Chapter 2190 Longevity

Have you ever tried to push open a door?

That heavy, iron-clad copper door.

The process of pushing the door seemed to push away a heavy period of time.

You use your strength to measure history.

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

Changshengjun's hands have pushed the door open more than once today. It’s not just the end of a life.

He is really a very cold person.

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

But maybe that's why he's "immortal."

Perhaps this is also the reason why Fu Zhaofan can die peacefully.

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

Maybe her eyes are too focused!

Her chin rested on her knees, her eyes staring at the ground, where a book lay open.

She is reading a book.

The figure representing Lord Changsheng still only stayed in the middle of the palace door. He probably likes such a perfect location and a "self-bounded" attitude.

"The Xinfenxiang of Sanfenxianglou 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 no 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 ground on the ground I closed the book, raised my head, and really saw the legendary Lord of Immortality 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?" Changsheng Jun 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 obtained well, 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, all the people's hearts are like monsters. The Sanfen Fragrance Tower 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?

Meiyue rolled up the book in her 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 was lucky enough to come to, can bear?"

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

She shook her head: "Can I influence you, or can I influence Master Siming, or one of the six true masters of Nandou? I am so humble, but 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 himself, he deliberately wrote many letters, written to His best friend, Long Boji, who is indeed remembered and missed, 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 raised 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 humbly admit it. Although I have been in the Southern Territory all my life, I don't know Rakshasa Mingyuejing well enough..." 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 death: "Your name is 'Mei Yue', right?"

Mei Yue half-squatted on the ground and looked up at the window high above. The sky outside the window was really dazzling.

She put away the book, stood up, and bowed gently: "Three-point Fragrance Tower, the first place in the heart fragrance 'Mei Yue', meet Changsheng Jun."

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

The door of the palace slammed shut!

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It is not an interesting thing to accompany the real person of the upper country to see the scenery.

In this regard, the high-level officials of Yue State have a lot of experience. There should be many people who resonate with the bedside of the world's hegemon!

But Gao Zheng, who had just sent Qu Zhongwu away, had a spring breeze on his face, as if meeting an old friend.

Walking on the embankment of Qiantang River, watching the reflection of the bright moon and the rising tide, so many past events surged with it.

From here, you can indeed see the shadow of the Jiaowu Mountain of Chu State from afar - it is really a very high mountain, not that Chu State and Yue State are really close.

It is of course an exaggeration to say that the shadow of the mountain reflects the Qiantang River. But for many years, Yue State has indeed been shrouded by the shadow of the mountain of Chu State.

Some time ago, Tianjing City gathered the world's winds and clouds, and the world paid attention to it. A silent war also took place in Jiaowu Mountain.

He was unable to take a closer look, but only had a rough idea, knowing that Pingdeng State was involved - this must be a very important matter, but unfortunately Chu State was very secretive, and Pingdeng State did not release any news.

Gao Zheng was not uneasy about this unknown.

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

But he was always facing it.

Just like the height of Jiaowu Mountain, it does not change the vastness of Qiantang River.

The long river!

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

This is a cold female voice, but in the harshness, it reflects an unwarranted and distant reverie.

The sound came with the tide, rustling, and was broken in the sound of the tide.

Gao Zheng's figure became trance in an instant.

But there was a hand like white jade, shaking and pressing. Gao Zheng turned from virtual to real, from fake to real. He couldn't leave!

This clear and beautiful hand came from a woman confused in colorful colors - it's not that the colors on her body were so gorgeous, but she herself was only flowing colors in the eyes of a real person like Gao Zheng.

Without seeing her face, without observing her appearance, you can feel "bright" and "charming".

This hand that is clear in the field of vision is also beautiful enough!

Of course, Gao Zheng, who couldn't get away, couldn't get a good feeling at all.

"Lord of the Rakshasa Tower!" He bowed and saluted on the long embankment, very humbly: "I didn't know you were coming, Gao Mou failed to welcome you, it's really rude! I apologize to you!"

The mysterious and unpredictable owner of the Three-point Fragrance Tower, the top of the world, Rakshasa Mingyue Jing!

At the critical moment when Chu was besieging Nandou Hall and killing monks from Sanfenxiang Tower, she unexpectedly appeared in Qiantang River of Yue State.

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

The colors between heaven and earth fell in large pieces, like autumn wind sweeping away flowers.

Gao Zheng's world turned into black and white, and he also looked haggard, his hair gradually turned white and his face gradually darkened.

But he gritted his teeth and shouted with difficulty: "Why did the owner of the tower see me with hatred and end my life?"

He stood upright in this black and white world, with his hands apart, as if it was the division between two colors and the gully between two worlds.

"Don't you see that the heart of heaven is Qiantang, and the heart of the people is Yuejia!"

He was the most accomplished prime minister in the history of Yue State. His status in the hearts of the people of Yue State was the best of the times and surpassed everyone. Although he had retired for many years.

On the land of Yue State, he could get the most undisputed support.

At this time, the national situation was strengthened and the people's hearts were strengthened.

There is a shadow of the mountain behind him and a roar of the river in front of him. The mountain is the Yinxiang Peak and the river is the Qiantang River. The power of the mountains, rivers and land supports his body and makes him stand upright.

He is wearing a colorful armor, and in the black and white world, there is the color of human hearts. The people of Yue protect him and make him not wither so easily.

