painting robbery

A piece of silk cloth with expanded characters is displayed on the table.

Yan Zhenci sat at the table, quietly looking at the picture.

After a long time, he used his fingers to represent the pen and traced the three characters on the cloth.

Save, Ah, Yuan.

One stroke at a time, even if it is stretched on the cloth, it is still hard to hide the panic and regret.

Just looking at this piece of cloth, Yan Zhen Ci can guess how frightened and painful the person who wrote these three words is.

but……

A Yuan, who is it?

No matter how long I think about it, Yan Zhenci's mind is still empty.

After tracing these three characters in his pen again and again, he suddenly got up, put away the silk cloth, carried the sword on his back, and went to Jietian Temple.

In Jietian Palace, Yan Zhenren was talking with Daqing's envoy.

Yan Zhenci waited patiently outside for a while, seeing the envoy of Daqing go out, and then went into the hall to meet Yan Zhenren.

Yan Zhenren sat above the main hall, with a calm face, but not very worried.He said to the boy beside him: "Take down the tea set, and bring a new cup of tea. I'll talk to your old patriarch."

Yan Zhen said: "No need for these, I came to tell you that I plan to leave the Sword Palace for a while."

Yan Zhenren, who had just poured the tea into his throat and was about to talk about the Daqing incident with Yan Zhenci, had a choke in his throat and coughed again and again.

Words and pillows: "Although Ming Ruju just died, and the Sword Palace suffered heavy damage, and everything is waiting to be done, but I have finished what I should do, and now I also want to wander in Youlu and take a good look at the scenery of various places. , the matter in the Sword Palace, I ask the head to take charge of it and take full responsibility. Anyway, I was seriously injured and dying after the battle with Tianwen Mingyan. After more than 200 years of retreat, you have also taken care of the Sword Palace very well—”

Yan Zhenren twitched his mouth: "Uncle, you have finished talking, what else can nephew say?"

After he finished speaking, he still couldn't help it, in the long sigh, all the wrinkles appeared, his face was full of old age.

Yan Zhenci found out his conscience and persuaded him: "Xiao Yan, although you are not as old as me, you are not young after all, you should pay more attention to maintenance at ordinary times, don't hide all the good things in the treasure house of the Sword Palace and be reluctant to use them. "

Yan Zhenren was speechless: "Don't worry, uncle, nephew is awake."

Words: "Then I'm leaving."

Yan Zhenren said decisively: "Uncle Master, listen to Nephew's words before leaving!"

Word pillow words: "One sentence?"

Master Yan: "A word!"

After all, the other party was the head teacher, no matter how anxious he was, he had no choice but to sit down and listen to what Yan Zhenren had to say.

Zhenren Yan made a long story short: "The holy empress was seriously injured and dying in the battle of Ming Ruzhou. Fortunately, she met Baicaoqiu, a medical master, who rescued her. Now the holy empress has recovered Daqing and the aristocratic family, penetrated the waterway of Zeguo, and is now dealing with Luoxinzhai's affairs."

Speech and words pondered: "The Holy Empress was born in Luoxinzhai... Before the decisive battle between me and Ming Ruzhou, I suspected that the female crown colluded with Ming Ruzhou and betrayed the news of the various palaces and palaces in the Sword Palace, which caused us heavy damage and also caused us great damage. It led to her final destruction of the faction. Now what is the attitude of the Holy Empress towards Luo Xinzhai and Sword Palace?"

"That's exactly what I want to say to my uncle." Yan Zhenren's face was solemn: "The Holy Empress supports the restoration of Luoxinzhai, and the king is appointed as the new Zhaizhu, but the original site of Luoxinzhai is returned to Daqing, and it is even more closed. Ji Zejun took many official positions in Daqing, and all these tricks are intended to incorporate Luoxinzhai into the territory of Daqing..."

Words: "The envoy of Daqing came to the Sword Palace today, and asked the Sword Palace to merge into Daqing?"

Yan Zhenren: "That's not true. The envoy of Daqing was very polite, and he only told me about the Holy Queen's desire to live in peace with Daqing."

