Su Zhenjun slowly knelt down, like a minister kneeling before a king. "The pinnacle of martial arts." then…… Above Taixu, the sword energy is everywhere. Never lie to your lover: Chapter 19 I hope for world peace "I thought you were going to kill him." "You're telling me, am I the kind of devil who kills people whenever we disagree?" "you are not?" "Well, I am." On the long path, Yu Zhe and Mo Xianxing chatted casually. Behind them, Su Zhenjun followed sadly.
After seeing that miraculous sword, Su Zhenjun already had the intention of surrender, and expressed his willingness to follow the other party to the rest. only…… "I'm not the one you want to follow." What I got was an inexplicable rejection. "So, the God of Disobedience was sealed under that plain?" On the way, the rest asked questions casually. He quickly replied: "To be precise, Qin Dongling Tomb has been relocating the surrounding residents in the name of post-disaster reconstruction and archaeological development in recent years, and the development of Lishan tourism has also been stagnant for many years." In fact, it is normal for warlocks to be archaeologists. Martial arts practitioners also need to have a lot of ancient literature and medical knowledge, and their knowledge is extremely profound. "Qin Dongling..." The rest repeated, looking at the endless plain, and said this. "So the person buried underneath is Qin Shihuang?" Mo Xianxing shook his head and said: "The one you mentioned is located at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain. Empress Dowager Xuan, King Zhaoxiang and the Queen Mother of Tang, Prince Zhao's son Prince Zhaoxiang, King Zhuangxiang and the Queen Mother are buried here." "Well, I don't know any of them." Mo Xianxing said: "Basically, they are all relatives of the First Emperor. King Zhuang Xiang and the Queen Mother are his parents." "------" The rest stopped inexplicably and confirmed: "Zhao Ji?" Mo Xianxing nodded. "It's ridiculous." The rest moved on: "Even a man who calls himself an emperor is ultimately just the son of a woman." "The history of China, in the final analysis, is like this. Women's status is low, and men want to trample them under their feet; mothers' status is noble, and even the emperor can only kneel down to serve."
"...What kind of person is Wang's mother?" Su suddenly asked, but then felt it was inappropriate. "Sorry, I'm just curious. My mother was just a village girl. After giving birth to me, she committed suicide by the river." Sui spoke of the past in a calm tone. "I was raised by a Taoist priest in the mountains. It was the master who taught me literacy and martial arts. But later, I saw in the newspaper that the country rejected the partition of Japan and needed manpower for expeditions." "I thought I had received a lot of favors from the Democratic League, so I went down to join the army and joined the march by stopping General Mi's car." Suddenly feeling something was wrong, he wanted to change the subject and spoke in a relaxed tone. "Actually, I'm lucky. Because I'm young and the experience of going down the mountain is very similar to Mr. Jun, I received a lot of care." Mo Xianxing smiled and was about to continue talking when the rest spoke. "Just a hesitant ordinary person." "Ok?" The rest of them turned their heads and spoke in a calm tone, but with the same pride as showing off a toy to a friend. "My mother is just an ordinary person. She has never read a book, but she has a knack for eating. She... is a very good woman." The rest of them stopped there inexplicably, with a trace of sadness flashing in their eyes. 5000 years of dreams, this moment is wonderful, but some things can never be forgotten. "Of course, I would think she would be better off if she could get rid of the habit of putting millet and pepper in even tomatoes and scrambled eggs." In the end, the young man just smiled and ignored the matter. He walked forward quickly, like a student on an outing. "Come on, this matter is over, I still want to have a good time." Mo Xianxing followed with a smile. "There are still many places to play in Chang'an. Is there anywhere you want to go?" "Well, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are a must-see." “What are the Terracotta Warriors?” "It's just a bunch of tomb sculptures in the tomb of the First Emperor." "..." "Who dares to dig up those tombs designed by ancient alchemists?" …… It was clearly a ravine and a group of peaks, but there was a large plain. It was a scenery that those born in the south had never imagined. The rest must admit that when he saw the endless horizon, he felt a sense of pride in his heart.
