The night is like water, and the cool wind blows back and forth between the mountains. The faint sound of the flute also spread with the wind to every corner of the mountain.

"Childe, it's late at night, go back and rest. Zhou Zhiruo walked over and said softly. Looking at the boy standing on the edge of the cliff with a body as long as jade, a trace of fascination crossed his beautiful eyes.

"You go back and rest first, I want to stay here for a while. The sound of the flute stopped, and the sound came, as indifferent and cold as ever.

A hint of gloom flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, she hesitated for a while, and said, "The slave is not tired, just wait for the son here." ”

"I want to be alone for a while. The voice paused, still faintly.

"Well, then I'll stay below, and if the son needs it, he will summon the slave and maid. Zhou Zhiruo had a trace of grievance in her eyes, and her gloomy expression deepened, and she replied.

"Yes. The voice replied noncommittally.

Zhou Zhiruo retreated.

Song Qingshu sighed in his heart, he was not a chick, let alone a fool. Although his background as an engineering man makes him not good at words, he knows everything in his heart. He could feel Zhou Zhiruo's infatuation with him.

But he is not an abusive person, in his heart, his wife in the future is the one who should stay with him for the rest of his life.

He didn't mind venting his desires in this world once in a while, but he couldn't tolerate his true feelings for the people here. Because, this is destined to hurt others and hurt oneself.

has been with Zhou Zhiruo for so long, the original disgust has gradually disappeared, in his eyes, Zhou Zhiruo is a kind, lively and lovely little Lori. But it made him even more unbearable to hurt her.

Although he had already made up his mind to marry Zhou Zhiruo, this was just for the past. He is going to return to modern times after all, and having too much to do with Zhou Zhiruo is not good for either of them!

It's just that people are not plants and trees, how can they be ruthless? Not to mention Zhou Zhiruo, a beauty who captivates the country and the city. In the face of Zhou Zhiruo's watery gentleness, Song Qingshu faintly felt that his psychological defense line had been shattered.

"That's it, destiny is destined, let it all be fate. Song Qingshu muttered, wiped the bamboo flute carefully, and gently put it away.

The reason why Zhou Zhiruo must be driven down is not to deliberately avoid Zhou Zhiruo's feelings. How to say that he is also an adult in his thirties with a psychological age, and he is not enough to do things to escape reality.

It's just that tonight is a special day, and there may be some unpredictable things happening in a while, and Song Qingshu doesn't want Zhou Zhiruo to see it.

Yes, today is the last deadline for the mission of saving Pingwu County, which is doomed to perdition. By tonight, it's time to complete the mission!

The pillar of luck above his head was tumbling violently, but his luck seemed very thin. In the battle with Buhua'er, Song Qingshu's luck was exhausted, and he didn't kill anyone on a large scale after that, so it was only more than a hundred points of luck so far.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the tumbling of luck is getting more and more violent, and there is already an orange light faintly shining through.

Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly froze, and he found that the tumbling luck was actually absorbing the white threads wrapped around him little by little!

This white line first appeared when he came out of the valley of Kunlun Mountain and picked up bandits everywhere, and then as he exterminated more and more bandits, these white lines also became more and more, and after the formation of the Demon Army, this white line had an explosive growth.

By now, there were tens of thousands of white threads, and together they dyed the entire pillar of fortune white. It's just that these white threads have been wrapped around the pillar of luck, but they don't know what they do.

In other people, he also found these white lines, some more, some less, but they were all wrapped around the pillar of luck, and I don't know what effect they have. Unexpectedly, today, the pillar of luck began to absorb these white lines.

A surge of excitement rose in Song Qingshu's heart, and he faintly felt that with his breakthrough in his life this time, what these white lines were doing was about to be revealed.

The time is getting closer and closer, and the speed at which the pillar of luck absorbs the white threads is getting faster and faster, originally absorbed one by one, but later became several at the same time, and then became dozens or hundreds of them absorbed together.

The tumbling of the pillar of fortune also became more and more violent, as if it was the prelude to an explosion. The red luck is constantly churning outward, and an orange life grid main line has become more and more obvious!

When the hour finally came, the red pillar of fortune suddenly exploded, and the orange main line of life grid expanded rapidly, expanding to the entire pillar of fortune in an instant.

At the same time, the speed at which the Pillar of Fortune absorbed the white lines also increased sharply countless times, and tens of thousands of white lines were swept away, all of which were integrated into the Pillar of Fortune.

Song Qingshu's eyes darkened, and in an instant, he felt as if he was floating in the air, and when he looked down, he found that his body was still standing on the cliff, his eyes closed and motionless.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he found that he began to rise rapidly, surpassing the mountain peak and going straight to the void.

He looked down on more and more places, Shuzhong, Jiangnan, and the whole of China in the back of the world. Song Qingshu stood in the void, looking at the place where he grew up, the green grassland, the majestic Yangtze River and the Yellow River, the flowery Jiangnan, everything was under his feet.

Suddenly, countless pillars of luck rose on the earth, some large and some small, dividing the entire Huaxia with various colors.

Song Qingshu suddenly had a burst of realization in his heart, this is the general trend of the world!

A black dragon, rising from the grassland, swept the whole world and occupied the entire north. It's just that this black dragon looks quite decadent, wilting and entrenched there, and doesn't move for a long time, as if it is sick.

