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The extremely cold Northland Snow Mountain, the extremely cold temple of the sacred temple, Fan Xiantou did not go back to the building, once again broke the body of the immortal, in this snow-covered world, gave birth to countless orders The dazzling light spot.
No one noticed that under the ferrets, his back was soaked. In such a cold climate, sweat oozes out of his body and wets all the underwear. His expression is still calm, who knows how much courage and determination he has made before he broke into the body of the immortal.
In the end, the temple has such unfathomable strength. Is it like the Emperor’s Majesty and Wu Zhushu’s words that it has been degraded to a certain extent? Fan Xian is not clear, but Wu Zhushu is obviously trapped in this snow temple. In the middle, let him have a natural fear of this temple, but he still has to bet.
At the moment, it seems that he is gambling, and the bodies of the immortals, which are condensed into light spots, obviously have no extremely powerful force, and are somewhat closer to the holographic images previously guessed by Fan.
However, there are still many secrets in the temple. Many things that are unclear, such as the strong world of heaven and earth, such as the secrets of martial arts that were once stolen by the mother, may have Chen’s Tai Chi, but it is definitely impossible. There are things that are as wonderful as the overbearing merits.
Fan's thin lips shivered slightly, passed the threshold of the intact building, but the hand was behind him, giving Haishu and Wang Shilang a gesture. He hoped that the two partners could be at the Shenmiao of the Snow Temple. Underneath, still able to stand strong and be able to help yourself.
He broke into the building, and the light spots followed like fireflies, leaving a piece of snow, and the snow platform that did not leave the footprints of the bluebirds. The two heavy doors closed silently. Closed in the door, but the Haishu and Wang Shilang were kept outside the door.
Haishu and Wang Shilang have not got rid of the shock. They don’t know where the leisurely courage comes from. I just wore the past from the body of the immortal. They don’t even understand why the immortal was Fan. When I was struck, I was actually a light spot.
They are more worried about the safety of the closed door. The sea otters have their eyes stunned and the brilliance is bright. When they want to lift the whole body to repair the door, Wang Shilang suddenly said: "His The gesture is to let us stay outside... take advantage of this opportunity to find someone."
Van is taking this big risk and leaving Haishu and Wang Shilang out of the door. Naturally, I hope that they can borrow the opportunity of their own desperate efforts to search for the traces of Wu Zhushu in the temple. More than half of the reason for coming to the temple is because of his closest dear.
...... ......
This is an antique temple-like building, but the building materials inside are not ordinary bluestone, but a metal-like material. Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he swept it through the hall very quickly. He found that there was nothing in the building. There was no strange existence. The only blank space in the piece could be made by the name of the museum. Reminiscent of countless years ago, this may be a booth one by one.The murals outside the temple have long since been lost, but the murals in this building are still well preserved, and the scenes of the paintings above can be clearly seen.
Fan Xian put his hands behind him, squatting like an old man, carefully walking through the wall pictures, his eyes swept over the murals, meticulous, very careful, since the fairy who was condensed by the light refused to tell him The truth of history, then the truth, only let him find it.
Just when Fan was squatting and looking at the murals carefully, the fairy who was condensed by light was floating behind him like a ghost. Fan did not know how to look back, but he did not ask what to ask. At this time, the scene was very wonderful. I was followed by a fairy or a ghost. Fan’s heart was inevitably a little hairy, but his performance was exceptionally calm.
The styles of these murals are very close to those of the oil paintings known to the past. The contents depicted above are ancient myths occasionally mentioned in the Concentration of the Continent, but the faces of the gods are extremely vague, whether they are thundering in the mountains or Floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater, there is always a strange white mist that covers their true colors.
Fan Xian’s heart screamed again, remembering the murals in the Kyoto Temple and the murals in the Dadongshan Temple. The paintings on these murals are not known for thousands of years ago. Some vagueness is inevitable, but this temple is the source of all legends. Why are the gods on these murals still blurred?
I have always been like a fairy in the temple that followed the footsteps of the leisure, and suddenly said: "These murals are from the hands of Bohr."
