As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

Su Yan originally thought that Liu Zhenzhen was going to teach him the swordsmanship in person, but unexpectedly, Liu Zhenzhen took him to meet her sword master Yijian Master.

In a valley not far from their wooden house, there were dozens of weapons, divided into two groups, killing each other.

What shocked Su Yan was that these were all heaven-level weapons, and their grades were not low.

However, right now, in this valley, these once unparalleled magic weapons have all turned into strange creatures.

Su Yan saw that there were long blood-colored swords, representing the end of the world, and there were also long black swords, carrying the energy of death, cutting through the void.

Su Yan calmed down and asked, "Are these the weapons used by the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor?"

"Yeah." Liu Zhenzhen nodded.

"Is this the source of the sound of weapons clashing in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah." Liu Zhenzhen nodded again.

"You learned your sword skills from, um, this, Master Swordsman?" Su Yan looked at the black sword that was fighting with the blood-colored sword: "But, I see that blood-colored sword, Sword technique and sword intention seem to be superior to sword technique and sword intention!"

When these heaven-level weapons are fighting, it doesn't seem like they have developed a sense of autonomy. On the contrary, it is more like they are still held in the hands of the master in front of them.

Although the blood-colored long sword and the black long sword were of the same grade, they were obviously at a disadvantage due to the difference in sword skills and intent.

Su Yan guessed that this might be because the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor was better at using a sword in front of him.

"That's true." Liu Zhenzhen nodded and said: "But the sword technique has too many mysteries and is not suitable for a person with mediocre qualifications like me. In comparison, the sword technique of opening, closing, and going straight is much simpler. , I just have to keep my head down and chop."

Su Yan: "..."

If a person from the Emperor-Selecting Realm says that he has mediocre qualifications, how can he, a Martial Lord, answer the question?

I remembered that day when she stood in front of the imperial mausoleum and swung her sword towards the army.

Su Yan felt that Liu Zhenzhen's sword power had surpassed that of the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor during his lifetime.

After that, Su Yan often came to the valley.

The one who came to see it was also the sword master.

On the contrary, he said that it was more outstanding and that he was better at swordsmanship, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

For one thing, the swordsmanship of Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor was at odds with the swordsmanship he inherited from Bai Su.

Secondly, it is really more suitable to use a knife to chop down trees!

After studying with Mr. Dao like this for three years, Su Yan built his own wooden house and finally no longer had to sleep on the same bed as Liu Zhenzhen.

And Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

For three years, if it had been the other two people, what should have happened would have happened long ago.

And the weirdness in this imperial mausoleum is not only the weapons in the valley.

Another morning, Su Yan had just walked out of the newly built wooden house when he felt his body sinking. He looked down and saw that at some point, he had been put on a bloody imperial robe.

Not only that, the sleeves and hem of the robe are also like living creatures, moving automatically without wind.

Su Yan wanted to take it off, but he tried for half a stick of incense without success.

"Wow! Young Master Yi actually likes you!"

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen came out of another wooden house, a look of surprise appeared on Sujing's pretty face.

Su Yan: "Is this something worth being happy about?"

Liu Zhenzhen explained: "Young Master Yi is the imperial robe worn by Emperor Wu during his lifetime. It once told me that it will only be worn by people with the qualifications of Emperor Wu. It will choose you. That is proof that you and Fallen Heaven Just like the Martial Emperor, you have the qualifications of the Martial Emperor! It doesn’t look down on people like me."

Su Yan: "What kind of vision is this?"

Liu Zhenzhen, who is in the Emperor Selection Realm, does not have the qualifications to be a Martial Emperor. He, a Martial Master, has never been able to enter the King Realm in his whole life. How can he have the qualifications to be a Martial Emperor?

Three years later and another three years.

Su Yan's premonition seemed to have come true.

This woman, Liu Zhenzhen, could really take the trouble to spend a hundred years with him.

But there was nothing he could do.

In terms of force, it was impossible for him to escape from an emperor-electing realm.

When it comes to talking, Liu Zhenzhen's words are all in vain.

If this was a game, only Liu Zhenzhen could stop it.

The two warriors lived like this, just like ordinary people, working from sunrise to sunset, busy with three meals a day, day after day, isolated from the world.

Only when the polar night falls and the mountains are covered with heavy snow, I will warm a pot of wine on the stove in the wooden house, listen to the sound of falling snow, and play a few games of chess.

Or, when the polar night recedes, climb to the top of the highest mountain and watch the sunrise, which is missing in March.

This is how there are not many colors left in the days when things are as plain as paper pages.

The two of them lived like this for three hundred years.

Fortunately for Shen Xiaoxue and Gu Nanyi, among the memory fragments, those monotonous and repetitive times that did not leave too deep traces in Su Yan's heart just passed by in a blur.

Often in the blink of an eye, decades and decades pass.

But for Su Yan, this is truly a long year, every month, every day, every hour.

They couldn't imagine what it was like to guard this gloomy and lonely imperial mausoleum for three hundred years, guarding that woman who was duller than water.

And Su Yan, at first, was irritable, depressed, and collapsed. She also tried every means to get Liu Zhenzhen to let her go.

Outside of Fang Emperor's mausoleum, he still has a love and hate that he can't let go of.

And that love and hate are still the pillars that support Xueer's survival after his death.

He originally thought that Liu Zhenzhen would lose her temper and kill him in at least five years. But the fact is that he was the first to be impatient.

When he found out that Liu Zhenzhen would not let him go no matter what, he tried every means to use the most vicious and harsh words to get her to kill him.

Under the hands of an emperor-selecting realm, life and death are not under his control.

But the result, of course, ended in failure.

However, these are things that happened in the past ten to thirty years.

Perhaps, as Liu Zhenzhen said: time will eventually bring everything. Time will eventually take away everything.

The love and hate that once surged like raging waves and tormented him, also turned into a continuous stream in this long time, in the "bang bang" sound of chopping firewood every day, and in the slowly falling chess pieces in Liu Zhenzhen's hands. .

If we say that when Su Yan first arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum, he set off a frenzy, trying to swallow up everything and destroy himself at the same time.

Liu Zhenzhen is like a boundless land, an unreachable horizon.

Heaven is superior and earth is inferior.

All the powerful men in the world have to take the road to heaven, but she is on the earth.

Humble and heavy, ordinary and vast, it can be trampled on at will, but it cannot be shaken.

It is incompatible with everything in the Fallen Heaven Realm.

Perhaps, the Fallen Heaven Martial Emperor who once shouted that he would never return the destiny if he did not break it, and the Heavenly Dao of the Fallen Heaven Realm who was reincarnated after his death, the chosen son of destiny, were really not her.

But Liu Xiang, whose bloodline is closest to his ancestors, Liu Hua, who has three eyes and six ears, can see and hear the scriptures of the past and future emperors.

If they rise, Liu Zhenzhen may continue to dig her bamboo shoots in the imperial mausoleum until an unknown number of years.