Words: "Since this is the case, what is the difficulty for the head teacher?"

Yan Zhenren sighed: "I'm just worried that the tree wants to be still and the wind won't stop..."

Yan Zhenci also sighed.

"It's not the tree that doesn't keep it still, it's the heart that doesn't keep it still. It's not the wind that doesn't stop, it's the people who don't stop."

Master Yan: "Uncle Master..."

He shook his head and said: "If the head is really determined to compete with the Holy Queen for the rule of You Lu, I will not act or dissuade you. I just ask the head to think about it for a while." Think about it, the day when evil spirits are rampant, the world will suffer from chaos."

He had already spoken, and before Master Yan could reply, he had already left Jietian Palace.

In the blink of an eye, the words and pillow words disappeared.

There is only Zhenren Yan left in the Tiantian Palace.

At this time, the boy sent by Master Yan to make tea came in with the tea, but he couldn't see the owner who drank the tea, he couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Headmaster, where is the old patriarch?"

Master Yan asked the boy to put down the tea.

He suddenly asked: "Congcong'er, do you think I am getting old?"

The boy hurriedly said: "How can the headmaster grow old!"

Master Yan just smiled.He let the boy go away, sat alone for a while, waved his sleeves to get out a mirror, and put it in front of him.

The water mirror illuminates his face.

The criss-crossing ravines, drooping and slack eyebrows, and the stale atmosphere that cannot be concealed.

He pressed his hands to his chest.

He felt as if he had forgotten something.

But people will forget, but the heart will never forget.

His head forgot about it, but he thought about it repeatedly in his heart, just like an opening in his heart, and he couldn't mend it no matter what.

With profound kung fu, all the energy continued to flow from this opening, allowing him to see the end of his own life.

I also... don't have a few years to live.

Yan Zhenren thought.

His thoughts seemed to have escaped from this heavy old body, flying all the way to the unfettered sky.

But his instinct also helped him control everything around him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Cong Cong'er did not leave directly after leaving the hall, but stood at the entrance of the hall and poked his head. Nothing could cover her round head .

Master Yan smiled knowingly.

As soon as the smile reached the corner of his mouth, another person appeared at the door of the main hall and reached out to touch Cong Cong'er's head.

He walks quite slowly, and the hand outstretched is the right hand used by ordinary people, but four fingers are missing on it, and only the thumb is left alone on the palm.

Yan Zhenren's heart twitched again.

Not long after the disaster that was as bright as day, the Sword Palace is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, even for me, time is running out.

I have been the head of the sect for more than a hundred years, and I have been conscientious and conscientious. No matter what, I can't bear the sword palace to be subordinated to others, and I am even more afraid of being blamed by the seniors under Jiuyou!

But can I really throw these people into the cruel battlefield again?

If I die in the middle way, how should they continue, and what result will they get?

All the way down from the Sword Palace, the weather got warmer and there were more people.

Arriving in Xijing, Daqing, the bluestone slabs of the water mill pass by three times side by side, and the shops on both sides sell mountains of goods to attract customers, competing to boast of their wealth and competition, and the streets are full of cars and horses. The scene, the flames, chaos, slaughter, and death of the past, seem to be carelessly erased by the ever-onward time, and no one cares anymore.

With Jiaojiao on her shoulders, Yanzhenci blended in with the crowd, wandering around aimlessly.

He passed by a lake in the city in Xijing. The sky was just right and the water was shining. He stopped on the shore and looked at the sparkling waves. For some reason, he always felt that there should be a small island in the lake, and another The owner of Fengya loves to laugh, he built two buildings far away from each other, and raised many dancing girls and singers. When he is in a good mood, he will play the piano, and when he is in a good mood, he will dance to a song.

listen.

Doesn't the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra come from afar from the Miaomiao Lake?

"The color Taoist, the bird is hungry!"

There was a sudden noise, pulling back the thoughts that drifted away.

Words and words take back the drifting thoughts.

He went to the lake to listen again, and he heard that there was indeed a singing and the sound of the qin coming from afar, but the song was sung by the singer who painted the boat in the lake, and the qin was also played by the singer.

