Break Up with the Green Tea Heroine First

Yan Su has never had the concept of a birthday.

His life was so long that he could not remember when he was born.

He looked at the pile of gifts with happy birthday written in front of him in amazement, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that today was the birthday of his projections.

He suddenly got some thoughts and decided to see the world where cause and effect read their real names before and after.

[Cultivation]

Tianyi Continent, Yanli 3008.

The number of cultivators is now unknown, the major sects are more and more prosperous, and the talents are abundant, but the only thing that can be coveted is the ruthless sword of Shangqingzong.

It is rumored that the ruthless sword followed Yan Su Shenjun for his life, until he finally died, and the ruthless sword flew back to the Shangqing sect on its own.

It's like stubbornly waiting for someone to come back.

Today is also a new day for choosing the master of the ruthless sword. Both inner disciples and outsiders can come in and have a try, regardless of age or cultivation.

less and less.

"Hey, you said these people, and you can't conquer the ruthless sword, why do you have to hold this conference?" The disciple sitting on the left leaned lazily beside the pillar, holding the sword and his companions in his hands complain.

"Why do you think it is today?" The companion looked around and whispered, "It is said that the birthday of the goddess and the anniversary of his death are the same day, which is today."

The disciple scratched his head and glanced at the golden statue in the center of the square subconsciously.

He was taken aback, thinking that he had read it wrong, and looking at it again, the statue was the same as usual.

He laughed to himself, even if it was a golden body, would the statue still be alive?

Yan Su blinked and got out of the golden body, the transparent figure did not cause any fluctuations.

No wonder he heard someone calling him, so it was.

As he crossed the square, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword.

The ruthless sword, which no one could use, excitedly wanted to break through the confinement, causing the elders to be shocked.

Yan Su sighed lightly, stepped over to the ruthless sword and pointed at the sword.

The blade of the ruthless sword began to shake, as if crying, asking Yan Su not to do this.

"You shouldn't be a sword that belongs only to me." Yan Su whispered softly and comforted softly, "Go and choose your new master."

As his words fell, a tinge of red appeared on the blade of the ruthless sword and slowly fell.

"What is this?" The deacon elder who was drinking tea was startled, and the elder who was drinking tea with him slapped his thigh, "Oh, it's a ruthless sword! Hurry up!"

Yan calendar year 3008 in Tianyi Continent, the relentless sword recognized the new master.

It is rumored that the new ruthless sword master is mediocre, I don't know what makes the ruthless sword fancy.

Yan Su glanced at the still young boy, and suddenly realized something, this child will not be the next son of destiny, right?

He shook his head and headed north.

The former magic cave has been killed by the Huangji Pagoda, and there are many more mottled marks on the Huangji Pagoda, but I don’t know if the tragedy will repeat after several reincarnations.

Yan Su has no intention of interfering in the development of the small world.

Feng Shi was dressed in red and sat cross-legged on a leaf, surrounded by a pure and upright air, and behind him, a phoenix with a neck and a high voice faintly formed.

Yan Su glanced at him with interest, it seemed that he had discovered the method of atavism.

He chuckled and embarked on a new journey.

[Ancient]

In the autumn of Yongning 27, the frontier war began.

The once high-spirited young emperor has entered his prime. He looked at the documents from the border and pressed his temples with a headache.

The woman in official uniform sitting beside her looked calm, "Is your majesty bothering you about border issues?"

"Master Qiu is as expected." Song Junzhuo smiled and looked at the circle of cabinet cronies, "Do you have anything to say?"

"We united Dayan to suppress Yongnan at first, but now Dayan is full of wings, and it's time to fight..."

"But now the main battle faction is old and old, small and small... I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Your Majesty...I would like to go!" The bearded man had vicissitudes written in his eyebrows and a firm expression.

"Master Xing..." Several civil servants in high-level official uniforms quickly persuaded, fearing that this reckless man would really go to the battlefield in a fit of rage.

"Although Xing Zhou is old, he can still fight!" Xing Zhou patted his chest, showing his sturdiness.

Song Junzhuo stroked his beard silently, his eyes full of worry.

After Yan Su left, the border was quiet for many years, which also allowed the Song Dynasty to recuperate, but what followed was the lack of talents in war.

The generals who once followed him are now fifty years old, and they have left behind dark wounds in the battle. How can he bear to let a group of veterans go through such precarious days.

"You allow me... think about it again." He waved his hand wearily, and the courtiers retired one after another.

"Your Majesty..." The **** walked in cautiously, "Are you going to see General Yan today?"

"Yes, today is his birthday." Song Junzhuo let out a heavy sigh, and coincidentally, his birthday was also the anniversary of his death.

As an emperor, it is naturally impossible to go to Yan Su's tomb to worship. He walked to the Shouxian Hall, and the **** stood at the door very consciously. The emperor walked to the side hall alone, respectfully He bowed to Yan Su's portrait, and put on a stick of incense.

"As long as Master Yan is there... who would dare to attack..." Recalling the once downfall, the chance encounter with Yan Su, and listening to him tell about his ideals, the king burst into tears.

I don't know if it was his illusion, he suddenly saw Yan Su in the portrait and laughed.

Song Junzhuo was not afraid but rejoiced, "Did the emperor come to solve my confusion?"

The portrait naturally did not move, the incense burner moved, suddenly rolled down, fell to the ground and broke a leg.

He stared blankly at the censer with his broken leg on the ground, as if he suddenly thought of something.

…

"Dayan has the intention of fighting, but today's Dayan emperor is suspicious, and there are three capable people under his command who are worthy of his right-hand man, but he is guarded by him, just need to provoke..."

"I am really a fan of the authorities!"