"Bol? Three hundred years ago, the great mages of the West, I heard that he and his wife Fubo are all naturals... The disappearance disappeared without a trace. It turned out to be back to the temple." The brow said: "The Tianmai people were originally the voters who spread the seeds of wisdom in the temple. I thought that these Tianmai people had the last thoughts and they would be killed by the messengers sent out by the temple. I did not expect that there would be Live back to the temple."
"The temple is forbidden to do things, and naturally it will not kill the world. But you are right, countless years to come. There are always people who have inherited theology of the temple, and they will be mourned and afflicted, but at this time, the temple The messenger will be sent out and let him disappear into invisible."
"This is probably the reason why the legendary Tianmai disappeared in the end." Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the soul behind him was still smooth and gentle. Just calling himself, using your word, and starting with yourself. Communicate.
"But the couple like Boer and Fubo are different. They don't have any worldly desires.
When Fubo died, Boer experienced endless hardships and returned to the temple. At that time, the murals of the temple were about to be broken, so he spent seven years rebuilding the murals in the temple. ”
“But the history of Dadongshan Qing Temple and Kyoto Qing Temple is more than three hundred years... How could it be that those murals are still in the style of Bohr?”"Because Boer is just repairing, not creating, he follows the mural style many years ago, and naturally it is similar to the murals you grew up in."
Fan Xian suddenly pointed to the flames and light of the sky in the murals, and asked with his eyes: "Why are those gods not looking?"
"Because the true God never has to look at people."
"So you are not the true God."
The light spots floating in the air after Fan’s leisure gradually faded away from the face of the old man. The change became a mirror-like existence. After a long silence, he said: “As you said earlier, I am not a god.”
"Very well, I am worried that you have been mad for tens of thousands of years in this snowy mountain. If you really regard yourself as a god, then it will be difficult to deal with." Hearing the voice of the temple body that came from around, Fan The relaxed mood was slightly relaxed, at least one of the most horrible possibilities, denied by the temple itself.
If there is a real life and affection, if you hear the words of Fan Xian, you will understand the meaning hidden inside him, but it is obvious that this existence in the temple is only passively following certain established processes. Thinking, I didn’t say anything down.
"God is not without face, but there is no God at all." I don't know why, when Fan said this sentence, his mood suddenly became lonely, because if there is no God in the world, then his existence, The existence of the mother is still so unpredictable and without reason.
"Those are just some powerful machines or weapons." Fan said, pointing to the gods on the murals that can open the ground, whispered: "I don't know what weapons, atomic bombs or neutron bombs? Anyway, some are terrible." thing."
The light soul floating in the air, after hearing the words of Fan Xian, the mirror suddenly issued extremely strong fluctuations, it seems that the extremely intense thinking behavior is going on, perhaps because Fan Fan’s mouth is spoken. It didn't even imagine the words that would be heard, so that it could not be analyzed in a short time.
The light in this building is not so dazzling, faint, gentle and gentle on the body of the leisure, just like giving him a layer of light. I don't know whether it is because of the need to preserve the exhibits, or because the energy of the temple is about to dry up, the light is not so bright, and the fans are silently moving forward. All the murals have been read before they return to the center of the building. Looking back at the light soul floating in the air, silent for a long time, said: "Today, you should be very clear, I am not an ordinary person... my two partners are not here at this time, I think you do not have to What to avoid, you can explain the origin of the temple to me."
The mirror formed by the Light Soul is caught in the silence of death and silence. It seems that this request to analyze Fan Xian can not be passed."I throw bricks and lead jade, I will come to pick up bricks first." Fan coughed twice and felt a weak, slowly sitting on the cold ground, slowly absorbing the ubiquitous energy between the heavens and the earth, while using a hoarse The voice slowly said: "The temple is a relic. It is the ruins of a civilization. In your words, this is a military museum, so it contains the most top and most terrible existences of those civilizations. You don't Ken told me the history of the temple, I have to guess by these murals and some of my cognition."
"That civilization is definitely a civilization I am familiar with."
Fan leisure slowly closed his eyes, thinking of Shaun’s words in the cave, and what Wu Zhushu once said. Soon after the mother fled the temple for the first time, she should return to the temple again to find Wu Zhushu. Now, in that case, the box should have been stolen from the temple by the mother in the second time.