Feeling lost, he paused for a moment before asking Jiaojiao: "What do you want to eat? Haven't you just eaten?"

Jiaojiao Xiaosuo said: "Niao doesn't know either. Niao just passed by here and suddenly felt very hungry. He always felt that something delicious was coming."

Word pillow words: "Did it fall from the sky?"

Jiaojiao took it seriously, and muttered: "Then what will fall? Fruits? Bugs? The bird thinks that the bird's food should be rich! Why can't I remember it all the time!"

Words ignore Jiaojiao.

He continued to walk forward and reached Xijing North Street.

The whole street is full of snacks, among the dazzling array of food, I suddenly saw a steamed stuffed bun shop.

Wang Widow bun shop.

Yan Zhenci stood still in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and heard the greeting of the widow who still had a charm, and said by a ghost: "I want...the fifth cage of steamed stuffed buns."

The fifth cage of buns.

Who said that this cage tastes the best?

After Daqing, Yanzhenci came to Zeguo first.

The once dead waters once again ushered in the flow of people. Many people from Daqing built houses and houses on the shore, gathered into villages, and mixed with the original creatures of Zeguo on the coast.

In the village of the human race, men go out to sea to fish, and women go into the water to pick pearls. As big fish and pearls appear on the land, merchant ships of all sizes also follow. Rare treasures are rediscovered once again, and it seems that the Treasure Fair will also be held again, and the shark girl and fish girl who used to belong to the royal family of Ze Kingdom also reappeared and reappeared in the world with the non-stop exploration of Daqing and the caravan. Sing loudly to the traveler.

Yan Zhenci boarded a small fishing boat, and the man at the helm was a dark-skinned young man. He yelled, "Where are you going, sir?"

Words and pillows: "Can I go to Zeguo Imperial City?"

Young man: "What's wrong, now! But my boat is slow, and it takes two days and three nights to get to the imperial city from here."

Words: "It's okay." He sighed, "I'm not in a hurry, and I don't know where my destination is."

The young man said courteously: "Does the Taoist have nowhere to go? Why don't you stay here! We have everything here, but we lack a Taoist temple. If the Taoist is willing to stay, I will go and tell the village chief to let you go." The village head summoned the villagers to build a Taoist temple for the Taoist priest, and asked the Taoist priest to be the host of the temple, three fasts and five sacrifices, absolutely unambiguous!"

Yan Zhenci smiled slightly and said, "I see that you have just moved here and started building Taoist temples?"

The young man said: "We have moved here for a year! The products in this water are rich. If I don't send the Taoist priest, I will paddle to this position and cast a net at will. I am sure to catch a boat full of fish! In our village The pearl-diversing women are even more comfortable. They only need to enter the water for a stick of incense in a day, and they can fish out a pocket full of pearls. No one picks up pearls that are not big or round, and they are thrown on the ground in the village. Holy Queen..."

Words: "Oh?"

The young man smiled and said, "If the Holy Queen hadn't put down the evil spirits, how could we have such a comfortable life?"

Speech and pillow words look into the distance.

In the sky and water, there is a vague city outline.

He smiled slightly and said, "Such a comfortable day always makes people happy."

The wind sent the vast water behind.

Words came to Zeguo Imperial Capital, here, as the young man said, treasure hunters can be seen everywhere, and the market is bustling because of these people, food, clothing, housing and transportation are all available.

The blood and resentment that once happened in this imperial city are fading away day by day.

Standing on the eaves of the hall, he stands in the limelight, listens to the sound of the wind and watches the tide, and always feels that someone is whispering to him in the wind.He tried to listen, but couldn't hear a word.

After that, he stayed in the imperial capital for several months, and there was nothing that could arouse his hazy recollection.He left the imperial capital and went to the bottom of the sea.

The deep seabed is boundless up and down, left and right.

Walking in the sea with words and words, he unconsciously forgot the time. He didn't know what he wanted to find in the sea, and vaguely felt that he should be looking for a very strange place.

That place is in the deep sea, but there is no sea water.

There was an extremely cold stream of water in that place, maybe... maybe... There was a person who stayed there and yelled cold.

