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

Chapter 139 The wind is Xiao Xiao, the rain is sprinkled, and the yellow leaves are crying

This seems to be the last year of this reincarnation.

Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen still walked in the sea of flowers one after the other.

“Hello.”

At this time, Su Yan, who was walking in front, suddenly felt that Liu Zhenzhen behind him patted his shoulder.

Su Yan did not look back.

Eyes still patrolled in the ginseng flowers.

Recently, it can’t be said to be recently!

I don’t know when it is.

He found that in that piece of moon white butterfly flowers, gradually, there were more other colors.

Yellow, pink, three -colored, five -colored.

From sporadic, to a small piece.

Su Yan really didn’t remember when it started.

He only vaguely remembered that in the reincarnation a long time ago, this sea of flowers seemed to be a pure moon white from beginning to end.

Of course, this may also be, too long, his memory has a deviation.

When the length of memory is close to 5 million years, any deviation occurs is possible.

But this hoped, after all, it became a beam of light in his chaotic world.

Since the sea of flowers has begun to bloom other colors of flowers, then one day, it will also open that red.

“Hello.”

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen behind him patted him again.

Su Yan was a little annoyed. He knew that Liu Zhenzhen, as long as he did not look back, she would keep shooting.

Therefore, Su Yan frowned and turned around, and she wanted to ask what was going on. The sound of not yet exported, but she was stuck in her throat.

But seeing, in Liu Zhenzhen’s spreading palms, a red flower was lying down.

After looking for 5 million years, that’s it, and it suddenly appeared in front of him, so that Su Yan was in place for a while, in place, sculpture was average.

I don’t know how long it took me to listen to his astringent opening: “Those red youth butterflies in the past have been folded by you?”

He should have thought that since it is the same heart, the same reincarnation.

The red -butterfly can be opened in the sea of flowers, and naturally it will also be a second time.

The reason why he failed to see the second glance at that glance, it may only be erased by an invisible hand.

“Um.” Liu Zhenzhen nodded without concealment.

“That’s why, now, do you bring it again, now in front of me?” Su Yan took a deep breath and clenched his fist subconsciously. At this moment, the voice was a little trembling.

“Don’t you really understand?” Liu Zhenzhen looked down.

In her hands, the red butterfly flower turned into a red butterfly.

In Liu Zhenzhen’s hands, for a moment, he flew towards the sky without nostalgia.

For a moment, Liu Zhenzhen’s fingers seemed to be in the palm of the palm, but the hand still fell, but just watched it flying away.

Su Yan once said that the red -butterfly was his place, and he couldn’t forget.

Right now, Liu Zhenzhen returned the red Youpie’s hidden red butterfly, which seemed to be saying: Five million years, and I am here.

In the crown of the deep -sea island, Yuehua shines on the woman’s face through layers of tree shadows.

I do n’t know when she was full of tears.

She has a dream dream! It was Su Yan’s five million years.

In five million years, ten times of reincarnation, he finally waited for that flower, a day when the feather turned into a butterfly!

“Why?”

In the dream, Su Yan was still asking Liu Zhenzhen.

Liu Zhenzhen is pointing. In the sea of flowers, the glands of colorful butterfly flowers are colorful. They look so incompatible in the moon white sea of flowers: “You also find out, these colors, not originally, don’t have these colors. It should exist. ”

“My heart, as early as when the situation of my heart was fulfilled, took shape. In 500,000 years, all the butterflies were white. The only exception was really one! You saw it! ”

“You know, in the heart, what does it mean when there is no change?” What does it mean? ”

Without waiting for Su Yan to answer, Liu Zhenzhen said: “This means that the heart is unstable, and it also means that the foundation of the saint’s avenue has occurred.”

“If you continue like this, I am afraid of one day. The butterflies on this east slope will lose the original color. At that time, I fell lightly as a fall, and the heavy sink into the sea of name.”

Su Yan suddenly.

Liu Zhenzhen shook his head and sighed: “Actually, as early as the second reincarnation, I should stop. Five million years, not only far beyond your life. It also exceeds my life!”

Liu Zhenzhen looked at Su Yan, in the clear eyes, there were so many complex colors.

She was born with a long -lived life, and her life expectancy has surpassed most of the martial arts.

Even so, five million years is five times that of her real life.

In this way, she has begun to lose.

And Su Yan’s life is only two hundred years old, 5 million years, which is 25,000 times his life!

