Scarlet light slanted down from between the clouds in the sky.
The vast land, like a doomsday wasteland, reflects the bright red and dazzling light back to the clouds, opening this strange world to a door connecting heaven and hell.
Chu Nan Gong stood on a broken wall with his back hunched, his eyes covered by thick eyebrows looked at the scattered stars in the east at night. There were two stars there that were particularly bright, as if they were two petals of freshness that suddenly appeared in his sleep, and he felt
The spring has lingered for a long time, and the noise shines on the souls of the dead stalks all over the ground and the dead stars in the sky. The red star and the heart are two bright lights in the sky, they are wrapped in the haze, shining in tacit understanding, lips and teeth, spitting out their respective wishes
The wound was shockingly red and burned into the shape of a lotus.
Chu Nanggong shook his head helplessly and walked away with his wooden stick. He seemed to have foreseen the moment when the red star was about to collapse.
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On the chess table of Xianyang Palace, the peach blossoms are falling at zero o'clock.
At this time, Ying Zheng was as majestic as a mountain. Instead of Li Si, there was an unknown eunuch standing gingerly on the opposite side. There was no chessboard on the table, but a brocade was spread out silently.
After Ying Zheng stared attentively for a moment, he picked up his pen and broke the blockade of silence. Under the high and bright mirror sky in spring, lonely petals were swept into the wind, indicating that a storm was coming. Pieces of peach blossoms fell on the brocade, turning into desolate and cold.
tears.
The eunuch was secretly frightened, feeling the boundless anger from the First Emperor. Since the Xiongnu went south, this incident seemed to have become the trigger for the destruction of the Little Sage Village, making Ying Zheng determined to eliminate all hidden dangers that threatened the foundation of the empire.
The pen tip, filled with fierceness and anger, neatly marked the beginning of the chapter with the word "Confucianism", like a sharp sword breaking ice, wind and thunder galloping, God's will is out of control.
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The big white bird was like the wings blown by the strong wind. It was like the pages of a book turning rapidly in the dusk. It made the remaining blue sky exposed in the clouds look even bluer. In the blink of an eye, the sky was divided into several bright lines by the elegant phoenix tail.
Bai Lian swayed away from east to west, and the red sun in the west showed all kinds of gorgeous rays...
The dust raised by the black army on the ground was continuously blown to the west by the wind. The clouds collapsed, spraying out churning flames, and then condensed into dark and suffocating smoke peaks, hanging down to the back of the winding Yellow River.
On the other side of the sky, a Red King Snake was wandering on the treetops, like a fluttering red ribbon. The huge white claws that came suddenly frightened it, and it quickly circled onto Chi Lian's arm.
The wind turned, and a white figure flashed from the south, then swept away to the north, where it fell silent.
The shark-tooth sword stands in the boundless territory, and the world of mortals stretches as far as the eye can see.
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In the ink painting, the falling writing is hesitant and silent, and under the windy sleeves of the dragon robe, the brocade is slowly folded.
Just now, an emperor who ruled the world used the pen in his hand to rewrite the fate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang and the fate of the entire Confucianism.
The wind got stronger and blew away the fragrance of the flower petals on the table.
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Wei Zhuang's eyes were particularly sharp, full of desperation and dominance.
The white phoenix floated straight down from the sky, and when it was side by side with Wei Zhuang, it was silent for a moment before squinting and saying: "The war has begun..." The gentle voice broke the rhythm of the wind and the sky, and stirred up the vortex of worldly sadness, saying
He stood up and held a floating feather in his left hand, with a thin layer of frost glittering on it.