Emperor Qing's fist was always so steady and powerful, full of kingly spirit, and he easily penetrated the obstacles in front of him, just like he had often done in his life.

In this continent, in the history of these decades, there are not many people who can survive being hit by Emperor Qing, and the old monster of Sigu Jian is rotten, and he can only survive with Fei Jie's strange poison, but Fan Xian relied on the spell left by the bitter lotus, and with the wonderful body method of sweeping dozens of zhang, to the surprise of Emperor Qing, he forcibly avoided the terrifying power contained in that fist.

Wuzhu didn't avoid this punch, and really forbade the impact of the infinite true qi in Emperor Qing's body, and the chest was hit and collapsed, but he didn't fall down, because if the top realm in the world is the great grandmaster, if the only loophole of the great grandmaster is that they are still like mortals, then Wuzhu obviously does not have this loophole, and his body is definitely the strongest among the great grandmasters.

He just stood up again and approached Emperor Qing again on the wet ground.

He walked in front of Emperor Qing again, the black cloth on his face did not move, the iron hammer in his hand waved, and the air was silent, because it was too fast, and the people who were still alive could not see what was happening on the stone steps at all, nor could they hear any sound.

His Majesty the Emperor did not retreat, the faint gray light flashed in his pupils, and he stood on the stone steps with his feet steady, just as he proclaimed in the Hanging Temple, full of infinite domineering and self-confidence, he never took a step back in his life, no matter what enemy he faced.

He punched again, and the fist that emitted a faint glow like jade instantly dried up the moisture in the air, and hit Wuzhu's abdomen straight up.

At this time, Wuzhu's iron drill was like a clear light cast from the sky, unstoppable, and it hit Emperor Qing's left shoulder in a desperate situation.

The strong people who have reached their realm, in the last battle of each other's lives, have already abandoned the external disguise and skills, and in the word real potential, the potential has been in their physical temperament, purely touching each other in reality, just like the sentence in the quotations made by the Taishi ancestor of the bitter lotus master, Genchen: Take off your clothes!

The duel between the two peerless powerhouses is just the simplest performance art of indifference and indifference, getting rid of the appearance of a qiē, just ** bare ground, like primitive people, in the snow, next to the volcano, and in the grassland beasts, practicing the most perfect killing skills.

............ His Majesty's left shoulder shattered with a click, blood burst out from his lips, but his indifferent pupils were just staring at the figure of Wuzhu who was flying farther and farther away.

Wuzhu was once again knocked away by that fist, his leg was broken at this time, his body was disabled, and his calculation ability beyond the imagination of the world could no longer be supported by the strong execution ability of his body, and he could not dodge the fist of Emperor Qing that broke through the realm of time and space.

In the light rain that was about to stop, Wuzhu's body bowed backwards in the air, the cold wind blew his clothes and hunted, and with a snap, his feet fell to the ground, and he slid backwards on the slippery ground for more than ten zhang before he barely stopped, but his left leg couldn't stand and almost fell to the ground.

After receiving this punch, Wuzhu did not fall to the ground, and it seemed to be better than the previous situation, but the emperor's face showed an extremely confident and powerful light, and Wuzhu's slightly lowered head seemed to indicate an extremely ominous ending.

Wuzhu, who was standing quietly in the blood pool field under the Taiji Hall, looked down at his abdomen and was silent for a long time.

Before the Emperor's fist hit him in the abdomen, Wuzhu stopped his left hand in the abdomen, so the emperor's fist actually hit his palm and hit him in the abdomen.

Wuzhu's hand was like a piece of cold iron, and his body was like a cold iron mass, but Emperor Qing's punch was like a heavenly god's hammer, melting the iron plate into the iron mass. His palm dug deep into his abdomen, like two pieces of iron were cemented together!

The corners of his eyebrows, which were not covered by the black cloth, wrinkled slightly, and Wuzhu pulled his left hand indifferently, I don't know how much force it used to pull his hand out of his abdomen, but it brought up a large piece of pale flesh that no longer bleeds, accompanied by the sound of hissing and separation, which looked extremely terrifying.

Emperor Qing's first punch hit Wuzhu's chest, and he didn't block it. The second punch hit him in the abdomen, he didn't block it, two different choices, representing two completely different levels of damage - the vital point of the temple messengers, it seems that in the eyes of that powerful king, it is no longer a secret, this fact makes Wuzhu a little stunned, and also makes those onlookers who are still patient and cold begin to feel endless fear!

............ The iron drill was propped up on the ground covered with blood and rain, and Wuzhu straightened his left leg, which was about to break in two, with great difficulty, and took a step in the direction of the Taiji Hall with great difficulty. The cloth shoe stepped on the hand of a dead corpse, almost slipping, but Wuzhu's abdomen was a crisp click, and it seemed that a spider-like splinter was stretching through his body and tearing apart from that place.

Wuzhu's body began to tremble and began to tilt, as if it could turn into countless pieces at any moment, falling apart, falling to the ground, and crumbling into a mess.

However, the iron hammer was still tightly held in his hand, and it was extremely strong enough to hold his swaying body, allowing him to take another step forward.

His first steps were all so difficult, so slow, with some extremely dry sounds...... But he still walked towards the emperor step by step, without hesitation.

