Have you ever tried to push open a door?

That kind of heavy, iron-clad copper door.

The process of pushing the door feels like pushing away a heavy amount of time.

You use your strength to measure history.

And the skylight outside the house follows you into the dusty unknown——

The hands of Lord Changsheng have pushed open the door more than once today. They have also ended more than one period of life.

He is really a very cold person.

At the last moment of Fu Zhaofan's life, he did not tell Fu Zhaofan his specific methods.

But maybe this is the reason for his "immortality".

Perhaps this is why Fu Zhaofan was able to die peacefully.

When the door of the side hall was opened, Miyue from Sanfenxianglou was sitting in the corner with her knees in her arms. Her body showed a weak and fearful posture. But her whole person did not feel weak.

Maybe her eyes are too focused!

Her chin was resting on her knees and her eyes were staring at the ground, where a book was spread out.

She is reading a book.

The figure representing the Lord Changsheng still only stays in the middle of the palace gate. He probably likes this just-in-time position and the posture of "self-bound".

"The fragrance of Sanfen Xianglou is the first. This is the first time I see you." Changsheng Jun said in a daze.

"This is also the first time I see you." Meiyue said, but she did not raise her head.

Meeting Mr. Changsheng for the first time is not more important than reading a book.

"What are you?" Lord Changsheng asked.

"Long Boji is dead. The junior brother who went out to deliver the body will not come back alive. People are dying everywhere in the entire Nandou Secret Realm, and people are dying every day." Meiyue sighed: "The little girl is scared!"

There was a smile in Changshengjun's voice: "You don't look scared."

"It is precisely because of fear that I close the door of this guest hall tightly, hoping that people will forget me. It is precisely because I am too scared that I need to read some idle books to escape reality and anesthetize myself." Miyue said, putting the floor on the ground

I closed the book, raised my head, and really saw the legendary Immortal Lord for the first time.

Of course, these beautiful eyes found nothing in that mass of light and shadow.

Instead, the skylight dimmed her eyes, making them dangerously charming.

The cover of the book on the floor says...

"The Biography of Thousand Beauties from All Countries?" Mr. Changsheng probably doesn't read Xianshu and has never heard of this name: "Which novelist wrote it?"

"I don't know the author's name. Maybe he got separated through the passing of time, or maybe he didn't dare to leave his name at all." Meiyue's voice was slightly surprised: "Does the name mean anything to you?"

"Of course, the name is very important." Changsheng Junji said calmly: "I will not read books by unknown authors. If the author's name is not well obtained, I will not read it either."

"Oh. I'm not picky about this. Whether the book is good or not, the words can speak for themselves and it doesn't matter who the author is." Meiyue said casually: "A friend seems to like this book very much, so I bought it to study it."

"Is there anyone hiding in the book?" Lord Changsheng smiled half-heartedly.

"Hide my sweetheart!"

Meiyue seemed very serious, but immediately laughed again: "If someone is really hiding in this book, you should run away now."

"Your knowledge far exceeds your cultivation, and you know a lot." Changsheng Jun said leisurely: "But maybe you know too much."

Meiyue smiled and said: "Not too much, not too much, I still need to learn."

She picked up the book on the ground and shook it: "I'm studying."

"There is no end to learning." Changsheng Jun's tone at this moment was casual, but it was thundering on the ground: "Three-cent fragrance, in exchange for being confused and fascinated. The singing and dancing of the orioles, are full of people's monsters. The three-cent fragrance building is such a ghost place. You

Looking at your bright makeup and flaming red lips, who knows how much blood you have stained? This time you have brought trouble to the hearts of the South, how much merit have you gained from your deception?"

Meiyue rolled up the book in his hand and sighed: "I'm not surprised that you understand my magical power. I'm surprised that you would say this. To bring trouble to the hearts of the people in the south? This great sect in the world, built up for thousands of years, was overturned in one day.

Is this a crime that a weak woman like me, who is lucky to have God come to me, can bear?"

"A big shot like you should trace the origins of something rather than pick its branches and leaves."

She shook her head: "Can I influence you, or can I influence Master Siming, or any of the six true masters of Nandou? How humble as me, I can mess up Nandou's heart?"

"Long Boji is pitiful." Lord Changsheng sighed: "He is indeed no match for you."

"It's not that he is not my opponent. It's that his opponent is not me." Miyue corrected him seriously: "You took away all their names. And aware of all this, in order to save yourself, you deliberately wrote many letters to

His best friend is indeed remembered and missed, and Long Boji, whose name was left behind, is really the most annoying one. Isn't his death what you wanted?"

