Hidden Blade

Time and busyness are the best medicine in the world.

Both of them are enough to make people forget the painful past and move forward with a new vision.

Seven months passed, from early spring to autumn.

People gradually came out of the natural disaster that separated their wives and children. When the Rice turned golden, they realized that the worst days had come to an end, and that everything would develop in a better direction.

Cities and towns around the country began to send a memorial about the autumn harvest. Although this is not the busiest time yet, judging from the amount of grain and grass reported in those memorials, it can be predicted that this year will be a bumper harvest year.

Before sunset, fangziyu finally corrected the last Memorial.

Seven months of time let this piece of land that once fell into the dead, revived, and also let the girl who had once jumped out of temper gradually adapted to the identity of being an emperor.

Her face was silent, but still majestic, she waved her hand to the maid in charge of her daily life: "yun'er, you go out first, I want to have a rest by myself."

The maid named yun'er beside her has a good disposition and doesn't ask much. After a salute to fangziyu, she takes Yingying, the rest of the servants in the palace, to retreat.

When the door of the hall is slowly closed by yun'er, the afterglow of the sun is cut off by the wooden door, and the hall falls into darkness. Only the eyes of the woman sitting in the middle of the hall door flash with charming luster, like the bright stars in the endless night.

Oh.

Then, a long sigh from the Fangzi fish's mouth, echoed in the temple door.

Fang Ziyu, dressed in a gorgeous robe, stood up from behind the desk. She stepped to the center of the hall and looked up at the empty roof. The bright light in her eyes suddenly faded at that time.

To be fair to say, she had no interest in the so-called ningchao emperor, and the title of Chengtian empress was imposed on her by others. She just can't bear to see those hungry people die in hunger, and she can't trust to hand over the power of life and death to others. Although she was naive, she was not stupid. In the books she had read, Chen Xuanji mentioned more than once that the emperor should not only have the kindness to benefit the people, but also the tyranny to frighten the curfews.

She knows very well that the return of Xia, Zhou and Chen to Daning was only a temporary measure after the world had no food at that time. The sages have the idea that wine is full of lust. How can those who once submit to her be willing to stay in the fence all the time? Once they find the opportunity, this world will inevitably be a bloody storm. So no matter what consideration, the position of Chengtian empress can only be done by Fangzi fish.

Because only she has such a great reputation, can she gather such irreversible public opinions, and let those who are full of ambition and hegemony continue to hibernate, and the world that has just been improved can continue to flourish.

Thinking of fangziyu here, she sighed again. Her hands hidden under her sleeve suddenly moved. A huge force swung around her body, but it converged in an instant. At that moment, her body suddenly disappeared under the package of that strength.

After a brief but gorgeous light and shadow flow, fangziyu's body came to the roof of pick star Pavilion, the highest building in Changle palace. This is the ability that she has since she ascended the throne, which is not surprising, but can be achieved after mastering some rules of distorting space. It's strange to say that since the accession ceremony, relying on the Dragon Spirit poured from the world, came to the fairyland, with the advent of spring, the people's days were getting better and better, and the whole Daning Dynasty also had a thriving momentum. However, the cultivation of fangziyu, who was sitting in the palace every day and painstakingly correcting every memorial, did not do so because of this kind of work The decline of the score is stronger than that of the day.

This kind of promotion is a very significant promotion. Every day, she can feel that she is stronger than yesterday. As to how strong she is, she says it is not true. After the natural disaster, most of the sects in the world have been defeated, and the immortal Daneng either lives in seclusion completely and wants to become a real immortal, so as to jump out of the world or die there In the midst of the catastrophe, it has become a far more difficult thing to find an immortal than to ascend to heaven.

Without an accurate comparison, it is difficult for Fangzi fish to say what kind of strength they have now. Of course, she also did not know whether from ancient times to the present, every Immortal Emperor would have his own treatment, but if so, she doubts that although she can not say clearly what level of strength she has now, she can clearly understand that such strength is far from the existence of an ordinary immortal. But if the Immortal Emperor who drove the expedition in the summer also had such strength, how could he be shot by Lin Shou's arrow and dream to break the grand ambition of unification for thousands of years?

Standing on the roof of pick star Pavilion, looking at the setting sun with only a tiny indisputable halo, the square fish frowned suddenly.

After the initial bustle and the fear of ascending the throne, Fang Ziyu, who gradually calmed down, seriously thought about all kinds of things before and after the disaster that day.And the conclusion she could come to was just three words - weird.

The grain storage place that Chen Xuanji asked her to carry, the 100000 army who had just stepped into the deer antler plain at the time of the natural disaster, all seemed to be specially arranged for her. As long as she took these things according to the established routine, she could easily survive the disaster. This is not the first time that such an idea has appeared in fangziyu's mind. However, she can only think about these past things at most and can not prove them.

But the doubts in her heart, in addition to the part that can not be verified, are more things that she dare not to verify.

Where did Xu Han and others go, whether they are among the 100000 mountains, and whether the 100000 mountains have really returned and are located in the west of Qingzhou.

If put in seven months ago, the fangziyu who unloaded the emperor's burden would not hesitate to go there to find out. But when she sat on the throne, although she had no time to go by herself, it was not difficult for her to send someone to explore after everything had calmed down. But the more she arrived, the more frightened she became.