However, these powers alone are still not enough, and still not enough to stop Luosha Mingyuejing from pressing his palm.

So he roared again: "Haven't you heard that there is a way to the mountain of books!"

The mountain of books, the holy land of Confucianism, is in the southern region.

As one of the prominent schools of the time, Confucian children are all over the world.

In the southern region, the Song Dynasty is the only country that respects Confucianism. When the Xia Dynasty fell in the past, the court also discussed that the whole country should worship Confucianism in order to seek the help of the mountain of books. The four major academies in the world are all major schools in the world. But they all regard the mountain of books as a holy place.

The power of the mountain of books can be seen from all these.

The reason why Yue State was able to sleep soundly beside Chu State for so many years was nothing more than the support of Nandou Hall and Mugu Academy. But the root of the problem was the attention of Shushan.

Without the attention of Shushan, how could Gao Zheng, who was good at dancing with his sleeves and had unparalleled means, pull Chu State to sit down and talk, and how could he have the "Falling Immortal Alliance" that made him successful?

At this moment, Gao Zheng's words "There is a way in Shushan" immediately opened up a new life for himself. In the increasingly lonely black and white world, the sound of books gradually rose.

The human heart is originally barren, but it is colorful in the mountains and seas of knowledge.

Gao Zheng found the color and resisted Luosha Mingyuejing's attack for a short time.

When the tide receded, Luosha Mingyuejing had no sound.

When the tide came, Luosha Mingyuejing's voice sounded: "If you know that I have a letter, I am afraid that it is not just you waiting here."

She has never been to Qiantang River, or she has been there but Gao Zheng does not know.

At this moment, the entire Qiantang River is echoing her, using the image of heaven and earth to cover up her traces of the world. The support Gao Zheng had received from the Qiantang River was firmly diverted.

It was as if Rakshasa Mingyuejing was the master of this place.

Gao Zheng seemed not to understand the hostility in Rakshasa Mingyue Jing's words, nor could he feel the danger he was enduring. He smiled calmly: "If you ask me to receive a letter from the prophet, I will sweep the couch to welcome it, prepare enough gifts to go over the ground, and do my best." The wind in Qiantang. Of course, if you like to be clean, I can retreat to the people in advance and have peace of mind. Why do you feel so helpless and neglected like this?"

Rakshasa Mingyuejing smiled: "I'm afraid that before you repel the people, you repel yourself first. This will leave me with nothing to gain."

Gao Zhengdao: "The more wine there is, the more famous swords there are. If the host asks for this, he will definitely get it."

Rakshasa Mingyue Jing said: "There is no shortage of fine wine in Sanfenxiang Tower, and there is no shortage of famous swords. Wouldn't you like to kill a fool with a sword? I want your head - can you lend it to me?"

Her voice was leisurely, but Gao Zheng's nose was bleeding.

The color of the real person's blood cannot be erased. On the clear black and white, dark and rough face, there are two traces of winding red.

He grinned and let the nosebleed flow into his lips: "What crime am I guilty of?"

Rakshasa Mingyuejing chuckled lightly: "When the matter comes to an end, you know how to ask? Let me ask you - Chu State suppressed Sansanxiang Tower. This is a private grudge between the two families. Why are you following Yue State to join in the fun?"

"Where did such a thing come from?" Gao Zheng thought hard: "Are you telling me that Qu Zhongwu just took away several middle-level leaders of Sanfenxianglou from Yuedi?"

"Do you, Gao Zheng, think this matter shouldn't alarm me?" Rakshasa Mingyuejing asked.

"I dare not discuss your will. But I am really wronged, sir!" Gao Zheng shouted: "Qu Zhongwu is a real person from the Duke of Yu State, a three-thousand-year-old family that has been prosperous with the Chu State. Entering my land is like entering the back garden. . Who dares to stop him? Just like Gui Lou's activities in Yue, we did not stop him. We only kept our ears closed and encouraged the whole country. It can't be counted. Support, not to mention getting involved in Gui Lou’s affairs!”

"Really?" Luosha Mingyuejing said in a very calm tone: "How did I teach Fengxiang Zhenfaluo to leak the whereabouts? Could it be that it was not Douzhao who you told me, but it was me who wronged you?"

"I don't know about this matter, so it has nothing to do with me!" Gao Zheng tried his best to support, and his voice gradually became less natural: "But Dou Zhao was so arrogant and overbearing that he came to the door with a knife, and even the drunkards from Yue Ting did not dare to remain silent. After all, who is to blame for Fengxiang’s death?”

He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed in the direction of the Fallen Immortal Forest.

"One moment is the imperial court of Yue Kingdom, and the other is the Immortal Forest." Rakshasa Mingyuejing laughed: "In which direction do you, Gao Zheng, want to lead this disaster of mine?"

"The poster is doing it for himself!" Gao Zheng said in a loud voice: "Gao is just analyzing the facts and presenting the truth without any guidance. Mountains are high and rivers flow by themselves, so why should I be guilty? Postmaster, let me go!"

"You can't let it go, you can't let it go!" Rakshasa Mingyuejing laughed loudly: "I can't defeat Song Boti, I can't offend the Chu State, and I have to vent my anger and revenge, and set up a warning, so I have no choice but to be soft!"