"Why do you say you know me better than I do?" Tan Jian shook his head, "No, it's not an obsession!" ”

Yun Shi looked at Tan Jian, her eyes were as flat as water, and she said: "Two hundred years ago, in the Imperial Tomb, when you were possessed by the remnants of Chenyun's soul, at that time, it was the real you. ”

"Me at that time?" Tan Jian was stunned, and subconsciously searched for the memories of that time in his mind. But he didn't remember all the memories at that time, and now after so many years, he forgot even more, what he vaguely remembered was that he was just drilled into his body by something, and then Na slashed at Mo Zhiyu, he didn't even know how to get out of the emperor's tomb.

But suddenly, a phrase popped up from the depths of his mind: "There can be no one like me in this world, I am the only one!" Otherwise, grandpa won't want me! ”

The green tendons instantly burst on Tan Jian's forehead, and he subconsciously pressed the table in front of him, which was specially refined by the Xuanwu Pavilion, but it was still pinched out of the dent by him.

"Looks like you remember." Yun Shi showed her signature smile, "I thank you for letting me face my 'fate', but I can't turn back, so I hope you can still jump out."

If you want to continue to support my cause, I welcome you to join me. But if you still can't let go of the obsession in your heart, I won't stop you, but you will only be a casual cultivator from now on. There is no family power, only your own power.

Where to go, you can first weigh it in your heart. ”

"Are you treating me as a pawn of yours?" Tan Jian finally came back to his senses, he looked at Yun Shi with a cold face, and his eyes were full of pain of extreme suppression.

"Isn't that exactly what you want?" Yun Shi still smiled slightly, "Holding power and controlling the world, doesn't such a person treat all the people and things in the world as chess pieces?" How do you think you're going to be an exception? ”

"You're forcing me to find the Ink Delirium!" Tan Jian clenched his fists here, pressed it on the table, and his eyes lit up with the purple light unique to the Tan family, "I will definitely go to him, defeat him, kill him, and then come back with the Tian'a Sword." When the time comes, you'll have to let me be your sword!" ”

"I won't give you any promises," Yun Shi said with a smile, "You are free and do whatever you want, but you should also do well and suffer a tragic ending." ”

"It seems that you are not optimistic about my pawn." Tan Jian slammed his fist on the table and stood up, "I'll prove it to you, I won't be a whetstone on the path of Mo Zhiyu's advancement." ”

After speaking, Tan Jian turned around and left, without hesitation, and the door of this room was also closed without hesitation after Tan Jian left.

Once again, only Yun Shi was left in the room, and this time, she had no support and sat up straight. Her eyes were looking ahead, not at the door of the room, not at anywhere in the distance, not at anyone, but at herself.

In this empty room, she whispered, "Father, you see, I am finally sitting in this position, as you wish." ”

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Nanlu, Wuxi, forbidden land, a verdant bamboo forest.

This is not in the forbidden land, but in the southeast direction of the forbidden land, which is already on the border of the five streams. At one time, there was a small village here, but later, this village was swallowed up by the nearby large village, and the houses were destroyed and people died, leaving only a ruined wall.

Now, more than 200 years have passed, and the ruins are covered with green bamboo and green grass, and there is no trace of the original.

It is in the depths of this bamboo forest that there is a small grave. The tomb is made of stones, and gold dust is added between the stone cracks, and the stone tablet in front of the tomb is also like this, and the words carved on it are not painted with cinnabar red paint, but with gold powder, which makes people feel that this tomb owner must be a local old wealth in front of him, even if he can't catch up with the Qianwei Cheng family, he is also a rich party.

And on this stone stele, there is a carved sentence: "Lao Tzu Hu Hansan was also once brilliant." ”

Two men and a woman dressed in Nanlu costumes walked around the bronze tripod in front of the tomb and walked to the stele and saw this sentence.

"This fat man is indeed a bull." It was one of the women who spoke, she was dressed in the traditional Nanlu women's dress, an embroidered blue shirt with narrow sleeves and a pleated skirt that only reached the knee, and simply fell with some silver ornaments, but embroidered a different pattern tattoo on her face, which looked like a kind of enchantment.

This is Wanwan, and with her, of course, it's ink delirium.

In order to cover up, the two of them naturally disguised themselves as people from Nanlu, and they were also wearing human skin masks before, but when they got here, there was no need to cover up.

"Of course a fat man is a man." Mo Zhiyu responded to Wanwan, took the wine jug from his waist, poured it down the top of the stone tablet, and said the rest of the words to Hu Hansan, "Although I know you can't hear it, I still have to tell you: 'I'm sorry, I'm late'." ”

Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at him, there was a stubble around Mo Zhiyu's lips, which was a little more vicissitudes than when he was in Chang'an before, if she didn't know what Mo Zhiyu looked like before, now at first glance, she might not be able to recognize it.

She didn't know what that person had talked about with Mo Zhiyu at the beginning, but it was definitely not just the words that could make a big difference in a person, but many, many things, including Hu Hansan's death.

Out of friendship with her accomplices, Wanwan felt that she still had to be comforted, she said: "Don't blame yourself too much, Hu Fatzi didn't die for you, but for women, he was willing."

You also know that Hu Fatzi has no other women in his life, let alone any children, not even illegitimate children, and walks very cleanly. As for his subordinates, Cheng Qixue has already taken them all, so you don't have to feel guilty at all. ”

"Has anyone told you," Mo Zhiyu looked up at Wanwan, his gaze faint, "You are very inconsolable." ”

"Hey, I'm rare to be kind, do you have to be so ignorant?" Wanwan immediately made a face.

Mo Zhiyu ignored Wanwan, but looked far away and cast his eyes into the distance. Of course, Wanwan knew that Mo Zhiyu sensed that someone was coming, so she also followed his gaze and saw a woman in Tsing Yi coming out of the bamboo forest.

The woman was dressed very plainly, without powder, and her hair was tied up very casually. If it weren't for the obvious Donglu style of this dress, it would only make people think that this was just an ordinary mountain country girl in the southern continent.

But it must not be the mountain and wild townswoman who can come here, but Luo Bingqian.

(End of chapter)