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Her methods are indeed so good that she has deceived everyone.

Yes, this cemetery is not an altar used to connect with the Holy Light Continent, but only a means to divert the attention of the Demon Lord.

But the cemetery is really an altar.

Those nobles who were used for sacrifice were not sacrificed to the Holy Light Continent, but to the abyss to help her resurrect.

This evil method is the biggest secret that she can live for so many years, and it is difficult to be killed or caught.

She has done this twice in the last few hundred years.

While establishing a spatial passage with the Holy Light Continent, she did not forget to arrange her back path properly.

Therefore, Chen Changsheng broke through the realm and entered the sacred, and Su Li's sword came up from the sky, which really disappointed her and made her extremely painful, but it did not make her despair.

As long as you are alive, you have a chance to make a comeback.

At that time, she was ready to be killed by the Terran powerhouse, just waiting to be resurrected through the altar.

Who would have thought that Wang Zhice was not ready to kill her, he just wanted to imprison her in the Garan Temple, and even did not hesitate to turn his face with the strong men of the human race for this.

It's a bit of a mockery.

The black robe was not moved, just anxious.

The Demon Lord sensed her emotions and found a way to help Liu Qing kill her.

Nominally, he wanted to live and die with her, but in fact, he was not.

Although at that time, the Demon Lord didn't know what the black robe wanted to do.

It can only be said that the Demon Lord really loves her.

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The wind howled and the snow moved slightly.

Her eyes fell on the snow, and she saw the little golden blood left in the snow.

It's all the blood of the Demon Marshal.

The Magic Shuai is her most trusted companion.

The body she is using now was personally selected by the Demon Marshal and placed in this grave by herself.

The black robe knew what happened to the demon marshal afterwards.

She was deeply sorry for this.

Until the end, the demon marshal didn't know that she had deceived herself, and she wanted to destroy even the demon clan together.

The black robe squatted down, reached out and dipped some of the gold blood that had long since changed color in the snow, reached to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then kissed it.

She stood up and walked up the slope.

She stayed in the grave for many days, and did not dare to come out until she was sure that the Terran army had relaxed its guard.

These days, she has nothing to eat but snow and water, and she has to endure the torture of the bitter cold, so she is very weak now.

The most important thing is that she needs to practice again now, and it will take dozens of days to have some self-preservation, and as for recovering to the level of her heyday, I am afraid it will take decades.

She slowly walked to the top of the slope and looked at the snowfield in the distance, a slight smile on her slightly rotten lips.

Thinking about the cold and hunger she had endured these days, she felt that she was truly an amazing avenger.

In the snowy field, she prepared a lot of hiding places and food, and as long as she could walk there, she could usher in temporary safety.

When she recovers her strength, she will return to the old city of snow, no, go directly to her long-lost homeland in the south.

She has already thought about what to do when the time comes, the human race that completely defeats the demon race will inevitably fall into internal strife again, whether it is between the north and the south, or between the court and the palace, between the human race and the demon race, and even between the pair of senior brothers, there will be new contradictions.

This is the inevitability of history, and it is also the weapon of law that she will use.

Revenge will continue.

The black robe looked back at the old city of Xue, and there was a faint sense of emotion.

Stories are generally written like this, with an open-ended ending, waiting for a new chapter to emerge many years later.

But today the story is different.

The black robe was ready to walk down the hill and disappear into the snowfield.

At this moment, a field of snow rose high and then scattered in all directions.

A very tall demon stood up from the snow, and the shadow fell on the black-robed face.

The black robe only glanced at it, and he was sure that it should be a member of the huge Guai family.

The problem is, no matter how you look at it, this demon is dead, it is a corpse, but because of the recent cold, it has not decomposed, like a zombie.

How could a zombie get up from the bottom of the cemetery and pounce on itself?

The black robe looked at the corpse that was getting closer and closer, his eyes narrowed, and he wondered what the hell was this?

If it had been before, the black robe would have only needed to flick the sleeves of his coat, or even a glance, to turn this corpse into powder.

But now that her cultivation has failed, she is very weak, she has no ability at all, and she can't avoid it even if she wants to.

The tall demon corpse pressed directly against the black robe's body, crushing her to the snow.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or intentionality, but there was a hard stone in the snow that happened to be on top of her neck.

There was a soft snap.

The black robe's cervical vertebrae were broken, and blood slowly flowed out, gradually staining the snow red.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the gray sky, full of anger and despair, and a touch of confusion.

At this time, she couldn't even blow away the snowflakes that were about to fall in her eyes, let alone push away the heavy demon corpse.

She could only wait helplessly for death to come.

A moment later, the heavy demon corpse flipped to the side on its own.

With a snort, a crack appeared in the corpse's chest and abdomen, and a man slowly crawled out of it.

The man was dressed in a very thin garment, covered in blood and stains, very thin, and his face was pale and smelly.

I don't know if I used up my last strength, the man gasped heavily, lying motionless on the snow, just beside the black robe.

The black robe turned his head with some difficulty, looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

The man's voice was small and hoarse, as he hadn't drunk water in days.

"My name is Folded Sleeves. ”

The black robe knew who it was and was silent.

The cold wind whistled on the snowy slopes, and in the distance cavalry drove by, and no one noticed that on the top of the snowy slopes, two people were lying quietly side by side.

