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(There is also a final chapter, I am still writing at this time, if I finish writing it will be in the morning, if I fall asleep in front of the computer, it will be much later, so you don't have to wait.)

I am very satisfied with this chapter and countless others, and everyone knows that I am satisfied, but maybe I can't agree with it, because I can't expect the satisfaction of all my friends...... I just hope that everyone is satisfied with my satisfaction, because it means that everyone is satisfied with my attitude of writing the book, and only what I am satisfied with, I will bring it to the big guys. I see, but so, still...... Not bad.

Heshi, thank you very much for staying with me for so long, I will write a postscript the day after tomorrow, repeat it several times, please be sure to read it. ）

Emperor Qing's fist is always so stable and powerful, full of kingly spirit, easily breaking through all obstacles in front of him, just like he has 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 collision of Emperor Qing's ** infinite true qi, 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 in 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, and the iron chisel in his hand waved, breaking through the air silently, 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, and the faint gray light flashed in his eyes. Standing on the stone steps with his feet steady, as proclaimed by the infinite domineering and self-confidence on the Hanging Temple, 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. It struck Emperor Qing on the 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 their external disguises and skills, and in the word real situation, the potential is already in their physical temperament, purely in reality. Just like the sentence in the quotations made by Master Kuhe's Taishi Zu Genchen: Take off your clothes!

The duel between the two peerless powerhouses is just the simplest performance art of indifference and indifference. Got rid of all the outer part of the earth, but the bare ground. Like primitive people, in the snow, beside the volcano, and in the steppe herds, he practiced the most perfect killing skills.

His Majesty the Emperor's left shoulder snapped, blood burst out from his lips, but his indifferent pupils just stared at the figure of Wuzhu flying farther and farther away.

Gotake was once again knocked away by that fist. His leg was broken at this point. Disabled, computing beyond the imagination of the world. Unable to get the support of his body's strong execution ability, he couldn't dodge Emperor Qing's fist 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 lichen hunting, and with a snap, his feet fell to the ground, and he slid backwards on the 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, which seemed to be better than the previous situation, but His Majesty 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 His Majesty the Emperor's fist hit him in the abdomen, Gotake 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 to the temple messengers, it seems that in the eyes of that powerful king, it is no secret, this fact makes Wuzhu a little stunned, and also makes those onlookers who are still patient and cold all over their bodies begin to feel infinite 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 sound, and it seemed that with that place as the center, a spiderweb-like shattering was stretching out and tearing apart.

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 held tightly in his hand, and it held his crumbling body extremely strongly, allowing him to take another step forward.

His first steps were so difficult, so slow. Accompanied by 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 without a trace of emotion, and glanced at his chest, as if trying to tell how many of his ribs were 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 on the stone steps like a puppet. Standing in front of his own palace, he punched mechanically and repeatedly.

How many times has Lao Wu fallen? How many times has he gotten up? How many times has I fallen down in this life? How many times has he gotten up? Why does Lao Wu obviously want to fall, but he has to struggle to get up, doesn't he know that a monster like him also has a real day of death? If Lao Wu is not a dead thing, but a living thing, knows life and death, and is afraid of life and death, then why didn't he show it?

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, it shouldn't. 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 destined to disappear into history? Emperor Qing was a little bored, just like a few years after his father ascended the throne. I was forced to prepare for the Taiping Villa with a heartache, a few years later. There will be another 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 of power is like the fifth child falling down and getting up in front of him, repeating and repeating it over and over again, just like the story of many years ago. So persistently repeating it over and over again. This repetition is really offensive and tiresome.

But Emperor Qing couldn't get tired. He was not willing to be tired: I still had a lot of things to do, I had not yet struck down the most powerful enemy in front of me, and I could not let go.

Slowly wiping away the blood gushing out of his lips, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt a little cold in his body, he was seriously injured a year ago, and he has not been healed, and he is always a little afraid of cold, light and wind, so he is willing to lie on the soft couch and cover the silk quilt that Wan'er brought from Jiangnan......

