Thousand Blades of Death

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Chang'an City, outside the Daming Palace.

"Master, I wonder if your dreams are still well?"

Holy Emperor Wu Zetian looked at the sky above and muttered to himself.

At that time, he secretly attacked Tai Zi, Jiang Ziya, and succeeded, nailing his residual soul in the broken pages of the heavenly book, and sealing four places respectively.

It has been almost ten years in the past, and it is out of Jiang Ziya's puppet control. Datang's national strength is flourishing, and he is also ready to march into the West.

The sudden appearance of Ma Yuan made Wu Zetian a little uneasy, but the plan was already being implemented and could never be stopped halfway.

The Great Wall Guard's westward transfer, as an advance army, crossed the border and secretly collected intelligence from the enemy. About a year later, he would get enough information.

Holy Emperor Wu Zetian, stretched out his right hand, his wrists were like snow, crystal clear.

When the five fingers spread out, a flower emerges in the palm of your hand, and the breath it emits seems to be just like evil.

"This is my magic path."

The woman clenched her fist a little, and the flower disappeared into smoke, as if it had never appeared.

Magic Dao practice has not been accommodated in the world. In the eyes of those mediocre, organ art is the right way.

The biggest difference between the magic path and the mechanical art is that the spirit of killing is one inside and the other outside.

The magic path does not borrow foreign objects, allowing vital energy to infuse and strengthen its body. Those who use mechanical techniques borrow their weapons to support their troops.

"Alas, he thought he could understand me if he didn't practice organ skills or devil's Dao, but he still chose to believe the words of the so-called sages."

Wu Zetian sighed, losing Li Bai was also a loss for his own Datang.

"Or, he resented what he did."

At that time, in order to get the broken pages of the Heavenly Book, he sent an army into Li Bai's hometown, and the Qinglian Gate was destroyed, and the prosperous country there became a desert.

But Datang wanted to be strong and had to walk on the road where corpses accumulated.

Unifying the world, as an emperor through the ages, this is Wu Zetian's most real idea.

When the day of reunification comes, it is the moment when the whole world comes together. There is no alien discrimination and no disputes. That is the first step of true peace.

"Haha, ridiculous."

Jiang Ziya laughed at her thoughts and told her that it was impossible, waving away, and the back gradually became dazzling in the latter's eyes.

In the eyes of the old man, her imperial demeanor was nothing more than a special chess piece for the chess game.

Swire Magic Guide, this is the hidden identity of Datang Taishi. Since the establishment of Datang, this old man has existed. He is the absolute authority of Datang.

But he only occasionally came to the temple to sweep the fallen leaves and never asked Chaozhao.

Until the moment when Wu Zetian entered the palace, the old man slowly emerged, and rescued the 14-year-old girl from the cold palace as his own disciple.

At this time, people remembered that there were such people in the palace.

Dissatisfied with Wu Zetian's rule, but because there is an ancient magic guide to support her, she had to swallow her voice or was cruelly killed.

It is undeniable that Wu Zetian does have the qualification to become an emperor. She knows how to use people well, and she is also proficient in poetry, warfare, and business.

When she proclaimed herself a "holy emperor", thousands of people surrendered and dared not to obey.

The night is already late.

Despite the starry sky, the Holy Emperor had no intention of watching. The past things came to mind again, and her mood became complicated.

"Master."

The 16-year-old Wu Zetian asked his master for peace. At this time, the latter was sitting under a plane tree and gently twisting with a leaf.

Jiang Ziya said, "Zetian, what's the matter?"

Wu Zetian said, "Thanks to Master's kindness, the disciple broke through the real-name level and remembered many things from his previous life."

Jiang Ziya didn't seem interested, still looking at the phoenix leaf in his palm, and said, "Oh? Come and listen."

Wu Zetian once said about the previous life.

The man he will like is an emperor. Soon, he will invade power and create a new generation of fame, and so on.

Therefore, Jiang Ziya was under the tree, listening to his disciple talking about two past hours.

Later, Jiang Ziya seemed to sigh sincerely, "It is really rare to see such a clear past life."

Jiang Ziya asked, "Finally, did your dream come true?"

Wu Zetian's eyes flickered, and honestly said, "It seems... No, only half of the success will have no results."

The old man no longer spoke, and the texture of the sycamore leaves in his hands was very clear under his rubbing.

"It's a dream after all."

With the passage of time, Wu Zetian's memory of the previous life became thinner, so that now, she could not tell whether it was her previous life memory or a dream prediction.

At the age of nineteen, Wu Zetian ascended the throne, and he was busy with more and more things. Only the things that mattered to Jiang Ziya.

One day, she found Jiang Ziya lying down safely under the plane tree in the temple.

A generation of ancient magic guides, breathing dying.

"Master." Wu Zetian tentatively asked.

The latter opened his eyes and got up, a sycamore leaf fell, and he reached out to catch it.

Jiang Ziya said, "I played a few days ago, I went to see him."

Wu Zetian said, "He? Who can bully the master."

Like a joke, Wu Zetian smiled.

Jiang Ziya said, "That's an old naughty boy. It's completely unreasonable to do things and reason. Except for making it bad and losing his temper, he has no action."

Wu Zetian was a little weird. The master actually spoke such unreasonable words.

"Did he hurt the master?"

Jiang Ziya dismissed the expression and denied the statement, saying, "I'm running out of time, so I went to meet this old friend. It's just that we never fought and wanted to give it a try."

"Ah? The master is defeated!" Wu Zetian covered his mouth and looked surprised.

"Nonsense! Don't look at my downcast, he's not much better."

Jiang Zifang said.

"Who won that?" Wu Zetian grieved.

Jiang Ziya turned the sycamore leaves into powder and sighed, "This world is a game. The game between me and him has not yet had a result. Only after I die can I decide the true victory or defeat."

Wu Zetian no longer spoke.

She thought to herself that even Master would disappear from this world, and that her favorite Datang would be destroyed.

However, as long as Wu Zetian is in this world for a day, Datang can continue for another day.

"In a few days, let his junior, Mo Zi, come to repair Chang'an City." Jiang Ziya muttered to himself.

Wu Zetian immediately thought of who the master was talking about, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of person is Master?"

Jiang Ziya thought for a while and slowly answered,

"The heavens do not give birth to Confucius, it is like a long night."

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