how far away.

It is also possible that she will die, and after she turns into the dust, she does not know that such an emperor has been born in the world.

It was just a coincidence that Liu Xiangliu died in the hands of Su Yan.

It was a coincidence that Liu Zhenzhen stood in front of Shen Xiaoxue and finally waved that knife.

Perhaps, in order to not let myself forget the unprepared hatred of her daughter. Every year, Xueer’s birthday, Su Yan used a wooden piano to sit under the tree in front of the wooden house to play a song of her favorite Jiang Yueliu.

However, after all, it is not on the banks of Taojiang. Xu is the issue of mental state. The song looked down at the river and looked up at Yun Tao Yunshu’s songs. At this time, he completely changed its taste.

If Nicholas Tse and Su Xue can hear, I am afraid that they will shook their heads again and again.

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

After all, this is a million years in the past, and she has never heard of the voice in the Emperor’s Mausoleum.

Even if Su Yan bombs the bombardment, she will feel good.

Unfortunately, Su Yan will only use the piano to sacrifice her daughter on this day, but she is unwilling to play for her on weekdays.

I don’t know which year in which year, Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen walked together on the Dongpo.

The Emperor’s East Po is full of moon white flowers named Youdaihua.

Su Yan did not know that it was an animal or plant, which was a bit like Cordyceps sinensis before crossing.

In summer, they are flowers, but before the winter, before the end of the extreme night, the original flowers will turn into life and become the butterfly, the butterfly butterfly lingering and dancing.

But like the flowers that were placed that night, after day and night, it would wither.

It is also a big scene in this lonely cold emperor’s tomb.

Every year, Liu Zhenzhen pulled him and came to Dongpo on the day of the flowers blooming and turning the butterfly.

Sometimes, she stands in the flowers, and she will feel a sense of light, as if she is one of the thousands of butterflies.

But unlike the short butterfly, Liu Zhenzhen, this woman, seems to be able to open for thousands of years, thousands of years, and will continue forever.

And this time, one day when the month and the month, Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen walked in the sea of flowers one after the other, but the footsteps were a sudden meal.

Today, in the middle of the white butterfly flowers in the thousands of months, he even saw a small red flower.

For so many years, the butterflies on the hillside opened and thanked, thanked and opened, the number has long been millions, but this is the only one, red butterfly.

For a while, he looked at the sea of flowers, and that red was so embarrassed.

When he looked at the flowers, he looked at him with six other eyes.

Perhaps they also guessed that when he hit that red in his eyes, he thought of who.

However, when this year’s Huatai Day, Su Yan wanted to find the red -butterfly that was flying in that day, but when he found the red, he couldn’t find it.

It seems that it failed to reach the day of Hua Die.

Behind him, Liu Zhenzhen’s hands, gently clamped a quiet butterfly, laughed leisurely.

Liu Zhenzhen rarely laughed, but when she laughed, it was like a flowal butterfly flower, from an ordinary flower to a butterfly.

Unfortunately, Su Yan, who was back to her, could not be seen.

In this way, more than three hundred years have passed, Su Yan originally had a fate.

He counts the days, there is not much time left.

Show ten years, as many as twenty years.

In this life, the coffin will be concluded soon.

He seemed to have seen the scene where Liu Zhenzhen shoveled him and buried it into the ground.

At that time, this woman may still be expressionless.

After playing the piano this year, Su Yan pointed at the land under the tree and said to Liu Zhenzhen: “After I die, you will bury me under this piano tree.”

“Um.” Liu Zhenzhen nodded, his face, and he couldn’t see much expression change.

After a while, Liu Zhenzhen asked again, “Is it better?”

Su Yan shook his head: “Just this, save you still move me over.”

However, Liu Zhenzhen mentioned the sea of flowers at this time, but it made Su Yan unable to think of it. After so many years, when they went to Dongpo, they had never seen the red butterfly flower.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Lanxue and Gu Nanyi also had countless doubts.

Could it be that after Xueer’s death, Su Yan spent his life in his life, so he spent more than 300 years?

This is wrong, very wrong.

Sure enough, after that, Su Yan had counted twenty years and twenty years.

In the first two decades, Su Yan also told herself that it was life.

In the second twenty years, he speculated that it may be the mentality of quiet water, which can be prolonged.

The third and twenty years, the fourth and twenty years, and the fifth year, he feels that the various mountains in the emperor’s tomb may have the effect of longevity.

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Until the eighth and twenty years came, he found that he was still full of hair, his flesh and bones, and he couldn’t bear it when he had no old man.

“What exactly is going on?”

In the wooden house, Su Yan quality asked Liu Zhenzhen.

The heart lake that has been silent for more than 500 years, at this time, finally set off a tide again.

Next to the stove, Liu Zhenzhen didn’t lift his head and cried the ghosts and cried, just like that year: “I told you that you will have 500 years, 5,000 years, 50,000 years, five …”

Without the words, he was interrupted by Su Yan: “I ask you, why?”

Yeah, why?

Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi were equally anxious.

“Because this is in my heart, you will not die before the end of your heart.”

What’s this! Reason, it is really the world of her heart!

Although there was a guess in my heart, when Liu Zhenzhen said, whether it was Su Yan or Shen Xiaoxue, Gu Nanyi felt unbelievable.

The saints are famous in the first realm. Although the second realm of the King of Wu, the difference between the sky, the difference between the word is very different.

Emperor Shi Yuanwu once said: The upper and lower squares are a shaft, the long river of time is a axis, and hundreds of millions of beings are trapped between these two axes. Only when you are extraordinary to be sanctified can you wait and see. Essence

From the perspective of Su Yan’s crossing, the axis of Emperor Shi Yuan Wu may be the dimension.

The saints of this world may be able to see the scene outside the three -dimensional space and four -dimensional time, that is, the unknown sea in Wudi.

Su Yan once had a mind, but unfortunately his talent was not allowed.

And the heart is the foundation of the sage when watching the unknown sea.

Before crossing, Su Yan once heard that in the eyes of high -dimensional biology, seeing the life of mortals may see a painting.

The heart image is a painting made of his own past and space for a period of time.

They are in the unknown sea, or they are as small as a leaf, or like a boat, or like a boat, or like an island, or such as the continent, as the mainland, with the root nature of the saints, which also determines the strength and the front road of the sage.

Those who are in a vast heart can work hard in the unknown sea and find treasures; those who have leaves can only be wrapped in, and they cannot say the same day.

However, in any case, every saint needs heart.

This is the foundation of their standing, the anchor of the soul, and the fulcrum of the world.

If the heart is not existed, even if they are saints, they will be swallowed by Anonymous Hai.

If the lucky person falls, the unfortunate person will turn weird, or, or, is swallowed into food by some existence.

(This chapter is finished)