............ The Emperor withdrew his fist, his eyes indifferent, and glanced at his chest, as if trying to tell how many of his ribs had been smashed by the hard iron hammer. He couldn't remember how many punches he threw or how many mouthfuls of blood he vomited. He only remembered that he did not take a step back, but he did not advance, but stood like a puppet on the stone steps, standing in front of his palace, mechanically and repeatedly punching.

How many times did Lao Wu fall? How many times did he get up? How many times did I fall down in this life? How many times did I get up again? Why did Lao Wu obviously want to fall, but he had to struggle to get up, didn't he know that a monster like him also had a real day of death? If Lao Wu was not a dead thing, but a living thing, knew life and death, and was afraid of life and death, then why didn't he come out?

Why did Lao Wu's movements slow down so much, but the hard iron hammer in his hand could always hit me? Could it be because ...... I'm already old, and I'm running out of oil?

No, no, no. Unwilling, unwilling, the faint spark in his indifferent eyes ignited, but finally turned into endless exhaustion and boredom.

Is this a shocking battle destined to go down in history, or is it a small drama destined to disappear into the long river of history? But either way, Qing dìdū was a little bored, just like a few years after his father ascended the throne, he was forced to prepare for the Taiping Villa with heartache, and a few years later, there would be a bloody night in Kyoto. Dadongshan booby-trapped those two old things, An Zhi booby-trapped those shameless people who dared to betray me in Kyoto, and wanted to lure out the box a few years ago, and now the fifth is also here.

The endless conspiracy, like the old five in front of him falling down and getting up, keeps repeating and repeating, just like the story of many years ago, so persistently repeating itself over and over again, this repetition is really disgusting and tiresome.

But Emperor Qing can't get tired, he is not willing to be tired: I still have a lot of things to do, I haven't knocked down the most powerful enemy in front of me, and I can't let go.

Slowly wiping away the blood that kept gushing out of his lips, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt a little cold, he was seriously injured a year ago, and he has not been well-healed, and he is always a little afraid of cold, light, and wind, so he is willing to lie on the soft couch, covered with the silk quilt that Wan'er brought from Jiangnan...... He liked the feeling of warmth very much, and he didn't like the cold feeling now, because this feeling made him a little weak and tired, and it seemed that with the flow of blood, the temperature and confidence in his body were also passing.

Looking at the five bamboos that got up again, the broken five bamboos, the emperor's eyes suddenly lit up, and the old face looked extremely thin and haggard with the sudden paleness.

The rain has stopped, the dark clouds in the sky are turning into white clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye, whiter and whiter, more and more beautiful, more and more bright, the air in the palace square is filled with the beautiful atmosphere of rain washing the blue sky, and there is something faintly beautiful and unpleasant happening at the extreme east of the palace wall.

The emperor opened his empty eyes, his clothes shook, and finally flew up from the stone steps of the Taiji Palace, and in this rainless sky, he brought up a rain parallel to the south, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

The blue sky reflects this rain dragon, the palace seems to be buzzing in the palace, holding the iron chisel of the five bamboos, suddenly surrounded by this dragon, countless dragon chanting, the gray, solemn and solemn rain in the sky, in an instant towards the five bamboos sent out the most powerful offensive.

Except for the two peerless powerhouses in the field, no one could see clearly what was happening in the rain curtain, but the dragon groan had been extinguished, and after a terrifying absolute silence, countless sounds sounded one after another, like a string of heavenly thunder, and like the wind in the high sky, it instantly blew through the yellow paper lamps of countless valentine's sacrifices, snapping.................. Wuzhu finally fell, fell under Emperor Qing's storm-like royal fists and fingers, at this moment, his body did not know how many heavy blows he had suffered, and finally sat down in front of Emperor Qing's feet, his pale right hand spread out towards the sky, empty.

The head, which had been silent and noble, also hung down weakly at this moment, and fell in front of Emperor Qing, and somewhat unwilling and helplessly let go of the hand holding the iron hammer.

He let go of the hand holding the iron drill, but the iron drill did not fall to the ground of the palace, and let out that clear sound like a death knell, because the iron drill was inserted in Emperor Qing's abdomen, trembling slightly!

Blood gushed out of Emperor Qing's abdomen, dripped down the iron drill, dripped down the tip of the iron drill that was smoothed, and dripped into the palm of Wuzhu's pale hand, gradually opening up along the clear lifeline, and becoming a gorgeous peach blossom.

............ His Majesty's thin and ruthless lips were slightly open, slightly dry, his face was pale, his eyes were empty, without a trace of affection, he looked down at the iron drill in his abdomen, feeling endless exhaustion and boredom, ready to pull out this deep iron drill.

He is the number one person in the world, and when his meridians were broken, the suffering of the wasted person could not weaken his jīng god in the slightest, not to mention the pain in his abdomen at this time. He knew that the fifth child was gone, and a faint pride flashed, but some were just endless exhaustion, because he found that his lips began to taste some kind of rust.

Fan Xian has not yet appeared, this fact makes the emperor a little confused, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his lips - it seems that this son's mind is stronger than he imagined, because it is strong, so he has been indifferent, cold, and cold-blooded until now, watching Wuzhu being beaten into waste by him, but still refusing to come out.