He likes the feeling of warmth very much, and he doesn't like the cold feeling now, because this feeling makes him a little weak and tired, and it seems that with the flow of blood, his ** temperature and self-confidence are also passing.

Looking at the five bamboos that rose again, the broken five bamboos, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes suddenly lit up, and the old ground turned pale with the suddenness, looking extremely thin and haggard.

The rain has stopped, the dark clouds in the sky are turning into white clouds at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, whiter and whiter, more and more beautiful, brighter and brighter, the air in the palace square is filled with the beautiful breath of rain washing the blue sky, and there is something faintly beautiful and unhappy in the sky beyond 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 these two peerless powerhouses in the field, no one could see clearly what was happening in the rain curtain, but the dragon chant was 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 placed by countless valentines, 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 his grip on the iron drill, but it did not fall to the palace floor. It sounded 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 the Emperor was extremely ruthless and slightly open. The top is slightly dry, his ground is pale, his eyes are empty, without a trace of emotion, he looks down at the iron drill in his abdomen, feeling endless fatigue and boredom, and is ready to sink this deep iron drill **.

He is the number one person in the world with great perseverance, and when his meridians were broken, the suffering of waste people could not weaken his spirit in the slightest. Not to mention the pain in the 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 rusty taste.

Fan Xian has not yet appeared, this fact makes His Majesty the Emperor a little confused, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his lips, which seems to be the mind of this son. More powerful than he could have imagined, because it was powerful. So he was indifferent, cold, and cold-blooded until now, watching Wuzhu being beaten into waste by him. But he still refused to come out.

His Majesty the Emperor wonderfully regained his appreciation and admiration for this son, 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 to land...... However, Fan Xian didn't, so he felt a faint disappointment and a hint of ominousness.

At this time, the blue sky after the rain. I didn't want to witness my final defeat. Is she going to look at her failures with the eyes of her son?

Blood poured out from among the mighty kings. Pouring out of his belly, 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 drill, and began to slowly withdraw from his body with a palpitating indifference.

There is an old saying that when the blade is from the wound, the pain is the worst, which can be used to refer to life or to the situation at this time.

When His Majesty the Emperor slowly ** iron drill, it was like revealing the scars that had been hidden in the dark 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 days when the Northern Expedition was defeated by the hands of the Qing Wind, the ** meridians were broken and fell into darkness. This moment is definitely the most painful and weakest moment in His Majesty'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 materials, 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 desperate position, and appeared directly beside the emperor!

It only takes a snap of a finger! 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 thinking in the snow field, and 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 the autumn rain and the autumn rain, all melted into a feeling, a momentum, and burst out from Fan Xian's body.

There is no sword. There were no arrows, no daggers, no poisonous smoke, no small means, no big coffins, no probe arms did not follow the sword path, and the luck did not go all the way, Fan Xian gave up everything, but turned himself into a gust of wind. A gray light, in the shortest moment, forced out all his strength through the palm of his fingers, and slashed at His Majesty the Emperor's seriously injured and weakened body!

The majestic domineering true qi did not hesitate to cut his ** already thick enough meridians, with a resolute attitude, with a speed beyond his ability. Sent out violently.

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

Sent to the finger. True qi is not spit out on the outside, but on the inside. The sword qi did not come out of the fingertips, but it was condensed like a golden stone, and it stabbed into the shoulder socket of His Majesty the Emperor.

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

Chop. Fingers, palms. After cutting the past of these years, he pointed to a road of life and death, and separated the boundary between the father and son of the monarch and the minister with one palm! It has never been so strong, Emperor Qing has never been so weak in his life, this pair of father and son did not even have time to look at each other for a moment, and they turned into two shadows in front of the Taiji Palace, making each other close to each other, and it seems that there are countless yellow paper lamps in the air that have been broken 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 of shots have been attacked, hundreds!