She is afraid that the west of Qingzhou is empty, or there is no trace of people in the 100000 mountains, because if they were alive, the news that she would become the empress of heaven would have been spread all over the country. How could they not come to find her? Sometimes, instead of poking through the invisible hope, it's better to put it there. When you are desperate and tired, if you look at it from a distance, you will regenerate some strength.

This is the truth that fangziyu learned alone in the bustle of Chen state. It can be seen as a kind of growth, but it is more like a compromise in the eyes.

After making such a compromise, Fang Ziyu would come to the roof of the pavilion to watch the setting sun. Only she knew that she was looking at her old friend...

...

today, fangziyu is also looking at the West.

She looked at it for a long time as usual, and she was a little distracted.

Until the sunset completely set, fangziyu just sighed and slowly took back his eyes.

The bright light in her eyes was dim. She knew that the dream of remembering the past was over. She needed to go back to the palace, eat under the eyes of all the people, and then continue to correct the memorials handed in at night. Then she had to go to bed early, because there will be countless new memorials to be handed over tomorrow, and they will be repeated and never-ending. Sometimes she also can't understand the meaning of such a day. From ancient times to the present, why those heroes would fight to death for such a boring thing.

Fang Ziyu sighed again, which cleared up her mood. She had to use the secret method she had just learned to twist the space and return to her bedroom.

Can she hide under the wide cuffs of the hand just had the movement, but in the next moment suddenly froze.

Her brow frowned and looked to the northwest. The look between her eyebrows suddenly became dignified at that time. She felt a breath of incomparable coldness in the distant direction. She was no stranger to such a breath. It was the breath of the saints and soldiers created in the temple of senlo. However, the difference was that the breath she felt at the moment was much colder than that of the soldiers.

"Is it the remnant of senlo hall?" Fangziyu thought secretly that even if he had the strength far beyond ordinary immortals, he still had deep fear for the Senluo hall, which had once dominated the world. It is like a snake in the forest. Before it is sensed by you, you can't detect any trace of its existence. Once you detect its existence, the fangs of the other party will tear your neck.

Moreover, if you can really find the remaining sin of Senluo hall, maybe you can learn from them about the whereabouts of Xu Han and others.

These two factors are superimposed together. Therefore, at the first time when she comes back to her mind, fangziyu's eyes are frozen, and then her stagnant movement under her wide sleeves starts to move again. Only this time, what she wants to go to is not her own bedroom, but the direction of the cold breath.

...

the way to distort the space is naturally extremely profound. Not to mention the ordinary monks, even those immortals who have a long life and claim to be able to move mountains and fill the sea, pick up stars and get the moon, have never heard of anyone touching the lintel of such a method. Although Fangzi fish mastered this method, it was still a short time. At the present level, it is difficult for her to reach any corner of the world as she wishes. She has to follow the lead of that breath and apply the method several times before arriving at the former Changwu pass on the border of Chen state.

After this twisted space method was used, the consumption of Fangzi fish was obviously not poor. She gasped a little, then looked up along the direction of the breath. She could clearly feel that the breath was not far away from her, and she was hostile to senluodian instinct. When she came here, she was fully prepared.

But when she looked up and saw clearly the situation in front of her in the Changwu pass, fangziyu was still trapped in deep fright.

There was a strong smell of blood, and the city was filled with darkness that could not be illuminated by starlight. There was a cold corpse everywhere in the dark. Vaguely, there are also strange figures shuttling through the remains, carrying them to a certain place in Changwu pass at a very fast speed.Fang Ziyu took several rest time to suppress the horror and anger in her heart. She hid her breath and jumped into the shadow of the city. She followed the steps of those strange figures carefully and walked with them in Changwu pass, which had become a dead city.

It's hard to imagine that when she felt the cold breath, she used the secret method of distorting the space to rush here. The whole process took only about ten breaths. It was hard for Fang Ziyu to imagine what kind of existence it was that could kill more than 100000 people in Changwu pass in such a short period of time.

She followed the figures calmly through the winding alleys in the middle of Changwu pass, and finally arrived at an open place, which should be a market in the pass. However, at the moment, the busy scene of constant stream of pedestrians and peddlers' incessant Hawking in the fair has long been gone. Some of them are just a few black figures that have been brought from all over the place and piled up together Cheng Xiaoshan's body.

"What are they going to do?" The square fish frowned and thought about the cableway. And soon she gave the answer at the bottom of her heart: it seemed that she wanted to have some kind of ceremony.

Her eyes began to sweep back and forth over the empty space where the corpses had been piled up, and then she found that just above the clearing there was a huge black disc, on which stood a throne, and on which sat a figure.

Fangziyu's brow was a little deeper. She had seen a lot of strange things in her life, but the thing in front of her was an existence she had never heard of, and she could clearly feel the powerful breath that made her feel frightened and frightened from that thing.

She was not sure whether these people were the remnant evils of Senluo hall, but somehow she felt that the figure sitting on the throne seemed familiar to her, but she could not remember where she had seen it.

She put her head out a little bit, trying to see the shape of the figure, but the other party's perception is obviously more sensitive than her, even if it is the back to the square fish, the other party also sensed the existence of the square fish.

His head slowly turned around at that time, a pair of dark eyes and square fish clear eyes on.

At that time, a cry of surprise rang through the dead and silent Changwu pass.

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