rainy night.
Long Street is the best.
People who wear rain hats in heavy rain are very common.
But there was only one person wearing a red robe with a rain hat on his head.
The walls of the imperial palace are like cliffs several feet long, misty in the rain and mist.
The man in red walked slowly, silently but aboveboard.
Three sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the city wall, but the man in red didn't shoot, but the arrows seemed to have lost their way in the rainstorm and were swallowed by a giant beast named Darkness.
The man in the red robe looked up.
Between lightning and flint, he used his gaze to draw a sky, which shocked the masters on the wall one after another.
Sword Qi!
Constantly sucking, sucking the life energy of the shady.
In this icy imperial city, countless guards have become blood sacrifices of sword energy.
Suddenly, two figures flashed in front of the red-robed man.
The red-robed man stopped in his tracks, holding the scabbard of his hand tightly, and the wind and rain could not wash away the killing intent in his heart.
He didn't draw the sword in his hand, he knew that as soon as he drew the sword, one of the two people in front would be killed.
But he didn't know how to deal with the second person.
He could feel the difference between the two in front of him.
He can only draw a sword!
Two people, he knows one!
That's Mr. Hong.
Si Gu Jian did not assassinate Emperor Cheng Qing, precisely because of the existence of this great master.
The other took a timely step forward.
At this moment, in the distance of the sky, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed, followed by a thunderclap, which suddenly rose.
The sound was like a crack, but it seemed to reverberate above the head, and the echo curled up and lingered for a long time.
The shadows on the wall whirled, dots of shattered light flashed across the sky, and with the help of lightning, the man in the red robe could see the opponent clearly.
It was a temple of monks.
The night was like ink, the wind and rain were precarious, and the sky and the earth were suddenly silent, only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground could be heard.
a long time….
Time is too short, the confrontation is too long.
Qi to rise to the peak, when not to move at this moment.
Eunuch Hong straightened up slowly, and his bones sent out a burst of "cracking, crackling, crackling" like a string of whips.
The whole person seemed to be raised more than ten inches in an instant.
But he didn't make a move, he wasn't sure.
The monk beside him couldn't bear it anymore, the bamboo stick in his hand shattered the rain curtain, and a tiger roared, as if it came from outside the sky.
The stick is like a tiger, and the person is like a crouching dragon. No one can match the power of this style.
It's a pity that his opponent is the man in red!
Dahongpao draws his sword like a gust of wind, no matter how powerful it is, it will disappear without a trace in the wind.
When the sword disappeared, the monk felt a cool wind blowing gently on his body.
Although the wind is light, it is bitingly cold!
The monk's expression was rigid, and a strange and mysterious expression was condensed on his face.
The blood in his whole body seemed to have been frozen, and his body fell heavily to the ground from mid-air.
The wind stopped, and people's breathing seemed to stop.
Eunuch Hong wrinkled all the wrinkles on his face, sighed a long time, and said.
"Good sword!"
The red-robed man's eyes flickered, and he held the long sword in his hand, but he didn't make a sound.
Eunuch Hong continued: "The art of swordsmanship lies in energy.
This sword is probably unstoppable by anyone in the world. "
The art of kendo lies in one effort, then decline, and three exhaustion.
Even if Hong Siyou doesn't say this truth, all martial arts practitioners in the world should understand it.
Thinking of this, the red-robed man's eyes flashed with fear, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly as if being hit by raindrops.
A sword in hand is more threatening than a scabbard!
Eunuch Hong suddenly jumped up, his figure agile.
He was floating in the air, following the flow of the air extremely slowly but extremely light.
He shot.
The movement is like a girl folding flowers.
Soft and slow, yet indescribably cold and weird.
The red-robed man was at a loss, he could do nothing but draw a sword!
He wanted to close his eyes and let the torrential rain scorched his body. He suddenly thought of his younger brother, and the bitterness on his mouth was unstoppable.
He always thought that there was only Hong Siitch beside the emperor, but he forgot the relationship between the emperor and the temple.
The temple is the emperor's last trump card.
The monk had exhausted his sword energy, his sword soul.
The sword was in his hand but not in its sheath, and he had no way to draw it a second time.
He is the life-threatening Dahongpao, but at this moment his life will be taken away by others.
All missions and powers will be taken away.
Because this is "death".
When "death" comes, what power in the world can stop it
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But this blow didn't take away the life of the red-robed man, it took away a dwarf, a dwarf who came out of nowhere.
Hong Siitch was startled, he thought of who this dwarf was.
The little finger of the "hand" is superb in shrinking bones.
Hong Siyou didn't know where Xiaozhi was hiding, nor how he got into the palace.
He suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
The sword in the dwarf's hand pierced Hong Sitching's body.
The sword light flowed, extremely sinister.
With a bang, the two fell to the ground at the same time.
The sword of double burial, the jade is broken and the gods are scattered, wanting to live the same life as the world!
Little Finger is vicious, he is not only cruel to his opponent, but even more cruel to himself.
His body couldn't withstand the full blow of the great master, blood spilled into the sky and mixed with the heavy rain.
The red rain soaked the imperial city, so beautiful and seductive.
blood rain! !
When the blood rains in the sky, there will be troubled times!
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The man in the red robe stood there like a clay sculpture, and the words of Little Finger before he died kept echoing in his ears.
"I can't make my ring finger sad, I don't want to see her sad.
If she is happy, I will feel happy too. You must live on! "
Little Finger lay quietly on the ground with a smile on his lips.
What is the definition of happiness
Is it eternal life
Is it wealth
No….
As long as you see the one you love is happy, that is happiness.
Little finger is happy, happy life.
She saved Littlefinger's life, and Littlefinger saved her lover's life.
Because Little Finger loves her, and even more because Da Hong Pao loves her.
Isn't a person's life a cycle of fate
"please….
must….
be happy! "
There is no hustle and bustle here, just the same silence as before, which makes people feel empty and helpless.
Nothing has changed.
The red-robed man vaguely remembered this place, which was still so lonely and empty.
The whole palace is brightly lit, only the imperial study room is dim and dim.
It's not that the imperial study room is not well lit, it's just that no matter how bright the lights are, they can't illuminate the emperor's heart.
Because the brilliance of his heart has become gloomy with the departure of a woman.
When he made up his mind to take the Overwatch Council and the Internal Treasury into his own hands, when he made up his mind to dominate the world, he had already entered darkness.
The beauty is gone, where is the candle lamp
It was he who extinguished the light with his own hands, leaving only endless greed.
As long as the rights are still in one's own hands, then life is still there, and ambition is still there.
As long as a person has ambition, his life is precious.
All that was taken away was other people's lives, so what did it matter to him
Taking everything from that woman with his own hands can achieve his dominance for a lifetime.
So what does the disappearance of the woman have to do with him
As much greed as there is ambition.
Greed is always in the world! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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"Now I finally know why you always like to wear red clothes."
The emperor raised his head, looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and said, "You have killed too many people, only the red clothes can cover up the blood on your body."
"You're kidding yourself."
The emperor turned his head, his words had an irresistible might.
The man in the red robe lowered his head, his red robe was still bright and dazzling, but what dripped from the hem of his clothes was not rain, but blood!
The red robe was soaked, but there was no trace of rain.
The red robe was originally dyed with blood!
"Why did you come to kill me?" The emperor's eyes were cold, as if trying to see through the heart of the person coming across.
"Why did you come to kill you, why?" Hong Pao muttered, not knowing how to answer.
The emperor seemed to have seen through the heart of the red-robed man, and his satisfied eyes had already left him. He looked out the window again and said to himself:
"It's just a game."
"You and I are just puppets on strings."
The man in the red robe thought of his index finger.
He suddenly smiled, a smile like an index finger, an ugly and desolate smile.
He suddenly understood what the index finger said, and understood the index finger's smile.
Dejected.
Qi Qi Ran Ran.
"Somebody wanted to kill me, he hated me.
He lays out, and he pulls the strings. "
"You are the sword in his hand.
He can't kill me, but he knows how to use you to kill me. "
"You have a weakness in your heart, you are not worthy of being a killer!"
Wave after wave of the emperor's words struck the heart of the man in red. The two met for the first time, but the emperor seemed to have known him for decades.
The red robe has a weakness in people's hearts!
"Fan Xian"!
The name was like a huge stone, pressing on the head of the man in red, unable to get rid of it.
Everything seems to be like a prophecy!
Xiaoyan's prophecy!
When the emperor's banner was planted on Dongyi City, who would have thought that Dahongpao was just to get rid of Fan Xian's heart disease
When Dahongpao killed Liuyun and Passerby, who would have thought that it was just to make Fan Xian's beloved Begonia Duoduo support the banner of Beiqi.
To minimize the generation gap and resistance between the two of them
Begonia Duoduo needs strength and fame.
Only in this way, no one would object to what she said.
Only in this way, if she said she wanted to be with Fan Xian, who could stop her
If Junshan Society wants to make Fan Xian an enemy, he will be destroyed.
If the emperor wanted to imprison Fan Xian, he would kill him!
It's Fan Xian! It's Fan Xian again! It's still Fan Xian!
He was seen through by someone, he was used by someone.
