People come and go quickly.

Some people want to take the ancient sword for maintenance and see where it has been bumped; some people are curious about its new skills, but want to try it but dare not try it, fearing that they have fallen into the trick of the unknown woman, and they are in an abnormal mood.

Complex contradictions.

Regardless of how others reacted, Yuan Zhao ate breakfast alone and put the tableware in its place without moving, waiting for others to clean it up.

She had never thought about washing dishes, she had no such concept in her mind.

After practicing the exercises, she had breakfast and took a walk in the courtyard, almost feeling depressed. The place was too small, as if she had reached the finish line as soon as she lifted her feet. To achieve the effect of exercise, she had to turn around in circles about ten times. Could she?

Depressed?

Perhaps due to her mood, she is generally not picky about the environment and diet.

After walking around for several times, I returned to the corridor. I leaned on the pillars and looked at the scenery in the courtyard. The Jiyue Pavilion of the Princess Mansion appeared in front of me involuntarily.

When she "died", of course the servants in the mansion went back to their respective mansions to report back to their masters.

I originally thought of returning to Fengjing, taking back the country and proclaiming myself emperor, and supporting Luo Yan and other female generals to stand in the court. Let Mr. Wu stand upright in front of people, and let the master, Taoist Master, be praised by the world and be proud of her.

When the matter is over, I will give the throne to my second brother.

The eldest brother is responsible for the inheritance of the family bloodline, and the second brother is the future ruler of Beicang selected by her father. She is an accident and has no children. She has worked hard all her life, but in the end the throne will be passed on to her nephews.

Rather than that, it would be better for her to go back to Dongping Lane and live happily for the rest of her life.

Of course, the three aunts, Tortoiseshell, Coral and Amber, would be brought in to take care of them in their old age, and together with Luo Yan and others, it would be a great time. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Just as she was about to succeed, a demon appeared and completely ruined her beautiful vision.

Her life was short for twenty-six years. Either she was plotted by others, or she was plotting against others.

But he responded by saying that it was not as good as God, and he ended up fighting alone now.

Sighing, she went into the living room and took out a cushion to place in the corridor. She sat down cross-legged, adjusted her posture, and silently began to exercise to heal her injuries.

The sun and the moon have passed away, and the years are not with me.

Self-pity can't solve any problems, let alone bring the guards to her. The only thing she can do is to seize the time to heal and practice as she has done for the past twenty-six years.

Recharge your batteries and make yourself stronger so that you can face the test of unknown destiny.

The reason for practicing outdoors is very simple. Now she is alone, and no one holds the door for her. If those modern people think that she has escaped or died in the room, and knock on the door from time to time to confirm her existence, wouldn't it be a waste of all their efforts?

It may even aggravate the injury and the loss outweighs the gain.

Simply practicing outside, modern people are in awe of some ancient habits, such as the little girl named Bei Yue...

In short, I hope these descendants will listen to her words and not disturb her retreat.

The thoughts move with the movements of the gestures, slowly stimulating the breath in the body. When the body is slightly warm, then let the thoughts drive the breath to circulate around the meridians of the body, and finally return to the Dantian. This cycle repeats...

"Is she practicing internal skills?" A young man asked curiously in front of the surveillance camera, "It's very similar to the movements of practicing Qi in martial arts dramas... uh..."

He was wrong and takes back what he just said.

In the surveillance video, the woman no longer sat, but changed her movements and continued to remain motionless. The Northern Minister stood behind the young man, glanced at the figure in the camera, and asked:

"When will your aunt arrive?"

"Already on the way." The young man looked at the time, "We'll be there in about half an hour."

Bei Yue, who was standing aside, looked guilty and admitted his mistake very sincerely:

"It's all my fault, I screwed up."

He actually threw the sword away and looked at Professor Wang, holding the sword fearlessly and not affected at all.

