Chapter 158 A Zhao's Historical Identity

This did not involve existences beyond heavenly secrets, nor did it involve beings too high in status, above the shattered Hetu Luoshu, causing the current Hetu Luoshu to be completely unable to deduce anything. Thus, the patterns on the stone tablet quickly completed their evolution.

The images on the stone tablet showed the girl A Zhao walking out of the flower shop with flowers in her arms, smiling at the sun.

She raised her head, the sunlight in her eyes turning dim and flickering, transforming into the candlelight on the bronze lamp pillar. Her black hair was styled up, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, along with the complex patterns on her sleeves. In a flash, the bouquet in her hand transformed into a jade token. She turned and flicked her sleeves.

The soft sleeves pierced through the air like swords, making a sharp sound.

Her eyes were cold as she looked down upon the officials below.

The aura of a human emperor emerged.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face slowly disappeared as he looked at the stone tablet, as if he were looking at the woman in the stone tablet, who was dignified, fierce, and ruthless, bearing no resemblance to his old friend. The white hair at his temples fluttered slightly, just like the wandering swordsman of Chang'an back then.

"...Wu, Zhao..."

Wei Yuan whispered slowly.

It was hard to say how much was the meeting of old friends, and how much was the hostility of drawing a sword.

Zhu Jiuyin picked up his teacup: "Is it her?"

"The Martial Temple Project, it can be said that she is also a member of it. The human emperor chose to leave the edict of the project to later generations, to be noticed by them... Does she know the location of the Nüwa soil?" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Wei Yuan and said, "Do you need this seat to ask?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan replied, staring intently at the Hetu Luoshu stone tablet until the patterns on it gradually disappeared. He said, "I will ask her about this matter... Hetu Luoshu, her memory, has it been restored now?"

The Hetu Luoshu itself was an incomplete version, and could only deduce a limited amount of information at a time.

The patterns on it flowed for the last time, answering, "Not yet..."

"For some reason, her memory has always been in a dormant state, and the root of its recovery is mixed with an extremely complex heavenly secret."

Wei Yuan sat there, and after a long time, said, "It seems that her recovery is not simple."

"Perhaps it is related to certain existences, and perhaps that is why it is connected to the Nüwa soil."

Xuanyuan and Xing Tian sensed that the atmosphere was not right.

Zhu Jiuyin sipped his tea, and said calmly, "What are you going to do? Kill her and seize the treasure?"

"Killing her is out of the question. After I killed the Twelve Yuanchen and returned, it was she who consumed the luck of the Wu Zhou Dynasty to briefly avoid the enemies who sought revenge for the Yuanchen, and allowed me to be resurrected after feigning death. Although that life was old and lacking in virtue, lonely and desolate, it could barely be considered a good end."

Wei Yuan stood up and said, "I tried to save her, but she refused."

"She once tried to restrain me, and I refused as well."

"As Yu Ji said, the ultimate love and hatred are just embellishments of the past years, and cannot be regarded as deeply rooted hatred for now. But even so, I still understand one thing."

Zhu Jiuyin saw those eyes, still like the wandering swordsman leaving Chang'an on a snowy night:

"She never needed my forgiveness."

"And I will never forgive her."

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It wasn't until Wei Yuan left the Lucid Dream that Xuanyuan felt a little timid, that obedient timidity.

"This atmosphere... hiss, Feng Hou rarely got angry back then, it was this atmosphere."

"Terrible, terrible."

Xuanyuan patted his chest. He hadn't said half a word just now, and was just playing poker there silently.

The so-called Human Emperor and hero are just ancient mascots. After everyone gets angry, Xuanyuan is the easiest to be taken as a punching bag. He probably doesn't know how to read the atmosphere and makes random jokes, so he will be beaten up severely. This has nothing to do with strength, because friendship and affection are not based on strength.

Friendship that distinguishes status based on strength is like distinguishing closeness based on wealth.

It cannot be considered true friendship.

Only Bai Ze doesn't have to worry about this. Therefore, for Ji Xuanyuan,

as long as Bai Ze is around, his status will at worst be second to last.

So, Bai Ze is very important!

"A Yuan, does he have a grudge?"

"Yes... it would be good if it were just a grudge."

Zhu Jiuyin drank his tea and said calmly, "They met when they were young and supported each other. This person once saved Wei Yuan once, and was one of the promoters of the Martial Temple Project, because the Martial Temple began to be promoted by emperors a few generations after her. She can be considered a rare talent who surpassed the heroes of the time, using both kindness and power, with a moment of elegance."

"If she had broken through to the position of emperor from the body of a woman in ancient China, the evaluation could be raised a lot."

"Isn't that good...?"

"But it was also she who personally killed Yuan's niece, causing his brother Tang Xuanzang to be unable to return to his hometown after death, but was forcibly kept in Chang'an, just to see Chen Yuan once. At that time, she concealed the heavenly secrets, and before saving Wei Yuan, she once called him by his childhood name."

"Then, taking advantage of Wei Yuan's final soft-hearted turn, she stabbed a sword into his heart."

"Therefore, saving him was true, and the sense of betrayal at that moment was also true."

Xuanyuan gasped, with a pained look on his face.

"This..."

"It's a bit bitter."

He finally just said such a sentence.

Zhu Jiuyin remained noncommittal.

Things in the world, whether pure kindness or pure hatred, are very simple. Repay kindness with kindness, and repay hatred with hatred. But things in the world are often not so simple. There is both kindness and hatred, intertwined.

Perhaps the person who saved you also has a bloody feud with you.

Or perhaps your benefactor eventually betrays you.