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 distance above the stone bricks, the figures of the emperor and Fan Xian flew in the air, and instantly broke away from the front of the Taiji Palace, 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 shot out in all directions like arrows of great power, snorting continuously, shooting through the round stone gate behind the palace gate, stirring up a piece of stone chips, and deeply digging into the vermilion palace wall.

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

The bright yellow figure smashed through the palace door, and then hit the large copper water tank in the wall, making a muffled sound, and also appeared.

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. Leaning hard beside the big copper cylinder, he took 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 clothes look particularly hideous, but 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 severe that they seemed to disappear from this world at any moment. However, Fan Xian's face did not have the slightest hint of joy, and after a quick cough, his expression returned to calm, and he looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was reclining beside the copper cylinder and gasping for breath, without saying a word.

It's just that his eyes reveal his true emotions, which are complicated...... He looked at Emperor Lao Tzu in a daze, and always felt that the scene in front of him was not real, as unattainable as a snowy mountain. His Majesty the Emperor is cold and piercing, powerful and indestructible...... There will be a time when the mountains and rivers are exhausted?

When did His Majesty's appearance become so old? He bowed his head slightly, wiped the blood stains from his lips with the sleeves of his eunuch clothes, and looked at His Majesty the Emperor with complicated eyes.

What he said was very meaningless, and Emperor Qing had at least more than a dozen wounds on his body, especially the broken left arm. The wound on the abdomen was gushing blood.

Just as His Majesty 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 today he fought with Wuzhu in a shocking battle, and was sniped off again. was ambushed by Fan Xian, who faintly broke through the realm, even if he was the most powerful king in the world, he had already reached the last moment.

Then His Majesty the Emperor still had a hint of mockery and indifference on his face, and his three fingers were still gently resting 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. Instead, he hissed and coughed up blood. looked at Fan Ruoruo beside him with a gentle look, and after looking at it calmly for a long time, he said, "I said it." It's not easy to be a good emperor...... First of all, we must give up some unnecessary emotions, let alone be soft-hearted...... If you are in the heart today, this is a fatal mistake. ”

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

Since last fall. She was brought to the palace by His Majesty. He has been accompanying this lonely king in the imperial study, day by day. Another day, she saw too many thin figures dressed under the oil lamp to review the recitals, heard too many coughs coming from the sickbed, and saw 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 His Majesty the Emperor's arm instead of the fatal vital part.

His Majesty the Emperor was right, at that moment, Fan Ruoruo's heart was **.

"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 His Majesty the Emperor, 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 peak, 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, he said, "** I'm not very afraid of death." ”

"Getting rid of 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 this ** is a little like me, thin and ruthless, it is really true." ”

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

I don't know why, after Fan Xian was reborn, he could always have a calmness and even coldness that ordinary people couldn't match, but at such a tense moment, when he heard His Majesty the Emperor's words, a trace of sour welled up from the depths of his heart. A trace of emptiness, a trace of anger, and a cold voice shouted loudly at His Majesty the Emperor: "Enough!"

The Emperor looked silently into the son's eyes, 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 trace that came from nowhere. Weird rage.

In the empty palace, apart from the rain that still accumulated on the ground, and the countless corpses and flesh, only four people could still 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, and Fan Xian seems to have a chance to make a move, but His Majesty is within three feet of Fan Ruoruo, and no one dares to take such an adventure in front of a great grandmaster, although Fan Ruoruo still has the heavy sniper in his hand, although anyone can see it. 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 five bamboos in front of him. Slowly raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner 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 inevitably leads to his death, but the death of a king is not necessarily due to his failure.

Today's Emperor Qing may have been surrounded by the breath of death, but he did not fail because he died today. In fact, it was destined a long time ago.

