A towering cliff, the sea of clouds submerged the unfathomable depths below.
A strong eagle flew towards the cliff without knowing why. As a result, a strong wind blew at the bottom of the cliff, and the eagle's proud wings became a joke in the face of the strong wind.
The eagle with broken wings screamed and fell into the bottomless abyss.
After witnessing all this, Jiang Fengqing let go of the restless horse, and the galloping all the way made the horse become dirty.
"Strengthening the mountain, the world is overwhelming. The times are not good, but the glory will not fade away. What can be done if the glory is not gone! What can you do if you are worried!" Zhou Ruoxiao walked up and walked behind Jiang Fengqing, "First Prince, you are finally here too We’ve reached the end of our rope!”
Jiang Fengqing patted the horse that had led her all the way, and the horse neighed and ran away.
"I chose the road myself. I have no choice." Jiang Fengqing sighed.
"What the eldest prince said is extremely free and easy, which is admirable." Zhou Ruoxiao said with a smile, "Then why do you have to come here so that I can find it easily?"
"In the words of my brother Jiang Ruoting, I want to choose a place with better scenery to be my tomb. Isn't it possible that Emperor Zhou wouldn't even agree to the wishes of a dying man?" Jiang Fengqing said softly.
Zhou Ruoxiao was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.
"Emperor Zhou! Hahahahahaha, Emperor Zhou! Did you hear that? Lord Jiang! Your good son is actually calling me Emperor Zhou! The land of Kyushu you stole will belong to me today!"
Jiang Fengqing didn't pay attention to the intriguing things revealed in Zhou Ruoxiao's crazy words. He just continued walking towards the edge of the cliff.
Step by step, it is like a devotee of a god walking devoutly on a pilgrimage.
"Haha, based on what you just said, I can use this as a reason not to take your life." Zhou Ruoxiao smiled happily.
Jiang Fengqing shook her head gently, leaving Zhou Ruoxiao with her back.
"You can take my life anytime you want. As long as you can bury me here after my death. I have been gone for a long, long time and I don't want to leave anymore."
Jiang Fengqing was still walking on the cliff step by step. The closer she got to the edge of the cliff, the stronger the wind became.
The strong wind lifted his clothes and blew his black hair away.
Zhou Ruoxiao didn't move, just watched quietly as Jiang Fengqing's body trembled under the strong wind.
He can also understand Jiang Fengqing. After all, Jiang Fengqing is just a teenager. After experiencing being demoted from Chang'an and being hunted all the way, he worked hard to recruit strong reinforcements, but in the end he failed.
Even if it were him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to accept this ending.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ruoxiao's secretly running internal energy couldn't help but unload.
In fact, he is not a person who easily trusts others. His keen sense of smell from many years of fighting on the battlefield made him feel that maybe this place would not become Jiang Fengqing's burial place.
But this may be because he is a little too sensitive after the battle last night.
Zhou Ruoxiao said to himself in his heart.
Since Jiang Fengqing rejected her idea of letting him go, she would at least have to watch him die.
Jiang Fengqing didn't keep Zhou Ruoxiao waiting for a long time, nor did she hesitate or use too much ceremony.
He stepped forward and stepped into the air, falling straight into the bottomless abyss.
The strong wind instantly tore his body apart, and pieces of his clothes fell off, revealing his pure white body.
In the endless sound of wind, Jiang Fengqing seemed to hear something.
It seemed that someone was calling his name.
Jiang Fengqing managed to open her eyes and looked down.
At that moment, he only saw a vast white sea of fog.
The next moment, his eyes were cut by a sharp blade, and countless blood flowers bloomed in front of his eyes.
The whiteness turned to blood red.
He could feel the weightlessness that made him extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't know if the moisture he felt on his body was the blood flowing from the wounds on his body, or the water droplets from the thick fog.
A feeling of fatigue coming from deep within his body made him relax his tense body and begin to enter a wonderful state.
He didn't want to think about anything, but memories couldn't stop flashing through his mind.
He was like a bystander, witnessing a child step by step into a teenager, a young man, and finally a loser with nothing.
Yes, he is a loser, a complete loser.
On this gambling table of life, he lost everything.
It's time for him to end his farce-like life.
At this time, on the top of the cliff, Zhou Ruoxiao was standing dangling in the sky, looking down at Jiang Fengqing, who was falling continuously below.
This cliff was unfathomable, and even he didn't want to go directly to inspect Jiang Fengqing's body.
Because it took too much time to go back and forth, he had to go back and take people into Chang'an.
"If you fall from such a high place, even a sixth-grade warrior will not die well..." Zhou Ruoxiao muttered to himself for a moment, then disappeared.
A gust of wind blew over the cliff, lifting a piece of Jiang Fengqing's clothes.
Come naked, go naked, like a breeze.