He didn't find that place.

As we walked, a faint light appeared on the bottom of the sea.

He walked in the direction of the light and found the Crystal Palace owned by Princess Linghai who was once rich in the world.

The whole body of this palace is made of crystal, which shines brightly in the deep sea.

When he entered the city, he found that there was no sea water inside!

His heart skipped a beat:

Is this what I'm looking for?

But it's not cold here.

Isn't this the place I was looking for?

Walking in the palace, Yan Zhenci saw the walls made of streamer shells, the ground paved with red coral, and many treasures hidden in the treasure house that ordinary people would rarely see in their lifetime.

But when he came to a spacious hall, everything he saw before disappeared in his mind.

There seemed to be a mysterious force pulling him back, making him sit on the chair and relighting the candle.

He sat like this, waiting, staring at the burning flames, and always felt that the next moment, there would be a lot of gongs and drums here, and all the guests were here.And he was about to rescue the one he cared about in a crowd.

I won't let him--

I'm going to take him—

I don't remember anything in words.

There is a day when this sea will end.

When Yan Zhenci came out of the sea, the small village on the shore became a small city, and the imperial capital of Zeguo became Hai County of Daqing.He received a letter from Sword Palace.

The letter was sent by Yan Zhenren.

The letter wrote: Daqing now occupies the family, Zeguo, and Luoxinzhai. It is already a giant, but it has not stopped, but has spread its tentacles further to the north and south.

There was no reply to Yan Zhenci.

He goes to the family.

There are still traces of swords and soldiers on the majestic and towering city walls, but the faces of people walking under the city no longer have the color of sorrow.

Yan Zhenci watched for a long time.

An old lady with a basket came to him and said, "Master, why do you stay here for half a day?"

"I'm here to find someone..." Yan Zhenci smiled back, "but I haven't been able to contact him yet."

The old lady was relieved: "So it is." She lifted the cloth covering the basket, took out a large pear from it, and handed it to Yan Zhenci, "Don't wait, eat a pear to moisten your throat."

Words: "Thank you."

The old lady smiled and said: "Why are you being polite? You can taste the pears you grow at home first, so I can take them to the cloth shop for two feet of new cloth to wear."

Yan Zhenci ate a mouthful of pears, it was juicy and green, it was really delicious, and he gave back truthfully.

The old man was very happy, and he was not in a hurry to go to the market. Instead, he stood beside Yan Zhenci and babbled about the daily necessities of the family.

The people queuing up to enter the city are still queuing up, amidst the crowds, a commotion suddenly broke out, and screams rang out at the gate of the city: "Come on, come on, someone stole my purse!"

The turmoil caused the old man and the people around him to look forward curiously.

Yan Zhenci was about to make a move, but his ears moved suddenly, and he put down his raised hand again.

After a few breaths, a shout sounded at the gate of the city, and the soldiers guarding the city accurately identified the thief who stole the money bag from the crowd, and subdued him after three times and five divisions, and returned the money bag to the owner.

The old lady with the box of pears watched the excitement among the crowd, turned her head contentedly, and was about to talk to the young man at the gate of the city again, but saw the empty space behind her, and the young man had disappeared at some point.

Yan Zhenci left the gate of the city.

The people there didn't need his help, so he went to the next place.

He strolled in the city, returning to Daqing after a hundred years after the land that was divided from Daqing a hundred years ago, and it took only a few years to return, but he heard a person on the side of the road say with pride, "I am Daqing—— "Are.

The fish seller praised his good fish, the cloth seller praised his cloth beauty, the woman led the child, and the man helped the old man, talking and laughing as they walked forward, with joy always on their faces.

Everyone's joy also came to Yan Zhenci's face.

He measured this vast place with his footsteps, from south to north, from west to east, from one city to another.

Until he walked all the way to Zhongdu, there are eight surnames of aristocratic families, Sheji Ding, Zhuzilou and Zhuzitai.

Climb to Zhuzi Tower and look at the Zhuzitai, thinking back in the past, the feather fans and scarves of the scholars, talking and laughing, the guests are like clouds coming and gathering guests.

