"Master, are you awake?"

In a gorgeous inner room, Fu Tuwei opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a girl she didn't know, thirteen or fourteen years old, green pheasant, and a little thin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Who are you. He asked.

"I'm Qing'er, you don't know me. The girl was a little ignorant, with a blank and confused face.

"Then who am I. He continued.

"You're my lord. She put the copper basin in her hand on the shelf, and said while kneading the vegetarian brocade.

"And what is my name?"

The girl wiped her face for Fu Tu Wei, although she didn't know why the young man asked so, she still said: "Your name is Fu Tu Wei, the word is fearless, and you are the only son of Fu Tu Mi, the servant of the Great Qin Household Department......"

As the girl slowly narrates, Fu Tuwei gradually understands his identity, but more of it is still confused.

Isn't he supposed to fight with the underworld, but why did he become the son of a squire?

Fu Tuwei was silent.

He remembered the day when the Imperial Concubine killed the soul with a sword and then buried him, and when he returned from the corpse, he provoked the gaze of the will of hell and sent the underworld to wipe him out.

Hmmm? Not true!

Fu Tu Wei frowned, about why those memories had become blurred, what was the matter, Fu Tu Wei stretched out his hand blankly, and there was no familiar five-color roulette wheel on his plain white palm.

In the body, there is no longer those familiar powers.

That is, he is a waste.

The mountain boundary, or the mountain boundary.

But Fu Tu Wei is no longer the Fu Tu Wei.

The Great Qin Household Minister, a third-grade official, is also a powerful Nine Shadows, but his only son is unable to practice.

It's hard to imagine.

You must know that when this son was five years old, the Holy Emperor Weifu had said in a private interview that this son should be ranked as the ninth prince one day!

On that day, Futu Wei became famous in Xianyang.

Ten years later, its name is even better.

The pride of the sky today, the incompetent waste of today.

On this day, the fifteen-year-old boy woke up and became different.

He was always in the palace library, flipping through all kinds of scriptures, as if he was looking for something.

When he had read through the thousands of books, he was gray-haired, and he said to the maid beside him, who was still a pheasant girl: "It turns out that I really had a dream like that back then. ”

"Master. The maiden took him by the arm and said, "Let us go home." ”

"Okay, go home. ”

One old and one young, walked out of the palace, walked out of Xianyang, and walked back to their hometown.

In fact, in their eyes, everything in Xianyang is also a dream.

All kinds of eyes behind him, the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, couldn't make them stop.

When he comes, glory reigns.

When returning, the breeze is on both sleeves.

In the Futu Mansion, the three people looked at the figure of the old man and the young man, and they didn't know what to say.

In the palace, the Holy Emperor and a child-faced Taoist were also staring at the two figures.

"Eighty years ago, sir, you were blind. "Holy Emperor Road.

The Taoist smiled and didn't say anything, just looked at the back of the gaze, which became more and more profound, he looked up at the sky, muttered for a long time, and then said: "This son, when he can be ranked as the ninth prince......!"

A trace of incomprehension flashed in the Holy Emperor's eyes, but the Taoist didn't explain, just laughed and walked away, extremely chic.

Heaven is not to be taken lightly.

The half-sentence hidden in my heart is-

It's just that the minister is not the minister, and the king is not the king.

Twenty years later, the old man on his dying days said to the maid beside him, who still looked like a girl:

"Actually, that's not a dream, is it? ”

"Master, you've been thinking about that dream all your life. The girl said helplessly.

"No, that's not a dream. The old man's eyes were shining, and his whole face was rosy.

Seeing this scene, the girl cried: "Yes, that's not a dream. ”

The girl clasped the old man's hand and continued, "...... This is the dream. ”

The old man's face turned pale again, his eyes darkened, he muttered a word, and then closed his eyes forever, never to open them again.

"Here, it's not a dream......

The girl cried out in pain, crying heartbreakingly, at a certain moment, her cry was gone, the sadness on her face disappeared without a trace, the whole person became indifferent, she looked at the corpse on the bed, and uttered an ancient and inexplicable language from her mouth:

"Here, it's not a dream, it's reincarnation. ”

With that, the indifference in the girl's body disappeared, and she looked sad on her face, leaning over in pain.

The scene just now seemed like a dream.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked into the room, and between the sleeves, the girl fell asleep.

The old man looked at the dead man on the bed with a complicated expression.

The girl who should have been unconscious opened her eyes, and what flowed in her eyes were the vicissitudes of life that were older than ancient times.

She confronted him.

"I didn't think that there was a character like you in this world. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "What kind of character is the old man." ”

"I can see through the reincarnation technique of my race, except for the Great Emperor of the Human Race, there are only those who have stepped on the ancient sages, even if they are old, they are still not to be underestimated!"

"Old decay can see it, but it can't see through it. The old man's expression was complicated, his eyes were cloudy, but they seemed to be as deep as a galaxy.

"I don't know if I know your name?"

"Old decay Qingxi Mountain people, but more people call me Guiguzi!"

"Son, the sage of the ancient road!"

The girl stared at the old man for a moment, and then staggered to the head of the bed, the ruthlessness and vicissitudes of life on her body had disappeared without a trace.

The old man, who claimed to be from Qingxi Mountain, looked at the corpse on the bed that was even older than him, and smiled wordlessly.

"Idiot, idiot. ”

The old man chuckled, and with a flick of his sleeves, Fu Tuwei's body turned into nothing.

At this moment, in the world, whether it was Emperor Qin, or the head of the Futu family who had been ranked as the Ninth Duke, or everyone in Xianyang City, at this moment, the memory of Futu Wei in their minds gradually faded.

In the world, it is as if there has never been such a person.

The old man of Qingxi swept the dust, and the lines of cause and effect that were difficult to find with the naked eye appeared, filling the heavens and the earth, entangled with the corpse that had turned into nothing, but these lines of cause and effect were fading and disappearing at this time.

The old man frowned.

This does not bode well.

In deep thought, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the thickest line of cause and effect.

This causal line is connected to the girl named Qing'er at one end, and the body of Futu Wei that has turned into nothing.

"The great world is coming, the most chaotic era in the mountain realm is coming, as the lord of the Dao Mountain, how can you transcend and cut off all the cause and effect?!"

The old man's voice was heavy, with resolute guilt, and he pointed at the corpse that had disappeared and could not be seen with the naked eye.

With the old man's finger, on the bed in the room, the old body of Fu Tu Wei gradually emerged, and the dead qi on his body gradually dissipated, and the entire body became plump, and the white hair turned into black hair in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy appeared in this world as if he was asleep, his body was full of life, but there was no spirituality, no soul!

All the threads of cause and effect in him faded, except for the thread that connected the girl.

Cause and effect are not added to it, except for her.

A detached person is at ease, and all kinds of causes and effects are not touched, but now in this coming troubled world, how can he be left alone?

This cause and effect is a shackle and a fetter.

The old man's eyes darkened slightly, he sighed, and muttered to himself: "In this world, I owe you a cause and effect, and I, Daqin, owe you a cause and effect!"

Cough.

The old man coughed up blood, his ruddy face turned pale, and his whole person became extremely depressed, and it was not easy for him to force the cause and effect line of a detached metamorphosis to him, and the price paid was difficult to describe in words.

"Idiot, idiot. Don't complain, don't complain. ”

The old man shook his head and sighed, flicked his sleeves and brought the two of them into the supreme small world, and strode away.

There was no looking back.

Behind the old man, the objects that had left traces of Futu Wei scattered with the wind.