Twenty years ago, the Leaf Palace.

The crimson pillars stained the night, and looked gloomy and uncertain in the drowsy wind, as if pulling a piece of the palace into the netherworld.

The road leading to the main hall was paved with blood and starlight, and the Xuanyuan mirror above his head reflected the flickering candlelight, illuminating the cold eyes of the emperor above the Danqi.

And under the Danqi, the delicate beauty, dressed in blood, dragged the giant sword that was very inconsistent with the slender body with one hand, carried the red box on her shoulder, and walked forward step by step.

With each step, she kept getting closer to the emperor on the throne, her eyes splashing with blood and fire with each step, and with each step, her body fell lower and lower.

The hall was littered with corpses.

The emperor was furious and lay in wait for thousands of miles. The husband was angry, and the blood was splashed five steps, and then the world was vegetarian.

This distance is already too close. If she threw the sword in her hand, she would most likely hurt the emperor. Rao is accustomed to sitting upright on the dragon chair, overlooking the emperor who is struggling, and he also feels a little uncomfortable at this time.

But the woman finally stopped. Her men, along with her sword, stopped.

Because she was indomitable, she was blocked.

The person who stopped her seemed to suddenly appear from the shadows, and it was as if they had been standing there, waiting for this moment to come.

Seeing the young man with the crane scarf appear in front of Danqi with his back to him, the emperor breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, and said quietly on his face: "Yuwen Aiqing rescued the driver in time, and he should be rewarded for his meritorious service." ”

Under the Xuanyuan mirror, in the shadow of the candle flame, the young man with a deep smile squinted his slender Danfeng eyes, raised the jade wat in his hand lightly, and said in a strange manner: "Thank you for the love of the saint, minister, the liver and brain are smeared, and it is not a pity to die." ”

A trace of surging murderous intent flashed in the emperor's eyes.

The woman in blood bit her tongue word by word and said, "Yuwen is lonely." ”

The young man of the crane shook slowly: "It is exactly below." ”

The giant sword, which was two palms wide, trembled slightly, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

"Luo Qianxia, you are indeed a genius in the sky, before and after, I am afraid that there is no woman in the martial arts who can be as amazing and brilliant as you. However, even if you kill the world's vegetarian in Ye-making tonight, will you be able to escape this catastrophe?"

The blood-clothed woman's expression was gloomy, but her eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"It's not enough to kill Luo Jianqi, but also to abolish Wen Chuanyu, is it not that if I don't have the Luo Shen Fu in my hand, you can't wait to let the Luo Shen Sword Technique disappear in this world?!"

Yuwen smiled faintly: "It's an exaggeration. The death of Luo Jianqi and the abolition of Wen Chuanyu are not my wishes, but they all happened in the territory of leaf making, and I am sad and difficult to help myself. ”

"No more nonsense. ”

The blood-clothed woman looked indifferent, and her white arm, which was already covered in blood, waved again, and struggled to lift the Luo Shenfu with the tip of the sword hanging to the ground.

Yuwen hurriedly stopped: "Miss Luo is an understanding person, I guess she won't want Luoshen's sword technique to be lost tonight, right?"

The woman sneered: "What if it's lost, when I cut off the head of this dog emperor with a sword, it can be regarded as saving a merit for the Great Song Dynasty and eliminating a bloodshed." ”

"In fact, there is a way for you and Wen Chuanyu to live together, and the Luo Shen sword technique will not be lost. Yuwen said suddenly.

The woman in blood was stunned.

"Just find a new heir for Roselle. Yuwen smiled coldly, "I will allow you to change your mother's surname and continue to live in Yezuo, and Yezao will give you shelter." ”

The woman in blood was stunned for a moment, and her blood-stained face gradually revealed an angry expression. The Bodhisattva was angry, killing the heavens and shaking the earth.

Her dark eyes bloomed with a poignant edge at that moment.

"My sister is dead, and my parents' bones are cold, but that's it. Even if my Luo family fights to the last person, I will fight with you to make Ye Guo endlessly, and I will not aven......ge this revenge."

The smile on Yuwen Guhang's face deepened, and his unhurried tone sounded like a demon whispering in his ear.

"Really, what if I say that the heir I prepared for Luo Shen Sword is a descendant of Liao Xiaoran?"

Hearing this, the female swordsman, who was full of bloody and murderous intent and planned to fight to the death, suddenly had a golden flame burning under her eyes, as if the clouds were scattered and the moon was rising, and the tide was born in the four seas.

"You...... What do you say?"

Yuwen stood still, smiling deeply.

In the fourth year of Dazhong Xiangfu, when the four seas were in the Qing Dynasty, Ye-making that had been silent for many years under the oppression of the Khitan and the Great Song Dynasty suddenly dispatched an iron-clad army of about 30,000 people, in the name of clearing the grassland horse thieves, and took a large area from Hetao to Yanmen Pass in the Central Plains with lightning speed, so that the most fertile land north of the Yellow River fell into the hands of Ye-making.

Since then, the nearly twenty-year battle of Song Ye has begun.

War. What it brought is that countless families have been ruined, and the grassland with green grass and glittering grass has been red like blood, and no one has collected dry bones everywhere.

"Luo Qianxia, you and I both know what a difficult opportunity this is. Passing on the Luo Shen Sword Technique, passing on Liao Xiaoran's waiting, we need someone to inherit all this. Yuwen talked alone.

The blood-clothed woman had cold eyes: "But he shouldn't accept such a mission." ”

"No, he should, because he's just like you. Yuwen smiled meaningfully.

Luo Qianxia was stunned, lowered her head, and looked at Luo Shenfu in her palm with pity.