Liu Zhenzhen thought that as a long -lived person with no life, in this world, there should be no one who was better than her until she met Su Yan.

Nobita is not known, and I do n’t know the spring and autumn.

There are Great Spring in ancient times, with 800 years old as spring and 800 years old for autumn.

Who would have thought that the obscure germination can be survived too much.

“Five million years, you are waiting for the butterfly; but I am waiting, the snow lotus I planted by myself, blooming around me. However, Su Yan, for millions of years, you haven’t laughed at me anymore. Today, I will return You Butterfly to you, and you laugh at me too! ”

Su Yan: “…”

Su Yan took the corner of her mouth difficultly, and somehow was finally relieved from the reincarnation of these ten generations. In his heart, there was not much joy. There was only one type. In the world of life and the earth, it was like a long way to travel.

He thought, this laugh must be ugly.

That must not be, Liu Zhenzhen’s expectation, snow lotus blooms.

After March, when the two legs were raised, Su Yan, accompanied by Liu Zhenzhen, went to the junction of the fall of heaven and the Qingling small realm.

On the vast grassland, the wind blows the grass, and the cattle and sheep are in groups.

A large river, jade belt -like crossing the grassland, in the distance is the mountains.

Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen stood by the river.

At that time, he and Shen Xiaoxue came with millions of troops. The material of the cross -border ceremony alone consumed half of the state treasury. Now, one person is returning, but only eighteen incense is needed.

Liu Zhenzhen looked at Su Yan, inserted eighteen sets of fragrance, inserted it on the banks of the river with a specific array, and handed him the fire knife he had been using. Five million years of firewood, your knife is also up to heaven. At hand, you still have to leave a deserved knife. ”

“Thank you.” Su Yan looked at the blade, full of cracks and cracks. After a moment of silence, she thanked it and took it up.

“I have no abnormal things. Before I leave, I will give you another song.”

Su Yan didn’t go to order immediately, but sat on the river beach and put the piano on his knees.

In five million years, he also played five million times in Jiangliu, but only this last song was played for Liu Zhenzhen.

The weather on the grassland is always impermanent.

It was only the breeze, but I did not know when it was at all the wind, and I didn’t know where to blow the dark clouds and sprinkled the rain.

Nevertheless, the sound of the piano was still spread on the empty grassland.

Liu Zhenzhen’s Jing Ji was blown by the wind, and his head was full of light, and his face couldn’t help but stained with a few drops of rain.

Although the sound of the piano is beautiful, it is an inadvertent as her, and it can also hear the parting.

Why?

Liu Zhenzhen wants to ask him:

If you have five million years, you have nothing to do with your heart and the sound of the piano. Why is there a parting?

And Shen Xuexue, listening to the sound of the piano, and also wanted to ask him, what does it mean for you these five million years?

And Liu Zhenzhen of later generations just wanted to know that letting this person, five million years, refused to let go, what exactly is it?

When Su Yan finished and opened his eyes, Liu Zhenzhen was no longer seen.

The five million years, silently, standing behind him, always turned around, and the woman who could see it still left.

Su Yan sat in place for a long time, and let the wind and rain wet the hair of his whole body, and finally sighed, got up to collect the piano, and ignited the fixed wind incense one by one.

As a dedicated material for rituals, this kind of fixed wind and fragrance is not invading.

Seeing it, a green smoke rose in the rain curtain. After smoke, it is another world.

The mountains, the water, the white clouds urge the calf to return.

The wind is small, the rain is spilled, and the yellow leaves are crying.

Liu Zhenzhen’s wanting gold, he can’t give it. Only the yellow leaves in the palm can be given!

Nympho

Shi Yuanjie, Dayan, Taojiang County.

On this day, the Da Najang projection of the Emperor Weairi had just climbed into the air, and the morning mist in the mountains was not dispersed.

Humming mountain songs in his mouth, walking under the mountain road, like flat ground, seemed to have a hard work.

However, since he behind him, he chased a faster person than him. He flickered and was stopped on the road.

“Lao Zhang, take a step slowly.”

It was a Tsing Yi man who was thin and thin. It was just a year of prosperity. It was just a bit of white hair on his head, and his eyes were full of fatigue like the world.

It seems that the next second, I will fall asleep.

Sleep tens of thousands of years, sleeping into the sea into mulberry fields.

After Su Yan stopped the person, he asked: “Dare to ask Laozhang. I just returned from the deep mountain practice. I wonder what year and month?”