His Majesty the Emperor's heart was wonderfully filled with admiration and admiration for this son again, and he seemed to feel that the most unworthy son in his life was becoming more and more like himself—as cold-blooded as himself.

He thought that Fan Xian should have come out a long time ago, when Wuzhu fell to the ground for the first time, or when Wuzhu's leg was broken in two, because this was something he had been secretly preparing for...... However, Fan Xian didn't, so he felt a faint sense of disappointment and a hint of foreboding.

At this time, the blue sky after the rain, isn't it to witness my final failure, but she wants to watch her failure with the eyes of her son?

Blood poured out from the mighty king's lips and from his belly, and he felt the cold again, and began to remember the soft quilt on the couch again, the woman in the imperial study, and then his right hand was firmly held on the iron hammer, and began to slowly withdraw from his body with a palpitating indifference.

There is an old saying that the pain is greatest when the blade is drawn from the wound, and this can be used to refer to life as well as to the situation at this time.

When His Majesty the Emperor slowly pulled out the iron hammer, it was like revealing the scars that had been hidden in the darkness by his mask all these years, those scars that he thought had already healed, remembering many people and many things, the pain made his pale face even whiter, not like a normal person.

It seemed that even the king's arm couldn't bear to let him face this kind of pain, so at this moment, in the cold and clean air, an extremely strange twist and turn suddenly occurred!

It was a kind of twisting and separation of bone and flesh, which did not conform to the structure of the human body at all, and folded out at a strange angle...... It's a bit like Wuzhu's leg.

The blood flower bloomed under the blue sky, the flesh and bone were separated from Emperor Qing's body, his left arm was cut off by a mysterious force from the elbow joint, and the broken arm flew into the dusty air under the light of the clear sun, and at the slowest speed, with the blood beads at the broken stubble, spinning, jumping, flying, flying...... Then the crisp sound of gunfire began to echo in the empty courtyard of the palace, curling and lonely, as if dancing for the broken arm, accompanied by mournful music.

............ Except for the Northern Expedition that was defeated by the hands of Zhan Qingfeng, the meridians in the body were shattered, and the rìzi fell into darkness. This moment is definitely the most painful and weakest moment in the emperor's life.

The sound of gunfire, which had been silent for decades, and after another year of silence, finally rang out in the palace. After being silent for a year, and after another early morning, Fan Xian's figure finally appeared beside the emperor.

Seeing that Wuzhu was seriously injured by His Majesty and turned into waste wood, Fan Xian never came out, so how to suppress the urge to be hurt? However, when he appeared, he chose the most desperate time, appeared in the most extreme position, and appeared directly beside the emperor!

It only takes a snap of your fingers!

More than 20 years of penance for rebirth, the encouragement between life and death on the meadow, the will not to despair when the snow palace is desperate, the understanding under the big green tree, the thoughts in the snow field, the creation of the vitality of heaven and earth, life and death, separation, the collision between the weak and the strong, the life of greed for life and hatred of death, the pain of autumn rain and autumn rain, all melted into a feeling, a momentum, and burst out from Fan Xian's body.

There was no sword, no arrows, no daggers, no poisonous smoke, no small means, no big coffins, the probe arm did not follow the sword path, and the luck did not go all the way, Fan Xian gave up a qiē, just turned himself into a gust of wind, a gray light, in the shortest moment, he forced all his strength out through his palm, and slashed at the emperor's majesty Xià seriously injured and weakened body!

The majestic domineering true qi did not hesitate to cut the already thick enough meridians in his body, and with a resolute attitude, with a speed beyond his ability, he violently sent out.

Countless smoke and dust are slashed, bright in the cold autumn.

Sent to the finger, the true qi is not spit out, but contained inside, the sword qi does not come out of the fingertips, but it is condensed like a golden stone, and it is fiercely pierced into the shoulder socket of the emperor's majesty.

When it arrived in the palm, the true qi was like the wind of the East China Sea, and it came out violently, sweeping through the pure face of the Jade Mountain, leaving no trace of miscellaneous gravel, and slapped heavily on the chest of His Majesty the Emperor.

Chop, finger, palm, chopping the past of these years, pointing to a road of life and death, and separating the boundary between the father and son of the monarch and the minister with one palm!

............ Fan Xian has never been so strong in his life, Emperor Qing has never been so weak in his life, this father and son didn't even have time to look at each other for a moment, and turned into two shadows in front of the Taiji Palace, making each other close to life and death, it seems that there are countless yellow paper lamps in the air that have been blown by the wind, and the pop sound is non-stop, palpitating, and tiresome.

Fan Xian's body speed has been increased to a jaw-dropping level at this moment, and there is no afterimage, just a wisp of gray shadow, surrounding the body of His Majesty the Emperor, and in an instant, I don't know that dozens or hundreds of shots have been attacked!

The rainwater accumulated on the bluestone ground suddenly seemed to be split by water-repellent beads, spreading to both sides, revealing the clean stone bricks in the middle, and about half a palm's distance above the stone bricks, the figures of the emperor and Fan Xian flew in the air, and in an instant, they broke away from the position of the front of the Taiji Hall and flew like lightning in the northeast direction!

All the way the stagnant water splashed and avoided, and all the way the blood and water flew from the air into a line.

