Seven days later, the blood-haired young man entered Yandu alone, and in an instant, the whole country was boiling, and he bowed wildly!

Cold-eyed and indifferent to all beings, he entered the palace of the imperial city alone, hundreds of officials served, the ministers knelt to greet him, passed through the pavilion, and finally saw the mysterious King Yan in the palace. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Close-up, if out of the water of the hibiscus, graceful, far-sighted, such as the independence of the world, feathering and ascending to the immortal.

The incense is rising, Yan Wang Tian sits, waiting for the guests, light gauze plain clothes, it is difficult to hide the beautiful posture. Put the coffee table in front, brew fragrant tea, raise your hands lightly, slightly expose your lotus arms, and invite you to sit together.

Although the veil does not cover the beauty of heaven and man, the eyes of the immortal war king are shaking, the headache is splitting, and countless memories are flooding in.

An ancient sea, an ancient tree, a young man.

There is a table under the tree, the table is a chessboard, he is on the left, the sky is on the right, playing with the sky, the hearty killing is hearty, the killing is difficult to solve, a young girl quietly came.

The green onion white tender fingers blindfolded him, and playfully asked, "Guess who I am?" "The girl's voice is very beautiful, as crisp as a lark.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he teased: "I can't guess." ”

The girl pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph, big villain, I can't even guess it, ignore you." ”

He took her hand and took it into his arms, and looked at each other with a thick sense of friendship, and the girl blushed like a sweet cherry, and his lips went to hers.

"Boom!"

The picture is broken, still under the tree, he holds the long sword in his hand, drops of blood falling, he is furious, his eyes are torn, opposite him, the love of his life is weak and falling, he holds her tightly.

Her face was pale, leaning weakly in his arms, a bronze ancient sword was inserted into the atrium, blood stained the placket red, she raised her lotus arm with difficulty, wiped the messy hair on his forehead with a smile, and said gently: "The love of the king, there are no regrets in this life." ”

He looked at her, clasped his arms tightly, tears rained down, she fell asleep, and fell asleep with the most beautiful face in the world.

He hugged her, looking up to the sky and roaring, indescribable hurt spreading from the bottom of his heart.

The picture turned again, he became a scholar, reading hard in the cold window, full of economy, a chance encounter, he met her, it was a beautiful woman, the lips are not red and red, the eyebrows are not painted but green, the appearance is beautiful, the muscles and bones are moist, when they are quiet, they are like flowers shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Love at first sight, vows.

She fell in love with his brilliance.

He loved his gentleness like water.

When the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, when there is a lot of love, the scholar dies for no reason, and there is no ending......

Outside the window, the green grass is like a tree, a hundred flowers are blooming, and the cicadas are gently chirping into his ears, waking him up, and the beautiful woman next to him looks forward and says softly: "Why don't you go to bed and sleep when you're tired?" ”

In this life, he was very happy and flawless, but he always felt that something was missing, until the woman in his arms said when she was dying: "You don't love me, it's her." ”

Flat bottom blast thunder, inner roar.

What is the relationship between the three stories and the three characters? He was at a loss. The vicissitudes of life, the drastic changes in the world, he is like a hurried passerby, leaving no traces.

King Yan looked at the man in front of him, with big eyes, a towering nose bridge, and a not very handsome face, with persistence and bitterness, even if this person killed the sky and wept blood, the sky killed was intolerable!

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and the rich sadness was like a substance, rippling, he woke up and walked slowly towards King Yan.

In the overwhelmed eyes of King Yan, he looked at her affectionately, her heart was difficult to calm down, and the softest place was touched, he came to her side and gently stroked her beautiful cheeks.

The feelings of the three worlds, how can you forget, how dare you forget?

The fingers swam, like caressing a lover, too gentle, and the hand swam behind her ear, about to lift the veil, and just before she knew why, he left, and disappeared without looking back.

The moment he left, her heart ached, she seemed to see something in his eyes.

He didn't lift her veil and left with a heavy sadness, he didn't have the courage to face it, he wanted to leave the last good thing.

King Yan silently watched him leave, gradually moving away, until the other party's figure disappeared, she was still watching, at the moment when the other party left, her heart suddenly hurt, she wanted to rush up and hug him.

After that, for a long time, he did not appear, and some say: he killed too much, was tired of it, and lived in seclusion somewhere. Others say that he was so badly injured in the previous battle that he needed to recuperate, and the silence at this time was only for more crazy killings in the future.

