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Between the opened upper and lower fangs of the spirit dragon, an air mass filled with purple air slowly condenses, like a dragon’s mouth.
The purple gas became more and more intense, and the air mass gradually solidified and compressed, turning into a substantial purple bead the size of a pigeon egg.
The purple energy that had gathered in the surrounding void disappeared. The spirit dragon held the purple bead that condensed the last fortune of the Dafeng dynasty in its mouth. He turned his head and looked at Huaiqing on the bank.
“Call…”
In the sniffle, it spit out the beads towards Huaiqing’s eyebrows, purple light flashed, and the purple beads spread out between Huaiqing’s eyebrows, dyeing her pupils and white skin purple.
After a few seconds, the purple light faded.
“Very good!”
Huaiqing nodded slightly, turned his sleeves, and walked in the direction of the palace.
“Aoao…”
Linglong’s black button-like eyes, looking at Huaiqing’s back, screamed.
Huaiqing was cold-hearted, did not look back, nor stopped, she returned to the imperial study room, sat down on the big yellow silk case, and said lightly:
“Quit!”
The eunuchs and court ladies who stood in the hall bowed and bowed, and then withdrew one after another.
After the person is gone, Huaiqing spreads out the letter paper, pinches the sleeve robe, personally rubs it, picks up the pen and dips the ink, and writes on the paper:
“Ning Yan:”
After writing the two characters, I hold up the pen for a long while, with a thousand words in my heart, but I don’t know how to say it.
After pondering for a long time, she finally writes down again:
“The one who gave birth to me doesn’t like me, and the clan hates me for perverse behavior, and the woman is called the emperor… But I have no shame in my ancestors and heaven and earth, and my family’s relatives, and are upright and upright.
“Thinking about, thinking about things in my heart, I just want to tell you.
“I studied sages’ books and practiced martial arts hard, because when I was young, the Taifu said in the school “a woman without talent is virtue”. I am striving to be strong throughout my life. When fighting, I never give in. I feel unconvinced with the Taifu.
“Who says women are inferior to men? Who says women are born to embroider in boudoirs? I want to be a talented woman in the capital, and I want to write books and history, so as to prove to the world that men are all dung.
“Gradually getting older and losing his spirits in time, but after studying hard for ten years, full of economics, I also want to imitate the Confucian sage to teach the world, imitate the Asian sage to establish a school, imitate the emperor to make great achievements.
“However, the woman’s body restrained me firmly, so I had no choice but to forbear, delay in marrying, and secretly pay attention to the government to cultivate cronies. Before meeting you, I often thought that in a few years, I will lose my spirit. Married.
“In the beginning, I was kind to you because of appreciation and cultivation, because you and Lin’an were quarrelsome, because of your habit and domineering character.
“Later, I gradually admired Qing, unable to extricate himself, but still did not want to face my heart, refused to admit defeat, and stubbornly told myself that what I want is a couple for life, and I will never serve a husband with other women.
“Unexpectedly, the dead girl in Lin’an was the first to be taken first. In private, she lost her temper and hated the remediation of the house and the black. I didn’t express these feelings in the past, and now I am not afraid to tell you.
“Although you and I do not have the name of a husband and wife, but there are husbands and wives, there is no regret in this life.
“The witch **** was born, Kyushu was at stake, and when Dafeng lived and died, as the king of a country, I must take responsibility. The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies. It should be so.
“In this world, I will share with you.
“I have never been willful in my life. This is the only time and the last time.
“When the monarch has settled the catastrophe, the world is safe and healthy, don’t forget to tell the spring festival, I will also smile at Jiuquan.
“Huaiqing has a great pen!”
………..
The border between Yuzhou and Jianzhou.
The sky is full of black clouds, covering the blue sky and the morning sun. The world seems to be divided into two halves. One side is dark and terrible, and countless army of walking corpses are coming like a tide; on the other side, the sun is shining, and the mountains and plains are rushing away. crowd.
They are like a group of ants that have lost their backbone. Although there are many, they are scattered and disorderly, and they only know how to run for their lives in a panic.
At the junction of light and darkness, an army of hundreds of people escorting the people was covered by shadows. The next moment, the soldiers and the people, including the hip horses, became stiff, and then, the eyes of the people and the beasts turned white and their expressions were numb. Become a part of the corpse tide.
“Help, help…”
When the people who had exhausted their strength in the front saw this, their livers and gallbladders were cracked, and while screaming sharply, they stimulated their potential and continued to flee.
But soon, they stopped howling and their expressions became stiff and numb.
They also became a member of the corpse tide, following the dark clouds, moving forward.
More and more people are transformed into walking corpses, and lose their lives without any resistance. Under the super-grade, there is no essential difference between humans and ants.
Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the flying sword, and his heart was filled with unspeakable sadness and pain, and these emotions almost swallowed him.