With a bang, the bright yellow figure slammed through the palace gate at the wall of the palace, directly shattering the thick palace gate and shaking the sawdust all over the sky.

Sawdust struck out in all directions like arrows with strong power, snorting and sneering, and shè pierced through the round stone gate behind the palace gate, stirring up a piece of stone chips, which penetrated deeply into the vermilion palace wall.

It was also these sawdust that came out from all sides beside the Ming Huang figure that made Fan Xian, who was like a soul-chasing wind and a soul-chasing shadow, forced to slow down and appear in the air.

Ming Huang Sè's figure smashed through the palace gate, and then hit the large copper water tank in the wall, making a muffled sound, and also showing his figure.

The hand, which was still not stained with blood, burst out of the air, shook a delicate wrist with a snap, pulled out the cold metal like lightning, flipped up, and pinched the soft throat.

pinched the palace maid's throat.

............ With a pop, His Majesty the Emperor leaned weakly against the big copper cylinder, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but there was a faint weird smile on his pale cheeks, one of his arms had been broken, and there were four or five finger holes and three palm prints on his body, and the blood stained the dragon robe on his body, making the golden dragon on his yellow robe look particularly hideous, but also extremely bleak.

Fan Xian slowly put down the bridge of his left palm and right fist covering his face, and the sawdust also made his body start to seep blood from the outside of his clothes, and he coughed violently, coughing up blood. The previous blow was already a blow that condensed his life, and he was forced to stop at this time, and it was impossible to exert such an unpredictable speed, and most of his meridians had been cut, like countless small knives, scraping in his body, and the pain was unbearable.

His Majesty's wounds were even more severe, so heavy that they seemed to disappear from this world at any moment. However, there was not the slightest joy on Fan Xian's face, and after a quick cough, his expression returned to calm, and he looked at the emperor who was reclining next to the copper cylinder and gasping for breath, without saying a word.

It's just that his eyes reveal his true feelings, and that kind of love is very complicated...... He looked at Emperor Lao Tzu in a daze, and always felt that the scene in front of him was not real, like the unattainable and unattainable Emperor Majesty like a snowy mountain...... There will be a time when the mountains and rivers are exhausted?

When did His Majesty's appearance become so old?

............ "Your Majesty, you're defeated." Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, wiped the blood stains on his lips with the sleeves of his eunuch clothes, and looked at the emperor with complicated eyes.

What he said was very meaningless, Emperor Qing had at least more than ten wounds on his body, especially the broken left arm and the wound in his abdomen, which were constantly gushing blood.

Just as the emperor said to Wuzhu before, there are no immortals in this world, Wuzhu is not, and neither is he. The betrayal, assassination, and injuries suffered in this year have lasted until this time, and now Rì has fought with Wuzhu again, and then he was sniped and his arm broken, and then he was ambushed by Fan Xian, who faintly broke through the realm, even the most powerful king in the world has reached the last moment.

Then there was still a hint of mockery and indifference on the face of the emperor, and his three fingers were still gently placed on the throat of the palace maid, who was holding a gun in her hand.

His Majesty the Emperor glanced at Fan Xian, but ignored his words, but hoarsely voiced, coughing up blood, looked at Fan Ruoruo beside him with a gentle look, and said after looking at it calmly for a long time: "I said that it is not easy to be a good emperor...... First of all, we must give up some unnecessary emotions, let alone be soft-hearted...... If you relented today, it would be a fatal mistake. ”

Miss Fan, who was wearing the palace maid's costume, still had a calm face, but her slightly furrowed eyebrows showed that her heart was not as calm as her appearance.

Since last autumn, she has been admitted to the palace by His Majesty, and has been accompanying this lonely king in the imperial study, day by day, day after day, she has seen too many thin figures dressed under the oil lamp to review the recitals, heard too many coughs from the sickbed, and seen too many frowning brows of the thin old man, and gradually ...... On that snowy day on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, she was on the star-picking tower, looking at the bright yellow figure in the distance through the glass, and always felt that it was unreal, so her fingers did not tremble in the slightest. However, today, through the gap in the palace gate, looking at the face of the king who was getting old and incomparably familiar, for some reason, she chose to aim at the arm of the emperor's majesty instead of the fatal vital part.

His Majesty the Emperor was right, and at that moment, Fan Ruoruo's heart softened a little.

............ "The girl is outgoing, and the morning girl has been trying to soften my mind for a year, but I don't pay attention to it. You like Anzhi, a scoundrel, and I know it, but have you girls ever thought about whether you have softened me or been softened by me in the past year?"

The emperor spoke calmly and indifferently, and did not summon the eunuchs of the inner court who were banished by him to the harem, nor did he stop the bleeding, as if he didn't care about the blood in his body flowing out, and a slight ironic smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Fan Ruoruo's body trembled slightly. Fan Xian squinted slightly, looking at the emperor in front of him, who was both familiar but extremely unfamiliar, and had an extremely complicated relationship with himself, he didn't know what kind of horror was born in his mind, and admired His Majesty's mind and strategy to the top, so at the critical moment before, the emperor seemed to be defeated under his desperate fight, but in fact, he still chose the best route, broke through the palace gate, found the gunman, and controlled her.

