Xu Fengnian could almost only hear the sound of his own heavy breathing. Liu Hao Shi's three questions caused his eardrums to vibrate, and it was as if a bell was ringing in his heart. Hsu Fengnian did not dare to cut off the telepathic connection with the red-robed otherworldly item. It was not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid that Xu Ying would be stubborn and die before him. After breaking the wall and falling to the ground, he had a hidden thought. He hoped to use the opportunity to temper the Purple Gold Fate in Xu Ying's body. Not only could he stall for time, but he could also let Xu Ying recover her realm in advance. Unexpectedly, Master Liu Hao was a cunning old fox. Every step he took was full of mysteries. He only hurt Xu Ying's skin but not her skin. He was indeed the old tortoise who had been hiding for the longest time in the Celestial State. Xu Fengnian turned over and lay flat in the pit. He forcibly cut off his connection with Xu Ying's spirit and looked at the gray sky. His vision was blurry.
Ever since he picked up the saber again, as long as he was determined to achieve something, he would advance step by step. He was afraid of death, so he did everything he could to cultivate the saber and nurture the sword. After reaching the first rank of Vajra, he obtained the Great Vajra, Pseudo Finger Mystery, and used all his fate to enter Pseudo Celestial State. He stumbled his way up and fell again and again. There were gains and losses, and he did not even have the time to be complacent. Now that he suddenly looked back, he realized that he had achieved many feats that he did not even dare to imagine before he started practicing the saber. Hsu Fengnian slowly closed his eyes and thought of something Xu Xiao said. No one deserved to die from the beginning, and no one could not die.
Hsu Fengnian's mind suddenly flashed with a picture of the Spring God Lake that he desperately wanted to remember but could not. Hsu Fengnian, whose consciousness was blurred, was instantly immersed in it as if he was in the picture. It was a boundless autumn with golden wheat as far as the eye could see, and a gentle breeze blew. On a small path, there was a woman walking in front. She stretched out her slender hand and gently brushed the wheat, leaving an unforgettable back view. Hsu Fengnian's body somehow had a lofty feeling that the Great Qin Kingdom was destined to last forever. "Hsu Fengnian" looked down and held a heavy wheat in his hand. He suddenly raised his head, and the woman happened to turn her head. Just as he was about to see her face, the picture suddenly shattered and everything disappeared with the wind. He reached out to grab her, but the harder he tried, the more he tried, the more he failed. He only heard two words with a strange accent and yet contradictory as if he had heard them thousands of times.
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Huang Longshi, who was clearly dead drunk, slowly opened his eyes. The candlelight burned and occasionally made a faint sound like soybeans cracking. His daughter had long disappeared. The old man sighed in his heart. After he was chased out of the Shangyin Academy, he had told the emperors and ministers of the Spring and Autumn Kingdom countless hateful things. Unfortunately, they all loved to listen to him and were intoxicated. However, he had finally found a daughter who was willing to listen to him speak the truth, but she did not like to listen to his nagging. Huang Longshi poured himself a bowl of wine and took a sip. He picked up a very tasty braised carp with his chopsticks. Of all the flavors, spicy was the most important. If it was not spicy, it would be tasteless. This time, he acted as a matchmaker for Zhulu Mountain and West Chu. He acted as the middleman. Cao Changqing was the guest of Zhulu Mountain, while Zhulu Mountain provided money and manpower for the restoration of West Chu. He was busy, but it was only to delay the opportunity for the Zhao family to unify the world. Huang Longshi knew that everything he had done in this life was just to take advantage of the situation.
Huang Zhentu, Wang Mingyin, Xuanyuan Dandan, Li Chungang, Yang Taisui, Han Shengxuan, Song Nianqing … including Liu Haoshi, Zhao Huangchao, Gu Jiantang, and so on, who most likely would not have a good ending. Counting with one's fingers, the older generation of Liyang Jianghu seemed to have all died in one night.
After the peace of the Central Plains, Huang Longshi transferred the fate of the world to Jianghu. The boiling water seemed lively, but it was nothing more than pulling up seedlings to help them grow and draining the pond to catch fish.
The imperial examinations flourished. The imperial court, which revered only Confucianism, became more and more disciplined. The Jianghu, which was struggling at death's door, became more and more silent.