When the old coward saw his body, he knew that he was a powerful warrior. He didn’t dare to neglect. He said, “This son, Fang Jin is the seventh day of March 24th of Tianshun.”

“Emperor Tianshun! Dang Dynasty, what is Emperor Tianshun? What about King Shenxiao? Can she return to the dynasty?” Su Yan heard the words and frowned.

Five million years apart, despite a lot of things, he forgot, but he never dared to forget the murderer who killed his daughter.

“King Shenxiao! As early as a year ago, I returned to the face!”

The old coward paused, and in the end, I still didn’t hold back the fast tongue. After drinking a green ant wine with a sip of waist, I continued to say the gossip between the wine shops in the room: “Although the battle of the sky, the battle of the sky, King Shenxiao was defeated. But her husband and daughter died, and they were full of loyal loyalty. Who can blame her? Hey, in order to soothe the pain of her mourning, today the emperor, still in front of the civil and military officials Noodles, kneeled down and recognized her mother -in -law. ”

“King Shenxiao, now, is a veritable emperor! When the emperor saw her brother, he had to call his uncle respectfully.”

“Today, this big inflammation, Mingli surname Li, secret, already surnamed Shen!”

Su Yan: “?”

Shen Xiaoxue: “???”

Su Yan couldn’t help but frowned: “The absurd, the Mizuki Pavilion tragedy, isn’t Li Heng’s first stroke? Shen Xiao did not think of a revenge for his loved daughter, how can he recognize his son?”

Su Yan asked her doubts for Shen Xuexue in the later generation.

Shen Xuexue had thought about it countless times, how to make Li Heng’s white -eyed wolf, he must not live well, and he must not die.

Unexpectedly, following Su Yan’s return to Shi Yuanjie, the first news he heard was that he had a cheap son!

At first glance, the shock brought to her also surpassed Su Yan.

“Hey, how can you be so nonsense? Slandering the emperor! The golden king of the king of Shenxiao is clearly the monster of the demon emperor, and the demon who colludes the unknown Tian Palace is known to everyone in the world. , I have to die with that Nothing Tiangong, I can still have a fake? Wait, you won’t be … ”

When he said this, he suddenly realized that Su Yan might be the demon daughter of the demon emperor in his mouth. He looked at him in horror, and immediately carried the firewood and fled in a hurry.

Shen Xiaoxue: “…”

In the ancient times, there was a thief to be a father, and he was good. This is to recognize the thief to be a son!

But recognizing the thief to be a father, it was Meng Tong who did not know the world.

What is the thief to be a child?

Shen Xiaoxue really wanted to go back now, giving her two slaps at that time, making her sober.

What worried her even more was Su Yan’s reaction.

Cher’s death was the wound that could not be favored in his heart.

Before Liu Zhenzhen, after vicissitudes, he found that the emperor who had recognized the hatred of the killing son became his son and claimed that it was to fill the gap that his daughter passed.

What kind of mood is this!

At this time, Shen Xuexue did not dare to substitute Su Yan to imagine.

In the dream, Su Yan was standing with a few fragrances. It seemed to be recalled that 5 million years ago, what kind of person Shen Xiaoxue was.

In the end, just spit out a word with no expression: “This is indeed something she can do!”

Looking at the slutter in Su Yan’s eyes, Shen Xiaoxue’s heart could not help but sink and sink.

In the memory fragments and dreams of previous lives, this was the first time she saw that when Su Yan mentioned him, such a cold expression appeared on his face.

Although it is not the same as this life, it is the same as Mo Road.

After Su Yan, she did not go to Yanjing to find her. Instead, three days later, re -set foot on the former site of Mizuki Pavilion.

However, the old scene is gone.

After Su Xue resonated with the “Lantern Lantern San” on the day, the original monster Mizuki Mountain has already become a weird and strange peak.

Taojiang has also changed.

How can people still be this way.

For dozens of miles away, small towns, which have been prosperous due to the Holy Land of the Five Products, have also become deserted with the disappearance of the Holy Land.

Even Nicholas Tse and Xiao Tuanzi often swayed to the Yihongyuan who listened to Qu.

The people’s hearts have no place, and they are walking out of the place where they want to find some old memories that have been washed away by time. When they arrived at the home, they found that the land was already wrong.

Therefore, everyone is like that leaves, and the autumn wind of the old years is withered.

Only this year’s peach blossoms still bloom in the spring breeze this year.

(This chapter is finished)