Ah Zhao's historical identity.

This neither involves some existence beyond the secrets of heaven, nor does it involve a person who is too high to surpass the broken Hetu Luoshu, which makes it impossible to deduce the Hetu Luoshu at this moment, so the lines on the stone tablet quickly disappeared. Derivation is complete.

In the picture on the stele, Azhao, a girl walking out of a flower shop holding flowers, smiles towards the sun.

Raising his head, the sunlight in his eyes turned dim and flickering, turning into candlelight on a bronze lamppost. His black hair was curled up, some wrinkles appeared around the corners of his eyes, and there were complicated lines on his sleeve robe. Turning around for a moment, his hands Her bouquet turned into a jade token, she turned around and flicked her sleeves.

The soft sleeve robe pierced the air like a sword, making a piercing sound.

His eyes are cold, overlooking the princes in the hall.

The aura that belongs only to the emperor in the world emerges.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face slowly disappeared. Looking at the stele, it seemed that the majestic, ruthless woman appeared in the picture of the stele. She didn't look like an old friend at all. The white hair on her temples was slightly raised, just like the Chang'an ranger back then.

"...Wu, Li..."

Wei Yuan whispered slowly.

I can't tell how much it is the meeting of old friends, and how much it is the hostility to draw the sword.

Zhu Jiuyin held up the teacup: "It's her?"

"Wu Miao Project, it can be said that she is also one of them, the emperor of the world, chose to keep the planning edict behind, and was noticed by later generations... Does she know where Nuwa's soil is?" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Wei Yuan and said: " Do you need to ask me?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan replied, he stared at the Hetu Luoshu stele until the lines on it gradually disappeared, and said, "I'll ask her about this matter...Hetu Luoshu, has her memory recovered at this moment?"

Hetu Luoshu itself is an incomplete version, and the information that can be deduced at one time is limited.

The lines on it flowed at last, answering: "Never..."

"For some reason, its memory has always been dormant, and the source of its recovery is confused with a very heterogeneous mystery..."

Sitting there, Wei Yuan said after a long time, "It seems that her recovery is not easy."

"It may be related to certain existences, or it may be because of this that it will be connected with Nuwatu."

Xuanyuan and Xing Tian sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Holding the teacup, Zhu Jiuyin said calmly, "What are you going to do? Kill her to seize the treasure?"

"Kill her, that's not enough. I went back after killing Twelve Yuanchen. It was she who used up Wu Zhou's luck to avoid the enemy who avenged Yuanchen for a short time, and let me recover after my fake death. Although I was old and virtuous in that life Bo, lonely and scattered, but it can barely be regarded as a good death."

Wei Yuan stood up and said, "I tried to save her, but she refused."

"She tried to restrain me and I refused."

"As Yu Ji said, the ultimate love and hatred are just the embellishment of the past years, and it can no longer be regarded as the hatred rooted in the bottom of my heart, but even so, I still understand a little bit."

Seeing those eyes, Zhu Jiuyin looked like a ranger who left Chang'an on a snowy night:

"She never needed my forgiveness."

"And I will never forgive her."

…………

Until Wei Yuan left Lucid Dream, Xuanyuan was a little cowardly, that kind of obedient and cowardly.

"This atmosphere... Hiss, it was rare to be angry after the wind, it was this atmosphere."

"It's terrible, it's terrible."

Xuanyuan patted his chest, just now he didn't say a word, just played poker there.

The so-called emperors and heroes are the mascots of ancient times. After everyone gets angry, Xuanyuan is the most likely to be treated as a doormat. Probably because they don’t know how to read the atmosphere and make jokes, they will be slashed. This has nothing to do with strength , because friends and friendship are not based on strength.

The friendship between high and low status is divided by strength, just like the relationship between closeness and closeness is divided by wealth.

Not really a friend in itself.

Only Bai Ze doesn't have to worry about this, so for Ji Xuanyuan.

As long as Bai Ze is around, his status is the worst and worst, and it must be the second to last.

So, Bai Ze, it's very important!

"Ah Yuan, is there a grudge?"

"Yes... If there is only hatred, it will be fine."

Zhu Jiuyin drank tea and said plainly: "They met and supported each other since they were young. This person also saved Wei Yuan once. He was one of the promoters of the Wumiao project, because the Wumiao project was started by several generations of emperors after her. It can also be regarded as a talent that is far ahead of the heroes of the world, and it is kind and powerful, and it is romantic for a while."

"If you were to become an emperor in the ancient times of China as a woman, your evaluation would go up a lot."

"Isn't that nice...?"

"But it was also she who killed Yuan's niece with her own hands, so that his brother Tang Xuanzang could not return to his hometown after his death. Instead, he was forcibly kept in Chang'an, just to see Chen Yuan. Time to call."

"Then when Wei Yuan's heart softened and turned around, a sword pierced into his heart."

"Therefore, saving him is true, and the feeling of betrayal at that moment is also true."

Xuanyuan took a deep breath, and a painful feeling appeared on his face.

"this…"

"It's a bit bitter."

In the end he just said something like this.

Zhu Jiuyin was noncommittal.

Things in the world, whether it is pure kindness or pure enmity, are very simple, just repay kindness with kindness, and revenge with hatred. However, things in the world are often not so simple, with kindness and hatred intertwined.

Maybe the one who saved him also had blood feud with him.

Or maybe my benefactor betrayed me in the end.

All kinds of things are intertwined, so it is called impermanence.

Only here can we live up to the name of all flavors in the world.

