Furthermore, there were so many talented warriors who wanted to become Emperor Ye Tian's disciples, but they were all turned away.
Wu Zu was puzzled.
Beside him, Emperor Ye Tian was bathing in the clear light of the bright moon, overlooking the quiet Zhan Zhan Academy.
The Fenghua Palace is shrouded in the hazy blue night, with glacier frost and volcanic magma reflecting the interplay of light.
Emperor Ye Tian listened to Wu Zu's words and pondered for a long time before asking: "Do you believe in fate?"
"Life?"
Wu Zu whispered to himself, still not understanding.
Emperor Ye Tian's eyes were far-reaching, hiding an unknown sadness: "Once upon a time, the "Xingyun Dao Diagram" recorded my fate and opportunities. I had constant bad luck and many sufferings. No matter whether I loved someone or not, I would die alone."
Wu Zu was stunned for a moment. He had never heard Emperor Ye say this before, but he knew that the process of becoming a generation of Emperor from a young boy was difficult.
"When I was young, I didn't believe in fate. At that time, I tore up the "Xingyun Dao Diagram" in a rage. When I met the woman I loved, I didn't believe in the Dao Diagram. I decided to stay with her for the rest of my life and protect her.
She is considerate and makes her wife and children stable and stable."
Emperor Ye Tian's eyebrows were filled with sadness.
He had one hand behind his back, and the other mechanical arm was hanging lifelessly.
"But I was wrong. I couldn't survive this day, and I couldn't fight this fate. I could only watch my wife die in half, and watch such a living person turn into ashes scattered by the wind.
, I know, I regret it.”
He regretted not believing in Xingyun Daotu and thinking about changing his fate against heaven, thereby killing the person he loved most.
Think about this.
Emperor Ye Tiandi smiled bitterly at himself, but the bitter taste in his throat made his heart suffocate slightly.
"You think this child is very similar to you before. She is walking the same path and has the same destiny. Do you want to see her fate and the end of her martial arts?" Wu Zu asked.
Emperor Ye Tian remained silent, looking involuntarily towards the Fenghua Palace, which was full of human smoke. Listening to the conversation between mother and son, he felt that the bitter taste in his throat since his wife's death would dissipate a little.
"The life of a warrior is so fragile that it is vulnerable to a single blow."
Emperor Ye Tiandi let out a long sigh, his eyes gradually became firm, and he said slowly and pointedly: "She is also tough enough to... be indomitable. Maybe she will do better than me and go further."
Wu Zu only smiled faintly, feeling a little ridiculous.
He admitted that Ye Chuyue was a rare leader, with courage and talent that was unique to everyone.
But you must know that to rival or even surpass Emperor Ye Tian is a one-in-a-million challenge.
There are many geniuses in this world, countless, and even more geniuses die young.
Only those who can reach the end will be recorded in the annals of history, and the immortal legend will be passed down from generation to generation.
But how many people died halfway? Died in the cruel waves and sand.
The Dragon Ancestor on the other side glanced at the direction of Ye Tiandi and Martial Ancestor south of the sky, with deep meaning in his purple eyes.
He was a little surprised that a woman in the Martial Star Realm could attract such a powerful man.
"Father."
The woman in green shirt's beautiful eyes were clear and smart, and she asked: "Do you think Brother Huang is already married and has a son?"
"impossible."
Long Ancestor shook his head and said firmly: "When the dragon vein gives birth to an heir, the lamp of destiny will have the sign of new life. Your imperial brother's does not have this sign."
The woman in green shirt lowered her head in despair.
"Let's go to the sanctuary."
The dragon's voice was deep and his mood was heavy.
The deadline is approaching, and Divine Vein Jiuzhou is also the last place in Lingtian Continent.
If you can't find any signs of dragon veins, you have to look elsewhere.
...
In Fenghua Palace, Chu Yue raised her head and looked up.
With her current situation and trump card, she cannot sense an opponent that is too powerful.
But she has been a human being for two lifetimes and has narrowly escaped death for many years. A life of licking blood from a knife's edge has developed a keen sense of perception.
In this world, there are definitely masters who can crush her tens of millions of times.
"Mother."
Xiaobao nestled in Chu Yue's arms and said expectantly: "What is reunion?"
When Chu Yue was alert, she was slightly startled when she heard the words.
She couldn't answer Xiaobao's question for a while.
After a long time, he said: "When family members get together, it is the day of reunion."
"That's the scene in the baby's dream!" Xiaobao said excitedly.
Chu Yue smiled lightly and wrapped her arms around the soft child.
Xiaobao stuffed with black sesame seeds, what I look forward to most is the company of my family.
Then Xiaobao made a fuss for a while before falling asleep peacefully in Chu Yue's arms.
Chu Yue gently put Xiaobao on the bed, and placed Xiaoyou next to him. She gently held the edge of the bed and leaned over to give Xiaobao a gentle kiss on his brow.
After stroking the child's forehead and straightening the quilt, Chu Yue walked to the table and looked at the long black wooden box, which was the elder's clothing sent by the third elder.
A smile appeared on Chu Yue's lips, and she opened the black wooden box with her jade hands.
After seeing the folded clothes inside, his smile froze and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.
"Why is it pink again..." There are no other colors in the Zhan Zhan Academy!
Chu Yue looked at the pink robe that didn't suit her temperament and decisively closed the box with a bang. She suddenly felt a splitting headache.
Dean Ji Cang, do the Seventh Elders and others have any misunderstanding about her?