This dynasty really fell after fifteen years.

The mansion is about to tilt, the sky light leaks slightly, and the setting sun shines obliquely, forcing in from the window lattice and the tiles.

Princess Zhaojing was only thirty years old and had not married for half her life.

The iron hoofs in the north are stepping on the old capital, and the troops are in chaos.

On the barren and lonely palace, the guards disappeared, and the officials were scattered as birds and animals. Even the emperor of the current dynasty had already been killed on the Luan Hall.

In such a huge palace, there was only one unmarried princess sitting on the stage, pulling her hair and dressed up, facing an unbreakable game of dead chess.

Because of this, on the day when the dragon veins were exhausted, Jiang Zheliu did not go to take care of the newly born emperor, but accompanied Princess Zhaojing to the last round.

In troubled times, no one cares whether this is in line with the rules or not.

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting on the end of Jiang Zheliu's thin shirt as white as snow, covering the corners of his sleeves, reflecting a hazy light.

"Daliang is exhausted, this place is extremely dangerous, why should Young Master Jiang accompany him."

Jiang Zheliu did not speak, but accompanied the other party to play chess for a while, and then slowly said: "Princess, if you go west, you can still escape."

"Escaped a catastrophe, but there are thousands of knots in my heart."

Jiang Zheliu knew this person's temperament long ago, so he was not surprised, but he lowered his eyebrows and played chess while saying indifferently: "If you don't lose to your heart, you often lose yourself."

"Young Master Jiang's good intentions are accepted by this palace." Princess Zhaojing said, "Your Majesty's death, since I was with you back then, I've been an unintentional person, and it's not in vain to entrust my remaining life to my family and country, and my blood to accompany the setting sun. If you live for a while, you can't even say a little bit of value."

Jiang Zheliu is still indifferent. Although he has a three-point pity for the person in front of him, everything is peaceful and unwavering, and he treats him like a friend. It will not be confused with the affection for the little devil.

His ruthlessness is the infinite affection that loves someone.

"I have known the princess for fifteen years," he said. "I have anticipated your thoughts."

Princess Zhaojing nodded silently, and then asked abruptly, "... Young Master Jiang. Are you..."

Jiang Ziliu looked up at her.

"Are you, not from here?"

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you say this?"

"Bengong always suspects that you are exiled from immortals and gods." She thought for a while, "Not only your appearance, but more of your feelings."

Jiang Zheliu smiled slightly, looked at her calmly, and said, "The princess feels this way, and she should have a relationship with the Xian family."

"Xianjia?"

She asked such a question, but Jiang Ziliu was reluctant to say it, for fear that too many points would ruin her practice.

The mundane things in the world are naturally a kind of practice. For example, the collapse of a country and a family is probably one of the hardest to endure in reincarnation, and the experience is extremely beneficial, and it should not be destroyed because of his guidance.

Jiang Zheliu stopped talking, but followed the opponent to finish the game at hand. When the game reached the final chapter, there was a disorderly sound of the iron hoofs outside.

The sound got closer and closer, and even the dust on the ground was startled.

Murderous Hu soldiers appeared outside Guangyang Palace.

In the lonely Guangyang Palace, only the princess dressed up to play chess, and there was no lingering sound. The soldiers in front were stunned, the barbarian man full of arrogance was also stunned, and even the battle-hardened general stopped. A trace of sadness.

Family and country affairs, feel sorry for yourself.

But they didn't stay long, and after a brief silence, the iron hoof rushed in.

The palace, which had been plundered once, was once again damaged. The blue bricks and tiles that had been beaten by wind and rain for hundreds of years fell. An epee split the chess game. The scarlet blood splashed and reflected in all directions under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Those people couldn't see Jiang Zheliu, they could only see the princess slaughtering herself, and the silver sword was stained with blood, scarlet, flowing and spreading over the chess table.

The last spark of this dynasty is gone.

Jiang Zheliu silently looked at the blood-soaked wooden case and the soaked chess pieces. He reached out and wiped the little blood that had splattered on his cheek.

Princess Zhaojing's soul dispersed from her body, which should have belonged to heaven and earth, but when it collapsed in all directions, she suddenly received a call, turned her direction, and put it into Jiang Ziliu's hands.

He stood up and left Guangyang Palace.

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Sweetheart has been waiting for a long time.

The dog left angrily sitting on Gongyiyan's tail, pulling his hair and counting, looking up from time to time eagerly, not knowing when his father would come back.

In front of Gongyiyan, Wen Renye's figure couldn't wait a bit, and took two steps back and forth.

Jiang Zheliu didn't return to Wen Renye until the last ray of afterglow from the horizon sank into the west mountain.

With a mass of spirit in his palm, he gave the little devil a look. The latter stared at it for a long time, almost popping out a flower.

"A person who is destined to cultivate Taoism?" Wen Renye asked with his eyes fixed.

"Yeah." Jiang Zheliu responded, reaching out to take the poor little brat, "If there is a chance to let her transfer to a womb with spiritual roots, I will bring it back..."

At this point in his words, he suddenly paused, remembering that he had no sect to bring people back.

Things change and stars move, Ling Xiao is forever silent.