In the past, his father once said that he must go to the north. Only by going there can he understand what the land that can support the charge of millions of troops looks like. "Father, will you feel relieved now that I have stood before all the armies?" In front of countless artillery chariots, the rest looked at the man in the distance. Behind him were many sergeants from Hanyu Fortress, and beside him stood martial arts and magicians from sects and wealthy families, but the rest understood that he was actually alone. Just because everyone present was looking at the man sitting quietly with his eyes closed in the distance, they didn't dare to take any action. "You are the burial fungus." The man opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with deathly silence, and he nodded to acknowledge it. He was about 30 years old, wearing mourning clothes, and his slender appearance gave people an intellectual and delicate impression. "You are the stranger." The rest did not answer, but looked at the man who was still standing beside him, looking like a dead dog, and his expression became extremely solemn. His lips trembled slightly and he couldn't help spitting out a number. "twelve……" Yu Zhe's strange reaction attracted everyone's attention. He took a long breath and was prepared in his heart. This time, even he can only control half of the scene. The rest... I hope people in this world have better luck. Noticing the rest of his eyes turned towards him, Zang slowly stood up and straightened his thin spine. "To be honest, you and I are a little far apart." The rest said: "If the objective reality is different from what you think, then the reality must be wrong. You can insult the reality as much as you like." "..." Zhenzhen Jun said seriously: "At the beginning, when I knew that you defeated the gods, I was actually a little lucky. After all, you are a rootless person." "What I was thinking at the time was that since your care has been cut off and your fellow countrymen have gone far away, lonely people will always want someone to rely on. And we can be your support and give you friends, comrades-in-arms, lovers, and families. Then you will be our king." As he said that, he glanced at the rest of his reaction. However, the other party just played with the weeds in his hands casually. "Go on, I'm listening." Zhen Zhenjun snorted coldly: "But you killed General Mi, how could you do it, how could you bear to kill such a person!" "He is a general!" "He is a hero!" "you……" He wanted to question the other party loudly, but stopped because the young man's eyes were cold.
"------" The autumn wind stirs up the withered yellow weeds, but it cannot disperse the complicated emotions. Su Zhenjun held the sword tightly with a complicated look on his face, and the soldiers around him couldn't help but whisper. In the end, Zang lowered his hands helplessly: "I want to release the Mother Goddess. She originally disdained the seal. Since they are not willing to be enemies with you, then they are not worthy of enjoying the peace brought by disdain!" "Stop kidding yourself." Yu Zhe said coldly: "You can come all the way here, isn't it because of the tacit approval of the entire martial arts world?" "There is no need to make an excuse. Your actions are simply because you think we are vulgar." The rest asserted so. "As people who have a deep understanding of the world, you are very aware of the greatness of the gods, but you look down on the Godslayers just because we are just like you." "No, not even comparable to you. He has no noble bloodline, no achievements based on his own efforts, no skills, and no admirable character. He is just a lucky ordinary person." The rest of them scanned the crowd, their sharp eyes sweeping over everyone present, causing them to dodge uncontrollably. "You martial arts and magicians look down on us." "You rich and powerful people look down on us." The young man looked away and said softly: "You look down on us, that's all." "------" The young tyrant ignored everyone's gazes and just walked forward slowly. Following his movements, everyone couldn't help but move away. "But……" The remaining ones raised their fists high: "You should fear my power!" "..." "........." The young man closed his fists and spoke softly, like a lover whispering in his ear. "Are you right, Great Mother Goddess?" The hearts of everyone present trembled suddenly, and before they could react, a kind female voice came to their ears. "That's right, the king from another world." Humans thought they had trapped the gods, but they didn't know that they just didn't want to come out. And in some wells, strange fungi are spreading. The objects they infect are neither animals nor plants, but creation. ---- Ps: The nouveau riche are always at the bottom of the contempt chain, which is actually a normal it can't be compared like this.