Fan Xian pursed his thin lips tightly, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, don't try to threaten me with her life." ”

"Will you accept my threat?" the Emperor asked in a mocking tone, slowly turning his head, letting the blood soak his dragon robes.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, shook his head, looked at Fan Ruoruo and said in a snarling voice: "If you die, I will accompany you." ”

Fan Ruoruo's face turned slightly pale, and after a moment of silence, she said, "My sister is not very afraid of death. ”

"Breaking away from the fear of life and death, is it a great thing?" The emperor stared at Fan Xian's eyes, and suddenly hissed and chuckled: "Your face is like your mother, but your lips are a little like me, thin and ruthless, and it is true." ”

After a while, His Majesty the Emperor, who had an indifferent face, suddenly spoke: "I have never been defeated in this life. ”

I don't know why, after Fan Xian was reborn, he could always have a calmness and even coldness that ordinary people couldn't reach, but at such a tense moment, when he heard the words of the emperor's majesty, a trace of sourness, a trace of emptiness, and a trace of anger poured out from the depths of his heart, and he yelled loudly at the emperor in a cold voice: "Enough!"

The Emperor quietly looked into the eyes of this son, looked at his handsome face slightly distorted by anger, and suddenly laughed coldly, as if laughing at the other party's gaffe, the other party's fear, and the strange anger that came from nowhere.

............ In the empty palace, apart from the rain that was still accumulating on the ground, and the countless corpses and flesh, only four people could stand. Fan Xian stood beside Uncle Wuzhu, indifferently staring at the bright yellow figure not far away, he didn't know what he was thinking, he was indeed afraid, but that anger was definitely not born of fear, but because of another sad feeling.

From there to here, the distance is extremely short, Fan Xian seems to have a chance to make a move, but His Majesty is within three feet of Fan Ruoruo's side, no one dares to carry out this kind of adventure in front of a great grandmaster, although Fan Ruoruo still carries the heavy sniper in his hand, although anyone can see that His Majesty the Emperor has run out of oil and is dying.

"I have never been defeated in my life. His Majesty the Emperor looked at the son in front of him and the Wuzhu in front of him, slowly raised his sleeves to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "I just feel it, it seems that I ...... I'm going to die. ”

Failure and death are two different concepts, failure is victory or defeat, but life and death often belong to the destiny of heaven. The failure of a king will inevitably lead to his death, but the death of a king is not necessarily due to his failure.

Emperor Qing may have been surrounded by the breath of death, but he did not fail, because today's death was actually doomed a long time ago.

There is no real royal road in the world, and the body of the Emperor has been disturbed by the violent true qi all these years, and many reasons in the past year have made these true qi find a way to harm him in the body, quickly destroying his vitality and accelerating the process of his aging. However, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were slightly sunken, looking at Fan Xian indifferently, and did not lightly say the truth that was destined to shock the other party endlessly.

............ "Even if I die, I will kill you, a rebel." His Majesty the Emperor coughed twice, coughing and bending slightly, coughing with a hint of unwillingness, "The Li family's country is destined to dominate the universe, as long as you die, no matter who of my two sons ascends the throne, the world after rì is still the world of Daqing." ”

The war in full swing under the city of Nanjing is just a flame that forced Fan Xian to appear, otherwise, if Fan Xian returns from the temple and disappears into the world, where will Emperor Qing go to find him? However, Fan Xian will not die, and the great cause of Nanqing for thousands of generations cannot be presented, even if Emperor Qing knows that his body will decline, how can he be safe?

Today's situation is just that the king wants to kill the minister, and the father wants to kill the son, but who would have expected that in the palace at this time, the situation has changed, and in the lonely court, the emperor is facing all the hostility.

At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor felt a little tired, he looked at Fan Xian quietly, and suddenly found that the killing intent in his heart for this son was not as strong as he imagined. Perhaps the source of the king's killing intent was just the anger generated by Fan Xian's betrayal, not for the sake of Qingguo's thousands of generations?

A king without a meridian or a pulse, a ruthless and unrighteous person, once he is angry because of disappointment, once he is emotional, he is just a mortal.

His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt that if he died like this, he was afraid that he would be very lonely, and those relatives under the Yellow Spring, Cheng Qian, Cheng Ze, and the Empress, how would they look at him with indifferent eyes? The queen mother was still okay in yīn? Is the soul of that woman still looking at herself with that seemingly gentle, but in fact extremely distant gaze?

A sense of loneliness occupied the body of the old emperor, and he suddenly found that in the last battle of his life, he was still facing her gun, her servant, and her ...... with his own son.

It turned out that after a lifetime of tossing, he was still fighting with her in the end. As soon as he thought of this, a sad smile appeared on the face of His Majesty the Emperor, could it be that I was destined to be defeated in her hands?

............ Ming Huang's figure shook slightly, and the gun in Fan Ruoruo's hand was caught by his intact hand in the air, his knuckles were slightly forced, and the domineering true qi in the king's body burst out like rivers, lakes and seas, and after a light sound, the barrel of the gun was actually bent alive!

His Majesty the Emperor was really angry, and his injuries became more and more serious, but he just squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the broken copper and iron that was thrown under his feet, as if he was looking at the woman in an interrogation, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"It would be great if the fifth child no longer set foot in the world. His Majesty the Emperor lowered his head, suddenly sighed softly, slowly raised his head, looked at Wuzhu who was sitting on the ground, leaning on Fan Xian's legs, and shook his head with great difficulty.

