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Ever since the death of the Emperor, the name "Eternal Life" has become a joke, and the astrological platform built by the Emperor for immortality has not been cared for.

The Qingyuan army went south, the empire's finances were tight, and the life of the astrological platform was even more difficult, and now there are less than twenty people still guarding the astrological platform, which is not as strict as it once was.

The world changes dramatically, often in an instant.

"Dah."

"Dah."

……

The sound of slow footsteps, constantly knocking on the tranquil astrological platform, brought a touch of life to this lifeless environment.

An old man, with a serene countenance, a steady and powerful step, and a sturdy step on the ground, dressed in a simple white plain robe, looked as if a relative or friend had died.

When the old man finally came to the astrological platform, he raised his hand to cover the sun, looked at the tall three gods, and seemed to be very emotional.

It was the first time he had been here since the astrology was established.

"As a great Confucian, Lord Shoufu personally set foot in the astrological platform and spread it, which inevitably chilled the hearts of readers."

A slightly hoarse woman's voice rang out, drifting around the observatory, not knowing where it came from.

Lord Shoufu, naturally, is the first assistant Ouyang Zhiyuan.

Ouyang Zhiyuan showed a calm look in his prosperous eyes, and did not respond to the woman's emotion, "When the old man was twelve years old, you predicted that our Luochuan Ouyang clan would have great luck, saying that I, Ouyang Zhiyuan, was the first person in my Ouyang clan in three hundred years. ”

"Not bad."

"Hehe, it's a pity, you are not the only one who can watch the sky at night, Luo Qiucicada is dead, the pattern of the world has become a fixed formula, your prediction, true or false, is useless."

The woman exhaled, as if she was secretly laughing, "Please." ”

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't say much, turned around slowly, and walked off the astrology platform again, as if he came this time just to show his victory arrogantly.

Only Ouyang Zhiyuan himself knew what the temptation just now meant.

A woman who has lived for hundreds of years, I'm afraid, can't be simply described as a demon.

The son was silent, and the strange force was confused.

It's a pity that in this vast world, there are some existences after all, which make ordinary people's hearts palpitate.

Even if he Ouyang Zhiyuan is not exempt from vulgarity.

Behind the statue of the astrological platform, a woman in white flashed, and she didn't seem to care about Ouyang Zhiyuan's words just now.

The woman looked at the three masked gods and sighed, "The last chance for the empire to reverse is also gone." ”

In her eyes, she had already seen the change of ownership of Bian'an City.

Although he sighed, he did not have the slightest nostalgia, just like an old man who was used to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze.

Thinking of Ouyang Zhiyuan's provocation just now, the woman said to herself: "Seeing the celestial phenomena and changing the celestial phenomena are worlds apart. ”

Empire, dead.

……

West Wilderness, West Mansion City.

Zuo Yin and his party of three came to a mansion.

Looking at the mansion with luxurious door decorations, Zuo Yin looked at Lin Xiuwen and suddenly asked: "This mansion is Yang Zi'an's property?" ”

Lin Xiuwen smiled slightly, didn't look back directly, and asked, "Why do you think so?" ”

Zuo Yin pointed to the surroundings of the mansion, "There are traces of destruction on the left, right and in front of this mansion, and it is obviously the handiwork of Zhu Yiwei, not the ruffians and hooligans in Xifu City, they can avoid this mansion, which naturally can explain a lot of things." ”

Lin Xiuwen nodded, "That's right, this is the territory of the Yang clan of Caijun in Xifu City, after the rebels occupied it, Lei Xiaotian originally wanted to take it into public ownership, but Luo Qiucian refused." ”

Zuo Yin sighed, "It seems that Mr. Luo has expected a lot of things a long time ago. ”

After speaking, Zuo Yin looked back and looked at Luo Qianqian behind him, who was just looking at this mansion, and there was still a little sleepiness in his eyes.

Ordinary people who don't have martial arts cultivation are naturally inferior to Zuo Yin in terms of energy.

Luo Qianqian felt Zuo Yin's caring eyes, and she shook her head, "It's okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the mansion slowly opened.

Zuo Yin narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly, ready to draw his knife at any time.

After the red lacquer gate was opened, a young man dressed in white and gold stood solemnly.

The young man's face is as white as jade, between his eyebrows and eyes, but he does not have the slickness and shrewdness of a businessman, but is more like a young man, and under the inheritance of hundreds of years of family business, he has added a touch of unique temperament to this young man.

This person gives Zuo Yin a very peculiar feeling, obviously there is a cynical attitude on his body, but at this moment, he gives people a serious momentum, and the two completely different temperaments are integrated in his body.

cynicism, like Lu Muchu.

Treat it seriously, just like Lu Zilong.

And the white clothes on his body, the corners are decorated with gold wires, and the gold wires twist and circle all the way, and finally turn into a flower on the right chest of the young man.

Gladiolus.

Golden gladiolus.

Zuo Yin was a little interested.

Lin Xiuwen seemed to have met Yang Zi'an a long time ago, he turned around directly, stretched out his hand and said, "You don't need me to introduce you." ”

Zuo Yin nodded, looked at the young man, and still arched his hand: "Cangnan, Zuo Yin." ”

The young man in white lowered his body slightly, stretched out his right hand, and said calmly: "Yang Zi'an." ”

The sound is clear and clean, yet unfathomable as an abyss.

Zuo Yin looked at Yang Zi'an's outstretched right hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his right hand as well.

The two shook each other.

The gears of fate have been slowly running since then, surrounding the two young people, and the pattern of the world is surging.

At this moment when the time was almost frozen, the grassland "Heavenly Khan" Dugu Hong was hunting near Jin County, Shoufu Ouyang Zhiyuan had just left the astrological platform, Yan King Lu Xuanlang was still buried in government affairs, Cui Jiuling was at the head of the city of Yanlong Pass, looking at the thousands of pitch-black forests and was silent, in the grassland, a middle-aged man surnamed Bai ended his retreat, Lu Zilong looked at the corpses on the battlefield all over the field, his eyes were indifferent, Lu Muchu held a birdcage and walked around the street.

Countless people have countless lives.

At this moment, they are all busy with their own business.

In the world, most people don't know what Zuo Yin and Yang Zi'an's handshake means.

King of the Southern Barbarians, General of the Pillar Kingdom, Zuo Yin.

Emperor Shizu of the Great Wei, Yang Zi'an.

General Zhu Guoda, Lin Xiuwen.

In the future, the four people in the Eight Pillars of the Great Wei Dynasty have gathered on the battlefield of the Western Wilderness.

……

On the astrological platform, the woman in white faces three idols.

Southern Xinjiang, in the palace of giant bones, the woman in red laughed silently, "The encounter between the 'emperor' and the 'king' is really exciting, but it's a pity that in the same era, there are six people with the qualifications of 'emperor', and the so-called Yuliang dispute is nothing more than that." ”

The statue in the palace, at this moment, actually trembled slightly.

It seems to be, laughing.

On the grassland, a man in black clothes enveloped his whole body, sitting cross-legged.

As if sensing something, he raised his head slightly, and then gently plucked a grass beside him and looked at it carefully.

"When the autumn water comes, hundreds of rivers irrigate the river, after all, it is irresistible?"

The voice was hoarse, the bytes were scattered, and it seemed that he had not spoken for a long time.

The former high priest of the grassland, the former commander of the Cangnan Army and Forestry Department, and the current high priest of the grassland, Du Wanli looked at the grass in his hand and became silent. (To be continued.) )