People who can implement ideas one by one deserve respect.

There are too many people in this world who dream too much and don't really do it at all.

However, the people who can not only implement the ideas of many years ago, but also realize and succeed one by one, can only be described as terrible.

If such a person is not kind, then this kind of terrible is a disaster.

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The icy mountain stream water hit Yuan Yan's face, just like the cold wind after October in the palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty, like a sharp blade cutting thorns.

For her, this feeling is like an imprint on her bone marrow.

Her mother, the shepherdesss who was known to many in the Northern Wei Dynasty as a witch who had seduced the king, died when she was five years old.

She was actually allowed to enter the palace at the age of seven.

However, outside the dormitory of the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, she stood for two hours before she was finally summoned and was rewarded with a pot of hot tea and a pot of snacks.

She was born with a different experience than ordinary people.

In the years when the magnates of the Northern Wei Dynasty began to determine that she was the illegitimate daughter of the former emperor, but the empress dowager's meaning was ambiguous, she knew that one of her small lives was always held by an invisible rope.

Whether this rope is let go, or tightened to lift her, is only the intention of the current emperor and his mother in the palace.

When she was five years old, her mother had died of illness in a deep house.

But at that time, she already knew how to think, who knew if she really died of illness.

When she was seven years old, after she actually entered the palace, she stood for two hours in the biting cold wind, but she always maintained patience and humility, and for the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who had read countless people, she at least saw her difference.

She knew it to this day.

For the Empress Dowager and the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there is no difference between herself back then and herself now like a poor puppy.

It doesn't matter if you are obedient or not, if you are too weak, you can pinch it to death at any time, but the key is whether you can make them feel different.

Luckily, she's really different.

She is more mature than any cultivator of her age, and she has more cultivation talents.

So she was truly favored, and she was even qualified to decide the life and death of that Baosheng King.

Although the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty likes King Baosheng's hush and warmth, and likes such a son to accompany her when she is bored, she will not tell her what she has seen and heard, those boring things, whether she is bored or the emperor will not say to her.

But she would never like her son without feet, she would not like that unusually humiliating son to come to her knees.

Out of sight is out of sight.

Therefore, the order she gave to the departing Divine Mind Realm cultivator was to let King Baosheng disappear into this Meishan Mountain forever.

Over the years, she has learned that if she wants to survive and live better, she can only rely on two things.

One thing is to know more about the temperament of the emperor and the empress dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty, better understand their true thoughts, and better understand their own proportions.

Another thing is to be more careful in the cruel battle formation, and to be more cautious in preparing for your own back.

Few would believe that a big man like her would prepare her own retreat around her path at every calculation, no matter how successful the calculation might be.

If there was no such retreat, she would rather wait for another opportunity.

Not far from the woodland where Xi Huiwei and Helan Guanshan had just fought, there was a mountain stream.

The pool water under the mountain stream is not deep, the water flow is very rapid, and it is only a few dozen zhang downstream, and it is a waterfall again, falling into a stream in the mountain forest below.

The drop of the waterfall is more than 30 zhang, and for the vast majority of cultivators, according to their normal judgment, if they are not the kind of powerhouse of the Divine Mind Realm, if they rush down the mountain stream from this mountain forest, fall into the pool, and then be washed into the waterfall, and fall down the waterfall into the mountain stream and river below, the chance of survival should be very small.

Yet she knew she wasn't going to die.

Because she had already prepared when she ordered her subordinates to explore the terrain before, and turned this place into one of her retreats.

When her subordinates explained the battle plan and rest, there would always be a few maids by her side, and they would disappear during the normal march, and these maids, who were also cultivators, were not just taking care of her food and daily life, but were people who were at her behest and helped her prepare the way back in advance.

Among them were two maids whose real faces even resembled her.

From this point on, they were even able to temporarily take her place.

She jumped down the mountain stream.

Many of these thoughts just flashed into her mind when she was in the air.

Then she straightened her body like a flat brick and stone, and smashed it on the surface of the pool.

There was a muffled sound.

Her face and chest ached.

Then she threw herself into the water, her body touching the bottom, shaking up some mud and sand.

Only this painful way of entering the water could save her from being hit hard, and then she held her breath and let the water rush down her.

When she was like a piece of floating log, thrown down by the waterfall, she forcibly opened her eyes under the impact of countless water droplets, and then stared downward, quickly adjusting the direction of her falling into the water.

After just a few breaths, she fell into the water again.

Her body pierced deep into the depths of the mountain stream like a sharp arrow, and then began to unload.

Her movements were quick, pieces of armor separating from her skin, but they were held by a steel wire, not washed away by the water.

She was soon naked, and all her close-fitting clothing and armor were wrapped up in the water, then tangled in a ball, stuffed under a large rock, and then pressed against another stone.

She emerged from the shadows of the mountain forest on one side.

Like a white fish that has taken off its scales, it jumps ashore.

Her figure was perfect, without any fat, and her waist was only full of hand, but she looked full of a strange sense of strength.

Her skin is also very fair, probably because she ate too much goat's milk when she was a child, even in the dark place of the mountains and forests, there is a cream-like feeling, shining with fluorescence.

It's just that there are a lot of knife marks and sword marks on her body, which suddenly has less beauty and more coldness.

She easily saw the maid's mark.

It's a sign that only she knows what it means.

From the pile of seemingly unremarkable miscellaneous branches and dead leaves, she quickly pulled out a bag.

There was a shirt in his bag.

This is not the clothing of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the clothing style of the Southern Dynasty, which looks exactly the same as the clothing of some colleges in the Southern Dynasty.

She didn't rush to put on her clothes, but took out a bottle of medicinal oil from her bag and quickly and meticulously applied it all over her body.

Her complexion quickly turned a little yellower, and she was no longer as fair as before.

Her skin was slightly puffy, too.

This puffiness is only relative to her previous perfect body, in fact, this puffiness is very natural, like an instant fat.

Then she cut some of her hair, cut it in pieces, and threw it into the running water behind her.

These tiny strands of hair would be washed away in an instant, wrapped around rocks or dead branches, or flowing down the river, rushing far away, in short, even a careful cultivator like her should not be able to associate this with her.

She began to dress.

The moment she put on her clothes, even those cultivators who had followed her before would probably never recognize her as the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty again.

She became a girl from the Southern Dynasty.

A young girl from the Southern Dynasty with a round face and a slight chubby.

(There are still people who say that my Sword Dynasty, Pingtiance is routine, and the characters are face-painted, I think his conscience must have been eaten by dogs...) Although my sword dynasty still often uses calm flow, although many of my characters are very pretending, and in fact, I don't accept criticism, but... But if my books are all routines, my face is all faces, and attacking an author who seeks to change every book and does not follow routines, and takes plot design and ambush, this attack point is too wrong, right?