It's a pity that now, the assembly is back then.

Yan Zhenci walked in this courtyard where the trees were dancing and the water was flowing, but he didn't know where he went, and suddenly saw a house hidden in the shadow of the trees.

A hazy expectation suddenly rose in my heart.

He looked at this exquisite small building, followed the deepest feeling in his heart, instead of going through the main entrance, he jumped lightly from the window sill to the inside of the second floor.

There is a screen on the second floor, and behind the screen is a piano.

He entered the room, the white gauze fluttered lightly, and the incense was faintly burned. In the hazy field of vision, suddenly there was a "clank", and the sound of the piano suddenly rang!

The sound strings rise, the silver screen breaks, the sound strings fall, and the jade beads strike.

Yan Zhenci's head was stunned, and the words that had been hidden in his heart broke out of the cocoon and became a butterfly, and blurted out: "A Yuan!"

He pushed open the screen, pulled down the gauze curtain, and saw the frosted qin in the room, but there was no one behind the qin, only the wind kept blowing, blowing the strings.

He took two steps back, sat down on the chair, and waved off the incense burner and jade cup on the table.

It's a big dream, who can tell the real from the fake?

After leaving the aristocratic family, if you go west, you will find a sea of ​​sand.

The sea of ​​sand is full of yellow sand, and there is no one inhabited.This place is like the deep sea, he wandered aimlessly, seeing the sun rising and setting, the moon rising and setting, he had already forgotten the time.

On the way, he received another letter from Jiangong.

It was written by Yan Zhenren.

Yan Zhenren wrote in the letter:

The power of Daqing became stronger and stronger, and the order of the Holy Empress was followed by the whole world.But the nephew is dying, and his life will not be long. When the nephew is here, the sword palace and Daqing are still at peace. If the nephew leaves, it is feared that the ambition of Daqing's unification will cover the sword palace.

If Master Uncle is fine outside, I pray that Master Uncle will come back to the Sword Palace to watch the new head's enthronement ceremony.

If there is a human god, the holy queen would not dare to offend...

While reading the letter, someone faintly laughed in his ear.

I didn't come here to make the Sword Palace stand proud for thousands of years.

The sound was like a touch of water, it was absorbed by Yan Zhenci's ear, and when Yan Zhenci reacted and wanted to catch it, it had already dissipated in the world.

Words can't catch up with the voice, but make up your mind in this voice.

I was born and died, risking my life several times, half for the sword palace, half for the common people.

But if the unification of Daqing can make everyone who is willing to live a good life under the sky, maybe I shouldn't be bound by the views of sects, and then stir up a storm.

He never wrote back.

The crane that delivered the letter wandered in the sky for a long time, chirping for a long time, and finally went away alone.

Yan Zhenci continued to walk casually in the sea of ​​sand for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly found an oasis in the sea of ​​sand, and a stone fortress on top of the oasis, but now, the fortress is dilapidated and there are ruins everywhere. Huan Duanbi.

Words and pillow words entered this ruins.

The ruins were not big, and he quickly came to the center of the fort.

There is a huge pool here. There are countless corpses hanging upside down on the pool. The corpses have already turned into bones, and there is nothing in the pool. Only a layer of shallow blue water still stays at the bottom of the pool, exuding a little life force.

Yan Zhenci stood by the pool for a long time.

Unknowingly, he squatted down and put his hand into the pool, as if stroking an invisible person.

At this time, he gradually realized.

I'm looking for someone, I want to save someone.

His name is Ayuan.

He has been with me for a long time, and I have many memories with him.

Everywhere I go, there is his shadow.

But I forgot about him, I can't remember everything about him!

I must find him.

I must save him!

The wind blows non-stop from south to north.

Leaving the sea of ​​sand, wandering east and west, crossing the nightless mountains and rivers, staying in the center of which there is only day but no night for a long time, he always feels that he can see a sea of ​​fire here.

The sea of ​​flames burned fiercely on the earth, redder, more beautiful, and more distressing than all the flames he had seen in his life.

He wanted to hold this sea of ​​flames in his arms, even willing to be burned to death by it.

