The importance of cannon fodder

Chapter 43 My family has an emperor who grows up at the beginning (23)
She took out the book and opened the first page, on which were written four small calligraphy characters in a delicate font: Xingchen Aoyun.

The book was simpler and easier to understand than the one her husband had memorized for her before. It was not so profound in ancient Chinese, just like an essay.

"The stars are vast and boundless. Use their vast power to help me..."

Borrowing the vast power of the galaxy to help her?This man has a big tone.

"The stars are vague, but in fact people are vague. What is the middle, the sun? The moon? The stars? None of them. Take me as the middle, and use the profound rhyme to penetrate the mystery of the world."

This author is so awesome that Su Jiao seems to understand it, but the book is very thin, Su Jiao reads the book in a short time by the light, and finally, the book writes: "This is my book I got the feeling from the chapter on the stars in the sun, moon and star wheels."

Su Jiao was surprised. It turned out to be not a martial arts secret book but a piece of insightful writing.

Okay, but is the power of the stars really as powerful as the book says?
Su Jiao opened the window and looked up, the moon was like a hook, and the stars were twinkling.

Su Jiao looked at the starry sky for a long time, but she didn't realize anything. The power of the stars is indeed something we mortals can't understand.

Just when Su Jiao wanted to go back to sleep, suddenly, a few stars from the sky fell down, and their tails streaked far away, that's it?Meteor shower?
With such good luck, Su Jiao quickly ran to a place in the yard where she could see a wider area. She remembered seeing a meteor shower once when she was a child. The light beams streaked across the dark night sky, which was extremely beautiful.

After Su Jiao ran out, she found that the meteor shower was gone, but she saw an even more strange phenomenon. In the sky, where the stars were the brightest, there seemed to be a woman with fluttering long skirts and fluttering clothes in the air. With her back facing Su Jiao, a round of silvery moon-shaped arcs slowly revolved around her.

She seemed to turn her head back, Su Jiao waited for a long time, but she didn't see her back for a long time, the strange thing was that Su Jiao was clearly far away from her, yet she could see her clearly.

"Who are you?" Su Jiao shouted curiously. The back of the woman in the nebula looked fairy-like. She must have met the fairy in the cloud.

"Did you know that you came here not long ago?" A soft female voice came out.

That voice was very familiar to Su Jiao, she must have seen this woman before.

When Su Jiao wondered how she passed, there were countless star-like light spots around her supporting her, and gradually, Su Jiao floated into the air.

Just as Su Jiao was about to take another step, her ankle seemed to be caught by something.

"I can't make it through, who are you? Why don't you turn your head around?" Su Jiao got very close, and saw the woman's figure floating in the air, her clothes fluttering, and her hair coiled up high. It's exactly the same as the picture above.

The "yin" woman wanted to speak, but she seemed to be choked by someone, and blood-red strange lines appeared on her fair neck and arms.
"Yin" she continued to say it forcefully, the strange lines on her neck and arms glowed red.

"What?" Su Jiao asked puzzled.

"Conspiracy." The woman exhausted her strength. After saying this sentence, her whole body was like broken ceramics, starting from the blood-red and strange lines on her ankles, which slowly cracked, and cracked into countless tiny pieces in an instant.

At the same time, the countless stars around Su Jiao also disappeared, a feeling of loss of gravity, Su Jiao's eyes darkened and she passed out.

　Originally, I wanted to write the heroine in a more ordinary way. She is just an ordinary person, how can she be very powerful directly, all kinds of gold fingers, but now I find that writing it in this way feels a little bland, and there is no passion

　　
　
(End of this chapter)