A Zhao’s historical identity.

This does not involve some existence that transcends the heavenly secrets, nor does it involve a position that is too high to override the broken Hetu Luoshu, making it impossible to deduce the Hetu Luoshu at this moment, so the lines on the stone tablet quickly changed.

The evolution is completed.

The picture on the stone tablet shows a young girl named Azhao walking out of a flower shop holding flowers and smiling towards the sun.

He raised his head, and the sunlight in his eyes dimmed and flickered, turning into the candlelight on the bronze lamppost. His black hair was tied up, and some wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, as well as the complicated lines on the sleeves. He turned around for a moment, and in his hands

The bouquet turned into a jade order, turned around, and flicked his sleeves.

The soft sleeved robe pierced the air like a sword, making a sharp sound.

With cold eyes, he looked down at the Gong Gong princes in the hall.

The aura that belongs exclusively to the emperor of the human world emerges.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face slowly disappeared. Looking at the stone tablet, he looked like the woman who appeared in the scene on the stone tablet. She was majestic, fierce and ruthless, and had no appearance of an old friend. Her white hair on the temples was slightly raised, just like the Chang'an Ranger back then.

"...Wu, Fu..."

Wei Yuan whispered slowly.

I can't tell you how much it was meeting old friends and how much it was hostility that wanted to draw a sword.

Zhu Jiuyin picked up the tea cup: "Is it her?"

"It can be said that she is also one of the members of the Martial Temple Project. The emperor in the human world chose to keep the plan edict for later generations, and it was discovered by future generations...Does she know the location of Nuwa Earth?" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Wei Yuan and said:

"Do you need me to ask?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan replied, staring at the Hetuluoshu stone tablet until the lines on it gradually disappeared, and said: "I will ask her about this matter... Hetuluoshu, has her memory been restored at this moment?"

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

The lines on it finally flowed, and the answer was: "Never..."

"For some reason, its memory has always been in a latent state, and the source of its recovery is confused with an extremely complicated secret..."

Wei Yuan sat there and said after a long time: "It seems that her recovery is not simple."

"Perhaps it has something to do with certain existences, or perhaps it is precisely because of this that it is connected with Nuwa Earth."

Xuanyuan and Xingtian noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Zhu Jiuyin held the tea cup and said calmly: "What are you going to do? Kill her and get the treasure?"

"Killing her is not enough. I went back after killing Twelve Yuanchen. It was she who consumed Wu Zhou's luck and temporarily avoided the enemies who avenged Yuanchen, allowing me to fake death and then revive. Although I was old and virtuous in that life,

Bo, lonely and scattered, but it can still be regarded as a good death."

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

"She once tried to restrain me, but I refused."

"As Yu Ji said, the ultimate love, hate, and hatred are just embellishments of the past. For now, they can no longer be regarded as hatred rooted in the heart. But even so, I still understand one thing."

When Zhu Jiuyin saw those eyes, they looked like a knight who left Chang'an on a snowy night:

"She never needs my forgiveness."

"And I will never forgive her."

……………………

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

"This atmosphere...hiss, it was rare for the Queen of the Wind to get angry back then, but this is the atmosphere."

"It's incredible, it's incredible."

Xuanyuan patted his chest and just didn't say a word, just playing poker in silence.

The so-called human emperors and heroes are ancient mascots. When everyone is angry, Xuanyuan is the easiest to be treated as a doormat. He probably doesn't understand the atmosphere and still makes jokes, so he will be beaten. This has nothing to do with strength.

, because friends and friendship are not distinguished by strength.

The friendship that distinguishes high and low status based on strength is the same as the separation of closeness based on wealth.

They are not really good friends either.

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

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

Therefore, Baize is very important!

"A Yuan, does this mean you have a grudge?"

"Yes...if you just have a grudge, that would be fine."

Zhu Jiuyin drank tea and said calmly: "They have met since childhood and have supported each other. This person also saved Wei Yuan once and was one of the promoters of the Wumiao plan, because Wumiao was promoted by several generations of emperors after her. For the time being,

It can also be regarded as a far-reaching and outstanding talent in the world. He has given both kindness and power, and has become famous for a while."

"If a woman had succeeded in becoming an emperor in ancient China, her evaluation would have been much higher."

"Isn't this good...?"

"But it was 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, but was forcibly kept in Chang'an just to meet Chen Yuan. At that time, she concealed the secret and called for the young man before rescuing Wei Yuan.

Time to call."

"Then when Wei Yuan finally relented and turned around, he stabbed his heart with a sword."

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

Xuanyuan took a breath, and a feeling of pain appeared on his face.

"this……"

"It's a little bitter."

He just said this in the end.

Zhu Jiuyin is noncommittal.

Things in the world, whether it is pure kindness or pure hatred, are very simple. Just repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. However, things in the world often cannot be so simple. There is kindness and hatred, and kindness and hatred are intertwined.

Maybe the person who saved him also has a blood feud with him.

Or maybe his benefactor betrayed him in the end.

They are intertwined in all kinds of ways, so it is said that things in the world are impermanent.

Only in this way can we live up to the name of the various tastes in the world.