But they seemed to be separated by a whole world, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach that side.

At the moment he left Everlasting Mountains and Rivers, he received another letter from Sword Palace.

This time, he was no longer the only one who had the letter. The cranes in Sword Palace flapped their wings and flew to various parts of You Lu, and one of them stopped in front of him.

There is no need to open the letter for words, and everything has been guessed from the pale envelope.

He stroked the crane that delivered the letter, and spoke thousands of words, only condensed into a faint sigh.

Since then, Yan Zhenci has never received any letter from Jiangong.

In another year or two, he set foot in northern Xinjiang.

The northern Xinjiang, where the wind is like a knife and the sand flies like iron, has undergone new changes now. Drinkers with swords and swords can no longer be seen everywhere in taverns, and there are no corpses abandoned on the roadside. Everyone drinks and eats meat. , Lang Lang's laughter not only exists among the high-flyers, but also among the poor on the street corner.

Yan Zhenci sat down in a tea shed, and the person sitting on his left was discussing the notice posted outside the city, talking about Daqing's new orders to northern Xinjiang.

This decree is basically to let the northern Xinjiang cultivate life and rest, build cities and build ponds, and also said that many teachers will be sent to educate the people and make the old and the young well-educated.

Everyone praised the Queen's kindness, but one person suddenly pouted: "It's not as good as you said. When the Sui Palace ruled, it was almost the same way, but it was not written on paper and posted."

Others blamed him: "How can you compare the holy queen with the demon?"

The man fought with those around him.

There was a lot of yelling and slapping on the table, and it went on for a long time, but no one came to stop it, but a few drinkers got bored and left one after another.

Words are also gone.

He stopped and walked, saw a lot of scenery in northern Xinjiang, and then found a small courtyard with Jiangnan scenery in northern Xinjiang.

There are several wing rooms in this courtyard, a small tree, and a tombstone standing beside the tree.

When Yan Zhenci found this yard, there was already an acquaintance of his lying in front of the tombstone in the yard.

He was slightly surprised, stepped forward and said, "Sword God?"

The person lying on the ground raised his eyes.

His eyes were sleepy, and there was a big wine jar next to his head. There were many wine stains on his body, and the golden knife that never left his body was stuck alone in front of the tombstone for the first time.

Dao Shisan said: "It's a human god——"

Words and pillows: "The old Taoist has a name and a surname. If it is not possible, you can also call me Jingliu Jun."

Dao Shisan laughed drunkenly: "Taoists don't like 'human gods'? Then why do you call me 'Sword God'! I still like Thirteen Gods Killing——God Killing———— —hehehe—”

Dao Shisan's drunken eyes were hazy: "What are you doing here...? There is only an empty stele here! Do you remember this... stele? On this stele, there is my mark. I will remove the golden ring from my golden knife One is broken into the stele! This represents my promise to be fulfilled by Dao Thirteen! But I... I don’t remember it, hahaha!..."

"Looking back on my life, I have neither friends nor old enemies. Even the first battle that made me famous, I feel that I am in a dream. This life is really boring..."

He yelled and yelled until he was drunk again, and fell asleep as soon as he turned over.

This person is drunk.

Yan Zhenci looked at each other, the last time we met, it was more than three feet away, he had already heard the roar of the golden knife, and the sharp edge pressed against him; now we meet, three steps away, the golden knife inserted beside the stele is still silent To move, as to die.

The one lying on the ground now is no longer the Thirteenth God Killing Dao Shisan, but a lazy drunkard.

Maybe me too.

The one who walks the world is not the legend of the world Jing Liujun, but a traveler who can't find the past or see the future.

Feeling melancholy in his heart, he looked at the tombstone in front of him in a blink of an eye.

In this small yard, he found something that belonged to him.

It was a hairpin hidden in the crevice of the bed.

Hairpins are made of white wood, which is not a valuable thing, but the hairpins carved out by oneself are always easier to identify and more unforgettable.

I have been to this small courtyard before.

Maybe still here for a while.

But I don't remember it anymore.