"Uncle can't remember a lot of things anymore. ”

"But what happened did happen, and he would one day remember what had happened back then, so that he would know something, he ...... Always come to kill me. The pale emperor looked at Wuzhu, who was speechless and demented in a daze, like a child, trying to stand up, but couldn't stand up, suddenly said: "Old five, you have forgotten some things again, it's really ...... Happiness. ”

When a powerful figure starts to become so nagging, does it mean that he is really old? Or is it a return to the light? Fan Xian looked at the emperor Lao Tzu who had a broken arm in a daze, and suddenly felt a void in his chest, a convulsion, he always felt that today's qiē happened too weird, not at all like the real thing.

The light in the emperor's sunken eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked at Fan Xian and said softly: "It's not you, it's just your mother who won after all." ”

He looked at Fan Xian mockingly, without a trace of depressed feelings, but like the extremely powerful king a few years ago, he laughed and said: "The seed of the little emperor of the war family is yours...... You also know what kind of person the third child is, no matter what you do in the future, this world will always be the world surnamed Li. ”

"You once said that even if the flood is terrible after you die, I can't help but think about it. The emperor looked at Fan Xian, the smile on the corner of his lips became thicker and thicker, and it was more and more full of mockery: "Your mother is just trying to change the course of history, but you are delusional to stop the course of history, what an arrogant and naïve idea." ”

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "Actually, you or I, in history, are just very inconspicuous splashes. ”

"No, there will be a page in the history books. A cold and proud light flashed in the emperor's pupils.

Fan Xian didn't say anything more, he only realized at this moment that he still underestimated this emperor Lao Tzu, it turned out that what he had said and done in Pingrì, there was no way to hide it from him, and he even knew the red bean rice over there in Northern Qi...... At this time, there was a pool of blood in the field, Fan Xian did not move, and he did not dare to move, because his sister was under the control of His Majesty, he didn't even know how to solve the current situation, and he didn't know whether His Majesty's weakness at the moment was an illusion, or whether it was a human being, and he really saw through something.

For this emperor Lao Tzu, Fan Xian has an innate awe, even at this time, he is still like this, he doesn't know if the forbidden army outside the palace will break through the back hand left by him in advance and forcibly open the palace door again, he doesn't know what happened to the shadow and Ye Chong, and he doesn't know why Eunuch Yao has never appeared.

What made him feel the most chilling was whether His Majesty's counterattack before his death would allow Uncle Wuzhu, his sister, and himself to accompany him to the funeral - until this moment, he still believed that Emperor Lao Tzu had this kind of strength.

............ His Majesty the Emperor raised his head with difficulty, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the blue sky to the east of the sky through the palace wall, as if he noticed that something beautiful might happen over there.

He looked at the sky, but the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, as if he thought of something, and his right hand, which was outside the dragon's sleeve, was slightly bent, as if he wanted to hold something. The light in his eyes gradually condensed from the radiance, as if he wanted to see something clearly, and his mind flashed through countless images, as if he wanted to remember something.

No one knows his physical condition better than Emperor Qing himself, perhaps since the snowy day of the eighth day of the first lunar month, he foresaw that his day would come, this is not to repay debts, but just fate. However, why was there still such a strong unwillingness in his heart, so that he frowned like a question, and kept asking questions about the exceptionally clean blue sky after being washed by the rain.

When he was young, he was in the dilapidated palace, he traveled the world with his friends when he was young, increased his knowledge, and galloped on the white mountains and black waters in his prime, and rode on the grassland, leading countless sons and daughters to lay down a big territory, pointing to the world, and laying a bigger country, which is intended to be a great cause for thousands of generations, an immortal industry, and a name in history.

However, this qiē has to be stopped, how can I be reconciled? I still have a lot to do...... If Emperor Qing knew that these characters who were in the growth river of others, such as Ye Qingmei, such as Wuzhu, and Fan Xian, were actually not people from this world, would they be born, and I would be killed in the sky, and I would sigh for the crime of war?

He was just thinking.

If there was no woman, there would be no fifth child who followed her to the world, and there would be no Anzhi, maybe there would be no inner library, and there would not be a lot of things, but wouldn't I be able to lay down this country by myself?

No, I can do the same, it's just too late, what if I don't have a nameless skill? The great grandmaster, who dares to compete with me, shouldn't be there?

It's just that...... If there is no if, if there is no Ye Qingmei, maybe I will not have that period in this life...... A truly happy rìzi?

The emperor's eyebrows furrowed, forgetting the passage of life in his body, and only fell into this question, this question was originally in the small building, Fan Xian had mentioned it, but it was only at this time that His Majesty the emperor really asked himself, perhaps because he had never dared to ask himself this question in the past few decades.

He retracted his gaze and regained his composure, the dying king still had supreme power and will, he looked indifferently at Fan Xian and Wuzhu in front of him, as if he could burn the other party's life with the last brilliance of his life at any time.

There was a long silence.

Fan Xian wiped the blood from his lips again, and watched every movement of the emperor nervously, but even he didn't realize that not only did his thin lips look like the emperor, but this action of wiping blood also looks like the other party.