After years of wandering and nine deaths, I thought I would be exhausted, but I only waited for the news that my loved ones were disabled.

She picked up her father's sword box, pulled out the divine sword cast by her mother, and slashed over the map of a self-made leaf like a meteor that never returned, before finally killing in this hall, under the Danqi.

And Yuwen in front of him was lonely, his face was as white as jade, and he was wearing a scarf, and there was a mocking look in Danfeng's eyes, but he stopped in front of her without fear.

The original intention was to rather be broken than broken, and vowed to burn a jade with this court.

At this moment, another possibility rose from Luo Qianxia's heart.

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When Zhao Wu'an woke up from his deep sleep, the sandalwood in the car had not yet burned halfway.

He braced his forehead, which was aching from fainting, before realizing that he had a thick bandage around his neck. The Roselle sword box, which is regarded as his life, is still placed on his leg, but he has touched all over his body, and he can no longer find the beautiful woman.

The incense burner at his feet curls with green smoke, giving off a refreshing smell. Zhao Wu'an leaned down and opened the lid of the furnace, only to find that more than half of the incense ash in the furnace had accumulated.

Pulling the closed curtains open, from the scenery outside the window, Zhao Wu'an couldn't tell what kind of place this was, but with the uneven peaks, he could conclude that it was still within Miaojiang.

Confirming this, Zhao Wu'an relieved his heart slightly. He leaned comfortably on the cushion he had prepared for him and patted his sword box with a smile.

As long as Yuwen is still alive, it is impossible for Xie Hui to let himself die.

Zhao Wu'an had tried every means to dissociate himself from that country far away in Mobei, but he didn't expect to rely on it at this time. Being able to make Xie Hui deflated in this way, he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

The carriage moved forward unhurriedly, and the coachman was obviously extremely familiar with the roads of Miaojiang. Zhao Wu'an lifted the curtain and looked ahead, the coachman was dressed in Miao costume, sitting sideways, riding the car with one arm, and there were pinprick marks on his lips.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an open the door curtain, his face first showed a look of surprise, and then he raised the hand that was hanging in the air, and made some complicated gestures, his eyes showing panic.

Zhao Wu'an sighed, nodded knowingly, and sat back in the car.

Sure enough, Xie Hui couldn't be willing to be teased by him like this, so although he didn't let Zhao Wu'an leave Miao Jiang, he arranged a dumb coachman for him, so that he didn't know where he should go.

In this way, where he will go now is still guided by Xie Hui. If you want to break this game, there is almost no way to start.

According to common sense, he must have picked up the Roselle sword box and flipped out of the back of the car.

However, Zhao Wu'an just leaned comfortably on the seat, stretched out his hand and grabbed the back rope of the sword box, with a lazy expression, letting the carriage go, not asking about the road ahead, and not at all as if he was controlled by others.

In this hazy Miao Jiang, he seemed to be overly relaxed.

The carriage traveled for a day and a night, and every time the sandalwood burned at his feet, the coachman would stop the carriage and humbly refill it for him, and take a moment of rest.

In addition, the two did not eat for a whole day, and rode their horses in the almost barren Miaojiang wilderness, and the more they went, the more they walked.

At dawn the next day, when the sandalwood at Zhao Wu'an's feet was only a third of the fire, the coachman stopped the car.

With just a glance at sandalwood, Zhao Wu'an knew that he had arrived at his destination. He stood up, put the Roselle sword case on his back, and generously opened the curtain and walked out.

The light of the sky blinded his eyes.

It was as if the day of Jiuda Temple was sunny for the first time, and the wind at that time was as warm as this, and the temple at that time was as quiet as here.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head slightly, swept these thoughts out of his mind, and stepped out of the carriage.

He squinted his eyes and took advantage of the faint morning light to look at the building in front of him on a plain near a lake.

It was a tall tower, and the system was very different from that of the Central Plains. Except for the slightly larger base at the bottom, the whole tower is almost a straight column from top to bottom.

On the body of the tower, there are colorful murals painted, colorful, and the content is even more mysterious and obscure. Even Zhao Wu'an, who has been observing Buddhist paintings since he was a child, feels a little dizzy in front of this tower picture.

There were three people standing in front of the tower, two men and one woman, who didn't seem to have a good relationship with each other, and Zhao Wu'an's arrival made the already embarrassing atmosphere even more tense.

Among the three, Zhao Wu'an only knew Du Shenquan, and the other two had never seen it, and there was no useful information in his mind.

The woman had a beautiful face, a graceful figure, dressed in splendid satin, dressed in Western Regions, and holding a butterfly scimitar that was very similar to that used by Dailou Duyun, but the format was larger.

The man covered his face with a black veil, and his whole body was wrapped in a black shirt, carrying a heavy object, which was also wrapped thickly, and it was impossible to see what it was.

Since Du Shenquan is from Xie Hui's side, it is not difficult to guess that among the other two there should be Dongfang Lianmo's subordinates.

However, Du Shenquan was ordered to solve Hui's affairs, and Dongfang Lianmo may not know about it. But since Xie Hui dared to send Zhao Wu'an here, he must have won the battle.

In other words, this old man, who has never missed a shot in the business field, is confident that he can win, regardless of whether there is a spoiler like Zhao Wu'an.

And Zhao Wuan also made up his mind to turn defeat into victory. Since he can counter the general Xie Hui's army, there is a possibility of breaking the situation.

Until he saw this tall tower and the three people in front of the tower, he had always thought so.

And it wasn't until the girl dressed in the Western Regions spoke that he realized that he was just wrong.

The girl who was called Murong Qingzhu said word by word.

"I've been waiting for two hundred and forty-five years, and you're finally here. ”

...... What the?

You've been waiting......

Two hundred and forty-five years?