For thousands of years, emperors of all dynasties have struggled to have both, country and beauty, but there are very few emperors who have lost both.
Five hundred years ago, the last emperor of the Sui Dynasty lost the woman he loved most and the country at the peak of his country's fortune. He was also entangled and tortured his whole life by a woman he didn't love. Until the last moment when he disappeared between heaven and earth, he still showed a look of helplessness. It was true that he was relieved, he was forced to let go, but he was forced to let go, forced to let go, and whether he still harbored hatred or not, in fact Finally the answer has been given.
After getting a trace of the divine flow, the breath of human fireworks has faded away, and a pair of pure golden eyes are slightly indifferent.
"Is he in the tenth realm now?" Yao Tiao quietly asked the Lotus Crown Taoist beside him.
"The devil knows."
The latter stood up and looked around with worried eyes. Logically speaking, his master should have appeared at this moment.
The two men didn't show up as promised.
Could it be that there was an accident?
Gui Liu turned around and looked at Gui Qing, who had been quietly guarding him just now. He acted as humanly as possible and said in a soothing tone: "What state am I in now?"
However, Gui Qing gave a seemingly unserious answer, "The devil knows."
The phrase "God knows" and the phrase "Ghost knows" may seem like a joke, but they are actually worth savoring.
For example, who is "Heaven"? When Yao Tiao asked just now, Master Lotus Crown said this sentence with a serious face, and the "Heaven" in his mouth was. It is not difficult to guess that it is naturally the co-master of Shinto who lived thousands of years ago.
So who is the ghost in Guiqing's mouth?
Why did the Shinto collapse thousands of years ago?
Because the master who controlled the entire Fengdu and owned countless ghosts almost defeated Shinto by himself, and finally fought a battle with the co-master of Shinto, and both of them fell.
Therefore, the "ghost" in Guiqing's mouth is the more mysterious and terrifying Lord of Fengdu.
The fairy ship is still moving forward steadily, and the breeze is blowing. The brother and sister stood at the bow of the boat. For some reason, instead of being nervous as before the war, they were filled with a long-lost warmth.
Gui Liu hesitated and hesitated, then finally gritted his teeth and grabbed Gui Qing's cool little hand.
Such an intimate gesture has never happened since I was a child.
Guiqing didn't struggle and just let him hold her.
"How dare you?" Gui Qing pressed a little harder, her nails digging into his flesh.
"As a big brother, I haven't held hands with you since I was a child."
Even if she exerted force, it was really painful to have her long nails embedded in her flesh, but he held her tighter.
"When I was a kid, I saw other people's brothers running around with their little sisters. I was so envious. Unfortunately, when I grew up, I only had a thief heart but no courage. But this time is different. I have to consider whether this is my only chance. .”
"Fool, what are you talking about?"
Gui Qing gently pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her eyes gentle.
Gui Liu helped her tuck the stray black hair behind her ears and asked: "Gi Qing. I said if, if you could choose again, would you like to be my elder sister or my younger sister?"
"Of course it's my sister." Gui Qing said without hesitation.
Maybe the answer to this question was unexpected, and he was slightly surprised, "Why? I thought you would be my sister."
"My sister has done something wrong, and my brother must always forgive me."
She closed her eyes and thought carefully about how many times this man had forgiven her, broke the bracelet he gave her, deliberately abandoned the Jiannan Shaochun he had worked so hard to get, forced him to die, and forced him to live a life worse than death. ,Etc., etc.
If it could happen again, as he said, she would still want to be her sister.
He should be less cold, more caring, and make up for everything, instead of the "little ancestor" he said helplessly and angrily every time.
The world is afraid of what may happen, and no one can start over.
"It's final time."
She muttered silently in her mind, and simply buried her whole face deeply into the man's chest, and gently squeezed the man's shoulders with both hands, as if she was acting like a baby silently.
Guiliu was stunned, his mind went blank, and he could only feel the wetness and warmth on his chest.
The strange and majestic Qingfen Mountain could already be vaguely seen. In an instant, it was dark. Guiliu suddenly realized that he was no longer on the ferry, but seemed to have arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Not far in front of him, three figures stood.
Facing the mountain wind, my chest, which was soaked by tears, felt a little chilly. Guiliu turned around and looked at the fairy ship in the sky. Thinking of the secret conversation he had with Taoist Lotus Crown at the inn, he already roughly knew the identities of the three people in front of him.
Gui Liu came to them in an instant.
In the middle, a middle-aged man with slightly frosty temples, full of honest and gentle bookishness.
On the left, the old man with a peaceful face and low eyebrows like a Bodhisattva seems to have the wisdom of great Zen and enlightenment.
The one on the right seems to have nothing to show, just like a very ordinary, somewhat slovenly and casual old man.
The Holy One, Buddha, Taoist Patriarch.
The three saints, who are only recorded in the sage books, are worshiped and respected by the world, and their incense has been endless for thousands of years.
After the collapse of the Shinto and the destruction of Fengdu, it was these three who opened the world's great teachings, transformed and saved all living beings.
In the past, Guiliu had only paid homage to the portraits of these three saints at the Dajingguo Temple, but now that he had living real people standing in front of him, Guiliu couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and his breathing became more and more rapid. The body is getting hotter and hotter.
"Relax, no need to be nervous." The Confucian said with a smile.