His Majesty the Emperor suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips curled up very strangely, and then gradually withdrew his smile, and said indifferently: "I know what is in the box, but there is another thing in my life that I am extremely curious about. ”

He looked at Wuzhu with slightly squinted eyes, and said word by word: "I really want to know what is hidden behind this black cloth. ”

............ The most powerful king in the world, the last target in the world, chose Wuzhu instead of Fan Xian, maybe because Fan Xian was his flesh and blood, maybe because he thought that Wuzhu, the temple messenger who bores him, is really damn necessary, maybe because Emperor Qing has always believed that things in the world should always be solved by people in the world, and should not be allowed to interfere with gods like shit.

Maybe it's just because Emperor Qing discovered some of Fan Xian's descriptive actions at the last moment, which is really similar to himself, all in all, his lightning-like hand cut through the air and attacked Wuzhu's front door, and let Fan Xian go.

Fan Xian survived, in front of the last blow of the Emperor Majesty, his hand was shaken open like a fallen leaf, and he couldn't stop it at all, so he could only watch the palm of the Emperor's Majesty, mixed with the last true qi in his life, slammed on Wuzhu's face.

Emperor Qing flicked, Wuzhu's cervical vertebrae suddenly folded, and he leaned back to the back, the black cloth fell, and the time was ...... It was as if it had frozen at this moment.

............ The black cloth floated down in the breeze.

A black cloth was placed over the glass window of the Inspectorate to hide the glare of the palace. There is a black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes, which is used to cover the sky.

I don't know how many years this black cloth has been covered, and it seems that it will never be unraveled, for hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, it has always been like this.

Today, this black cloth has fallen, and under the black cloth, there is ...... A rainbow.

A rainbow gushed out from the middle of the eyebrows of the beautiful young man of Wuzhu, and gushed out from between the clear and agile eyes, instantly illuminating the square in the palace, and running through the bright yellow figure!

The rainbow pierced Emperor Qing's body, brightening his incredible countenance, and then slammed into the temple of the Taiji Palace, turning into a fiery dragon that instantly set the entire palace on fire!

In just an instant, the emperor's face suddenly turned into a calm, in this piece of fire, proudly straightened his body, although he only had one arm, he stood up straight, and the moment before leaving, a trace of disdain drifted through his mind - it was so, but so, still so.

The strongest person in the world, even at the moment of death, still left a back that was extremely strong. In this warm rainbow, this back is particularly cold, silent, gloomy, lonely, but unusually ...... Proud.

The ashes in the sky gradually fell, and the crumbs of firecrackers used to pay tribute to the impermanence of the world were spread in a pool of blood in the square in front of the palace.

At the same time, beyond the palace wall, the eastern sky dome, where it had always been thought that something good was going to happen, finally appeared after the rain, overlooking the whole world.

———————————————————— night, the fire in the burning Taiji Hall has been extinguished, fortunately the rain is wetting the earth, otherwise this fire is afraid that the entire Nanqing Palace will be burned to ruins.

The closed main gate of the Imperial City was forcibly broken by the imperial army shortly after the appearance of the rainbow vision, and no one could hide the news of the assassination of His Majesty, although until this time, those who were grieving and angry still could not find the remains of His Majesty.

It was not the Northern Qi assassin who assassinated His Majesty, but the most heinous rebel, villain, and Fan Xian in the history of Nanqing. The imperial court confirmed the news in the first time, if it weren't for the fact that Scholar Hu and Ye Chong, who were seriously injured but not dead, forcibly suppressed the grief and indignation in the entire Kyoto, perhaps on this night, many houses in Fan's Mansion and Guogong Lane had been burned to rot, and the people inside were even more unlucky.

In addition to Scholar Hu and Ye Chong, the one who really controlled the situation was Li Chengping, the third prince who was in danger of the country and boarded the dragon chair, and under the strong control of His Majesty the Emperor of Nanqing, the situation in Kyoto was not out of control.

Of course, no one knows what role the old Inspectorate and some hidden forces played during this period.

At this time, Fan Xian, a prisoner who was wanted by the imperial court again and had a jaw-dropping reward, appeared in a place that absolutely no one could have imagined.

He was still in the palace, under the cover of the night, he withdrew his gaze in the direction of the Taiji Palace, and walked in a small building that was more deserted than the cold palace. The Taiji Hall had already been burned down, and the small building had already been burned to ashes, he walked in the knee-deep grass, bowing his head slightly, not knowing what to do, or did he just want to tell Ye Qingmei about what happened today?

Fan Xian's pupils shrank, looking at the person who appeared next to the ruins of Xiaolou, tilting his head slightly, as if he hadn't thought of it.

The person who appeared was Eunuch Yao, who walked up to Fan Xian with an expressionless face, handed over a small box, and whispered in a low voice: "This is left to you by His Majesty." ”

Fan Xian took the box a little blankly, looked at Eunuch Yao who disappeared into the night, and was not worried that the other party would summon a master to besiege him, outside the palace is a world, inside the palace is a world, in the palace in this world, presumably no one will want to be unfavorable to themselves at this time, even if someone wants to, it is impossible to be at this moment.