There is no real royal way in the world. His Majesty the Emperor's body, the true qi that has been violently all these years. The disturbing land cannot rest in peace, and many reasons in the past year have made these true qi find a way to harm him in the flesh, quickly destroying his vitality and accelerating his aging. However, His Majesty the Emperor lowered his eyes slightly, looked 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 he bent down slightly, coughing with a hint of unwillingness, "The Li family is destined to dominate the universe, as long as you die, no matter who of my two sons ascends the throne, the world in the future will still be 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 at this time in the palace, the situation has changed, and in the lonely court, His Majesty 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, those relatives under the Yellow Spring, Cheng Qian, Cheng Ze, and the Empress, what kind of indifferent eyes would they use to look at themselves? The queen mother is still okay in the underworld? Is the soul of the ** after death still looking at himself with that seemingly gentle, but actually extremely detached 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 His Majesty the Emperor's face, could it be that I was destined to be defeated in her hands? The bright yellow figure shook slightly, and the gun in Fan Ruoruo's hand was caught by his intact hand in the air, the knuckles were slightly **, and the domineering true qi of the king ** 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. The injury 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 **, 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, and slowly raised his head. Looking at Wuzhu, who was sitting on the ground and leaning on Fan Xian's legs, he shook his head with great difficulty.

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

"But it happened after all, and one day he will remember what happened back then, so that he knows something, he ...... Always come to kill me. The pale-faced emperor looked at Wuzhu, who was speechless and demented like a child, trying to stand up, but couldn't stand up. Suddenly said: "Old Five, you forgot something 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, and a twitch. He always felt that all this was happening today was too strange to be real.

The glow in the Emperor's sunken eyes gradually dissipated. 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. There was no trace of depression, but like the extremely powerful king a few years ago, he sneered and said: "The seed of the little emperor of the war family is yours...... You also know what kind of temperament the third child is, no matter what you do in the future, this world will always be the world surnamed Li. ”

"You have said that even if you die, even if there is a great flood. But I had to think. The emperor looked at Fan Xian. The smile on the corner of his lips grew thicker and thicker, and it became more and more full of mockery: "Your mother is just trying to change the course of history. What a presumptuous and naïve idea that you want to stop the course of history. ”

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 glint flashed in the Emperor's pupils.

Fan Xian didn't say anything more, he only realized at this moment that he still underestimated the emperor Lao Tzu, it turned out that what he had said and done on weekdays, 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 ** 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 ground 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 that His Majesty fought back before he died, would he let Uncle Wuzhu, **, and himself accompany him to the funeral Until this moment, he still believes that Emperor Lao Tzu has this kind of strength.

His Majesty the Emperor raised his head with difficulty, squinted 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 a teenager, he was forbearant in the dilapidated palace, and when he was young, he traveled the world with his friends, increased his knowledge, and galloped on the white mountains and black waters in the prime of life, and galloped on the sunset grassland, leading countless sons and daughters to lay down a big territory, pointing to the world, and wanting to lay a bigger country. It is intended to be a future generations, an immortal industry, and a name in history.

But all this has to be stopped, how can I be reconciled? I still have a lot to do......

If Emperor Qing knew about these characters who were growing in other people's rivers, such as Ye Qingmei, such as Wuzhu, and Fan Xian. In fact, they are not people of this world, will they be born, and the heavens will die for me, and the sigh of the crime of non-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's such thing as daring to compete with me shouldn't exist in the first place, right?

It's just that...... If there is no if, if there is no leaf light eyebrows. Maybe I won't have that part of my life...... Really happy days?

The emperor's eyebrows furrowed, forgetting the passage of ** life. I just fell into this question, which was in the small building at the beginning. 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 withdrew his gaze and regained his composure, and the dying king still possessed supreme power and will. He looked indifferently at Fan Xian and Wuzhu in front of him. It seems that at any time he may use the last brilliance of his life to burn the other party's life.

There was a long silence.

Fan Xian wiped the blood from his lips again. watched His Majesty the Emperor's every movement nervously, but even he didn't notice that he not only looked like the emperor with a thin **, but also looked like the other party with this action of wiping blood.

