Purple thunder fell from the sky, and it came and went even more quickly, as if everything had never happened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the branch of a nearby plum tree, wisps of green smoke are slowly drifting, exuding a faint smell of paste.

Long Yue stood quietly in place.

His expression was a little demented, his eyes were dull, two lines of tears were slowly flowing, and he was holding the bamboo stick in his hand.

At this moment, Long Yue understood what Li Xuanji meant by everything.

It's a pity that it's too late now.

Li Xuanji has completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Long Yue's heart was full of guilt, and his sluggish expression revealed endless regret.

The heart is like a knife, and this moment is a portrayal of Long Yue's true mood.

The bamboo skewers in your hand feel like the weight of a mountain.

Long Yue's breathing was a little short, and endless pain emerged from his sluggish expression, two lines of tears slowly flowed, and Long Yue's body trembled slightly.

He was the murderer who killed Li Xuanji, if it weren't for his suspicion that he was too heavy and had to know everything, then Li Xuanji would not have died.

Long Yue slowly squatted on the ground, his eyes red.

A heavy punch was thrown.

A plum tree suddenly broke off in response, and the plum blossoms fell.

Long Yue sat directly on the ground, his red eyes staring at the bamboo stick in his hand, and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault." ”

Long Yue let out a beastly roar.

Long Yue didn't look at the bamboo stick, and turned into powder in the palm of his hand.

Sitting on the ground, Long Yue was like a helpless baby, two lines of tears kept flowing, and his eyes were very red.

Looking up at the sky, Long Yue let out a roar.

"Why is all this?"

No one answered Long Yue.

The sky is still difficult, the sun is still bright, the white clouds are still in countless shapes, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is still lingering.

Long Yue hung his head.

Reminiscing about the past.

After decades of hurried years, there are only two people around Long Yue.

Li Xuanji is one of them, but the old man who has been with him has been by his side, from the moment he became the king, Li Xuanji has been planning everything for him, giving advice to him, cooperating for him, and secretly arranging Li Xuanji for him is too much.

At this moment, he still remembers Li Xuanji's bold words, "If there is no Ming Lord in the world, then I will choose one person to cultivate him as a Ming Master." ”

Li Xuanji that year was just a stunned young man in his early eighteenth, with his nostrils facing forward all day long, and he didn't pay any attention to the great Confucianism in the court.

The eighteen-year-old oath, Li Xuanji's oath took less than twenty years to succeed.

The stunned young man who was originally a little green also became calm, and he no longer went to the street to insult those scholars who chewed the words, and no longer talked and argued with those great Confucians in the court.

Li Xuanji became introverted.

Just like his means of doing things, it is not leaky, it is laid out everywhere, one link is closely linked to the other, and there is nowhere to break.

Longyue's country is becoming more and more stable.

Li Xuanji is aging day by day, although he has the talent of joint vertical and horizontal, but he can't help the pig-killing knife of time.

Decades of hard work and obscurity.

In the end, Li Xuanji is still useless and unknown, and he is still a person who likes to read.

Those acres of plum blossom forests were planted by Longyue specifically for Li Xuanji.

The thatched house was built by Long Yue for Li Xuanji.

All this, Long Yue is making up for it.

However, everything in front of him is there, but the old man is not.

Long Yue's mood was so sad.

Sitting in the body of the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Long Yue fainted directly.

Among the thousands of mountains and rivers in Taiqian, there is such a mountain, neither high nor low, surrounded by water on three sides, it is full of all kinds of rare plants, lush, very good-looking, and all kinds of beautiful birdsong sounds come out from the dense forest.

At the very top of the mountain, there is a dojo.

This hall looks a little old, and the walls are full of traces of time, and it looks very dilapidated.

In the gym, a huge statue is enshrined.

It was the statue of the Emperor Zhenwu, with angry eyes and round eyes, holding a sword in his hand, and he was very majestic.

On the table, green smoke curls up, exuding a unique fragrance.

On the futon in front of the offering table, a white-haired figure sat quietly cross-legged.

In front of him was a bowl of water, very clear, and at the bottom of the bowl, a goldfish was motionless.

suddenly

The goldfish immersed in the bottom of the bowl floated to the surface.

The body sitting cross-legged trembled slightly, opened the closed eyes, his eyes were full of shock, his expression was a little pale, and he looked at Jin who had no qi at all, and his eyes couldn't help but be cold.

Fingers flying, quickly calculating.

After a while, the body that had been sitting straight suddenly became a little shorter, and there was a trace of sadness in his expression.

"Idiot, idiot. ”

The old man shook his head slowly.

With square hands, the old man's mouth continued to recite the Taishang Induction Chapter, and the sadness in his expression became more and more intense.

Another moment.

The old man's voice stopped abruptly.

"Idiot, you're so stupid. ”

Shake your head.

The old man continued to meditate and cultivate.

But his trembling hands all the time showed that he had not been able to enter the cultivation state.

The east is an endless sea.

On the sea, one person and one boat, walking slowly.

Zhang Tianshi carried his hands behind his back, and the breeze blew his gorgeous hair, which made him a little more immortal wind bones.

His eyes froze slightly.

Zhang Tianshi looked behind him.

Looking into the distance, through the heavy obstacles, Zhang Tianshi saw a purple thunder falling from the sky.

Fingers pinched.

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhang Tianshi's expression.

Retracting his gaze, the boat continued forward.

Last night's rolling dry thunder can be said to have woken up countless dreamers in the imperial capital, and many people couldn't help but run out of the house, wanting to see what was going on.

But the sky dome was black, and they could only hear the rolling thunder, but they didn't know what was going on above the sky.

Drought thunder in winter.

That's a bad omen.

This is a miracle that has not happened in hundreds of years.

Before dawn, the teahouse in the imperial capital is overcrowded, these people are all full of questions, almost all night without sleep, want to discuss a few words with the mother-in-law in the family, but the mother-in-law is just long hair, short knowledge, no assertiveness, but yawning.

So before dawn today, I got up in a hurry, but I was talking about last night's events.

All of a sudden, the teahouse was in full swing.

Li Qifeng's body skillfully shuttled in front of each tea table, or serving tea and pouring water, or bringing good pastries.

Suddenly, a figure hurried in.

There was endless shock in his expression.

"I also saw purple thunder before, and it was really purple thunder. ”

The voice of the visitor said excitedly.