Song Qingshu knew in his heart that this was the Yuan Court, which started from the grassland and killed the world, but until now, the qi has run out, and time is running out.

In the southernmost part of China, a cloud of red is like the middle of the day, from the distant Kunlun Mountains began to shine on the entire Jiangnan, dyeing the entire Jiangnan into a piece of red. It's just that the red color is impure, mixed with some black spots.

Song Qingshu knew that this was the power of Mingjiao, and the Mingjiao army with Mingjiao as the main body only occupied a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, but it was full of vitality and unstoppable.

These black spots are because they still have some internal things that have not been dealt with, and the most important thing should be that the dragons are leaderless and fighting on their own, which drags down their development.

However, this obviously won't last long, once the Ming Sect integrates these, it will become a prairie fire, enough to burn heaven and earth!

Song Qingshu frowned, and thought: "Yuan Ting kills the world, is not good at education, although it is fierce for a while, but it will not last long. At this time, it is obvious that it has been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao.

When the only one who can fight against the Yuan Court today is the Ming Sect, but the Ming Sect has no leader, it seems that Zhang Wuji really came into being.

Also, Zhang Wuji, as the grandson of the Eagle King, the righteous son of the Lion King, the benefactor of the left envoy, and the life-saving grace of the people of the Ming Sect, only he can unify the Ming Sect.

In this way, Zhang Wuji has the identity of the son of the times and the son of destiny, perhaps not because he is the son of the era and the son of destiny destined by heaven.

It's because Heavenly Dao abandoned the Yuan Court and wanted to destroy the Yuan Court. And Zhang Wuji's identity is the only person who can facilitate this task, so Tiandao gave him the identity of the child of destiny.

This is from the fact that no matter what he did in the early stage, he could turn evil into good fortune and become auspicious in trouble. And when he integrated Mingjiao together, and the general trend of destroying the Yuan was decided, he was immediately calculated by Zhu Yuanzhang, and it can be seen that he was forced to retreat.

Because Zhang Wuji's character is not suitable for dominating the world at all, and he is still entangled with Zhao Min, what he needs to destroy the Yuan at this time is a troubled hero like Zhu Yuanzhang who is determined to destroy the Yuan!

Therefore, at this time, the identity of the son of fate has been transferred from Zhang Wuji to Zhu Yuanzhang. Because the Heavenly Dao only considers who is most suitable to complete the tasks of the Heavenly Dao, not that it must be completed by a certain person. Heaven is ruthless and treats everyone equally. There is no difference between everyone in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao!

If Zhang Wuji was still the son of fate at this time, how could Zhu Yuanzhang's little trick be calculated? Then the identity of this son of fate is too worthless.

If you think about it this way, does it mean that if others can complete the task of destroying the Yuan more suitable than Zhang Wuji, they can take the identity of the child of destiny from the Heavenly Dao?"

Song Qingshu was thrilled, to be honest, Zhang Wuji's identity as a son of fate has always made him deeply taboo. Because he knows the Tao, for this kind of character, any calculation is useless!

Heavenly Dao luck is added, you finally forced him into a desperate situation, and then he casually glanced at a certain stone, or an ancient tree or something, and he broke through in an instant, and his skill increased dozens of times, beating you like a dog, for this kind of person, do you have any reason to talk about?

So all along, he tried not to let himself have a conflict with Zhang Wuji, because it was completely his own death! However, today he suddenly found another opportunity to seize the child of destiny and become the child of destiny himself!

Of course, for now, this is just a speculation. Whether this is the case or not has to be tested. Besides, the current Demon Swinging Army is only a rebel army that occupies five small counties.

In the world, there is no sense of existence at all, and there is no comparison with a giant like Mingjiao. If you want to compete with Zhang Wuji for the position of the child of destiny, you must at least have a province in your hands to barely qualify!

"Alas, the future is bright, and the road is tortuous. The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!" Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, and could only comfort himself like this.

Putting his gaze back on the general trend of luck, Song Qingshu suddenly stared at him and muttered: "Yuan Court kills the world, Cheng Jinde." However, Mingjiao respects fire, and it is the virtue of inheriting fire, and melting gold with fire, which is just the right thing to regulate. It seems that there is some truth in this ancient theory of the reincarnation of the five elements. ”

The whole world is dominated by red and black, mixed with some messy colors, but under the oppression of the two major forces, it is not a climate.

Song Qingshu knew that this was some other small potential force, and if he looked closely, he also found a white qi pillar in Shuzhong, which was obviously his own demon army.

There are more than a dozen pillars of luck that bear the color of yellow and green on the entire earth, but they are the pillars of personal luck. The way of heaven is abnormal, the yuan loses its deer, the land of China, the dragon and the snake rise together, and chase it together!

Yellow and green life, the life of a provincial official. These people can be called hidden dragons, and it is possible for them to turn into real dragons, but they are destined for three points, and seven points depend on hard work! Who can turn into a dragon with golden scales depends on who can seize the opportunity!

However, Song Qingshu just passed by in a flash, for him, he had long known that Zhu Yuanzhang was a real dragon, and these people were struggling hard, but they were just opening the way for the real dragon. Not worth paying attention to!