"Do you know.
It should be green, fat, red and thin. "
"Why can't green be a red flower? Why?"
"Why is the sky blue?"
"Because the lake is blue."
"Why is the water in this pool green?"
"Because it's not deep enough."
How many memories, how much tenderness, and how much resentment surround him, lingering and refusing to leave
Standing on the journey of time, every time I look back, I find that there are more and more footprints behind me, more and more hurried.
He thought of the gentle corner of the mouth, and the girl-like man.
Only this person treats him sincerely!
This person is like a flower.
Sometimes the moon covers the willows, and sometimes the branches are clustered.
The red-robed man smiled wryly, and after a long circle, he found that he was still the same piece of green who made wedding dresses for others.
It's just that he has experienced so many things, and he has never been aware of it.
He was a killer, the most famous killer in the world.
However, he never lived a day for himself.
He lives for others, for his younger brother, for his respectful uncle.
He's a puppet, he's green, he's a stupid idiot.
He is the walking dead!
At this moment, he lost himself, his sword, and his heart.
He is not cold enough, he has lost the courage to draw his sword!
He is no longer a killer.
"Is this killer not too cold?" The red-robed man was thinking, momentarily at a loss.
"You feel inferior!" said the emperor.
"Are you still trying to kill me?" the emperor asked.
"For whom are you going to kill me? For yourself?" said the Emperor.
"I have no idea."
The man in red replied.
The emperor's eyes were full of sarcasm, he knew that the man in red had been defeated by him.
His language is always the most powerful and direct weapon.
It can instantly absorb the heart of the other party, can lift people up to the clouds, and can kick people into hell with one kick.
This is the art of the emperor!
All of a sudden, the ambition of fighting against the iron horse twenty years ago and despising the world once again filled his body.
He looked at the man in red, like looking at an ant struggling to survive.
The torrential rain roared outside the window, and the strong wind made the candles in the study flicker and flicker, and the pages of the books on the table "scrambled".
The man in red raised his head, his face was pale, his eyes were blurred, he was shocked again, he felt incredible.
Only now did he realize that the man in front of him was the real hidden master.
If it wasn't for the sudden agitation in his heart and the involuntary aura of a strong man, the red-robed man would not be able to see that he knows martial arts.
His kung fu has reached a state of perfection, he has become perfect, and he has become one with nature, so the red-robed man didn't notice it.
contempt!
The most taboo thing for warriors actually happened to the number one killer in the world.
The red-robed man completely collapsed.
This person in front of him is number one in the world, the man in red is not worthy!
——————When the severe cold comes, you will never see its power, but it has turned water into ice invisibly, causing people to freeze to death.
The emperor seemed to have noticed the change in the man in red, and he undisguisedly released his domineering aura.
The domineering true energy that has been cultivated for more than 20 years bursts out in an instant!
The air is distorting, the imperial study room is distorting, even the two people facing each other are distorting!
This is domineering!
The woman not only gave both hands to the Overwatch Council, but also to the Internal Treasury.
At the same time, he also gave him the unique domineering mentality in the world.
But…
What did the woman get
Another woman gave him her youth, her fame,
Even doing shameless and dirty things for him time and time again, she is still crying silently in Guangxin Palace.
she… .
What did you get again
They can't see through, can't see through.
They are hopeless idiots.
The wet hem of the red-robed man had already drained dry.
The entire Imperial Study Room was dyed a glaring patch of swallow grease by the red rainwater.
deep red.
Like the twilight, like the misty rain.
Who is crying? Who is bleeding
who is it! ! !
Is it him or her
Is it rain of blood
Bad omen!
The emperor's hands were cold, but his blood was hot.
Being able to fight against Dahongpao is the most exciting and proud thing in his life.
This was the first time he had done it himself, and it might be the last.
Only Dahongpao could make him think of doing it.
Si Gu Jian is not worthy, and Liu Yun is not worthy.
Dongyi City is not worthy, Northern Qi...
Not worthy either! ! !
"I'm just an ordinary person."
The emperor said proudly.
How many masters can truly be ordinary
Who can fight him
"do not worry."
The emperor raised his arrogance to the limit, striking the iron while it was hot, beating the exhausted confidence of the red-robed man, "After you die, I will bury your relatives and friends next to you, so that you will not be lonely."
The emperor could even imagine lonely little yellow flowers growing beside the tombstone of the man in red, with weeds overgrown and insects and ants swarming together.
Dilapidated, decadent, desolate.
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"Despise the opponent strategically, and pay attention to the opponent tactically."
"The enemy is a paper tiger."
The emperor was very obedient, and he always remembered these two sentences.
However, this time he was wrong.