Just like the empty monument in front of me, it was placed under the tree with care, protected from wind and rain, but the most important monument is not engraved with a single word.

Just like the person who erected the monument has already understood, even if it is engraved, it will be forgotten and tampered with.

It seems that there is a big hand, ruthlessly erasing all the things related to A Yuan on this Youlu, those things that used to exist, whether they exist in the world or in people's minds, all are ruthlessly erased, leaving nothing behind.

He took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to caress the tombstone, imagining that there was once a person squatting or kneeling here, imagining that they once erected monuments and planted trees together, imagining that he lived here or healed for a period of time , during that time, another person took care of him and joked with him.

Thinking about it, it seemed that there was a person walking towards him from the chaos.

Surprised and anxious, he hurriedly reached out to reach for it, but the other party disappeared like smoke, and he also woke up from the dream.

From dream to reality, it is like falling from the clouds to the world.

Yan Zhenci shook his body slightly, stood up, turned and left.

When he was about to leave this small courtyard, Dao Shisan's voice sounded again, as if in a dream:

"Taoist... then the final battle... did I sneak attack Ming Ruzhou, and then... kill this peerless demon lord? Then why didn't I feel that my sword broke through... the sword of Dao Shisan, It's still a knife from the past..."

Words can't answer Dao Shisan's question.

As if no one could answer his question.

He stopped again, holding a hope that he didn't quite believe, hoping to find more things here.However, as always, there was no follow-up.

He didn't know how many days and nights he had watched in this small courtyard, but suddenly one day, the street market was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and people were killing pigs and sheep, dancing dragons and lions, and offering sacrifices to the Sand God.

Yan Zhenci was quite astonished, he found a person passing by him and asked, "What holiday is today?"

The man was also stunned and said, "Why, don't you know? This is ten years since the Holy Empress defeated the demons. A month ago, news came from Xijing that the Holy Empress pardoned the world and will be exempted from tax for three years from today!"

Yan Zhenci was startled.

He wanted to ask something else, but the person who answered had already left.

So he wandered out, through the crowd, through the neighborhood, through the city, all the way to Xijing, Daqing.Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the imperial city that was destroyed by the flames of war in the past has now stood up again, even more magnificent and spectacular than before.

He entered the imperial city, and while wandering around, he overheard a conversation between the Holy Empress and Feng Tianhou.

At that time, the night was quiet and the hall was deep. The holy queen stood in the other hall and talked with Fengtianhou.

Holy Empress: "I don't know whether the Sword Palace Head Church will agree to conferring the title of National Teacher."

Feng Tianhou said: "Now that Zhenren Yan has passed away for many years, and the God of Man has not appeared for a long time, they will eventually understand what to do is the best. The great unification of the world is already in sight."

The Holy Empress sighed softly: "Thinking back on the past ten years, I feel like falling into a dream. I can't believe that You Lu has come into my hands little by little, Daqing's hands..."

Feng Tianhou persuaded: "The Holy Empress Deze Cangsheng, Wei Jiayunei, and the great merit of defeating evil spirits and saving Youlu, who in the world would dare not follow?"

The holy queen shook her head: "It is the God of Man and the God of Sword who really killed the demons." She seemed to be thinking, as if recalling, and to this absolute confidant, she said something that she would never say in front of her courtiers, "And the real killer There is a possibility of great unification in the world, it is the flames of the world that the evil spirits rolled up—"

"Dang" sound!

The Holy Queen and Feng Tianhou woke up together!

Feng Tianhou turned around and shouted: "Who is outside!"

The moment his voice sounded, the entire palace woke up together, countless guards were running around, and countless swords clashed.

But these same words no longer matter.

He had left the palace and was walking along the shore of the lake in the night.

There is smoke on the surface of the lake, and boats are moored in the smoke. The lights on the boat are neon, and people are walking around.

It is the wind blowing the stars and the lights falling, and the fairy dances on the Yutai.

He watched the dancers, listened to the sound of the water, walked, plucked a narrow leaf from a willow tree, put it between his lips, and played a mountain tune.