This breeze blew through the green mountains and forests, through the bare mountain peaks, through a quiet pool of clear springs, through the busy roads, through the majestic city walls, through the lively and bustling streets, and finally blew the girl into her arms. A strand of black hair on the shoulder.
The girl was leaning against the window, quietly looking at the blooming flowers in the courtyard.
"Why hasn't Brother Zhou come back yet?" Jiang Zhiyuan pouted and muttered, "He also lied to me and said that as long as I finish reading the book, he will come back. Huh! Big liar! I must wait for two days for him to come back. Ignore him and kill him!"
Jiang Zhiyuan, who was full of complaints, closed the window, lay on the bed, and punched the pillow to vent his dissatisfaction.
When she was tired of hammering, she hugged the pillow and rolled her eyes in circles.
"Two days is a bit long. If he hasn't seen me for so long, he will definitely miss me. Or maybe it's just one day! Yes, just one day!"
"I heard that it is very dangerous to seize the throne. Although he is very powerful, he only has so many people, so I don't know if he can do it!"
"Hmph! Who told him to insist on marrying me when he grabs the throne? If he didn't grab it and came back dejected, I would never agree to marry him. The one who marries me must be the supreme human emperor! "
"However, if he really becomes the Human Emperor, will he dislike me? The book says that men will change their hearts. If one day I get old and become unsightly, he will not divorce me. Me?"
"No, I will test him well when he comes back!"
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Therefore, Jiang Zhiyuan finally made up his mind to visit Zhou Ruoxiao as soon as he came back.
As for what she said before, her decision to ignore Zhou Ruoxiao for two days had long been forgotten by her.
The imperial mausoleum was exceptionally quiet in the early morning. Even when the dewdrops hit the leaves, they deliberately lowered their voices for fear of disturbing the tranquility.
However, as dull footsteps came from the forest, the dewdrops finally fell into the small puddles on the ground, creating large ripples and splashes.
As the footsteps approached, a sound of heavy breathing gradually came over.
When the first ray of sunlight fell, a vigorous figure suddenly rushed out of the forest.
It was Yan Fang.
At this time, Yan Fang was doing his daily morning exercises.
He was covered in heavy armor, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms. Although it was not suitable for his eighteen years old, it matched his burly figure.
Just looking at his body, almost no one would doubt that he was in his twenties or thirties, but he was actually only eighteen years old.
After running around the forest twice, Yan Fang sat on the ground and rested for a while.
Then he walked to the military camp not far away, and his morning exercises were not the only ones.
When he walked to the military camp, Yan Fang took off his heavy armor. Even though Yan Fang's clothes were soaked with sweat, he still felt that the sunshine at this time was particularly warm.
Picking up the two heavy stone locks on the ground, Yan Fang started a new round of exercise.
The two stone locks were held by Yan Fang and waved continuously in his hand, like carrying two balls of cotton.
But in fact, these two stone locks weighed hundreds of kilograms.
The passing officers and soldiers of the Yan Guards all cast admiring glances at Yan Fang.
"The young general is here for morning exercises again."
"Yes, the young general is not only talented, but also hard-working and perseverant."
"If this continues, I'm afraid the young general will become the best among the young warriors in Kyushu."
"I just heard some time ago that the young general's cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level."
"To have such a level of cultivation at this age is truly a blessing!"
The officers and soldiers watching on the side made Yan Fang feel elated, and he couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth. Even the stone locks on his hands danced a little faster.
After dancing for a while, Yan Fang put down the stone lock and looked at the bronze tripod placed in the corner of the tent.
The bronze tripod is completely dark green and looks very old. The patterns on the surface of the tripod have almost been worn away.
The cauldron was filled with last night's rainwater and was extremely dirty.
Yan Fang walked to the cauldron, stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the cauldron, and slapped it twice.
The bronze cauldron was motionless, only the water inside the cauldron was rippled layer by layer.
"Why did the young general touch the cauldron? Could it be that he wanted to move the cauldron?"
"I don't know which official from the Ministry of Rites dropped this cauldron here during the ceremony. Because it was too heavy, it has been kept here."
"How is that possible! That tripod weighs a thousand kilograms!"
"It is said that even General Chu was exhausted from moving this cauldron last time. It is estimated that only he and the general in the entire Yan Guards can move this cauldron."
All the soldiers looked at Yan Fang with curiosity.
Yan Fang put one hand on the edge of the cauldron, walked around the giant cauldron twice, and finally stood silently while holding his breath and concentrating.
All the soldiers were also shocked by his aura, and they all became quiet, wanting to see if he wanted to lift the cauldron and whether he could lift the cauldron.
More and more people were watching, and even Chu Tianhe was attracted, crowding in the crowd and watching expectantly.
Finally, Yan Fang moved.