Not long ago, the witch **** was born and swept the Central Plains. He watched with his own eyes an army being swallowed, and groups of people were transformed into walking corpses.
The fleeing formation was instantly disrupted, and until it became the scene now, the mountains and plains were full of people, unorganized, goalless, and panicking.
This situation also occurs in other parts of the three states adjacent to the northeast.
In the face of this catastrophe, the tide of corpses that Chu Yuanzhen saw before his eyes was only part of it.
The three states of Xiang, Jing, and Yu are over, and tens of millions of people are annihilated in this catastrophe that devours the Central Plains. Behind it is Jianzhou, after Jianzhou is Jiangzhou, and the capital.
No war was so terrible. Even in the Shanhaiguan battle, there were only one or two million casualties.
It would be cruel for him to witness such a disaster with his own eyes.
Maybe ten or twenty years later, sometime in the midnight dream, he will be awakened by this disaster.
At this moment, Chu Yuanzhen’s eyes condensed, and he was attracted by a pair of mother and daughter in the distance. The mother and daughter were at the junction of the light and dark realms, behind which was an endlessly expanding billowing black cloud.
The little girl fell down.
“Mother, I can’t run…”
The seven or eight-year-old girl was sweaty, her yellowish hair was stuck to her face in locks, and her lips were chapped.
Her blisters formed on her little feet, and she ran staggering. After witnessing the tragic death of the people behind her father, she gave up their mother and daughter and ran away alone.
The young mother in the commoner is still physically strong, but not enough to hug the little girl to escape. She held her young daughter in her arms and said over and over again:
“My mother is with you, my mother is with you…”
She was trembling with fear and her face was pale, but the arm holding her daughter was extremely firm.
“Mother, why doesn’t Dad want us anymore.”
Sorrow appeared on the mother’s face:
“Because the monster is here, Dad can’t protect us anymore.”
The expression of the little girl is different from that of her mother. There is hope and determination on her face, and she said crisply:
“Xu Yinluo will protect us.”
Children who have been to restaurants and teahouses, watched shadow puppets, and heard stories told by You Fang’s doctor, all know about Xu Yinluo.
He is a great hero who protects the people.
At this moment, Chu Yuanzhen’s sword sank, grabbed the young mother’s arm, and took the mother and daughter up to the sky together, then turned sharply and swept back.
Sorcerer God did not intervene, probably because ants like this are not worthy of his attention.
“Thank you Chevalier for your life-saving grace.”
The young mother escaped from the dead, holding her daughter tightly with tears on her face, and kept thanking her.
It’s just that she was speaking in a dialect, and Chu Yuanzhen couldn’t understand it, so she could only understand it.
“Are you Xu Yinluo?”
The little girl blinked her eyes and looked expectant.
Chu Yuanzhen opened his mouth and said:
“It’s me.”
The little girl’s face covered in stains and sweat, burst into an excited and bright smile, just like the hope of the doomsday.
Huh…. Chu Yuanzhen let out a suffocating breath, as if he had also received the comfort of his soul, and his imperial sword sent his mother and daughter a distance to ensure that they were safe enough.
Witch God’s advancing speed is extremely fast in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of extraordinary masters, it is actually slow, because he is not advancing meaninglessly, but nibbled at the three provinces of Jingxiang and Yu. Mountains and rivers printed.
The mountains and rivers are sealed, and the land of the three states is His.
Afterwards, as long as the country is destroyed, it can absorb the luck that spills between the heavens and the earth, contain the seals of mountains and rivers, and compete with the Buddha and two ancient gods and demons in the final.
Watching the back of the mother and daughter fleeing, Chu Yuanzhen retracted his gaze, then moved in his heart, turned to look, and saw the empress wearing a dragon robe, wearing a crown, and standing holding her hands.
“Your Majesty?”
This surprised Chu Yuanzhen, but he didn’t expect that Huaiqing would go to the front in person.
“At this rate, you will arrive in the capital in three days.”
Huaiqing’s tone at this moment is extremely calm: “Three days later, most of Leizhou also lost.”
Chu Zhuangyuan’s face is bitter.
From Leizhou to the capital, from the northeast to the capital, I don’t know how many lives were wiped out along the way.
Huai Qing continued:
“We don’t know the situation of overseas battles. He is our last hope, so delaying time and waiting for him to return is Dafeng’s only choice.
“Brother Chu, what do you think?”
Chu Yuanzhen gave an “um” cry, but how did he delay the witch god? Unless there is another half-step warrior in the world.
Huaiqing showed a smile:
“Very well, we have reached a consensus.”
She took out a letter and two objects from her arms and taught them to Chu Yuanzhen.
Chu Yuanzhen lowered his head. It was a piece of butter jade seal with missing corners, and a piece of shriveled lotus petals.
“Give them to Xu Ningyan for me.” Huaiqing whispered.
