Wei Siyuan looked at the teacup in his hand and didn't say a word for a long time.

In the silence of the entire front hall, only the occasional passing by the front hall made the sound of small footsteps.

The old priest of the Tidi clan died, and for the current situation, many trivial matters in Wei Siyuan's heart began to slowly change.

The agreement signed earlier by the two sides, as well as the commitments made to Ou Yu, seem to be difficult to fulfill.

The old priest of the Tidi clan is a sage cultivator, but at the moment, Wei Siyuan has no experience to think about how a sage fell.

After a long time, Wei Siyuan could only sigh helplessly.

At the same time, Ou Yu on the side closed his eyes slightly, and after Wei Siyuan's sigh, he slowly spoke:

"Don't worry, the old man has already let go of his old man from his heart, and he will try his best to complete the agreement with you."

Since Ou Yu sensed the strangeness of Gu Sheng, his heart has been clear, and his love for Concubine Wen has gradually changed with time, and he is no longer so stubbornly persistent.

I don't know when it started, Ou Yu suddenly thought of what Gu Sheng had said, everything is fate, we are just pawns under the starry sky of this Tianluo.

Perhaps, he is destined to have no results with Concubine Wen in this life.

Changing your life against the sky?

It's not that he has lost the persistence and arrogance of these decades, but he feels that there is no meaning.

It doesn't matter if it's a chess piece, or a hit.

Everything seems to have gone in the dark again.

After hearing Ou Yu's words, Wei Siyuan smiled helplessly, although he had a lot to say, he could only nod at the end.

"I seem to see myself at the end."

Wei Siyuan sighed, and an extremely large sense of powerlessness swept through his chest, suppressing it to the point that he felt powerless for the first time.

Yes, he had exhausted all his calculations, but after learning of the death of the old priest of the Tidi tribe, he became so pale and weak.

These factors, which he considered the most immutable, are now the most vulnerable.

"Do you know why I've been obsessed with resurrecting Concubine Wen all these years?"

Ou Yu glanced at Wei Siyuan on the side, and from his expression, he also saw too many negative emotions, or the powerless depression in his consciousness.

He used to have this feeling, when he learned that Concubine Wen was going to marry the first emperor of the Ye Dynasty, he also questioned Gu Sheng, but in the face of the strength of a saint like Gu Sheng, he also made up his mind to cultivate and become holy.

Everything seemed to be arranged, a goal that many people find difficult to pursue in their lives, and he did it.

At that moment, he felt that he was radiant, as if he had mastered the life and death of the world, so when he had just broken through to sanctification, he came to the city.

Standing proudly on top of the Imperial City of Kyoto alone, he despised the common people just to be able to get the woman he loved.

It was at the moment when he was most confident that it was not the scholar Kong Mo who suddenly appeared, nor the so-called Haoran righteousness.

It was Concubine Wen who confronted him with the first emperor at that time.

That look made Ou Yu, who was a sage, feel powerless.

At that moment, Ou Yu felt that he had fallen into real despair, he could decide the life and death of the entire imperial city and even the people of the Ye Dynasty, but he could not change the hatred of the woman he loved in front of him.

So he lost, not to the so-called Haoran righteousness.

Haoran righteousness? Hmph, as a poison saint, even if he can't crush the book saint Kong Mo, he can definitely drag the entire Ye Dynasty to destroy with him.

But he didn't do that, he was afraid, afraid that the most beloved woman in front of him would not even hate himself because of his actions, and would completely erase himself from his heart.

That's why Ou Yu preferred to bow down and be sent to this far north.

Maybe it's because he still has a ridiculous unrealistic hope in his heart.

I hope that the woman in front of me was just deceived by the first emperor of the Ye Dynasty, and as long as she persists, she will be able to meet again one day.

However, in the end, what gave Ou Yu the most heartache was the news of Concubine Wen's death one day.

At that moment, Ou Yu went crazy, and he felt that his last hope of survival had been completely wiped out.

He rose up angrily, standing on top of the city in the northern frontier, looking at the crowd of beings in front of him, that kind of desperate resentment made him release the true power of the poison saint.

However, it leaves the bottom line of the final meaning.

In the midst of his anger, Ou Yu still remembered that once on the imperial city of Kyoto, the beloved woman made his last request to him.

Don't hurt the people of the Ye Dynasty.

Ou Yu didn't do that, so the entire north of Northern Xinjiang, dark green venom was sprinkled on the Tidi clan.

It's really a thousand miles away, and there is no grass.

"At that moment, it was the thing that I felt would not change the most, but it changed, and it broke me from my heart."

Ou Yu said the last sentence lightly, and Wei Siyuan, who was on the side, was so quiet for the first time, and listened to Ou Yu's story without any distractions in his heart.

Ou Yu looked at Wei Siyuan, and the extremely rare softness in his eyes also made Wei Siyuan understand Ou Yu's concern.

Wei Siyuan naturally wouldn't be like those secular people, sighing on the side how Ou Yu was so affectionate.

However, I can understand from Ou Yu's narration that to live, you have to persevere, and sometimes there is no reason to do so.

"Hehe, it's the first time for my predecessors to tell me this so frankly, but it's a pity that I, Wei, have lived in scheming all my life, and I can't say any words of admiration."

Ou Yu shook his head slightly, and laughed along, looking at Wei Siyuan in front of him, he also knew in his heart that he had eased Fang Cai's depression, so he quipped:

"I'll tell you, and I don't expect to hear those sayings from your mouth, besides, if it weren't for today, how would you be in the mood to listen to the old man finish his thoughts?"

After the two looked at each other, they burst out laughing.

Huainan Palace, Zhou Yangfeng sat in the study, a middle-aged man in front of him, elegant appearance, deep eyes, a quiet smile at the corner of his mouth, and a lofty instrument.

"Uncle Wang, as you expected, behind this Wang Jia is the remnants of the group of leveling kings."

Zhou Yangfeng bowed to the middle-aged man in front of him very respectfully.

And this man looked at Zhou Yangfeng's respectful attitude, and just nodded slightly, and there was a flicker in his eyes.

This person is the king of Kangchuan, Wu Xuanluo.

"Virtuous nephew, now in this world, we have already had their own hearts, but it's a pity that Qian Jing cherishes that waste and has no ambition, but your father has always been nostalgic for fireworks and willow lane, otherwise our three kings will not be much weaker than him Wei Siyuan."