If this was above the court, I am afraid that some ministers would immediately stand up and reprimand. However, when the woman's voice reached the ears of the Poshan Army and Yan Yunqi, no one stood up.
This is not a matter of military discipline.
It's because there is a logo embroidered on the chest of the woman's long skirt, a logo that is not very delicate. It is a tower, and there are two words on the tower...
Lingyun!
It's a very simple two words, but when such a symbol appears on a woman's chest, no one will question the woman's tone.
Yan Qianli frowned slightly, but in the end he slowly took a step forward: "The Holy Emperor is in the palace now!"
"Oh, so he's not dead yet?" The woman nodded, and then looked in the direction of the Yanjing Palace: "Then I will wait for him here for a quarter of an hour."
Wait a quarter of an hour.
These were the woman's exact words, but she had no intention of informing the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai, as if she was saying something very logical.
"You...are you mother?" Pingyang's voice sounded at this time. Her breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and her face was extremely pale, but her lusterless eyes were staring at the woman closely. .
The woman's eyes slowly turned to Pingyang, and then slowly moved away without speaking, not even nodding or shaking her head.
"I... I am Pingyang. My mother said she would come to pick me up. Are you... are you the mother? Or the person my mother sent to pick me up?" Pingyang looked at the silent woman and asked again.
This time, the woman did not turn her head. She just stood there quietly, as if she had not heard Pingyang's words at all.
The heavy rain fell, washing Pingyang's red dress extremely brightly.
An eerie silence.
Yan Qianli's fists clenched, but he did not speak.
Fang Zhengzheng held Pingyang with both hands. He could feel Pingyang's current emotions. It was precisely because he knew that he allowed Pingyang to speak twice.
However, the woman's attitude surprised him.
Fang Zhengzheng didn't think what Pingyang said was a lie. Pingyang had said that she had met her mother and that her mother would come to pick her up. But why didn't the woman in front of her even look at Pingyang again from the moment she appeared
Wrong person
impossible.
Because the woman obviously knows Yan Qianli, and the woman knows the Holy Master Lin Mubai even more. So, what is going on
"I... I am Ping... Pingyang..."
"Pingyang, don't ask her again, she is not your mother!" Fang Zhengzhi gently pressed his hand on Pingyang's shoulder, stopping Pingyang from continuing to speak.
"But, she..." Pingyang bit her lips tightly.
"He is right. I am not your mother. In addition, I would like to advise you again. If you still want to see your father for the last time, I advise you to keep your mouth shut." The woman finally spoke and directly interrupted Pingyang. if.
"Seeing my father for the last time, I... can I see my mother again?"
"You are about to die, why are you meeting your mother?" The woman said calmly, and then she seemed to have thought of something: "If you want your mother to save you, I advise you not to think about it, she won't save you. your."
"No... I just want to see my mother... I didn't want her to save... save me..." Pingyang's chest rose and fell sharply twice, and then a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.
"Since you wanted to see your mother, why did you choose to give up your life? Originally, you did have a chance to see her, but now, you no longer have this chance." The woman continued.
"I...I..." Pingyang seemed to want to explain something, but the blood that kept pouring out made her body tremble violently, and her lips turned from pink to purple.
"Being prosperous and wealthy, having no worries about food and clothing, being born in a royal family, and being loved by all, what's wrong with these? Since you have decided to be ordinary all your life, then you can just be an ordinary princess with peace of mind. Why should you follow in the footsteps of others? How ridiculous is it to use one's own life to beg for mother's protection? There is nothing wrong with being weak, but if weak people want to be strong, who can blame them?"
After the woman finished speaking, she no longer looked at Pingyang, but turned her head in the direction of the palace again.
But Fang Zhengzheng's body was trembling slightly, and his crystal clear eyes looked at the woman fiercely, begging for his mother's protection with his life, but a weak person wants to show off his strength
"You've been here a long time ago?" Fang Zhengzheng's voice came to mind at this moment.
"Yes." The woman did not look back, but nodded lightly.
"When?" Fang Zhengzheng asked again.
"When 'Stardust' lights up." The woman was silent for a moment, but finally answered Fang Zhengzheng's question.
"Stardust? Is it the pendant on Pingyang's neck?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at the broken pendant on Pingyang's neck.
"Yeah." The woman nodded again.
"I understand. If my guess is correct, you should be here to pick up Pingyang, right?"
"That's right."
"If Pingyang didn't use Xingchen to attack King Xieluo, would she not have to die?" Fang Zhengzheng was silent, but after a moment of silence, he asked again.