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

Ji Xuanyuan sighed a few times and said: "Yes, but how do you know Zhu Jiuyin so clearly about the things between them? It seems that you were also in the world at that time and knew A Yuan, hahahaha,

My intuition has never been wrong, 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 unruly knight-errant who fell from the sky came to life before his eyes.

For some reason, my left eye hurts again.

At that time, it should have been like what I did just now, when I slapped the knight against the wall and couldn't unbutton it.

It feels really good.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted coldly, and then crushed a teacup again.

Ji Xuanyuan: "......"

The corners of his mouth twitched, did I mess up again?

……………………

Wei Yuan opened his eyes for a long time and looked at the inner room of the museum. He rarely got distracted. When he was in school, he often looked at the walls in trance. Once he was distracted, a class would pass. But later he gradually practiced, like this

The situation is getting worse and worse.

Wu Fu...

Wei Yuan closed his eyes. The childhood sweethearts in his youth, as well as the scenes of their subsequent meeting, the final cruelty and ruthlessness, and self-centeredness all appeared in front of his eyes. It was impossible to say that he was relieved; it was impossible to say that he was filled with murderous intent and hatred.

, it is difficult to tell whether it is mixed with other things.

The only thing that is unforgivable is crystal clear.

Only the understanding that the other party never needs his forgiveness is extremely clear.

He stood up, washed up, had breakfast, opened the door and walked out of the museum. When he walked out, a clanging sound suddenly came from the Old Fox Bookstore next door, and then a water glass fell down. Su Yu'er, Su Yan'er, Hu Mei

Three fox girls from the Qingqiu Kingdom looked at him blankly from the window sill on the second floor.

Standing tall, the white hair was combed by Ah Liang. Because the head of the Wei Hall was not good at growing long hair, he picked up a kitchen knife and cut off his white hair when he was just a little short. The effect of the Moonlight Dew of the Moon is extremely powerful.

, Wei Yuan's facial features are obviously still the same, but the subtle changes in the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, pupils, teeth, hair volume and texture, make the whole person's temperament suddenly rise again.

He stands tall and has long hair with a wooden hairpin, and his right hand is clasped behind his back.

For the three little foxes Su Yaner and Su Yuer.

It was as if they were blowing in the wind on the window sill, and suddenly they saw a white vixen that was thousands of years old walking out of the next door. The huge impact made the three of them stunned. Wei Yuan touched the hair on the temples and saw

Looking at the three vixens who were stunned.

Fortunately it didn't fall off the clothes rack.

After slandering Ximen Qing's story, the head guard smiled and raised his phone without changing his expression.

Click, click, click.

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

The three fox fairies who showed flaws that Tu Shan should not have ran back in a hurry and slammed the door shut. The head of the Wei Hall thought that these guys had sent messages to the girl when he and Jue were out on a date some time ago.

"Evil deeds", he happily sent the three little hands to the girl with a busy look.

"Hey, isn't this Tushan's vixen? I haven't seen you for a while, why are you acting like this?"

"No, no, no."

"Does Tushan's fox already look like this?"

"No way, no way, it's not true that these are already the best fox demons of the Tushan clan, right?"

Click Send and call it a day.

Today, the charming Ou Doudou, the mistress of the Qingqiu Kingdom of the Tushan Clan, once again overestimated her abilities and confidently launched the Tushan Clan's traditional good morning provocative duel invitation to her eldest sister, and was about to be crushed again soon after.

, but this does not prevent him from being happy and relaxed at the moment.

Until he raised his head, his hair as white as frost, and saw A Zhao walking out of the flower shop in front of him.

"Ah, the guard master."

The girl A Zhao greeted her politely and politely. She didn't even dare to acknowledge her at first. When she spoke with a smile, she saw those deep black eyes and her white hair slightly raised. For some reason, her thoughts paused for a moment, before her eyes.

The ice cubes shattered and a picture emerged.

White hair, sword immortal...

In a palace that is deep, lofty and extremely cold.

The empress, who was no longer young and on the verge of aging, played with the jade Ruyi in her hand, squinting her eyes, and the whole world seemed to be in her hands. The handsome and refined young female official next to her smiled and told her some interesting things to relieve her boredom.

However, as the years grow older, as Zhuge Wuhou said, the years go with the times, and the thoughts go with the sun.

Everything in the past is like withering away. Looking back, it is just a big dream.

She squinted her eyes to sleep in the warm sunshine, just like when she was young and watched fish under a flowering tree, she was bored and bored, until the girl next to her noticed her boredom and said: "Speaking of it,

Wan'er heard that something interesting happened in Chang'an City. Suddenly, a white-haired swordsman came in with his sword, piercing through the entire Chang'an escort in one breath, and went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Buddhist Temple."

“Master Xuanzang’s Buddha’s Light Relic actually resonated with him.”

"That person was a peerless figure many years ago, but that white-haired swordsman looks very young, and is 70% or 80% similar to the painting your Majesty is playing with... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

The empress was stunned and lost consciousness, and the objects in her hands fell.

Jade Ruyi and the flower pot seemed to hit the ground at the same time, shattering into powder.

The white-haired swordsman...

The girl A Zhao raised her head, her face stiff.

Memories come and go.
Chapter completed!