Chu Yuanzhen froze for a moment, staring carefully at the beautiful profile of the empress, and immediately he understood the empress’s determination.
“No, no, your majesty, you should not be impulsive…”
Chu Yuanzhen didn’t finish speaking, he was pushed away by a violent force.
Huaiqing stood proudly, and the golden light rushed into his body. The golden light condensed into a dragon’s shadow, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, and let out a silent roar towards the witch **** in the distance.
The black cloud surging in the distance stopped, and then a vague face protruded from the black cloud, hundreds of feet away, looking at Jinlong and Huaiqing.
Huaiqing’s voice is clear and sonorous:
“I, as the great monarch of Feng, should guard the gate of the country and protect the community. Today, I will bring 20% of the national destiny to block the witch **** at the border of Jianzhou. Chu Yuanzhen, evacuate quickly, and shall not defy.”
She announced her decision as if she was reading an imperial decree.
The vague face shrank back into the clouds, and the next moment, a billowing black cloud rushed in, carrying the greatness of Peimo, like the sky, like a landslide.
Chu Yuan’s eyes turned red instantly.
He was about to bend to take his command, and suddenly heard a gentle voice:
“The minister has objections!”
Chu Yuanzhen and Huaiqing turned their heads at the same time, only to see the bright light rising between the two, and the figure of Zhao Shou appeared.
“The Dean?”
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, and then he was filled with ecstasy. He couldn’t take Huaiqing away, but Zhao Shou could.
“Your Majesty, come here!”
Zhao Shou smiled: “The Lord humiliates the minister and the minister is not dead. How can you let your majesty go down and sprinkle blood?”
Without waiting for Huaiqing to refuse, he chanted:
“Don’t move!”
Huaiqing really froze in place, unable to move.
Zhao Shou glanced at the surging black clouds and smiled:
“Your Majesty said that the emperor guards the gates of the country, and the kings die. But Xu Ningyan also said that he will establish a heart for the heavens and the earth, establish a life for the people, for the sacred and inherit the knowledge, and for the peace of the world.
“The minister felt that what Xu Yinluo said was what a scholar should do.
“What do you think?”
Huai Qing didn’t answer, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Zhao Shou waved his hand gently, and the scarlet robe on his body spun off automatically, folded himself neatly, and floated in the air.
“Hey, this official hasn’t done enough yet.”
The great scholar reluctantly touched his official gown, then waved his hand to let it fall in front of Chu Yuanzhen.
He finally said:
“Your Majesty, during the Great Weekend, the great scholar Qian Zhong used his body to destroy the great fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and only then has the great power of the country for six hundred years.
“Today, I, Zhao Shou, imitate the predecessors, hoping to make Dafeng another six hundred years of prosperity.
“Your Majesty, the scholars of Yunlu Academy, have been worthy of the people and society since ancient times. Don’t let the struggle for the country’s foundation two hundred years ago happen again.”
He solemnly bowed towards Huaiqing.
After learning that the witch **** was born, he decided to follow the example of his ancestors and die in his country.
The extraordinary “one thing” he transmitted to the audience was to ask them to guard Leizhou.
Zhao Shou rectified the sub-sage Confucian crown above his head, a clear light in his hand, the carving knife manifested, the wizard **** has already approached~IndoMTL.com~The wind blew his beard and hair, and his firm expression would not be disturbed.
When his life came to an end, the great scholar remembered the lame teacher many years ago. Even though he hated the court system, he still emphasized the first thing he emphasized when he taught the students. “.
In my ears, it seemed that the lame voice came again: “Don’t know how to make mistakes, poetry and books are worthy of others; if you are in the world, you are poor, and you are good.”
The pages burned, Zhao Shou said loudly: “Please Confucian Sage!”
In an instant, the air is full of vitality!
Between the sky and the earth, a pair of eyes that are not mixed with emotions manifest. With this as the core, a figure of Baizhang wearing a Confucian gown and a Confucian crown emerges, in a semi-illusory and semi-solid state.
After he held one hand, he placed the other between his lower abdomen, staring into the distance.
The Confucian sage and the heroic soul looked back and waved to the golden dragon.
The golden dragon roared away from the female emperor, and smashed into the Confucian saint with his teeth and claws, so the eyes that were not mixed with emotion burst into golden light.
Haoran’s righteousness is overwhelming, filling every space.
At this moment, Confucianism seems to have returned.
The surging black cloud appeared obvious stagnation, not knowing whether it was jealous, or recalling the fear of being suppressed by the Confucian sage.
Zhao Shou rushed into the wind, carrying 20% of the national destiny and Confucian sage heroic soul, and crashed into the black cloud that obscured the sky and the sun.
………
For the first year of Huaiqing, on November 3rd, Zhao Shou retired to the border of Jianzhou, and died in his country!
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