When Song Junzhuo opened his mouth, he said that he was blind.

…

"Shopkeeper, let's talk a little more about Yan Xiaohou." She walked to the teahouse she was used to and greeted Xiao Er.

The storyteller was a little unhappy and muttered, "I haven't gotten tired of listening to it for so many years."

Little Er glared at him, looked at Qiu Linlang quietly, saw that she didn't respond, and urged, "If you have money, you don't earn it, hurry up!"

He ran to Qiu Linlang's table with a smirk and offered her a pot of good tea, "It's coming soon, guest officer, don't be in a hurry."

Qiu Linlang slowly poured a cup of tea for herself, and nodded calmly.

The years have not made her old, but she has precipitated a temperament that is different from the popular young daughter. She turned her head and looked out the window while listening to the book.

Quan, in that case, why didn't she be such a woman?

When Yan Su left, she came to replace him. Even if she couldn't fight for him again, she could always implement his ideas, right?

It is also now that the emperor is eclectic and talented, so she has this opportunity to open an era where women can also be officials.

She wanted to see this flourishing world as he wished.

She looked back, and she seemed to see a figure hurriedly passing by.

She stood up suddenly in shock, ignoring the surprised eyes of others, and ran in the direction that person passed by.

There were people coming and going, she looked around in a daze, and turned around in disappointment.

Yes, he has been gone for so many years, how can he still appear?

"Do your best, save my sister!" Before she could leave, a young voice came from behind her.

A boy of about seven or eight years old kowtowed to passers-by, his clothes were tattered, but there was a kind of stubbornness in his eyes.

He was followed by a smaller girl, with a thin body, who did not know what had grown on her face, and looked weak and would close her eyes the next second.

Passers-by passed by him in disgust, the boy was not discouraged, his forehead was red, he just hoped that someone with a good heart could save his sister.

After some time, just when he was disappointed and wanted to change his position, he suddenly heard a female voice, "What's wrong with your sister?"

"Are you willing to come with me?" Qiu Linlang asked him patiently.

The boy seemed to think about the meaning of her words and confirmed, "Will you cure my sister?"

"Yes." Qiu Linlang said firmly.

She saw the shadow of Yan Su in this boy, and he was as stubborn as he was, unwilling to admit defeat.

It is undeniable that she was touched for a moment.

Watching the big and the small gradually go away, Yan Su showed her figure, and the people around didn't seem to see such a person suddenly appear and continue with his own business.

He shook his head slightly and walked in the opposite direction.

He saw luck in this boy, so he should take it as his compensation to Qiu Linlang.

[Tianshi]

When Yan Su came to this world again, he was startled.

Although it was brainwashed by Yan Su, under absolute balance it is also unreasonable, and outsiders like Yan Su are the objects it should expel.

But when she thinks of Yan Su's identity, she becomes uncomfortable.

As the main **** who created this world, is it reasonable to be driven out of this world by it?

Fortunately, Yan Su did nothing, just wandered around the scenery, staring blankly, pretending not to see it.

This world hasn't passed for a long time, and he occasionally hears gossip about the decline of the old Celestial Master's family, but these have nothing to do with him.

The Celestial Master Association is still standing in a position where the Celestial Masters can see at a glance, as before, Yan Su heard someone muttering.

"Aiya, did the boss forget me? Why hasn't he taken me away after so many years?" The hanged ghost stuck out his tongue and fanned himself in a fake way, "I said the little Taoist priest. , Are you tired of feasting on him every day?"

Xie Qingming's calm voice was much lower than that of the young man back then. The young Taoist priest who had grown into a young man seemed to have not heard the words of the hanged ghost, and meditated calmly beside him.

"He's not tired, he runs faster than me." Qu Lingling snorted lightly and turned her head away as if she didn't want to see Xie Qingming. , or she could see the hanged ghost hanging out in front of her with his tongue out.

It was so, she also stomped and ran away.

I haven't seen such a relaxed picture for a long time, Yan Su couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, hey, did you feel it? I felt the breath of the boss." A flamboyant figure ran in and abducted the person beside him.

The ruthless head is bright, and I don't know what to eat. After so many years, there has not been much change.

"I didn't feel it." Yue Xingzhou's tone was light, "But I heard him say let's enjoy a fortune in the middle of the night."

Yan Su was dumbfounded and could not help but admire Yue Xingzhou.

Since what he said was all about this, Yan Su could only shake his head and admit it.

It was night, a few people sat early in the open space next to the statue of Yan Su, and it rained in a short while.

The warm light and rain melted into the body, making people refreshed, and ruthlessly asked Yue Xingzhou, "Do you really have a premonition of a good fortune?"

"Fake." Yue Xingzhou spread his hands, "I'm not an immortal, how do I know."

"I just have a feeling that he came back to see us." He lay on the ground, feeling the power from the light rain, and seemed to see Yan Su in a trance.

"Hey, my body...is becoming transparent...what's the matter, and I'm discriminating against people and ghosts?" The hanged ghost shouted, pulling Xie Qingming's arm tightly and reluctant to leave.

The Hanged Man also knew that this was a good opportunity, scratched his head, and walked over.

"You...have you seen a very powerful young man?" The hanged man gestured and asked them, "The one who went down many years before me and saved a lot of people."

"Should I enter the underworld?" Niu Tau Ma glanced at each other, vaguely remembering such a person.

The Hanged Ghost was still clamoring for someone to push him, Yan Su hummed and stepped into the return journey.

The author has something to say:Today's heart (1/1)

I wanted to write birthdays, but I don’t know why, but Susu asked me to write the follow-up qaq and the birthday extras of Yan Ling and Xia Nanzhu~ See you tomorrow!