"He is indeed pitiful." There was a real sigh in Meiyue's tone: "Because his struggle is useless, and no one knows."

"Take away your name, hahaha... Who told you this?" Lord Changsheng's voice rose slightly: "Rakshasa Mingyuejing? I'm afraid she doesn't have such ability."

Meiyue said: "I'm afraid you don't understand her ability."

"That's true. I admit it humbly. Although I have been in the Southern Region, I don't know enough about Rakshasa Mingyuejing..." Lord Changsheng's voice suddenly changed and became indifferent: "The time has come."

Sleeping at the third watch and getting up at the fifth watch are always scheduled.

He seemed to be announcing the end of his life: "Your name is 'Mei Yue', right?"

Meiyue half-crouched on the ground, raised her head and glanced at the high window. The skylight outside the window was really dazzling.

She put the book away, stood up, and bowed gently: "Sanfenxianglou, the number one fragrant person in the heart is 'Mei Yue', I have met the Lord Changsheng."

In the dim light and shadow at the door, Changsheng Jun stretched out a cold hand: "Your name can't be erased, interesting!"

The palace door slammed shut!

…

…

It is not an interesting thing to accompany Mr. Shangguo to see the scenery.

On this point, the senior leaders of the Yue State are very aware of it. There should be many sympathetic people beside the bed of the world's hegemon!

But Gao Zheng, who had just seen off Qu Zhongwu, looked as if he were meeting an old friend.

Walking on the embankment of the Qiantang River, watching the reflection of the bright moon and the rising tide, so many memories from the past come flooding back.

From here, you can indeed see the shadow of the Chu Kingdom's Jiaowu Mountain in the distance - it is really a too high mountain, not that the Chu Kingdom and the Yue Kingdom are really close at hand.

It is certainly a boast to say that the mountain shadows reflect the Qiantang River. But for many years, the Yue State has indeed been shrouded in the Chu State's mountain shadows.

Some time ago, Tianjing City gathered the world's attention and attracted the attention of the world. A silent war also took place in Jiaowu Mountain.

He was not able to take a closer look, but only had a brief glimpse, and knew that the Ping Ping Country was involved - this must be a very important matter. Unfortunately, the Chu State kept it secret, and there was no news from the Ping Ping Country.

Gao Zheng is not uneasy about this unknown.

Facing the Chu State, his understanding was never enough, and his preparation was never enough.

But he is always facing it.

Just as the Jiaowu Mountain is tall, the Qiantang River is vast.

Long rivers!

"You seem very happy?" Suddenly a voice asked.

This is a cold and solemn female voice, but in the harshness, it embodies a kind of unprovoked and distant reverie.

The sound comes with the tide, crashing and breaking in the sound of the tide.

Gao Zheng's figure instantly became dazed.

But there is a hand like mutton-fat white jade, and with a shake, Gao Zheng will turn the imaginary into the real, and the false into the real. He can't leave!

This clear and beautiful hand comes from a woman who is mixed in colorful colors - not that the colors on her body are so colorful, but that in the eyes of a real person like Gao Zheng, she only has flowing colors.

Without seeing its face or observing its appearance, you can feel its "brightness" and "charming".

Just seeing this hand clearly in the field of vision is beautiful enough!

Of course, Gao Zheng, who cannot escape, cannot get good feelings at all.

"Lord Rakshasa!" He bowed and held his hands on the causeway, very humbly: "I didn't know that your Majesty was coming, and I didn't welcome you. It's really rude! I apologize to you!"

The mysterious and unpredictable owner of the Sansanxiang Building, the top of the world, Rakshasa Mingyuejing!

When the Chu State was encircling Nandou Hall and killing the monks from Sanfenxiang Tower, she unexpectedly appeared across the country from the Qiantang River.

Gao Zheng apologized immediately, but she just pressed her finger and continued to press!

The colors between heaven and earth are falling in large pieces, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the flowers.

Gao Zheng's world turned into black and white, and he also looked haggard, with his hair getting whiter and his face getting darker.

But he gritted his teeth and shouted with difficulty: "Why does the host hate me and kill me?"

He stood upright in this black and white world, with his hands spread apart, like a divide between two colors, a ravine between two realms.

"Don't you see, the heart of heaven is like Qiantang, and the hearts of the people are getting better and better!"
To be continued...