"I don't blame you, I was also surprised." Having already criticized him, the Northern Minister was too lazy to dwell on the junior's mistakes, and said in a calm tone, "Come here later, and you can tell her about the matter in detail.

Let her go in and serve."

Since the other party insists that she is the emperor, it is normal for people to come in and "serve" her. For those who "serve" her, she will subconsciously relax her vigilance and lower her defenses.

"Isn't this bad? My sister is old..." Bei Yue couldn't bear it.

If the other party takes action, how can her aunt endure it?

"How old is she? She is only in her early forties, and she is a traditional doctor. She is eloquent and has a good temper. She may have a good chat with this person." Beifang glanced at her and said, "You can help her and run errands."

Something like that.

Don’t make a fuss when you hear something again, so as not to be looked down upon by others.”

The man in the room looked disappointed when he saw her throwing away the sword. He was also disappointed and gave his niece a good scolding. Before coaxing out the origin of the ancient sword and her, it was inevitable to lower his profile. After all, everyone believed that she

There's something wrong with my brain.

He finally found the tomb of an old ancestor. In order to reveal the glory of the ancient country created by his ancestor, he was willing to do anything, including kneeling down.

This is also the meaning of the elders in the clan.

I thought she was just an ordinary middle-schooler, but her love for the ancient country of Beiyue became an obsession and she became mentally ill.

Therefore, he ignored the confidentiality of his superiors and allowed the magic of the ancient sword to alarm the country's Supreme Committee. The organization ordered him to put down his work and fully assist Professor Wang and others in opening the tomb of the mysterious ancient country that believed in the sun.

Staring at the motionless figure in the surveillance camera, the unofficial history's records about Shizu passed through my mind:

In June of the eighth year of Yongchang's reign, the sky was originally clear, but in an instant, dark clouds surged ahead, overwhelming the sky. Long Yuanjun, who wanted to return to the court to fight for hegemony, made an immediate decision and commanded his soldiers to form a formation to face the demonic army.

Putting aside his personal plan to restore the country and putting the safety of the people behind him first, he became the well-deserved master of the world and won the strong praise and praise of future generations.

There is an illustration in the unofficial history. In the painting, Lord Long Yuan is riding on a horse, majestic and fearless, fighting a demon general in the air with a mortal body.

It was that battle that made the people of Qi become the most loyal believers of the Arctic God of War, and they have continued to worship the God of War for generations. Even if the later generations were in chaos, no one even forgot the name of their ancestors, but they would still light a stick to the God of War in the open space during New Years and holidays.

fragrant.

Modern scholars speculate that it was this power of faith that caused his descendants to be feared and hunted down by kings of all dynasties.

As descendants, we dare not judge whether what our ancestors did was right or wrong.

Anyway, he is proud of having such an ancestor. If he can open the tomb of his ancestors and prove the great achievements of his ancestors, he will have no regrets in this life.

"Second uncle, here is the sword."

The Northern Minister was wandering around the world staring at the surveillance camera when a nephew's voice came from behind him. He turned back and glanced at Beichen who was following closely behind him:

"Have you tried it?"

"Not yet." Beichen looked helpless, "Professor Wang won't allow disinfection or washing..."

Although the professor was right, he was too curious and did not dare to risk his own health.

The woman seemed to have cut her hand, but what if she was playing a trick?

"Why should I wash it and disinfect it?" Professor Wang explained anxiously, "The blade of the sword is in good condition and as shiny as new. Isn't it good to admire it on display? If you have to use it to cut your hand, aren't you looking for trouble? Minister, I think it's still the case.

Lock it up..."

Before he could say the word "ba", he saw Bei Chang, who was always serious and calm, pull out a small part of his sword, and with a slight stroke of his finger, blood gushed out.

Professor Wang: "..."

Everyone present: "..."

The next moment, Bei Zhang calmly wiped the wound on the blade of the sword, bang! A shock in his heart made his calm eyes widen in an instant. When he rubbed away the blood on his fingers, he saw that the wound was gone.
Chapter completed!