Looking at the statue is a simple matter, looking up at it a few times, it only takes a few breaths from head to toe, and it will be unobstructed, the appearance, dress, and temperament are engraved in his heart in an instant, and Su Qi also confirmed that this statue on the snow mountain is very similar to the one dug out of the ice field, but it is not the same person.

The trouble lies in the square stele at the foot of the statue, the stele is not big, the words carved on it are not professional, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance is not fake, but it is too sloppy, not like it is from the hands of a serious carver, more like someone has nothing to do, casually picked a stone, cut it into a square stele, and sat lazily in front of the stele, did not think, raised his hand to carve, thought of where to write, write to rise, may also say two sentences "thief God", "the world is impermanent", "go to your mother" and the like.

As for this content, Su Qi thought it was nothing more than some biographical things, recording the identity and life of the owner of this statue, if he had a heart, he would sing praises of virtue, but he didn't expect that there was actually only one story recorded on this stone tablet.

tells the story of a woman's peerless elegance.

Lost her father at the age of three, lost her mother at the age of seven, and died at the age of ten and her brother, she is the most desolate and miserable girl in the world, the clansmen said that her life was too hard, and her luck was with a knife, which was not something that ordinary people could suppress, so she killed her parents, this kind of rumor came out, no one dared to adopt her, the house leaked when it rained, and the house at home was occupied by several bullies, and she was thrown out, and the ten-year-old girl had no way, and she lived on the street and became half a beggar.

The reason why it is said to be half is because this girl is quite clever, before being kicked out, she secretly took the only little savings left in the family, not much, every day to calculate the life, only spend a copper plate every day, buy two steamed buns, if you meet a well-wisher, enjoy a bowl of rice, this day a copper plate can be saved, if the luck is really good, morning and evening two meals are settled, it is a happy thing for half a month.

This kind of day lasted for a year, and no matter how much she saved, the girl's money was almost spent, and it should have been a time when she was anxious, but the girl was very open-minded, and she had no money anyway, so what else could she do?

As soon as the meat bun arrived, the girl took a bite, and a miserable old man appeared in front of her, dressed more torn than her, with a messy chicken nest-like hair that had not been washed for half a year, a large beard, full of stains, and staring at the bun in her hand with green eyes.

The girl fought with heaven and man, and finally chose to divide the old man's half.

Just half of it.

The old man eats it is called a fast, and when he finishes eating, and when the girl finishes eating, the girl will have a master.

Cultivation is a hard time, even if the girl who has been wandering on the street for half a year, full and hungry, also describes that period of time, the old man is very strict and ruthless, throwing the girl into the vast mountains full of fierce beasts, and also throwing her into the cold and silent world where there is not even half a living thing in the ice and snow, and when the girl's cultivation is a little higher, she kicks it into a place of fire that is enough to heat mortals to death.

Although the days are hard, but she can survive, at least she has someone to accompany most of the time, can eat well, can have good clothes to wear, for this open-minded girl, this is a good day that has not been lived for a long time, and when she learns to fly in the air, she will be even happier, even if it is the master's rigorous training, in her eyes there is always some joy of strict master out of high apprentices, sticks out of filial piety.

But the misfortune of life may really be that she is too hard in her life.

The old man did not live for five years, and when she walked out of an ancient place with only rivers and waves, the old man had already sat down, and did not give her a chance to say goodbye, and sat cross-legged under the tree and waited for her, with a burden beside him, and seven or eight lines of words were written on the ground.

The girl complied.

Then she went out into the world with the package.

At this time, she has grown up, knows a lot of things, and has begun to see injustices, and only then does she know that the darkness and sin among the monks are better than those mortals, and those who have too strong power will make people desperate if they do evil, but she is no longer the thin little girl she was six years ago, but a monk who really has mountains and rivers in her heart and the sun and moon in her hands.

When encountering injustice, it is good to smash it with a punch.

So she fought a lot of battles, fought a lot of people, big factions and small sects, dynasties and ancient lands, because she was stupid, she didn't reason, she simply punched over, the other party couldn't stop it, this truth was naturally finished, the other party blocked it, so she immediately slipped away, found a place to practice seriously, finished cultivating, and punched back again.

Slowly, it hit until there was no one in the world to fight.

So what?

She's lazy.

Build a dynasty and face the first 3,000? She's bored.

I simply went to find the old man's tomb, built a small wooden house, and lived in seclusion alone.

Is there anyone who has ever loved her? Is there anyone who loves her?

Naturally, there are some, but along the way, maybe it's because of her character, maybe it's fate, maybe it's because she still remembers the clansman's sentence "It's all your fault", and all feelings are inseparable.

The peaceful days didn't last long.

The flames of war suddenly broke out, and the whole world was in mourning.

The girl didn't think much of it...... No, at this time, she should be called the empress, and she took that burden again and went out to fight the world.

There are not many comrades in arms, but the enemies are overwhelming, but she doesn't care, after all, she has been like this all these years, she is dressed in black, fighting from the south to the north, from the capital of the dynasty to the end of the world, the number of people saved is countless, countless people chant her name, kneel down to worship her majesty, and admire her elegance.

But...... This is a hopeless war, there are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around her, and there are only twelve people left who are qualified to stand on the battlefield, including her.

There is no way, so you can only break the boat.

The wise minds of the twelve finally decided to send thousands of Terrans away from the world of imminent destruction in search of new hope, which was a good plan, but it needed someone to stop those enemies.

She stood up without hesitation, without thinking much about it, in fact, it was also this decision.

Before the final battle, it was suggested that we should all erect a statue of ourselves, and by the way, write a monument, so that perhaps thousands of years from now, someone will still remember what we did.

Everyone agreed, but she thought about it for a long time, and she didn't know what to write, so she just did what she wanted, and wrote a story.

And at the end of this story, the girl was a little naughty and wrote the most domineering name in her life.

Zhao Qinglan, the ancient empress.