Zhu Jiuyin drank tea and said to himself: "We just have to see how he chooses."

Ji Xuanyuan sighed with emotion, and said: "That's right, but, Zhu Jiuyin, how do you know the matter between them so clearly? It seems that you were in the world at that time and knew A Yuan too, hahahaha, My intuition has never been missed, tell me, how did you and A Yuan meet?"

"Isn't it particularly interesting and exciting?"

Ji Xuanyuan is working hard to change this heavy atmosphere.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

The rebellious and rebellious ranger who fell from the sky back then vividly appeared in front of his eyes.

For some reason, my left eye hurts again.

At that time, it should have been like that just now, slapping the ranger against the wall with a slap, and he couldn't even buckle it off.

It feels really good.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted coldly, then crushed a teacup again.

Ji Xuanyuan: "..."

The corner of the mouth twitched, this is me, messed up again?

……………

Wei Yuan opened his eyes for a long time, looked at the inner room of the museum, and unexpectedly lost his mind. When he was in school, he often looked at the wall and lost his mind. When he lost his mind, it meant that a class had passed, but he gradually practiced. The situation is getting worse.

Wu Yan...

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, childhood childhood sweethearts, and the scenes of meeting later, the last ruthless, ruthless, domineering all come to mind, it is absolutely impossible to say it is relieved; it is extremely strong murderous intent and hatred , and whether it is mixed with other things, it is difficult to tell.

The only thing that can't be forgiven is so clear.

Only the cognition that the other party absolutely does not need his forgiveness is extremely clear.

He stood up, washed up, had breakfast, opened the door and walked out of the museum. When he was walking out, there was a sudden clanging sound from the old Fox Bookstore next door, and then a water glass fell straight down. Su Yuer, Su Yaner, Hu Mei Three fox girls from Qingqiu country stared blankly at him from the window sill on the second floor.

Standing tall, the white hair was combed by Ah Liang, because the owner of the guard is not good at growing long hair. At that time, he picked up a kitchen knife to cut off his white hair. The effect of the lunar dew is really strong , Obviously Wei Yuan still has the same facial features, but the subtle changes in the corners of the eyes, eyebrows, pupils, teeth, and hair volume and hair quality, all of a sudden boosted the whole person's temperament.

Standing tall, the wooden hairpin has long hair, and the right hand is behind the back.

For the three little foxes, Su Yaner and Su Yuer.

It was like blowing the air on the window sill, and saw a white vixen with thousands of years walking out of the next door. The huge impact directly stunned the three of them. Wei Yuan stroked the hair on the sideburns, looked Looking at the three dumbfounded vixens.

Fortunately, it didn't fall off the drying rack.

After slandering Ximen Qing's plot, the head of the Wei Pavilion held up the phone with a smile on his face without changing his face.

Click click click click.

Accompanied by the sound of flashing lights, he once again proved the purity of his Tu Shan bloodline.

The three fox fairies who showed the flaws that Tu Shanshi shouldn't have, ran back in a hurry, and closed the door with a slap. The owner of the hall thought that these guys sent a message to the girl some time ago when he and Jue were out on a date. The "evil deeds" of the three little ones happily sent the female Jiao the look of being in a hurry.

"Yo yo, isn't this the vixen of the Tu Shan clan? I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so provocative."

"No, no, no."

"Does Tu Shan's fox already look like this?"

"No way, no way, no way, these are the best fox demons of the Tu Shan clan, right?"

Hit send and call it a day.

Today, O Doudou, the daughter-in-law of Tu Shan's Qingqiu Kingdom, once again overwhelmed himself and confidently invited his elder sister to invite Tu Shan's traditional good morning provocative duel, and he will be crushed again shortly afterwards , but this does not prevent him from being happy and relaxed at the moment.

Until he raised his head, his white hair was like frost, and he saw Ah Zhao coming out of the flower shop.

"Ah, Master Wei."

The girl Azhao greeted politely and politely. At first, she didn't even dare to recognize her. When she spoke with a smile, she saw those deep black pupils and her white hair slightly raised. The ice cubes shattered, revealing pictures one after another.

White hair, Sword Immortal...

In the deep and high place, in the palace where the height is unbearably cold.

She is no longer young, and the empress, who is on the verge of aging, is playing with Yu Ruyi in her hands, squinting her eyes, and the whole world seems to be in her hands, and the handsome and refined young lady next to her is smiling and telling her some interesting things to relieve her boredom.

But ah, the years are getting older, as Zhuge Wuhou said, the years go with the time, and the meaning goes with the sun.

Everything in the past seems to have withered, and in retrospect, it is just a big dream.

She sleeps with her eyes squinted under the warm sunshine, just like watching fish under that flower tree when she was young~lightnovelpub.net~ She was bored and bored in her heart, until the girl next to her saw her boredom and said "Speaking of which, Wan'er heard that something interesting happened in Chang'an City. Then, a white-haired swordsman came across with his sword, pierced through the entire Chang'an guards in one go, and went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Buddhist Temple."

"Master Xuanzang's Buddhist light relic actually resonates with him."

"That person was a peerless figure many years ago, but the appearance of the white-haired sword fairy is still very young, and it is 70 to 80% similar to the painting you played with Your Majesty... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

The empress was stunned, and the object in her hand fell.

Yu Ruyi and the flower pot seemed to hit the ground at the same time and shattered into powder.

White-haired sword fairy...

The girl Ah Zhao raised her head, her face was stiff.

Memories come and go.

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