Alone, like an ascetic, wandering alone, with no end, no end, his heart filled with a thick sadness, no beginning, no end to the story, haunting him, why did it appear, why did he not remember, why, who was he? Where did it come from? He began to think for a long time.

The lonely ghost is the most inconspicuous, he looks at the moon in the sky all day long, so quietly, without saying a word, without drinking or eating.

Time passed, and after a long, long time, he sat in place, experienced rain, snow, wind and frost, a hundred years of stagnation, his body was covered with mud, and birds and beasts passed by, thinking that it was a stone, staying for a long time, and then getting up and flying away.

A few years later, with a loud sound that shook the entire dark realm, the stone statue was torn apart, and a black-haired young man walked out of it, with a thick bookish atmosphere, picturesque eyebrows, and indifferent like a fairy.

In the realm of darkness, there is a supreme mountain range, called the Fierce Domain, in which there are hundreds of millions of fierce beasts, it is a forbidden area for human beings, the undead war demons come out again, the Seven Kingdoms are shaken, what does his comeback represent? Is it a bloody killing or a ......

At the moment when people were panicking, he broke into the fierce realm alone, although the beast was not as intelligent as a human, but the perception of danger was ten times better than that of people, and he took the initiative to get out of the way, and a few of them were easily killed by him, with his current strength, the dark realm, there were too few people who could threaten him.

A few days later, on the first peak, there was a shocking battle, the specific situation was unknown, some people watched from afar, saw the Dapeng bird roaring, as if it was fighting with people, the wings danced, the sky overturned, stirring up boundless wind and clouds.

Some strong people speculate that it is the fierce leader who has a civil war and competes for the throne of the king, and some people say that there are extremely strong people who enter and want to kill the Dapeng bird.

The battle came to an end, the dazzling red light flashed, a sword cut off half of the mountain, the battle subsided, a few days later, Peng Bird flew out from the fierce leader, its wings opened, like a cloud hanging from the sky, a young man on the bird's head stood with a smile.

Peng Bird flew over the four countries, approached the Qin capital, stopped from the top of the royal city, and after a long absence, the immortal war king came to the Qin country again, and fought to the death.

The sword is in hand, drawing the sword is a slash, this slash, the mountains and rivers are discolored, this slash, the sun and the moon have no light, this slash, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks.

The devastating sword light did not destroy the royal city in the slightest, and a light lit up outside of Qin, and it was this layer of light curtain that stopped the sword light. If one sword is not successful, three more swords will be made.

The three swords came out at the same time, the power increased exponentially, the light was unified, the enchantment could no longer bear it, and it shattered, and the soldiers of the Qin State did not run wildly like the other six countries, but bowed to the royal city with their eyes feverishly.

Their bodies are the king's, their flesh and their flesh's, their hearts the king's, and they are the king's subjects forever.

Peng Bird's wings spread for eight thousand miles, covering the sky and the sun, enveloping the royal city, and staring at the royal capital with cold eyes, but the reflection in its pupils was a thick jealousy, which came from the royal city under its body.

In the center of the main hall, there is a throne, five feet five inches and five minutes wide, nine feet nine inches and nine minutes long, nine dragons are entangled, representing the ultimate of power, ninety-five supreme.

Above the throne, there is a person sitting upright, about twenty years old, ordinary eyes, ordinary eyebrows, ordinary nose, all kinds of ordinary combinations, forming an extraordinary face, after the extreme, showing grace.

He is the master of all things, the emperor of the peak, the king of the dark world, the eight wildernesses, vertical and horizontal, heaven and earth, I am the only one!

King Qin sat leisurely on the dragon chair, not caring about his arrogance, comfortably admiring the magnificent flowers in front of him, the flowers bloom with seven petals, the petals are different in color, the colors are blurred, this flower is not a human flower, representing the ultimate beauty of the world.

The flower is three feet high, floating in the air, with many white bubbles attached to the roots, and there seem to be living creatures wriggling in the bubbles, in such a complex dark realm, this creature is very fragile, without fangs and mouths, without strong physique, without soaring wings, they are called - people.

The mystery was revealed, the place where he fled was outside the city of King Qin, I have to say that fate played a joke, if he hadn't escaped that day, I am afraid that today can only be used as flower fertilizer.

Is it a coincidence that fate causes and effect, the fate of reincarnation? Or is it ......