Chapter 286: Live for yourself

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read2();　　 "Qing'er, go to Uncle Zhang's house next door to borrow a jug of wine, and say I will return two jugs back later."
　　 Seeing the small pot of tea in front of him being cup after cup by the white-robed scholar, he patted the table and drank continuously, but he didn't mean to stop, Li Yi turned his head and spoke lightly to the young girl beside him.
　　 Scholars give great gifts, but the peace and prosperity in my heart can already see a corner of his clothes, so excited, but a bit more crazy than anyone.
　　 "Everyone sees it strangely, it's really too happy to lose your attitude."
　　 White-robed scholar Xinhao raised his hand, wiped the water mark from the corner of his mouth, and then neatly made a stroke of the front, and continued to speak:
　　 "As for wine, I don't have to worry about it. Your Majesty hosted a banquet last night. Xinhao has already drunk many glasses, and the afternoon is full of spirits. I am still happy with tea instead of wine.
　　 After hearing this, Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei’an, put down his wine glass in surprise and said:
　　 "So fast, no longer stay a few days?"
　　 "Time does not wait. Since in the future, as you said, it will only take a few moments to return to the capital city, then these few days are nothing."
　　 "Then I will have lunch here at noon. Li Yi bought a lot of sword back pork a few days ago, which happened to be made together."
After the serious voice of the girl Qing'er sounded, the corner of the blood demon Li Yi's eyes trembled, and the face of the little prince Jiang Yue directly changed, and he stood up with a trembling voice.
"How dare you bother the young girl, this brother Xinhao has been away from Beijing for many years, and he must have never seen most of the new things, such as this very popular hot pot in the capital city, and he is about to go south to merge into the state. This lunch must bring him insight into this. The deliciousness of hot pot. Today, I will be the host, and Yueyafang will have a hot pot. Brother Li and the girl also come together. I contacted Fatty and Miss Xu and introduced them to Brother Xinhao."
　　 "But the hot pot at Yueyafang will be in line for several days."
　　 Qing'er girl's tone, with a trace of coldness, stared at the little prince Jiang Yue with heroic eyes. The latter bit his head and retorted weakly:
　　 "Based on our relationship with Yueda shopkeeper, how difficult is it to make a hot pot? If it fails, I will pull down this face and ask your majesty. Today, I must let Brother Xinhao taste it."
Finally, under the begging of the little lord Jiang Yue, the door of the small courtyard opened, and several people walked towards the nearest Yueyafang. Along the way, Jiang Yue continued to praise the deliciousness of the hot pot. There was a strong aftertaste in his voice, which made everyone around him. The Confucian scholar in white clothes aroused great interest, and it was even more incredible to learn that such delicacies were actually invented by the holy gods today, and sighed that they were really gods.
A group of people walked out of the small alleys, and then merged into the crowds on the main street. The streets, large and small, were bird's-eye view from the very high sky, just like this giant named Shenjing, with an endless flow of veins. The crowd formed his boiling blood.
　　 Between blood rushing, he is full of vitality and extremely powerful.
At the highest point of the giant in Shenjing, the young Lord Daxia stood with his hands in his hands. His calm eyes looked down. The wind on the phoenix platform blew his black and gold imperial robe and also blew the road in front of him. Behind her graceful back, those thousands of white hair looked like a white waterfall rushing down.
　　 White hair is three thousand feet, fate is long.
But in front of Zhao Yu, two snow-white feet protruded out of the Phoenix Terrace. After the swaying Empress Wu, it did not make people feel much sadness at this moment, but gave people a very relaxed and young state, although her face was still She was as old as a twilight old man, and even her exposed arms were covered with wrinkles. The only thing that was still white and tender was the feet, which also meant that her life was at an end at this time.
Sanctification is difficult, it’s difficult to climb to the blue sky, the more you go up, the closer you get to the blossoming and fruitful bridge of heaven and earth. If you fail to succeed, you will become benevolent. Although Zhao Yu held the holy sword in his hand, he cut out this invincible fifth sword. , Abruptly smashed the moon wheel on the ninth heaven, but still can only keep the last trace of life from Empress Wu.
Empress Wu, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the phoenix platform, looked down, her red lips slightly opened, and the voice of singing came out softly, but the original majestic and stern voice at this time was like an old man, with a hoarse voice, and the singing was not As beautiful and beautiful as before, the rouge and the young girl pushing to the Phoenix Terrace, pushing the old lady’s wheelchair, shed tears unknowingly, and the old lady on the wheelchair closed her eyes slightly, Emotions are hidden.
　　 Beside Wu Wu, the golden ball of light left by Zhao Yu before he left is still floating in the void, thousands of fierce fire elves are burning in the ball of light, and the golden figure keeps flying in the fire, and screams.
Standing with his hand, Zhao Yu gently raised his right hand, and a golden ball of light slowly floated. Under the golden light, the face of the young emperor became more and more majestic. In his eyes, there seemed to be two rounds of golden scorching sun. He started slowly and said:
　　 "I heard my grandmother say, "Aunty, you have been unwilling to accept this soul. This may be the only way to go against the sky. Otherwise, within ten days, Auntie's deadline is over."
　　Gun Gun emperor's voice lingered, beside the Phoenix stage, the white-haired Queen Wu stopped singing, and then a faint response sounded:
　　 "The avenue is the most ruthless, and Shouyuan is the strongest shackle. The eternal darkness is the ultimate destination of all the avenues. This is the destiny. Since the fate is like this, why should I have to struggle like this?"
　　 "Because I am unwilling, I struggle."
　　 Zhao Yu gently stepped forward, squatting next to Empress Wu like last time, bowed his head slightly, looked at the Shenjing Xiongcheng below, and then continued to speak:
"The Lord of Great Xia, Zhao, the blood circulating in the blood is the unyielding blood of fate, just like the gods below this city, including all the people in it, are struggling with fate. I don’t believe this truth. Aunt, you don't understand."
　　 Empress Wu turned her head and looked at Zhao Yu's profile. The tall nose under her black eyes was like a high raised mountain. She lost her mind for a moment, raised her volume, and continued to speak lightly:
"I, Zhao Xiu, always choose my own path. I can’t help my fate, but now I want to see what this eternal darkness is, and I don’t believe you don’t understand. As long as I exist Sun is a huge hidden danger for you, and there will be people who will not die. I have walked all the nine steps under this sky, and I have not lived up to the Zhao blood flowing through me."
　　 "You can live for yourself."
　　 Zhao Yu turned his head, looked at Empress Wu's still domineering and majestic eyes, and repeated it again.
"You can live for yourself. You have always lived for Daxia and for the millions of people of the human race. But from now on, you can live for yourself. I heard my grandma said that what my aunt loved to do when I was young It’s to go to the outskirts of the capital city to dig out bird eggs. Now Auntie can go on again. I will let Rouge accompany you."
　　 "How to live for yourself?"
　　 "Look while living, don't find and live."
　　 Aunt and nephew, the most majestic eyes between the two pairs of heaven and earth looked at each other for a long time.
　　 After a long time, the gust of wind blowing in the sky, two pairs of almost identical eyes, which belonged to the aunt, gradually softened.
　　 Zhao Yujiang slowly handed out the golden ball of light in his hand, and the increasingly victorious light shrouded half of the Phoenix Terrace, while a young and majestic voice came out.
　　 "With my aunt's talent, I must be able to comprehend that magical power before the deadline."