Then time passed, and he saw unfamiliar faces gradually becoming familiar, seeing that the unkempt woman in the cold palace had turned out to be the country and the city, and seeing that the peach tree at the entrance of his dormitory was originally planted on his first birthday, and seeing the crowd coming and going, bustling.

But no matter what, he couldn't see the face he wanted to see the most.

A kind face that exists only in a portrait.

That's his mother.

He didn't remember her, but in the gossip that followed, he pieced together her miserable fate.

The son born to the concubine, since he became the only son of the emperor, he must also become the son of the empress.

Gradually, his memory was blurred, and he vaguely saw that the song that often accompanied him to sleep was written for him by his mother. It turned out that his tears were also wiped for him by his mother. It turned out that in those panicked days and nights, it was this woman, supporting her head with one arm, and gently shaking a small fan for him with the other hand, saying that she hoped that he would grow up quickly, and hoped that he would not grow up.

She said that she wanted to see him grow up and grow into a great man like his father, and hoped that he would also be able to stand alone one day, and then protect the woman she loved.

Don't let that woman be like her.

She said that he was the only prince and would inherit the throne in the future, and she did not want him to inherit the throne, because the man she loved never seemed to be happy.

She only hopes that he can grow up happily, but he was born in the royal family and is the eldest son, so he is destined not to be happy.

So she didn't want him to grow up, preferring that he would cry in her arms every day, and then laugh when he was full.

With such a clean smile, how to bear the world.

How can such a crying child protect a country.

She suddenly looked at the high candlestick with the light candle and said softly in that direction.

"You've grown so tall. ”

That direction is the direction where Lu Zhengli in his sleep was when he looked at these pictures in his memory.

"You've grown up after all. ”

"It's much more handsome than your father, a lot less domineering, and a lot more delicate. ”

"It seems that these years have not been satisfactory. ”

"You've suffered a lot. ”

The woman's tone was calm, gentle and quiet, so that Lu Zhengli's previous physical suffering gradually dissipated.

He said, "You are more bitter." ”

The woman said, "When I see you grow up, I will not be bitter." ”

Lu Zhengli's heart was sour, and his eyes were even more sour, so he stepped forward to hug this woman, and as soon as he stepped out, the world was spinning, and time passed quickly.

Suddenly, he saw a man standing on the eaves of the highest altar in the palace.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, only that it felt familiar. Inexplicably, when he was born, everyone was celebrating, but this man, in a dark night without moonlight, sighed heavily.

Then he saw himself grow up little by little, and the emperor announced that he would be appointed prince.

He was not happy at all, because at this very moment, the queen poured a glass of poisoned wine for the woman who had always been gentle and quiet, and everyone was silent and did not dare to speak, only the woman looked at Lu Zhengli and smiled tenderly: "I only wish you a happy life." ”

Lu Zhengli burst into tears, choked up and said, "I'm not happy." I've never been happy. ”

He ran towards the woman, but the distance became farther and farther away, and he saw that the crazy woman who had been wailing all day in the cold palace was at this moment, standing up in high spirits, speaking for his mother, and exposing the queen's vicious behavior to the emperor, but the emperor beat her into the cold palace.

He also saw the old woman who doted on him so much, and cut off the crazy woman's tongue with her own hands.

At that time, the ignorant child was still in the courtyard outside the concubine's bedroom, lying on the ground, pouting his buttocks, and wriggling to find crickets.

It's just that on this day, the middle-aged man who has been hiding in the dark finally appeared in the sun. This time, Lu Zhengli saw the face clearly, still familiar but unfamiliar.

The middle-aged man held the sword in one hand like this, and at the dawn of that late autumn, in front of the civil and military officials, step by step on the withered sycamore leaves, walked towards the emperor who ruled the world.

This plane tree was planted by the emperor when he married Lu Zhengli's mother. She said that although there were many people standing in front of the Zhaoyang Palace, none of them were alive and lifeless. So the emperor rebelled against the etiquette system for her, and insisted on planting this sycamore sent by the Western envoy here.

Wutong, Wutong, my Xiaotong, this emperor who has been cautious all his life, the emperor who is almost exhausted in the dynasty's luck, but who is struggling to support him, in this life, he will be willful this time.

The sycamore tree grew in front of the Zhaoyang Palace.

Some people see it rise, and some people see it fall.

Only this middle-aged man, starting from the beginning, saw it flourishing and saw it withering and withering.

Accompany it, accompany her, and go through this life.

"I said at the beginning, you are not worthy to marry her. The middle-aged man with the sword shook down three rows of armored guards surrounding him with just one step.

"I also said that I would take her down. The emperor on the dragon chair stood up, without the slightest fear, and walked towards the middle-aged man step by step.