What did His Majesty leave to himself? Why did he stay? Could it be that he knew in advance that he would not be able to pass today's level? Fan looked at the box in his hand in a daze, and then he understood why Eunuch Yao had not been by His Majesty's side before, and it turned out that His Majesty had given him a very strange task.

Opening the box, inside the box was a white silk and a thin letter, Fan Xian's body stiffened slightly, and he recognized what it was in the first time.

This was one of the three things he saw under the queen mother's phoenix bed when he visited the palace at night, and the key had already been copied by him and successfully opened the box. And the white silk and this letter are the other two.

When the eldest princess rebelled in Kyoto four years ago, Fan Xian tried to find these two things again, but found that they were no longer in the Hanguang Palace.

Later, His Majesty naturally knew that the key was in his hands, so he just kept this letter and this white silk for himself.

Fan Xian gently rubbed the surface of the white silk with his fingertips, calmed down, opened the unsealed envelope, looked at it carefully, and gradually his brows furrowed, and then stretched out again.

This is a letter written by Ye Qingmei to Emperor Qing that year, from the content of the letter, he knew what the white silk was, this was the white silk that the Queen Mother gave to the demon girl Ye Qingmei to commit suicide, and ...... When Ye Qingmei received the order in the Taiping Courtyard, he directly sent this white silk back to the palace intact and sent it to the queen mother's bed.

Presumably only Uncle Wuzhu can do this, presumably the Queen Mother was extremely frightened that day, so she kept this Bai Aya to deepen her hatred for Ye Qingmei, a demon girl?

However, in addition to telling this matter in a playful tone to express his strong dissatisfaction, there is no other noteworthy content in Ye Qingmei's letter, the whole article is just a short story of parents, how Wuzhu is, how Fan Jian is in the Qinglou, with those clumsy and stiff handwriting, it is really unbearable.

Fortunately, there are only two thin pages. Fan Xian didn't understand more and more, why did Emperor Lao Tzu cherish this letter so much, and even keep it for himself in the end? Could it be that he had thought wrong before, whether it was Bai Aya, the key, or this letter, it was actually hidden by His Majesty in the Hanguang Palace, not by the Queen Mother?

He shook his head, no longer thinking about the questions that were destined to be lost in his memory, and no one knew the answers, and then noticed the handwriting behind the second piece of paper.

These handwriting is strong and powerful, but it is controlled by the feelings, and the writing is exceptionally upright and orderly, and it is obviously the handwriting of the majesty.

Fan Xian looked carefully, and after reading it for a long, long time, he sighed softly, his hands tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to destroy the letter, and then carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it in his arms to put it away.

"I'm not wrong. ”

These are the last words left by Emperor Qing on the back of the letterhead, which seems to be an unusually powerful and proud declaration, but the announcement on the letterhead to a deceased woman can actually only be a faint self-question.

However, no one can answer this question, except for history, no, even those conclusive history books, I am afraid that they will not be able to judge the merits and demerits of the emperor's life.

From Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping, he only has hatred for the emperor, but the relationship between him and the emperor Lao Tzu is not as simple as just blood, the soul in his heart can not admit blood, but he can't get rid of the past these years, this kind of love is so complicated that it is not at all words can be expressed.

His Majesty the Emperor died, and Fan Xian still felt numb and cold from his body to his heart until this moment, he couldn't believe this fact, he always felt that man was the most powerful and impossible person in the world, how could he die? He seemed to be a little relieved, but there was no joy after revenge, he seemed to be a little sad, but he couldn't cry anything, he just stood numb, numbly in the cold wind.

From the letter, it can be seen that there is really no real royal road in the world, it turns out that the body of the emperor Lao Tzu has not been able to do it in this year, and it turns out that even if it is as Ye Qingmei said, let everyone become their own king, it is not a royal road...... Fan Xian and the beliefs he insisted on were even more not.

——Just as he said to His Majesty the Emperor on that snowy night, all he asked for was peace of mind, just the end of personal grievances, and did not involve the big proposition of whether it was right or not, you must know that human beings are not a species that pursues correctness. Being right is not justice, because justice always has a position.

He suddenly remembered Ye Qingmei's letter that Prince Jing treasured, and thought that Ye Qingmei's letters to the emperor were always talking about the world and people's livelihood.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile bitterly, Emperor Majesty and Ye Qingmei are undoubtedly first-class romantic figures in the world, and they are indescribably beautiful, but once the two met, it was really not a happy thing. When His Majesty met a woman like Ye Qingmei, it was not a pain, but when Ye Qingmei met Emperor Qing, it was even more indescribably sad.

Fan Xian stood in the night palace a little indifferently, standing between the long grass, looking at the traces of Xiaolou in a daze, until this time, he still didn't know where Ye Qingmei was buried, what his father Fan Jian said back then, now he knows, it is just a comfort. The yellow-shirted woman in the portrait in the small building has turned into ashes and gone with the wind, and His Majesty the Emperor has also turned into ashes and gone with the wind, maybe in a corner of heaven and earth, they will touch together again?

Standing quietly for a long, long time, he took advantage of the cover of the night, walked in the direction of the Taiji Palace, ready to leave the palace, saw the palace lights in the night, heard the slightly green voice in the imperial study, and saw those new ministers with sad faces, but actually thoughtful, I couldn't help but feel something.