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After a long time, Long Yue's expression showed a hint of urgency, and said, "What about the fold?"

Wu Bo, who had been silent, changed his expression slightly, and hurriedly looked for the folds scattered all over the place, and soon, the blood-stained folds were handed to Long Yue's hand.

Long Yue took the fold with both hands and slowly opened it, it was a familiar handwriting.

This excerpt is an excerpt written by the old lady Fu Wenren Chu on the occasion of life and death, and when the excerpt was sent, it was sealed, and Long Yue opened the seal, but he didn't have the courage to look at the content of the excerpt.

He was afraid of failure.

Years of painstaking management between fears turned into nothingness in one day.

So he didn't look at it, Long Yue was waiting for the excerpt of the person in charge of the Western Realm.

Finally, the joyful news came.

Long Yue's mood was complicated and conflicted, and he didn't know whether to be sad or cheer.

The eyes swept over the fold, and there were only eight loose words, but they were strong and powerful, with a solemn arrogance, and an unyielding shout: Do your best, and then die!

Long Yue couldn't help but be a little distracted.

The old lady is indeed worthy of these eight big words, but unfortunately the old lady has left.

Long Yue's heart gave birth to a strange feeling, as if a child's favorite toy was stolen, and Long Yue's heart was particularly unhappy.

Sitting quietly on the dragon chair, Long Yue quietly digested the news on the excerpt.

Thoughts are flying.

Long Yue seemed to see the fierce battle on the western front, the soldiers of Taiqian went forward one after another, fighting desperately, the army of the royal court ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Taiqian soldiers, many corpses were trampled into blood mud by the war horses charging back and forth, blood soaked the earth, with endless chill in the sword light, ruthlessly harvesting life, that is the disciple of the Sword Sect.

Death.

All that is in sight is death.

Everything slowly emerged in front of Long Yue's eyes.

The old lady Fu Wenren Chu dragged the body that was about to die and sacrificed his life to fight with Yelu Dong.

In order to kill Yelu Thunder, Lin Rufeng was covered with scars, blood stained his armor, and the double swords in his hands were broken.

The sword of the disciples of the Sword Sect was incomparably sharp, constantly slashing towards Tuoba Extraordinary, and people kept falling, and their vitality was cut off.

It's a dream.

Dreams that are incredibly real.

In the dream, everything seems to be real.

Long Yue slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

In the short split second just now, Long Yue wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or if he was really asleep.

Take a deep breath.

Long Yue carefully put away the two folds, then got up and walked to the stove, feeling a little heavy.

The victory of the war in the western realm seems to have become a little insignificant at this moment, and Long Yue's mind is now full of the shadow of the old lady Fu Wenren.

The elders of the two dynasties worked hard for the emperor's ** machine, but in the end they were buried in the west by an unknown person.

Long Yue's heart was very guilty.

But he can't go against Wen Renchu's last wishes.

The war in the west is the last tragic song of Wen Renchu, and it is the best elaboration of a lifetime of dedication and death.

Take a deep breath.

Long Yue said loudly: "The decree is that Wen Guozhong is the crown of the empire, and his descendants can inherit it hereditarily, and give Danshu iron coupons, gold thousand taels, and Yunzhou in the west as its fief. ”

Wu Bo's body couldn't help but shook.

He knows very well in his heart how heavy this reward of Long Yue is, just the Danshu iron coupon is to make the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty jealous, with the Danshu iron coupon, there is an amulet invisibly, as long as it is not a usurpation of the dynasty, other crimes can be pardoned.

"Doesn't Uncle Wu feel a little too much? ”

Long Yue said softly.

Wu Bo bowed slightly, and said: "Presumably the emperor is free to consider, our family doesn't understand this." ”

Long Yue smiled.

"These are not much at all, the old lady is conscientious for the empire, dedicates his life, has never done anything for his son, the eldest son died in the cold plains of the north, the younger son died in the west, and the only remaining son hates him to the bone, but in the end he is alone, and he is alone, the old lady owes his son, I want to pay him back, so my heart can also be stable. ”

Wu Bo nodded and said, "Let's go and draft the decree now." ”

Long Yue turned around and glanced at Wu Bo and said, "Call the prince back!"

Wu Bo's body stiffened slightly, and he nodded.

Hurry away.

Long Yue stretched out his hand to scorch the warm stove, and in his body, the strong internal force operated, completely removing the wine in his body, and the smell of wine emitted by his body completely disappeared.

After a long time.

Long Yue slowly got up.

The secret room opened, and Long Yue entered the secret room.

The golden dragon the size of one zhang was entrenched at the bottom of the tank, and when he heard the sound, he suddenly jumped out of the water tank, revealing his head, his eyes were like torches, and he looked at Long Yue.

A drop of sperm blood flew out of his fingertips.

The golden dragon sucked it in an instant, and its body was a few points smaller, jumped out of the water tank, and wrapped around Long Yue's arm.

Touching the golden dragon's head dotingly, Long Yue's eyes showed a hint of relief.

The hundreds of years of luck of the Taiqian Empire finally raised a golden dragon that suppressed the luck of the ages, and between the world, fifty percent of the qi gathered at the bottom of this cylinder, the golden dragon was immortal, and Taiqian was immortal.

Walk slowly to the hanging sword.

The long sword seemed to have spirituality, and it jumped out of its scabbard three inches, revealing an endless edge.

Long Yue couldn't help but smile, "How can I make you dusty, today is the day of birth." ”

The voice did not fall.

Long Yue grabbed the long sword.

The sound of the sword trembled.

Long Yue drew his sword and stepped out.

Above the sky, a remnant rainbow ran out.

The world's second sword Xuanlong was born!

With the defeat of the fire sparrow and the death of Li Qingyu, the Li clan regained a brief period of peace.

In the midst of a calm day, the dark tide is constantly surging.

With Mo Wentian's help, Li Qifeng and others' injuries are recovering rapidly.

On the third day of calm, Li Xuan's stood up and began to control the Li family, eliminating all those unstable factors, so that the Li family, which had lost its backbone, was completely stabilized.

Li Qingyu is dead, but Li Qifeng's heart knot has not been untied in the slightest.

Li Qingyu is just one of the murderers, and there is one more person who is the real murderer, and that is Prince Gong.

However, Li Qifeng was not in the slightest hurry.

Some things have a moment to be resolved, and all he lacks is the right time.

Spend five days in the midst of quiet days.

Mo Wentian began to urge Li Qifeng to leave.

An old man who likes to be called his master.

A teenager with two swords on his back.

A journey, a story.

The mystery of the rivers and lakes was slowly lifted.