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why?

Because in the final battle of the Ba Jue Ceremony, Chu Yi, who fought with Su Wangyou decisively, is the purest warrior in the world. He only needs to fight and win. He doesn't have to be afraid of failure. You don't have to think about failure. You won or lost. It doesn't matter, because Chu Yi...fight for the sake of fighting.

And Chu Wushuang outside the city of Zangfeng...can't fail, only win. He was forced to regain the name he had abandoned for more than 20 years. He was burdened with too much, and his sword intent was no longer pure. Even with a strong desire to win or lose, his no longer pure fighting will can't match the young man who was single-minded to fight but never win.

And Human Sovereign... even far inferior to Chu Wushuang outside the city of Zangfeng, he is not even strong enough for even the most basic sense of victory!

He always felt that there was still room for buffering, and he was unwilling to go all out, and he didn't even want to hurt Lan Jianzhu too much...

Compared with him, Lan Juanzhu is much better, although he has a lot to consider.

Human Emperor is a very impure warrior.

How can he be pure, how dare he be pure?

Xia Guo is not an ancient country!

The monarch of the ancient country can be a pure warrior as he pleases-can the emperor of human beings?

he can not.

The things he carries on his shoulders are definitely not less than anyone else!

Therefore, the Emperor is destined to be unable to become a pure warrior.

That's why he always loses.

But now, Lan Langzhu understood all of this and put all the choices and answers before the emperor.

Get rid of shackles, forget responsibilities... Fight like a pure warrior.

————Or die.

The Emperor still can’t make a decision--even if this option is obvious, but sometimes, there are things that can’t be forgotten if you say you forget, or you can lose if you say you lose it, especially if the Emperor has been responsible for thousands of years. Really can't let it go.

Until Lan Langzhu said a word.

"Your son is very good. He is more suitable to be an emperor than you. Even if you die, he will probably manage Xia very well, and this time there is no Confucian bugs. In future history books, his achievements Probably more than your entire biography of the trash emperor."

"..." The emperor's voice suddenly became a little confused, and there was a kind of relief, "Really..."

"Of course." Lan Langzhu looked at the emperor seriously, and said: "I never lie."

Haughty like blue tired bamboo, naturally disdain to deceive.

The Emperor was silent for a long time, and sighed long.

He raised his head, looked at Lan Langzhu, and said to him: "As you wish."

Lan Langzhu finally smiled. At this moment, he knew that the person standing in front of him would no longer be an emperor with arms and legs, but a longevity with full firepower.

The opponent has become stronger. This is something that makes people feel unhappy anyway, but Lan Langzhu is very happy with a smile.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

Subsequently, the two punched each.

The wind is raging, as if to destroy everything.

At the moment of life and death, Lan Langzhu suddenly pulled out such a fragment from a small corner deep in his memory.

It was because both of them were six-year-old children, and there was no saying that the prince was not too shameless. At that time, it was not Tai Fu Shaofu who taught the two, but a Confucian disciple named Qi Ruyu.

————At that time, the battle of the gods and white tigers had not erupted, and the Confucianism at that time was not the Confucianism now.

The Confucian disciple named Qi Ruyu was very young, and because of an opportunity to be appreciated by the previous monarch Xia, he was invited to teach his two sons--but he was a little nervous.

A young man in his early twenties taught the future emperor...

But no matter what, you have to do it with your heart. In order to conceal his nervousness, Qi Ruyu can be very serious and strict—but he was quickly seen through by the six-year-old Lan Juanzhu, but also Lan Juanzhu Without breaking, Qi Ruyu's homework is exaggerated for other six-year-old children, but for Lan Juanzhu, it is just a matter of effort.

But... his brother, Lan Guizhu, is not so easy.

The majestic Prince Young Master (self-appointed) slapped the table and said that today he is not allowed to eat without finishing his homework.

The six-year-old Lan Juanzhu sneered and finished his homework in twos or twos. The 20-year-old Prince Young Master watched for half an hour but couldn't find a mistake.

Then... just waiting.

From three poles on the sun to the starry moon, Lan Guizhu still failed to finish his homework.

The Prince and Young Teacher, who left the class as early as 4 o’clock in the afternoon, did not actually leave. Instead, he stayed outside the door and observed quietly. He was angry and distressed: "Why is your Royal Highness so stupid... Go and read his brother’s answer. If it’s not possible, you can also ask the maid to bring some food back to cushion your stomach. What if you get hungry?"

The most outstanding among the younger generation of Confucianism, and the country's pillar that Xia Guo optimistic about, was anxious at this time like an old mother.

Six-year-old Lan Tienzhu was lying on the rubble-paved roof, and the two below could not find him.

"Really abide by the rules and refuse to work around..."

The fist collided with the fist, and the destructive force seemed to swallow everything around him, and an enlightenment suddenly rose from the bottom of Lan Langzhu's heart.

Before being swallowed by that devastating force, he whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"You are free... brother."

Chapter 20 The Return of the World Destroyer

Three to one.

Li Buwu, Ji Jun prisoner, Mo Qianzhong, the three of them add up to deal with one Li Xingzhi.

The world's number one swordsman, Sect Master Shenluo, and the deepest hidden member of Ye Jin Tian Ming.

Three-to-one sounds a bit unfair, but when the combined age of these three people is not enough for each other, it is not so unfair.

————They have already tried to hand in.

The suppression was miserable.

It shouldn't be so miserable.

Li Buwu and Ji Jun's talents were both a big level higher than Li Xingzhi. Even if they were too young, they would not be able to beat them for a while, they should not be suppressed, not to mention there is a Mo Qianzhong next to them.

But this is the fact.

None of the three of them looked good, and among them, Ji Jun was the most.

They all know the reason for being suppressed.