"Seven years ago, I didn't kill you because she protected you. "There are constantly guards pouring into the royal road in front of the palace, surrounding the middle-aged people layer by layer.

"Now, you don't have a chance to kill me. The emperor's voice was not loud, but it was full of energy, and with the help of the echo of the palace design, it was heard from afar.

"Today, you must go down to the nine springs to repent to her. The guards had already held the handle of the knife in their hands, but they couldn't pull it out no matter what, and they only felt the knife in their hands tremble constantly, and their palms were numb.

"How do you know, I have no regrets. I've been regretting it since seven years ago. "The emperor has walked to the door of the Zhaoyang Palace," I only ask her to have no regrets. She has no regrets, so why should I be afraid!"

After that, Lu Zhengli couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, because the nearly 10,000 knives present roared at the same time, and at the same time, they came out of their sheaths and all came into the air, converging into a pitch-black long knife that covered the sky and the sun. On the other side, the middle-aged man stabbed at the sun with a sword, and flew out of the air from all directions of the sky, south and north, and the seven swords converged and stood in one place, forming a game of the Big Dipper.

After the hundred zhang long knife, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared, swallowing mountains and rivers unparalleled in the world, and when he opened his mouth, there seemed to be a mountain response, and there was an echo: "Shushan Beidou opened the heavenly array, and it was actually a woman in the world. In vain, you Wang Buyu has been the first person in kendo for twenty years. ”

"Old horseman, if you are here as the leader of the martial arts alliance, I am willing to fight with you. Now you are just a royal janitor, and you are not worthy of my Wang Buyu's sword!" This middle-aged man is known as the first person in the world's swordsmanship, Shushan Wang Buyu.

And the person who resisted the sword is the current leader of the martial arts alliance, the king of ten thousand people under the immortals.

"Do you know what the consequences of the assassin's murder are? The King of Ten Thousand People looked down in the air.

"Why is my Wang Buyu afraid of death, not to mention that you can kill me with half a step of heaven and human realm?" Although Wang Buyu stood below, his momentum was like coming from the sky. Even if the hundred-zhang long knife is in the air, the sword light from his seven swords can also illuminate this side of the world.

The king of ten thousand people said: "Even if you Wang Buyu has been a romantic figure in the rivers and lakes of my generation since his debut, but after all, he is only a martial artist, and you can't even be a chivalrous word, let alone a sword immortal in the world." The emperor died alone, and millions of blood were shed in the world, and you thought that you could stabilize it by relying on that five-year-old child. ”

Wang Buyu said: "I am a Jianghu person, I just want a clear conscience and happiness and hatred." ”

The king of ten thousand people said: "If you want to be quick for a while, you want the living beings in the world to suffer in vain?"

Wang Buyu pointed at the emperor and said, "What does it have to do with me! It is his responsibility to defend the world." It was his dereliction of duty that the world was in chaos. ”

The king of ten thousand people also pointed to the sycamore tree and said, "If she is here, will she let you act like this?" ”

Wang Buyu's hair was furious, his face was red like blood boiling, his long hair was stretched, his clothes were swollen and his robe was fluttering, and the sycamore leaves everywhere were windless and revolving around him.

His eyes were almost bleeding and tearful, and he shouted at heaven and earth, "She!

This hoarse roar, with the surging anger in Wang Buyu's chest, shook the surrounding imperial guards and fell in large pieces, bleeding from the seven orifices.

Then Wang Buyu also spurted blood from his mouth, fell down suddenly, and muttered in a low voice: "She's gone." ”

The seven swords in the sky suddenly fell powerlessly, and with the six sounds of "poo", they all sank into the bluestone slab in front of the Zhaoyang Palace.

She's gone.

The middle-aged man looked at the sky obscured by the convergence of ten thousand swords, looked at the little light that leaked out of the restoration of the sky net, and looked through the guards and military officials in front of him, through the ten thousand kings of the martial arts alliance who were in the air, through the Lu Emperor who was the co-lord of the world, through the palace, through the capital, through the earth, and through the nine shades of Huangquan.

Through thirty years of morning and twilight.

finally saw that when they first met, he secretly peeked through the seams of the clothes of the person who was also a master and father, and saw a naughty smile.

"Brother Buyu, why are you called Buyu. "The girl smiles like a flower, and the spring is bright.

"We Shushan people must take jade as the name, sharpen the sword, and make the jade successful. The boy replied truthfully.

"No," said the girl playfully, "it is unswerving unto death." ”

"What does that mean?" the boy asked.

"Even if you die, you will not swerving. ”

Even if you die, you will not swerving.

Now, why not.

The middle-aged man finally cried and blinded his eyes, and there was no one he wanted to see in this world.

"She's gone. ”