The common people were at peace.
Huang Longshi grabbed the mink hat from his head and glanced at the sunflower on the table. He smiled bitterly and said, "Daughter, why are you joining in the fun? I was still thinking that there was someone left who could clean my grave for me in the future. "
A young girl ran out of Shen Jia Fang, her raven hair slanted.
Outside the small city of Liyang that was not even worth mentioning, Luo Yang got rid of Song Nianqing a little faster than Liu Haoshi expected.
This was usually negligible, but here it was enough to turn the world upside down.
In the history of the world, there were only a few sword immortals who had become Land Immortals. Many sword immortals only had one sword or one move that reached the Land Immortal Realm. Wei Cao, the sword immortal of the previous dynasty, was like this. Song Nianqing's sword was unstoppable. In Liu Haoshi's view, even Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba would have a headache if they were to fight against it. Song Nianqing's sword was already at the peak of the way of the sword. Liu Haoshi had been influenced by Song Nianqing for a long time in the Celestial Realm. If he were to encounter it, he could only retreat. That year in Tai 'an City, the woman who had reached the Land Immortal Realm was able to escape unscathed with that sword. It was enough to show the supreme power of the Land Immortal Realm. Song Nianqing's sword that broke through two realms without any warning was undoubtedly a great harvest for Liu Haoshi. It also made Hsu Fengnian and the woman in white suffer. In Liu Haoshi's original plan, since he had sensed the existence of Luo Yang, he could only take advantage of the situation. After entering the city, no matter if he killed or seriously injured Hsu Fengnian, he could only retreat after one attack. Liu Haoshi admitted that he had no chance of winning against Luo Yang, who could combine the heaven and earth into a single line of sword.
It was the same when he met her before. However, after she took Song Nianqing's sword without hesitation, Liu Haoshi did not think that there was such a big disparity between victory and defeat.
The woman in white gave up the power of the sword that combined the heaven and earth and rushed to Hsu Fengnian's side. Her eyes were unreadable.
Liu Haoshi, who was secretly drawing with his fingers, sneered, "Demon Luo Yang, who ranked fourth in the world, is actually so reckless?"
Luo Yang, who had her back to Liu Haoshi, did not say anything.
On the wall, a bright Vermilion robe finally appeared. The otherworldly item held its head with its five arms and grabbed both sides of its face. Its sharp nails drew blood, and it was in so much pain that it could not make a sound.
In the city, Song Nianqing, whose body was badly mutilated, staggered and sat on the ground. He reached out his trembling hands and struggled to take off his severely damaged cloth shoes. He gently held them in his arms and died in Jianghu.
The black carp that Luo Yang relied on for survival had already dissipated in the sword energy in the city. Another red carp with long whiskers, which was also taken from Emperor Qin's Mausoleum, appeared out of thin air. Luo Yang broke all of the dragon whiskers, and the dragon whiskers quickly merged into the blood vessels in her palm.
Liu Haoshi suddenly shook his sleeves.
Luo Yang in white seemed to be hit hard in the back. After shaking violently, she did not fall. She leisurely exhaled a mouthful of golden mist and said softly, "I won't wait anymore. What you gave me eight hundred years ago, I will return it to you today. From now on, there will be no Qin Empresses or Luo Yang in this world. What will happen to you and her in the future … "
Luo Yang bit her thin lips and stopped talking. She let Liu Haoshi's Qi hit her back again and again. She exhaled the rich cultivation that she had accumulated for hundreds of years, which turned into a cloud of golden mist and filled Hsu Fengnian's body.
Liu Haoshi's face changed dramatically. Without hesitation, he began to retreat.
"Hsu Fengnian" slowly stood up. His eyes were golden, and he stretched his body as if he was showing off to the world. Then, he quietly looked at the woman in white in front of him and said in a mellow voice, "Luo Yang?"
The woman's figure gradually swayed and began to dissipate in the wind. Tears streamed down her face, but she bent down with a smile and pulled back her sleeves. It was just like the first time they met eight hundred years ago, when he had yet to proclaim himself emperor, when she was in the fields and had yet to enter the palace. Using a delicate voice that the devil Luoyang would never utter, she softly called out, "Your Majesty!"
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