"yes."
"You knew this, but you still didn't stop her? Your purpose was not to pick her up at all, but to let her die on her own!" Fang Zhengzheng finally frowned when he heard this.
"Haha, you are very smart." The woman finally turned her eyes back, looking at Fang Zhengzheng's crystal clear eyes, with a faint smile on her lips: "It's a pity that you, like her, are also a dying person. If my guess is correct, you should have less than half a year left to live now, right?"
"Less than half a year to live?"
"She said Fang Zhengzheng has less than half a year to live? What does that mean?"
"What's going on?"
Poshanjun and Yan Yunqi were finally shocked after hearing the woman's words. They all looked at Fang Zhengyi and the woman with doubts on their faces.
Not only Po Shanjun, Yan Yunqi, Yan Xiu, but also Shan Yu, as well as Xing Yuanguo and Yan Qianli, all looked shocked after hearing the woman's words.
Less than half a year
How could Fang Zhengzheng only have less than half a year to live
"Who said that Fang Zhengzhi only has less than half a year to live?" At this moment, a voice rang out, and then, a black figure fell next to Fang Zhengzhi.
It was Wu Yu'er, and in Wu Yu'er's hand was a golden bead, a golden bead that was originally floating in the air.
That's the demon pill.
The demon elixir belonging to King Xie Luo.
"Oh, a demon pill, let me think about it..." The woman's eyes looked at Wu Yu'er, and then she said as if talking to herself: "The heart veins are damaged, and the tree of Tao Fruit has no flowers or fruits. The small world is completely destroyed. In this case, relying on Canghai Yijie to rebuild the small world, normally life can continue, but the original power can no longer be condensed, and the cultivation level should be completely lost."
When the woman said this, she paused again and looked at Fang Zhengyi again: "Well, it's a good way for you to use elixirs to forcibly gather the original power, but after all, the whole world does not belong to you, and besides, your whole world does not belong to you. One Realm is still a broken product, and in three years, it has reached its limit.”
"However, having said that, there is no chance at all. If you can step into the Holy Realm within three years and have your body baptized by heaven and earth, it is possible that the small world will be recast during the baptism process."
"As for your talent, from the Light Returning Realm to the Holy Realm, well... If you had obtained this demon pill three years ago, perhaps it would not have been completely impossible to break through to the Holy Realm. But now, it takes less than half a year. ? From the realm of returning to light, to becoming a saint in one fell swoop, haha... You are clinging to fantasy about something that has never happened in thousands of years of history. How ridiculous is that?"
The woman also laughed at the end, her voice echoing in the night sky, and there was a kind of sarcasm in her eyes, a kind of sarcasm like a superior looking at stupid people.
When Poshanjun and Yan Yunqi heard this, they also fell silent one by one. They didn't like what the woman said, but what the woman said was the truth.
In half a year, he broke through to the holy realm.
This is simply an impossible thing, even if he has the Demon Pill, not to mention that Fang Zhengzheng has now lost the Dao Fruit.
talent.
If one could become a saint purely by relying on talent, then there would already be countless saints in this world. After all, once one steps into the holy realm, life can make great progress.
in other words…
The life of a saint is several times longer than that of an ordinary person.
However, the Great Xia Dynasty has only produced five saints so far. In hundreds of years, only five saints have emerged. In addition to talent, it is more about opportunity.
For example, Yan Qianli reached the pinnacle of the reincarnation realm many years ago and became a powerful hero. However, it was only recently that he became a saint.
Another example is Prince Li. When the late emperor was still on the throne, Prince Li was a myth on the battlefield, an existence at the pinnacle of the reincarnation realm, but what about now
Even though he possesses the top resources of the Great Xia Dynasty, ignores the outside world and concentrates on cultivation, he is still only a semi-saint to this day and has not been able to step into the true holy realm.
Too difficult!
Not to mention that Fang Zhengzheng is only returning to the Light Realm now. Even if he is in the Reincarnation Realm, it is almost impossible to step into the Holy Realm within half a year.
"It's not funny at all!" Wu Yu'er's voice sounded at this time, the corners of her black skirt fluttering in the night wind. Her brows looked a little charming, but her eyes were extremely firm: "Fang Zhengzheng, Even if no one has done it for thousands of years, even if there is no possibility, I still believe in you, I believe you can definitely do it!"
"I believe in you too, Fang Zhengzheng. As long as it's you, you can definitely do it!" Shan Yu's voice sounded immediately behind Wu Yu'er, equally firm.