Fighter of the Destiny

Thousands of miles away, in the old temple of Xining, the night stream is silent.

Queen Tianhai looked at the monk across the stream and said, You should know very well who I am always wary of.

The monk stopped turning the rosary beads in his palm, still closed his eyes, and said calmly: They have never been there, so naturally they can't think of what you are thinking.

I've never been there either, she said.

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

No matter how far apart they are, as long as there is a connection between heaven and earth, her soul can come to her personally.

It's her by the stream.

The monk thought for a while and said, It makes sense.

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

I had no idea in advance what I might see, said the monk.

Queen Tianhai looked at him quietly and asked: Are you the son of Prince Jiancheng? Grandson?

The monk's face showed a trace of nostalgia. After a moment of silence, he said softly: Prince Jiancheng is my father.

Queen Tianhai raised her eyebrows and asked, I don't understand why your surviving family would join forces with him. You must know that he is Emperor Taizong's black dog.

The monk said slowly: No amount of resentment can compete with time and the desire to go home. We want to come back.

Queen Tianhai asked: But have you ever thought that you might be the pioneer of a foreign race?

The monk was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: The survivors are not aliens. This is our hometown. No one has the right to prevent our return.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai said: Do you dare to confirm that the aliens on that continent will not have any alien intentions?

The monk was silent and said no more.

The clear water in the creek has long been solidified by these two powerful spirits.

Lotuses made of blood stand east or west on the water, and trees by the stream are still and moving in the wind.

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There was an autumn rain and a cold spell, and the grass that still had a lot of green left yesterday was now completely yellow.

Taoist Ji stood knee-deep in the weeds, feeling the distance between the black jade Ruyi and himself. He looked at the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven again and said, Abduce the throne and leave this world like Su Li.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai looked away at the stream in Xining Town tens of thousands of miles away and said: These sons of mine want to be emperors, Chen Guansong wants to leave a name in the history of Qing Dynasty, Yin is trapped by the word Ji Shi, and Bai Di wants to fight with the Demon Lord. First battle, what about you? I still don’t understand what you want to gain by doing so many things.”

Taoist Ji said expressionlessly: This is the will of His Majesty Emperor Taizong, and you promised me and my junior brother that you would return the throne to the Chen family.

Queen Tianhai said: I only have one son, and he was punished by heaven. The innate sun disk in my belly was destroyed.

When she said this, she glanced at Chen Changsheng, and then looked somewhere in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.

No matter which son I have, whether he is pure, simple, stupid, or disabled, if he ascends the throne, who will rule the world?

The Holy Queen Tianhai looked in the direction of Qiuchuan and said sarcastically: Who will be the real emperor then? Those losers and bastards, or you?

Taoist Ji remained silent and did not answer this question.

The night wind blows in the wilderness, and the yellow grass moves with the wind, like rice fields, but there is no fragrance, only the rotten smell after being soaked by rain.

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

When the Holy Queen Tianhai said these words, she finally moved.

She took a step forward, and slowly opened her hands that had been behind her back.

There were no raindrops falling in the night sky, but when she opened her hand, a few raindrops floated from nowhere in the wind and landed on her palm.

She looked down at the pearl-like water droplets in her palm, then raised her head and looked at the world that had bored her to the extreme.

Then, who dares to kill me?

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The situation tonight has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

The imperial chariot is quiet, the sound of killings is everywhere in Kyoto, and fire and smoke are rising from time to time. In the distant wilderness, some troops are still as if they are stone statues guarding tombs, and some troops are still in commotion. This world has been separated. Under the control of Holy Queen Tianhai, even the ministers and family members who were most loyal to her chose to abandon her.

There is no doubt that the situation she faced was extremely bad.

But she was not timid at all. She looked at the peerless experts around the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book, looked at all the enemies in the world, and said this.

Who dares to kill me?

These four words were really overbearing and arrogant to the extreme. They echoed in the quiet Tomb of Heavenly Books and the streets of Kyoto. They never stopped for a long time and no one dared to respond.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally there was a sound.

It was the sound of stone slabs being crushed. It sounded like the impact of teeth, and it also sounded like the sound of bones bearing countless weights.

Ggggggg.

Zhu Luo stood up from his wheelchair, his eyes moved up the white Shinto, and finally landed on the peak of the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

Let me do it.

When he said these three words, there was no impassioned feeling, it was very plain, as light as water.

Maybe it's because he knows what his ending will be, or it's because he has been waiting for this ending since Wan Liuyuan opened Su Li's letter.

Zhu Luo, one of the most powerful people in the world, the leader of the Jueqing Sect, and a big shot in Tianliang County, just as Su Li said in Xunyang City, he can die but cannot be defeated.

Now that he was defeated and disabled, why would he want to die?

He came to Kyoto tonight just to die. He wanted to use his death to seek the greatest benefits for his family and sect.

what would you like?

Taoist Ji's voice floated from a distance. It was no longer in Qiuyuan in the north of the city, but seemed to have gone further away.

Zhu Luo held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his left hand and said expressionlessly: I want the Wang family to never stand up again.

He didn't say which royal family it was, but everyone knew which royal family he was talking about.

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

Zhu Luo wanted the Wang family to never stand up again, and he was targeting that man and that knife.

Taoist Ji's voice did not ring immediately, but he answered after a while.

It was obvious that even he found Zhu Luo's request before his death a bit troublesome.

Okay, I promise you.

After hearing this, some expressions finally appeared on Zhu Luo's face, and his body became more upright.

He walked forward, his slow steps gradually breaking through the shallow water accumulated on the stone flat, gradually forming a unique rhythm.

He came to the bottom of the Shinto and slowly pulled out the sword from the sheath.

A powerful aura spread out from the sheath of the Ming Sword, filling the space between heaven and earth.