He saw the man in red raised his head, his eyes seemed to hide a needle again, flickering with the candlelight.
He seemed to have found his heart all of a sudden.
What is it that drives him to continue to survive
Is it swordsmanship? Is it confidence? Is it luck
What Blind said to the red-robed man was always right, but this time he was also wrong.
is love! Unforgettable love!
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"You can't die!" Little Finger's dying smile was still flashing in front of his eyes.
"I'll wait for you to come back!" The ring finger said in a gentle voice, with a hint of sweetness rushing into my heart.
"Why can't green become a red flower?" Xia's cold voice drilled into his ears.
yes! He can't die yet!
There is still a black eyebrow waiting for him in the distance!
Those lips that are as fragrant as chrysanthemums still need to be touched by him.
She is slender and gentle.
She is so passionate that she can make each other devour each other in the fire of love!
He can't die yet, he wants to live to see her, to see her eyes as clear as moonlight again.
One time is enough, just one look!
The black rain was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting faster and faster.
The rain was beating against the window, but it couldn't penetrate the incomparably strong heart of the man in red!
His heart has no weaknesses!
The woman who touched his heartstrings made him lose his weakness in an instant!
The sword whined in its sheath, and his hand gripped the hilt tightly again, nothing could separate them!
Him and her? Still, hand and hilt... .
This power, this belief, the emperor will never understand.
He never remembered love, he never loved, he buried his love with his own hands...
There was a clap of thunder, right at the head.
Thunder and lightning, the wind and rain are howling.
However, the study room seemed to be in a state of confusion, as if sleeping in a big dream, between waking up and waking up, it was dazed and chaotic.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed!
Such as thunder, such as lightning, such as strong wind, such as giant waves.
Thick murderous intent, heavy murderous intent!
In an instant, how long
How many moments are there in one breath of time
The ashes fly and annihilate in the blink of an eye, turning into dust in an instant.
Like a white horse passing by, a glance of ten thousand years!
The two raised their hands at the same time, and the world seemed to be pierced by a bolt of lightning.
That moment illuminated the dark world, broke through the chaos, and wiped out the trace of the rain cloud.
The rain stopped and the night was quiet.
Only the sound of bamboo waves coming with the wind in the distance echoed gently in the night sky.
The guards outside Chen Yuan are still unbreakable, it seems that not even a fly can fly in.
Flies can't fly in, it doesn't mean shadows can't enter.
None of them noticed the man as Shadow passed by the armored guards.
Unaware that a shocking news had reached Chen Yuan.
"His Majesty is dead."
After leaving four words, Ying floated away.
There was only one old man left, and the old man was in a wheelchair.
The rain stopped, hot flashes dispersed from the ground one after another, and the air was extremely stuffy.
But the old man's legs were still covered with a thick blanket.
After hearing Ying's words, the old man's brows relaxed, he only felt the blood in his chest surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.
He suddenly felt empty.
He hates the emperor.
He is in love with a woman.
But the emperor took her away.
He hates it!
When the emperor's hands were covered with the woman's blood, he could only watch from the sidelines, numbly.
The emperor took over the woman's wealth, and he could only continue to take care of it.
He hates himself!
When the Dongyi girl was embraced by the emperor, she only left a trace of melancholy towards him.
He started to resent!
From that moment on, the old man lost himself.
For the first time, besides hatred, he learned that there are more terrible feelings in the world than hatred.
That is destruction!
He wanted to destroy that man.
But this feeling made him want to destroy himself and the world.
With the death of Emperor Qing, the world is in chaos, and the people are in dire straits!
He didn't think of his fault from beginning to end, because he felt that he was not wrong at all.
It was that man who was wrong!
But…
What if it is destroyed
So what about life, and what about death
He seemed to understand something suddenly, he felt no pleasure after taking revenge, but fell into endless pain.
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The bright moon is in the sky.
The halo of the moon is like the wind, and the moon is as bright as silk.
The old man touched his broken leg and suddenly laughed.
Laughing and laughing, gradually weeping.
"Your Majesty! This old slave is loyal to you!"
The hoarse cry of the old man resounded throughout Chen Yuan.
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March of the fifth year of Yuqing
His Majesty dies, the Queen Mother dies
On the same day, Cheng Pingping died of illness in Chen Yuan
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Who ascends the throne
Who will show up again
Who will stand at the pinnacle of martial arts
What disease did the emperor die from
None of this matters, the important thing is to be alive.
When tens of thousands of meteors streaked across the sky.
When you raise your head, you can still see the morning stars all over the sky.
The sky does not lose its color with the fall of these meteors.
Why bother to ask, why bother to think, where do those meteors fall
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