The strongest emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Hey, it looks so familiar."

Ye Li'er looked at a place in the valley and pointed there with a green jade finger. Du Yu also looked up and saw that it was an old castle similar to that of the elves. Du Yu took Ye Li'er's hand and shouted:

"Let's go over and have a look."

Ye Lier nodded and let Du Yu pull her over with her pink face.

"Oh, we meet again."

Du Yu was about to enter the castle in sight, but was stopped by someone.

"Hand over the man on your back and you may pass."

There was a cold light in the man's eyes, and before he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand came back first. Du Yuhuai broke the sword and flew out, and a sword light hit the man's dagger hard.

"bump."

Dust flew up from the ground, and Du Yu had a smile on his lips. The smile was very faint, and then dust flew up from the ground. The man vaguely saw that Du Yu had lost his trace, and was replaced by thousands of troops who did not know when they appeared.

"Fight, buzz."

The man vaguely heard these two handwritings, but could not distinguish the source of the sound. Immediately afterwards, a sword light fell from the sky, and with the sword light came the ubiquitous hum of sword drawing.

The man was a little stunned. He couldn't judge the direction of the sword light. In other words, he had no way to dodge and could only pick up the dagger in his hand to resist.

"Buzz."

The sound of mosquitoes humming again sounded. Du Yu put away his dagger and picked up the stunned Ye Lier, with a look of desolation in his eyes that was inconsistent with his age.

"Click, click."

The man seemed very angry that Du Yu ignored him, but soon, the dagger in his hand broke, and then his neck was split into two pieces by the sharp weapon. The all-pervasive sword light penetrated his body, and it transformed behind Du Yu. The sky was filled with ashes.

"It is indeed a famous sword."

The psychic Taoist sighed in Du Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The man's strength was almost the same as that of Du Yu, but it was just a face-to-face encounter. It only took a few breaths between drawing the sword and sheathing it, and he was completely cut into pieces. This was after the sword had been broken. It is hard to imagine what would happen if If the sword is intact, it must be so sharp.

"Old man, is there any difference between today's cultivation and ancient times?"

The desolation in Du Yu's eyes had not dissipated for a long time. When he drew his sword, he saw the indomitable general in the wind and sand, and his courage to do it knowing that he would die.

Then I thought about the white bones of Kai Kai on the ground and the inexplicable scars on the bones in the cave for so many years. In the future, I will become one of the thousands of bones like them.

"No, you are destined to reach the top."

The psychic old man comforted him with a smile, but Du Yu just rolled his eyes, and then walked towards the castle with Ye Li'er in his arms who still had not recovered from consciousness.

"Yes, you can put me down now."

Ye Lier blushed and said in Du Yu's arms.

Du Yu gently put her on the ground, and then he saw that there was a huge river spanning in front of the castle. In front of the river was a small wooden house. Du Yu looked at the sky and saw that it was already getting late, so he took Ye Lier with him. Walking towards the wooden house with his hand.

"anyone there?"

Du Yu knocked the dust off the wooden house.

"bump."

Although Du Yu didn't use much force, perhaps the wooden door had long since decayed and quickly shattered. There was an old bed, a table and chairs in the room, and an unfinished notebook on the table.

Ye Lier was a little flustered and did not follow Du Yu in.

Du Yu walked into the room slowly, without touching the bed or the table. He just stretched out his hand and gently picked up the notebook.

The handwriting was made of sheepskin, so it was a simple yellow color. Du Yu took it in his hand, patted the dust on it, and then turned to the first page.

"If you come here, then please drop a drop of blood on this notebook."

Du Yu was about to turn the page, but soon found that the note could not be opened any further. Du Yu rolled his eyelids and asked in the sea of ​​consciousness:

"Old man, there won't be anything provocative in this note."

The psychic Taoist replied angrily: "Just put some of your blood on it."

Du Yu then used a spiritual energy to cut his finger and carefully dripped a drop of blood on it, as if his own blood was some great treasure.

When the psychic Taoist saw this scene, he rolled his eyelids helplessly and didn't want to pay attention to this pretentious guy.

For any cultivator, there is basically no problem of excessive blood loss. Du Yu's cautious appearance just suddenly felt that his blood was valuable. In the final analysis, he was stingy.

After Du Yu's blood dripped on the note, the second page was quickly opened. Well, only the second page was opened.

"Fuck."

Du Yu couldn't help but exclaimed, deeply feeling that this note was cheating.

But I still opened the page and began to read the writing on it carefully.

The first page of the parchment reads: "Why not fight."

You asked me this again, but I can only sigh. The broken flag has long lost the pride it once had.

"Bangdang..."

This new body has terrifying remaining power, and it was easy for me to pick up the broken flag.

The rust stains from the perspective, the bright red color on the broken flagpole, and the broken flag feathers that are already covered with dust, silently tell the traces of the hardships on it back then.

The look in your eyes is unprecedentedly disappointing, touch.

Suddenly he snatched the flag feather from my hand, his mouth curled up, half in anger, half sigh:

"Yi Ming, do you have any memory of that figure who looked back upon death?"

"Things come and go, it's easy to get together and easy to part ways. Now that things have happened, I have no intention of saying more. Go slowly and I won't see you off this time."

I looked blank, and my tone was half confused, half sighing. My adoptive father left in a hurry, but the withered grass could no longer exude any vitality. And you also chose to leave, so of course you have your reasons.

I lay down at a loss on the thick dust on the ground, which had obviously not been cleaned up for a long time. You looked at me helplessly, feeling sorry for my misfortune and angry at me.

"Yiming, have you given up all your efforts over the years?"

bump……

I picked up the already opened wine jar on the ground, put it to my lips, took a bite, and then smashed it to pieces.

My hands were scratched with blood from broken porcelain pieces, and I seemed to have gained a rare clarity:

"My foster father's secret room is down there. If it were you, you should know its meaning."

Facing the boundless darkness, I seemed to see the resolute figure from my youth. Although he was vicious enough to burn a city, he could always reveal a ray of tenderness for the longing in his heart:

"At that moment, it can be considered as completing the goal."

Du Yu looked at it again and again, but didn't seem to get any information, so he started to ask the psychic Taoist:

"Old man, is this person named Yiming the owner of this handwriting? And is there a lot of treasures in the so-called secret room?"