Barrett is hidden in the military museum. It is obvious that the age of the museum should be later than that of Fan’s departure, and it is a civilization of the same origin. Fan Xian does not believe that ancient civilization can also make The same gun came.
When I think of the familiar civilization that is in the same vein as the world I once lived in, it has become a shadow in history. It has become a broken temple in the snowy mountains where the world can't pick it up. Those fans are busy... No, Fan Shen People who once loved hate and pity have already become a ghost in the long river of time. Those things that he once visited, seen and admired have turned into a yellow sand.
There was a trace of pain in his heart. The pain was not so strong, but it was exceptionally clear. It was sour and sour. It was exceptionally sorrowful. Before the ancients were seen, those who did not see it later, except for the light eyebrows, they only had their own, the world was long, how can it be? The solitude of this 10,000-year-old has fallen on him alone, and it is so heavy.
Fan sat on the ground, coughing again and again, breathing rapidly. After a long time, there was a hint of indifference and radiance in the eyes, and the expression looked like a smile. Looking at the mirror in the air, he asked: "As a Once you have been with you, can you tell me how the world was destroyed in the past? Is it really a madman to start throwing nuclear bombs?"
The light mirror was as smooth as ice. After a long time, the gentle and steady sound rang in all directions inside the building: "That is a great battle in the realm of the gods. The fairy people are all stunned by the magical waves, the earth is deformed, the volcano erupts... ”
"Enough!" Fan’s angry voice rang in the empty building. He stared at the mirror, coughing violently, and finally coughed up a trace of blood. He wiped his lips. Blood stains, yelling at the mirror: "I am that.
A shit god come from people! Take these shit less and say things! ”
"You fucking is a broken museum, not a temple of dog days!"
...... ......In the spring palace of the Qingguo Palace, there is a crisp and cold sound in the royal study room. The wooden door of the royal study room is slightly opened to facilitate ventilation. The eunuchs headed by the eunuch of Yao’s eunuch are waiting outside the house carefully. Go in.
"When the height of the temple is high, it is worrying about its people. When it is far away from the rivers and lakes, it is worrying about its sorrow. It is a matter of progress and worry, and it is also a worry. But when is it? Le Ye? It must be: the world’s worry and worry, the world after Happy and happy..."
Fan Ruorou whispered through the article, closed the page, and then went to the corner of the royal study room and began to squint. She looked at the spring tree outside the window and couldn’t help but think of her brother. I heard that they are Going north, what's in the north? Is the legendary temple in the north? I heard that the snow in the north of the country is not a place where ordinary people can get close. Is your brother now?
At this time, it was the end of spring. It was more than four months since the last palace change. The palace was covered in a beautiful sunshine. However, there was always a cold chill in the royal study. The Emperor of Qingguo lay on the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, pale, and with no eyes on his eyes. Followed by Fan Ruoruo’s gaze, looking at the green trees outside the window, I don’t know why, my heart’s heart was particularly disgusting. The existence of these green trees may be because he felt the spring and autumn, the change of everything, this natural rule that cannot be resisted.
"Worry about it, worry about its people... When Anzhi took a sentence in the Beiqi Palace, he was forced to write a paragraph by the little emperor. In the end, he just wrote this paragraph without a head." The emperor said slowly: "I just don't understand, can write such a child, how can you make such a thing without a father and no father."
After so many years, the Qing court naturally knew that the thief Fan has already escaped from Kyoto, and the information sent back from the north more accurately pointed out the whereabouts of Fan. However, many officials in Nanqing were surprised that Fan fled from Kyoto and did not invest in the embrace of the Northern Qi Dynasty court. What is even more surprising is that the Emperor’s Majesty seems to only be betting on Fan’s body, not within the country. Expand the big cleaning.
The emperor's eyes were slightly stunned. The sparse eyelashes were like ominous autumn leaves. On his face with more and more wrinkles, his eyes swept over Verroy's shoulders and suddenly asked: "Is it true?" Not a good emperor?"
This is a very sad question. A very ridiculous question. What exactly is Qingdi’s work on the dragon chair is just a question that needs to be recognized by history. But the most powerful man in the world, but somehow, It is especially necessary to get recognition from some people.