"You know what the consequences of Shinto reconstruction will be, right?"
"You should know what we are going to do for you, right?"
The Holy Saint asked twice, and Guiliu nodded vigorously.
Daozu snorted coldly, "I don't understand, what ability do you have, how can you make two co-masters die for you one after another."
"Two?" Guiliu repeated the key words with a confused look on his face.
This time it was Daozu's turn to be stunned and asked: "Are you really ignorant or are you just pretending to be stupid?"
Guiliu shook his head silently.
The Holy Master said softly: "The Taoist ancestor was talking about your sister, the reincarnation of the Lord of Fengdu. Unlike Wang Sizhi, who only knew about it after she died, she knew it from birth."
Guiliu raised his head in confusion and asked: "Why don't you say anything? What do you mean two co-owners have given up their hearts for me one after another?"
At this moment, none of the three people spoke.
Daozu looked solemn: "Is it her?"
Buddha said softly: "Since the secret of heaven cannot be explained, let him choose by himself."
The Holy Master said solemnly: "Guiliu, I only want to warn you one thing. You must always remember that you are a human being, you are not a god, and you are not a ghost in Fengdu. Both Shinto and Fengdu fell thousands of years ago. Tens of thousands of years later, Today, Shinto and Fengdu are about to be rebuilt, and you represent not only people, but also all living things in the world. All our hopes and sustenance are placed on you."
The Holy Master suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, if you don't show up now, when will you wait?"
In an instant, there were hundreds of people behind the three saints of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
Mohist, Legalist, Yin-Yang, famous, peasant, miscellaneous, and other hundreds of schools of thought, representatives of martial arts circles, representatives of the Immortal Family on the Mountain, and even ascended immortals are included in this list.
These people include almost all human identities, so standing with the saints of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism represent the true meaning of "the human world."
"We all do our part, and we are all waiting for you to come back." The Holy Master's eyes were firm, and there was a hint of book-turning on both sleeves.
Daozu clasped his ears and said casually: "Everyone, I'll go first."
The Buddha recited a single word of Amitabha and followed closely.
The Holy Master transformed into a huge dharma form and stood between heaven and earth, defeating all the shocking methods of the Shinto co-master.
Hundreds of schools of thought took action in an instant, using all kinds of magical powers and methods. There were even immortals who did not hesitate to burn their souls and crash into the ascension platform.
Even though he had long been aware of it, it was at this moment that Gei Liu truly understood that this battle was not only related to the love between his own man and woman, but also related to the future destiny of the entire human race.
Is it to raise the human race to a higher level and make further progress, or is it to lead the human race to completely become a vassal of Shinto or Fengdu, destroying thousands of years of education?
Gui Liu held Zhu Xian in his hand and leaped high, and the barrier that was insurmountable for all sentient beings in Qingfen Mountain was cut through with a sword.
Behind him are the fallen lotuses of the Buddha, the Buddha's leisurely wanderings and the nature of Taoism, and the sage of Confucianism's heaven and earth laws and the two sleeves of awe-inspiring aura.
The flow of roses swept over and over again, forced by the fierce power of the divinity, and the energy in the body began to plummet.
Suddenly, Qingfen Mountain trembled.
A deep pool suddenly exploded somewhere on the mountain, and then a snow-white dragon stretched across the sky for thousands of miles, coiled around the entire Qingfen Mountain, and roared at the entire Da Feng Dynasty.
The real dragon of the last day, which was killed by the founders of the three religions ten thousand years ago, unexpectedly came back to life casually.
Its huge snow-white body directly blocked the climbing path.
Guiliu stared at Tianlong's huge lake-like pupils and asked for some reason: "You want to stop me?"
The implication is, I want to go find her, who do you think you are, how dare you stop me.
Suddenly, a small golden thread came from the top of the mountain, as if splitting the entire Qingfen Mountain into two, directly cutting Tianlong's huge head in half.
Tianlong's huge body fell heavily to the ground, crushing Qingfen Mountain several feet!
On the top of the mountain, covered with clouds and fog all year round, Wang Sizhi stood on the ascending platform, slowly lowered his arms, and said expressionlessly: "Come up."
This sentence, which only he could hear, contained no emotion. Even his voice had changed. He was no longer Wang Sizhi.
Following the sound from the sky, Gui Liu stepped on the Zhuxian Sword and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, as if following the tiny golden thread, it cut Qingfen Mountain in two again.
On the ascending platform with lush vegetation, a woman in a bright red robe slowly moved forward, her deep and ethereal bright red eyes looking into the distance. The white cat in her arms also had a pair of enchanting bright red pupils, which were a little weird and penetrating.
A man in green shirt slowly walked out from the shade of a tree, having already put away the Immortal Killing Sword. There was sweat on his forehead and he was out of breath.
God's eyes and human eyes collided together, and everyone should avoid it, but he did not avoid it.
What should we say when we meet again after a long separation? Gei Liu thought about it more than once.
Standing on this huge ancient ascension platform, not far in front of me is the co-master of Shinto who lived thousands of years ago. The invisible breeze between heaven and earth is stagnant, and no noise at the foot of the mountain can be heard. It seems that the sky is huge and the earth is huge. Only the two who were once a couple of gods faced off against each other.
Gui Liu forced out a smile, raised a slightly trembling arm, as if greeting an unfamiliar acquaintance, and whispered: "Long time no see."