If someone looks down from the sky, they may think that this picture is somewhat beautiful, they are very much like a martyred couple.

Unfortunately, this is not true.

I don't know how long it took, but the black robe sighed faintly and asked, "How did you know?"

Naturally, the question was how she would have guessed that she would borrow this corpse from the cemetery to resurrect.

"I don't know what you want to do, but when I came to this cemetery, I happened to see you there." ”

At that time, the Terran army was about to break through the Snow Old City, and at such a tense moment, the injured black robe was still in the mood to come to this cemetery, which showed that this cemetery was very important to her.

The black robe said, "So you've been waiting here for me to come back?"

Folded sleeves and said, "Yes." ”

The black robe said, "Haven't you thought that your idea might be wrong?"

That night in the Demon Temple, she was killed by Liu Qing, and the spirit escaped with the power of the altar, but she was not in a hurry to leave, and hid in the cemetery very carefully for dozens of days.

She couldn't think of anyone who could endure it better than herself.

What's more, there is no reason to fold your sleeves to endure so many days in this cemetery for a corollary.

He folded his sleeves and said, "I don't need me anywhere else, I'm suitable to do something to fill in the gaps." ”

The black robe said, "What if I don't show up? Will you wait until you finally become a real zombie?"

Folded his sleeves and said, "No, when I confirm that you won't come back here, I will naturally leave." ”

The black robe asked, "How do you confirm?"

"When hunting, the most important thing is not experience, but intuition. ”

The black robe said, "What if your instincts are wrong?"

Folded sleeves and said: "Not every hunt is guaranteed to be able to hit the prey, just come back next time." ”

The black robe thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense." ”

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News of the reappearance of the folded sleeves soon reached Kyoto, and with it came an even more secretive message.

It wasn't until he saw the content of the letter that Chen Changsheng knew that the black robe was not dead, and then died in the hands of the folded sleeves - this matter was not made public, because the folded sleeves made it very clear in the letter that he didn't need such an honor, for the sake of all considerations, it was better that this episode did not happen.

Therefore, Liu Qing still thought that the black robe was dead under his sword, and felt that there was no professional pursuit, and after confirming that the court and the palace did not need him to inquire about Cao Yunping's news, he ended his killer career very calmly under the witness of Xu Yourong and Archbishop Eucalyptus, and began his later life.

Chen Changsheng went to the North Terracotta Hutong and met with Chen Liuwang.

At this time, Chen Liuwang naturally had no need to hide it anymore, and he was calm with a little arrogance, without any consciousness of being a prisoner. Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar face of this friend who was once very familiar, Chen Changsheng finally understood why Tang Thirty-six had always disliked him.

- Chen Liuwang is a very calm and sober person, he lives very clearly, he knows what he wants to pursue in his life, so his desires will appear very open, which can also be understood as naked, and what finally appears is calm, and this is the hypocrisy that Tang Thirty-six is most disgusted with.

Chen Liuwang looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "In other history, maybe I won in the end. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe, because there is no me in that history." ”

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Four years ago, a begonia tree was replanted in that small courtyard in the North Terracotta Alley.

Two years ago, the restoration project of the Tianshu Mausoleum was officially completed. The river embankment and bluestone road that were destroyed in the war more than ten years ago and the conflict ten years ago have been repaired, and under the careful construction of skilled craftsmen, there is no special new feeling, and some of them are repaired as the old.

Looking at Qinglin, Wang Po thought of Xun Mei.

He went to the path of God, and no one came to stop him.

The pavilion has collapsed and has not been rebuilt, Khan Qing has died, and there are no mausoleum guards here.

He walked to the top of the peak, looked at the wordless Heavenly Book Tablet, and was silent for a long time.

He turned around and looked at Kyoto under the mausoleum, and his gaze finally fell on the Imperial Palace.

It's cool and autumnal.

He turned away.

Never came to Kyoto again.

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Chen Changsheng came to the palace and told the rest of the people the news of Wang Po's departure.

The expressions of the rest of the people remained unchanged, but the expressions of the Divine General Heming and the ministers were obviously much more relaxed.

After the people retreated, Yu Yu made his own comments on this matter or Wang Po.

"With the common people in mind, the true countryman is also. ”

Chen Changsheng's mood was a little heavy, and Wang Po's departure reminded him of Shang Xingzhou's life.

"Master has always wanted to do one thing in his life, and now if he is still alive, he will definitely be very happy, but it may be ...... It's going to be empty, too. ”

"Maybe. ”

Yu Yu didn't finish his words, looked at the piece of paper on the case, shook his head and said, "It's wrong to use the pen, rewrite it a hundred times." ”

The little Taoist priest, who was already very resistant to the calligraphy class, looked at Chen Changsheng pitifully, and shouted, "Senior brother......"

When he was in the old temple in Xining Town, if Yu Yu and Chen Changsheng made a mistake in the silent writing, they would inevitably be punished.

Chen Changsheng had seen too much of this kind of picture, reached out and touched the little Taoist's head, and said with a smile: "He is a senior brother, and I will listen to him too." ”

Yu Ren said: "Therefore, it is a very beautiful thing to leave at the right time. ”

This is the answer to Chen Changsheng's sentence just now.

Because it was a little sudden, Chen Changsheng was stunned before answering.

"Yes. ”