At the beginning, he wanted to put Fan Xie under house arrest in Kyoto. He just wanted to use the eyes of Fan to tell the people who died. Now that Fan is in the air, he is used to asking Fan Ruo, and this question is obviously asked more than once. Because Fan Ruoruo did not return, he calmly said: "This is not a question that the minister should answer."
The voice of the Yao eunuch suddenly came from outside the royal study: "Yigui is coming, the morning county is coming..."The voice did not fall, Yi Guizhen and Lin Yier both walked in. It is obvious that these two women came in a lot of times during this time. The emperor just looked at them coldly and did not speak reprimanded. Let them get out, let them come to the soft couch and lift their body.
Lin Biaoer changed all the bedding on the soft couch, and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He smiled and said: "All the new cotton in Zhongzhou, the embroiderer is the most fashionable method in Quanzhou. You can try it." Comfortable."
Yigui is taking out a few foodstuffs from the food box, carefully feeding the underarms and feeding, while feeding a sigh: "The sun is good these two days, and you should go out and move around."
The emperor said indifferently: "Every day, it is not too annoying, and you can't move." The wounds of the emperor's knees are still not good, even the expectations of Fan Ruohe and Tai Hospital, surprisingly lingering, perhaps really old. For the sake of this, if it is placed at the peak of the Emperor's reign, how to seriously hurt, I am afraid that he has already returned to the beginning.
Lin Biaoer did not hear the emperor's words. He smiled and began to lick his shoulders. Fan Ruo Ruo looked at him for a moment, could not help but shook his head, sat on the other side of the emperor and began to massage him.
In the royal study room, I was in a quiet place. Yi Guizhen sat quietly in front of the emperor and smiled at this scene. There was no major cleansing in the court, and the officials of the He faction were squandered by Fan Xian. On the contrary, the inside of the court became a steel bucket. The three emperors, Li Chengping, recently began to try to contact the political affairs under the leadership of Hu University. The awkward stomach is too big to be able to, but how to see it, the interior of the country is in a very wonderful stability.
At least in the eyes of the world, the emperor has no idea of changing stocks.
Qing Guo seems to have nothing changed. On the contrary, it seems to have become better. Except for the young man named Fan Xiu, he has disappeared from the world for almost half a year. No one knows where he is. He is still alive. .
Lin Biaoer did not return to Ganzhou with the size of his family as he was, but he stayed in Kyoto calmly and calmly, and the number of times he entered the palace was more than ever. This scene is not shocked. Human mind.
"You will not come tomorrow, tomorrow." After a long silence, the Emperor suddenly said, his tone is very cold, but there is a very difficult to detect heavy, perhaps it is such a man, in fact, these days also I am extremely satisfied with the service of these relatives, but these relatives are, after all, the family who dared to rebel against their son.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Yier
Gentle smile, not much, she clearly knows what she is doing, and she clearly knows that she is only inheriting the idea of vanity.
"Don't expect that kid to come back alive. If he really comes back, even if he can spare his life, the officials in this world will not allow him to live again." The emperor slowly closed his eyes, his lips were like his Eyelashes are generally pulled and look a little tired.Can Fan Leisure still come back alive? This is a problem that is heavy on everyone's heart, and the words of the emperor's knees clearly break the back of everyone. The emperor still closed his eyes tightly and said indifferently: "You don't know why he must find the temple, but he knows that he wants to find the old five to come back to kill. For such a devastating son, why not? Do you have any pity for him?"
Yes, the tense has developed to this day, and Qing Emperor has not smashed all the people involved in Fan’s leisure. It has revealed a rare magnanimity. Of course, it is more because of the agreement between him and Fan. After all, I don’t know if Fan Xian died at this time.
Although it has never been able to find a temple by itself since the ancient times, it is even more important to save people from the temple, but the emperor still can't be assured because he knows that a woman once did it once, then she and the woman. Son, will it bring a big surprise to the world again?
If the fifth is really coming back to Fan, what will happen to you, what will happen to this world? The emperor suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The leaves are re-entered into the palace."
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