The melodious rhythm seemed to bring him to the dusty past, and he vaguely saw a figure in the fog-like darkness.That figure was hovering in the void, turning and turning, moving people's hearts and minds, looking back and looking forward, taking the soul away.

He opened his eyes.

Countless people walked past him.

No one stepped out of the crowd.

No one came to him, no one stopped for him, no one danced for him.

He burst into tears.

"Why is no one..."

Someone should be right, but why...

"nobody……"

The water reflected his reflection.

Despair is like this dark water, swallowing him.

He pours into the water.

The water gathers on all sides, and the dreams overlap.

The shadow in the dream appeared again with shades of red, and the shadow that had walked towards him for countless times stopped in place this time. He was at a loss and tried to get closer to the other party, but the shadow remained standing in the same place, and the distance between them grew wider and closer. Going farther and farther, until a certain moment, the shadow was full of disappointment, and turned around indifferently.

"A Yuan!"

Yan Zhenci woke up from the dream!

The terrifying dream made his heart constrict. He looked at the blue surrounding him, saw the streaks of gold piercing through the blue, and realized that he was staying at the bottom of the water, and the sun came out again.

He turned over and pressed his chest tightly at the bottom of the lake.

Ten years have passed, is Ah Yuan still waiting for me?My search, which I don't know when I will find out, is already so terrifying, how can his waiting, which I don't know when it will end, be so desperate?

With this thought, the ten years of torture were swept away.

For the first time, he held down the sword he was wearing.

Ming Ruzhou is dead, and there is no need to talk about the sword coming out of its sheath in the world. In ten years, this is the first time he presses the sword. The moment he presses the sword, his illness is gone and his faith is restored.

Mr. Jingliu walks in the world again, not for the sword palace, not for the common people.

Only for the person who has been waiting for him!

Having made up her mind, she came out of the water and saw Jiaojiao waiting on the shore.

Jiaojiao opened her bird's beak and still couldn't spit out ivory: "The bird saw that Taoist color sank to the bottom of the lake, and thought that Taoist color was dead."

Yan Zhenci picks up Jiaojiao, and walks easily to the Sword Palace.

In the past ten years, he has traveled all over You Lu, but there is no news of A Yuan. If there is any place in You Lu that has a [-] in [-] chance of finding A Yuan back, that is the only place.

But in that place, if you enter, you may not be able to come out again.

Therefore, before he went to the other side, he had to settle everything in You Lu, so that he would not be afraid of death.

He said to Jiaojiao: "I'm going to a very dangerous place, I'm afraid I can't bring you in."

Jiaojiao was silent for a moment, then said sadly: "Does the color Taoist also abandon the bird like the master?"

Yan Zhenci corrected Jiaojiao: "No, your master is in danger. I am here to bring your master back and take good care of the bird."

Jiaojiao thought: "In this case, the bird will wait outside for Taoist Se, and Taoist Se must bring the owner back."

The words and pillows laughed loudly, and the mountains echoed: "If he doesn't come back, I won't come back either!"

Yan Zhenci returned to the Sword Palace, but he didn't see the head teacher, didn't see the disciples, and didn't even stay in the house.There was only one thing he did, and that was to go to the Patriarch's Hall and crush a jade tablet that belonged to him.

The jade tablet is broken, and the gods die.

Afterwards, if the headmaster of Jiangong makes a decision, he must be able to seriously consider the lives of many disciples.

Not long after Yan Zhenci smashed the jade tablet and left, the little boy who was in charge of sweeping the patriarch hall entered the hall, just swept the ground twice, saw the broken jade on the stage at a glance, dropped the broom immediately, and scrambled and ran Go find the head teacher.

In the time it took for a stick of incense, the head teacher rushed here, picked up the broken life-leading jade tablet with trembling hands, and after a long time, sighed dejectedly.

In the following month, it was reported that the headmaster of the Sword Palace accepted the title of Daqing National Teacher, and the Sword Palace was officially merged into Daqing, and the unification of Youlu was completely completed.

Daqing, Daqing, really shines on Youlu, and celebrates the world!

And this has nothing to do with words.

He came under the Tianzhu. According to the legend, the Tianzhu