Way of Choices

Thousands of miles away, Xining Old Temple, Yexi silent.

Tianhai Shenghou looked at the monk opposite the stream and said, "You should be very clear who I am always alert to."

The rosary in the palm of the monk stopped turning, and still closed his eyes, said indifferently: "They have never been to the other side and naturally cannot think of what you think."

She said, "I've never been there."

At this time, she was still at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, but her sight fell on this place tens of thousands of miles away.

No matter how far apart, as long as there is a connection between heaven and earth, her soul will be close.

It was the one by the river.

The monk thought about it and said, "It makes sense."

Tianhai Shenghou looked at him and asked, "Is this the situation you most want to see?"

The monk said, "I never imagined in advance what I might see."

The Queen of Heavenly Sea looked at him quietly and asked, "Are you the son of Prince Cheng? Grandson?"

The monk's face showed a feeling of remembrance, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "Prince Cheng is the father."

Tianhai Shenghou raised her eyebrows and asked: "I don't understand why your survivors will join forces with him. You have to know that he is the Emperor Taizong's black dog."

The monk said quietly, "No amount of resentment can match the time and the desire to go home. We want to come back."

The Queen of Heaven and Sea asked: "Have you ever thought that you might be the precursor of the alien race?"

The monk was silent for a moment, shaking his head and said, "The survivors are not aliens, this is our hometown, and no one is qualified to prevent our return."

Tianhai Sheng said: "Do you dare to confirm that the aliens on that continent will not give birth to alienation?"

The monk was silent and did not speak again.

The clear water in the stream has been frozen by these two powerful souls.

The lotus flower condensed by blood water, on the water surface, east or west, the tree by the stream moves quietly in the wind.

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An autumn rain and a cold, there were many green grass left yesterday, at this time it was completely yellow.

Ji Taoren stood in the grass without knees, sensing the distance between the black jade Ruyi and himself, and looked at Tianshuling again, saying, "Abdicate, just like Su Li, leave this world."

Tianhai Shenghou withdrew his gaze to Xiaoxi, Xining Town, tens of thousands of miles away, and said, "My sons want to be emperors, Chen Guansong wants to make a name in the history of Qing Dynasty, Yin is trapped by the word Ji Shi, and Bai Di wants to be with the devil World War I, what about you? I still don’t understand what you want to do when you do so many things."

Ji Daoren said with a blank expression: "This is the will of His Majesty Emperor Taizong, and you promised me and your brother that the throne will be returned to the Chen family."

Tianhai Sheng said: "I have only one son. He was condemned. In my belly, the innate sun wheel was destroyed."

When she said this, she took a look at Chen Changsheng, and then looked somewhere in Tianshuling.

"No matter which one my son is, pure, simple, stupid, or crippled, who will rule the world if he takes the throne?"

Tianhai Shenghou looked at the direction of the autumn grassland and said slightly: "Who will the real emperor be at that time? Those wastes and bastards, or you?"

The Taoist people were silent and did not answer this question.

The night wind blows the wilderness, and the yellow grass moves with the wind, just like a rice field, but it has no fragrance, only the rotten smell of being rotten by rain.

"After saying so many boring words and seeing so many boring people and things, after all, you still have to kill me."

When Tianhai Shenghou said this sentence, she finally moved.

She took a step towards the front, her hands behind her kept spreading slowly.

No raindrops had fallen in the night sky, but when she opened her hand, there were a few drops of raindrops, which came from some place in the wind and fell on her palm.

She looked down at the pearl-like crystals of water in her palms, then raised her head to look at the world that had bored her to the extreme.

"So, who dares to kill me?"

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The situation tonight has changed dramatically.

Emperor Yujin is quiet, there are many killings in Kyoto, and more fire and smoke are generated from time to time. In the distant field, some troops stand still like stone statues of tomb guards, and some troops are still in turmoil. This world has left. The control of the Queen of Heaven and Sea, even those ministers and family members who were most loyal to her, chose to abandon her.

There is no doubt that the situation she is facing has been extremely bad.

She had no cowardice, and looked at the peerless strongmen around the Tianshuling, and all the enemies in this world, and said this.

Who dares to kill me?

These four words are really overbearing to the extreme, arrogant to the extreme, reverberating in the quiet streets of Tianshuling and Kyoto, without stopping for a long time, no one dared to respond.

I don't know how long it took, and finally a sound rang.

That was the sound of the stone slabs being crushed, listening to the sound of teeth, and the sound of bones bearing countless weights.

Gege Gege.

Zhu Luo got up from the wheelchair, his eyes moved up along the white shinto, and finally landed on the peak of Tianshuling.

"Let me do it."

When he uttered these three words, he didn't have any feeling of enthusiasm and passion, and it was very plain, just like water.

Or it is because he knows exactly what his ending is, or it is because he has been waiting for the ending after the letter from Su Li was opened by Wanliuyuan.

Zhu Luo, one of the ups and downs of the Eight Directions, the unfaithful sect master, the big man of Tianliang County, as Su Li said in Xunyang City, he can die, but he cannot be defeated.

Now he is defeated and crippled, so why not die?

When he came to Kyoto tonight, he came to die. He wanted to use his death to replace his family sect for the greatest benefit.

"what would you like?"

Ji Daoren's voice drifted from a distance, no longer in the north of Akihara, but seemed to have gone farther.

Zhu Luo held the hilt in his waist with his left hand and said without expression: "I want the Wang Family to never turn over."

He did not say which royal family, but everyone knew which royal family he was talking about.

The royal family of Tianliang County has long been broken, and now there is only one person left.

Zhu Luo asked the Wang family to never turn over, and it was the man and the knife.

Ji Daoren's voice didn't sound immediately, but he answered after a while.

Obviously, this request before Juluo's death, even he felt a bit troublesome.

"Okay, I promise you."

Hearing this sentence, some expressions finally appeared on Juluo's face, and his body became more upright.

He walked forward, walking slowly, stepping through the shallow water accumulated on the stone flat, and gradually formed a unique rhythm.

He came under Shinto and slowly pulled out the sword in his sheath.

A strong breath, from the sheath with the Ming sword, overflowed, and filled the sky and earth.

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