With all kinds of interweaving, it can be called the impermanence of the world.

Only in this way can it live up to the name of the flavors of the world.

Zhu Jiuyin drank tea and muttered to himself, "We can only see how he chooses."

Ji Xuanyuan sighed a few times and said, "By the way, how do you know so much about what happened between them, Zhu Jiuyin? It's as if you were also in the human world at that time, and you knew A Yuan too. Hahahaha, my intuition has never been wrong, tell me, how did you and A Yuan meet?"

"Was it particularly interesting and exciting?"

Ji Xuanyuan was trying hard to change the heavy atmosphere.

Zhu Jiuyin: "............"

The free and unrestrained swordsman who descended from the sky back then vividly appeared before his eyes.

For some reason, his left eye started to hurt again.

At that time, he should have slapped that swordsman against the wall like he just did, so that he couldn't be pulled down.

The feeling was really good.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted coldly, and then crushed another teacup.

Ji Xuanyuan: "............"

The corner of his mouth twitched. Did I mess up again?

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Wei Yuan opened his eyes after a long time, looking at the inner room of the museum. He was actually absent-minded, which was rare. When he was in school, he often stared at the wall in a daze, and a whole class would pass by. However, as he gradually cultivated, this situation became less and less frequent.

Wu Zhao…

Wei Yuan closed his eyes. The childhood sweetheart when he was young, and the scenes of meeting later, the ruthlessness and dominance all appeared before his eyes. It was impossible to say that he was relieved; it was difficult to say whether there was anything else mixed in with the strong killing intent and hatred.

Only the inability to forgive was clear.

Only the recognition that the other party did not need his forgiveness was extremely clear.

He stood up, washed up, ate breakfast, pushed open the door and walked out of the museum. When he walked out, a clanging sound suddenly came from the old fox bookstore next door, and then a water glass fell directly. Su Yu'er, Su Yan'er, and Hu Mei, the three fox girls from Qingqiu Kingdom, stared blankly at him from the window on the second floor.

He stood tall and straight, his white hair combed by A Liang, because Curator Wei was not good at keeping long hair. At that time, he almost picked up a kitchen knife and shaved off his white hair. The effect of the Taiyin Moonlight Dew was simply extremely strong. Obviously, Wei Yuan still had the same facial features, but the subtle changes in the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, pupils, teeth, hair volume and quality, instantly raised his entire temperament again.

He stood tall and straight, with a wooden hairpin in his long hair, his right hand behind his back.

For the three little foxes Su Yan'er and Su Yu'er,

it was like they were just blowing the wind on the windowsill, and suddenly saw a white fox spirit of thousands of years walking out next door. The huge shock directly stunned the three of them. Wei Yuan touched the hair at his temples and looked at the three dumbfounded fox spirits.

Fortunately, it wasn't a clothes rack that fell down.

Cursing the Ximen Qing plot in his mind, Curator Wei raised his phone with a straight face and smiled.

Click, click, click.

Along with the sound of the flash, he once again proved the purity of his Tu Shan bloodline.

The three fox fairies, who showed flaws that the Tu Shan clan shouldn't have, hurriedly ran back and slammed the door shut. Curator Wei thought of the 'evil deeds' of these guys sending messages to Nü Jiao when he and Jue went out on a date some time ago, and delightfully sent the picture of the three little ones in a flustered state to Nü Jiao.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this the fox spirit of the Tu Shan clan? I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so weak?"

"No way, no way."

"Is this what the Tu Shan clan's foxes look like now?"

"No way, no way, could it be that these are already the most outstanding fox demons of the Tu Shan clan?"

Click send, job done.

Today, Nü Jiao's, the Qingqiu Country Lord of the Tu Shan clan, unworthy and confidently launched the Tu Shan clan's traditional good morning challenge duel to his elder sister again, and would soon be crushed again, but this did not prevent his joy and ease at the moment.

Until he raised his head, his white hair like frost, and saw A Zhao coming out of the flower shop in front of him.

"Ah, Curator Wei."

The girl A Zhao greeted him politely and politely. At first, she didn't even dare to recognize him. When she spoke with a smile, she saw those deep black pupils, her white hair fluttering slightly. For some reason, her thoughts paused slightly, and a picture like ice breaking appeared before her eyes.

White hair, sword immortal...

Deep and distant, in the palace where it was cold at high altitudes.

The empress, who was no longer young and was on the verge of aging, played with the jade ruyi in her hand, squinting her eyes. The whole world seemed to be in her hands. The beautiful and refined female official beside her smiled and told her some interesting things to relieve her boredom.

But ah, as she grew older, as Zhuge Wu Hou said, time passed by, and her intentions went away with the days.

Everything in the past was like withering, and when recalled, it was just a big dream.

She squinted her eyes and slept in the warm sunlight, just like when she was young, watching fish under a flower tree, bored and listless. Until the girl next to her saw her boredom and said, "Speaking of which, Wan'er heard that something interesting happened in Chang'an City. A white-haired sword immortal came with his sword, and in one breath, he pierced through the entire Chang'an guard army and went to the Dayan Pagoda Buddhist Temple."

"Master Xuanzang's Buddha relic actually resonated with him."

"That was a peerless figure many years ago, but the appearance of that white-haired sword immortal is clearly still very young, and it is seven or eight percent similar to the painting that your Majesty is playing with... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

The empress was stunned, and the object in her hand fell.

The jade ruyi and the flower pot seemed to fall on the ground at the same time, shattering into powder.

White-haired sword immortal...

The girl A Zhao raised her head, her face stiff.

Memories surged.

ps: Today's first update…………