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 today, but there is another thing I am extremely curious about in this life. ”

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 the people in the world, and should not let those shit gods interfere.

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

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 Surveillance Courtyard 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, gushing out from between the clear and agile eyes, illuminating the square in the palace in an instant, 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!

Just in an instant, His Majesty the Emperor's face suddenly turned into a calm, in this piece of fire, proudly straightened his body, although there was only one arm, he stood up straight, the moment before leaving, a trace of disdain drifted in his mind The thought was so, but so, still so.

The strongest man in the world is the moment of death. still left a strong back. In this warm rainbow, this back looks particularly cold, silent, gloomy, lonely, but unusual...... Proud.

Flying ash in the sky, gradually falling, if used to pay tribute to the impermanence of the world's firecracker crumbs. It was 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.

At night, the raging fire of the Taiji Hall has been extinguished, fortunately the rain wet the earth today, otherwise this fire is afraid that the entire Nanqing Palace will be burned into ruins.

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

It was not the Northern Qi Assassins who assassinated His Majesty. It is the most heinous rebellion and villain in the history of Nanqing. Fan Xian. The imperial court confirmed the news in the first time, if it weren't for Scholar Hu and Ye Chong, who was seriously injured but not dead. forcibly suppressed the grief and indignation in the whole of Kyoto, and perhaps on this night, many houses in Fanfu and Guogong Lane have been burned to rotten, and the people inside are even more unlucky.

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

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

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

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 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 cannot 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 Xian 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 he was no longer in Hanguang Palace.

His Majesty naturally knew that the key was in his own hands, so he only 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 white silk to deepen her hatred for Ye Qingmei, the demon girl?

However, in addition to telling this matter in a playful tone to express his strong dissatisfaction, there is nothing else worth noting in Ye Qingmei's letter, and the whole article is just a short story of the parents, how Wuzhu is, how Fan Jian is in the Qinglou, with those clumsy and stiff handwriting. It's hard to bear.

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 was 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 memories and to which no one knew the answers. Then he noticed the handwriting on the back of the second piece of paper.

These handwriting is strong**, but they control their emotions, and they are written in an extraordinarily orderly manner, and it is obvious that they are His Majesty's handwriting. Fan Xian looked carefully, and after looking at it for a long, long time, he sighed softly. His hands tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to destroy the letter. Then, he carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it in his bosom.

"I'm not wrong. ”

These are the last words that Emperor Qing left behind the letter. It seems to be an unusually powerful and proud declaration, but the announcement of a deceased ** on the letterhead 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 I will not be able to judge the merits and demerits of His Majesty the Emperor in this life.

Hair from Ye Qingmei. Chen Pingping. He has only hatred for His Majesty the Emperor, but the relationship between him and Emperor Lao Tzu. How can it be so simple as just blood, the soul in him can not admit blood, but it can't get rid of the past of these years, this emotion is so complex that it is not at all words can express it.

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 he didn't rejoice after revenge, he seemed to be a little sad, but he couldn't cry anything, he just stood numb, numb in the cold wind.

It can be seen from the letter that there is really no real royal road in the world, it turns out that the emperor's body is no longer good in this year, and it turns out that even if Ye Qingmei said, let everyone be 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 stormy night, all he asked for was peace of mind, just the settlement 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 that Prince Jing treasured Ye Qingmei's letters, and thought that Ye Qingmei's letters to the emperor were always talking about the world and people's livelihood, and there was really only one letter with such an ordinary tone as today, maybe it was because of this that His Majesty the Emperor cherished it extraordinarily?

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile bitterly, His Majesty the Emperor 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. It is not a pain for His Majesty to meet a woman like Ye Qingmei, but when Ye Qingmei meets Emperor Qing, it is 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 woman in the yellow shirt 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 some corner of heaven and earth, they will touch each other 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, prepared 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 who looked sad but were actually thoughtful, and couldn't help but feel something.

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