"You want to accept an apprentice?" Wen Renye frowned.

"No, it's just a feeling of Taoism for a while, and it's a pity to let her dissipate in the world." Jiang Zheliu said, "Guide her to the orthodox sect of the cultivation world, and see if there is any hope of entering the Tao, if not. , it won't make me regret it."

For people in their realm, the Dao heart is the most important, and everything else is second. As long as the Dao heart is not weakened, the heaven and earth can live together, and even live longer than the big world where they live. The heart is shaken, I am afraid that it will be no more than a hundred thousand years, and it will disappear into smoke, turning bones into ashes. There was once a Taoist ancestor who lost his three souls because his Taoist heart was shaken. He had to cut his primordial spirit into pieces and reincarnated. In the process of fusion, he overcame the obstacles in his mental state to get out of the cliff. Withdrew in the middle.

Perfection and no regrets are naturally the best course of action. Wen Renye nodded knowingly, feeling a lot more relaxed.

Wen Renye watched Gou Zu lying on the body of the Taoist companion and acted like a spoiled child, his forehead heart throbbed suddenly, wondering if the birth of this love crystallization was to hinder his relationship with Xiao Liushu. He took the child out of Jiang Zheliu's arms with a straight face, and led it on the ground without changing his face.

The little brat suddenly fell out of favor and was convicted. He stared at his father and dared not speak, and turned his head angrily.

"The world is over, it seems that I haven't visited Zen Master Mingjing for a long time." Jiang Zheliu turned a blind eye to the jealousy between the father and son, and thought about it, "His way is very difficult, I'm afraid this time he still can't..."

"Buddhism is inherently difficult." Wen Renye said, "Even if you are devoted to Buddhahood, it will be difficult in many ways."

Jiang Zheliu sighed: "Even if you and I, it's not an overnight success. Cultivation to the peak, with the heart as the proof, is the most feasible way."

Although Wen Renye's Taoist cultivation is not as thorough as Jiang Zheliu's, but he is determined and indomitable. Although he cannot be said to be very powerful in this regard, he is also stable.

"By the way," Jiang Zheliu remembered something, and suddenly said, "Do you remember the Taoist ancestor who sent A Chu here?"

"Remember, what?"

"That person can't tell if he really came to break the cause and effect and complete the marriage." Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to hold the little devil's finger, and said in a flat tone, "I removed some false memories from Ah Chu's soul, some memories inside. It's actually a...positioning technique, but it's not malicious."

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment, looked down at Gouzu, who still didn't understand anything, and said unhappily: "How old is he? The marriage is a ghost, the three thousand avenues and three thousand worlds have broken his position. Let him find it."

Jiang Zheliu didn't remind the other party that the cub was several hundred years old, no younger than when you hooked up with me.

It's just that the demons grow slowly. This time, I don't know if it's because of the inter-racial combination or because of the combination of the two of them. Even if the luck is sealed, Xiaohan's growth rate is still not fast.

Still a few hundred years old.

Jiang Zheliu agreed with his lover's idea, and nodded, then turned his head to look at the other party, and said while thinking: "If his growth rate is so slowed down because of the fact that you and I are in the same way, it may be necessary to use the method. With the help of the device, it can return to normal.”

A two-way ancestor, whether it is luck or all aspects, will be affected, and children seem to be serious.

"It's nothing." Wen Renye wished that the little brat would grow up quickly, "I'll throw it out when he's Nascent Soul, don't bother you, save me every day..."

When he said this, he remembered the incident that made his whole devil's teeth tickled with anger last night, and complained: "Xiaohan has heard it many times. Don't worry about the child's young age. He is hundreds of years old."

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and said casually, "I didn't care about his young age, I just thought that your brain was on fire at that time and would hurt me, so I kicked you down."

Wen Renye: "..."

It's over, even more aggrieved.

He squeezed the slender and slender fingers in his palm and pressed them to Jiang Zheliu's ear, angrily said: "How often did I hurt you? Whenever I don't listen to you, if you don't want it, I'll have to do it. Stop immediately and coax..."

"And then push it deeper?"

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"..." Wen Renye felt a little guilty, but he still felt guilty once or twice about this, and he had the shameless resistance a hundred times a thousand times. He kissed Jiang Zheliu's fair ear and whispered, "You are obviously developed so much that I have to, why are you so thin-skinned."

Jiang Zheliu could have calmly chatted with him at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt that the other party was getting closer to the direction of the beasts. He squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed the other's collar, his breath rushed towards his face, and he was so close that there was almost a sense of oppression that made one's blood swell.

The chill was lingering, and the black pupils under the snow eyelashes stared at him, like a little star beyond the misty clouds.

"Don't make progress," came the scent of Mei Xiang, "but it can always **** me off. You—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

This immature demon clasped his shoulders, kissed him with a heartbeat, his sharp teeth hit his lips, scratched his soft tongue, with boundless enthusiasm, with an extremely nervous first love Feeling, with a burning love and nostalgia.

Jiang Ziliu had nothing to scold him, so he could only hug him back.

It seems to be like this every time.

He indulged the other party to do all this, he couldn't really refuse, he was covered in the mid-spring season by the warm sun of winter.