It was the early morning of the 6th of October in the year 3021.
In the northern lands, blizzards howl,
This world was very complicated. After transmigrating for ten years and being an unknown little monk for ten years, Lan Zishan had flipped through countless books.
"A thousand years ago, the Earth was pulled into the battlefield of the heavens and then fought against the myriad races."
After that, the humans had been pale and forced to start a marriage alliance.
And now, it had been 300 years.
The current Earth was ruled by the major families and dynasties. There were ability users, demon cultivators, mecha operators, mutants, and all kinds of cultivation.
On the other hand, the poor could only hope to be talented and become an ability user.
And all of this had nothing to do with a small monk.
....
However, it was also related to the small monk.
This era had inherited the technological communication system from a thousand years ago. Weibo, and even Western Facebook were still around.
Therefore, someone posted a video on Weibo.
The location was Qingfeng Mountain, Qingfeng Temple.
The scene was inside the temple hall.
A mischievous girl in a purple dress looked at a small monk and said.
"Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again.”
"Little monk, I'm leaving. I won't be coming back again.”
"Little monk, fourth conversion!"
A short video vividly described the love and hate.
Someone dug out the girl's identity.
The First Princess of Yu Dynasty, Yu Qixiu.
The current king of Yu Dynasty, Yu Lie's favorite daughter, was lively and kind. Soon, they would enter the 300th year of peace.
The little monk's identity was also dug out. He was Lan Zishan from Clear Wind Temple.
The last scene was Yu Qixiu leaving.
She didn't cry much, but her extremely sad eyes were engraved in the hearts of every spectator.
It was like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely.
There were many bullet comments.
"This marriage alliance has lasted for 300 years. In the Nine States, there are the Yu Dynasty, the Wu Dynasty, and the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Every ten years, the three dynasties and the Western Dynasty must marry their most beloved daughter to the marriage alliance.”
"It's the same in the west. There's no other way. The human dynasties can't fight against the foreign races in the Heavens Battlefield at all. They can only marry and obtain peace. This little monk will eventually be lonely and bitter..."
"Sigh, there are too many tragic love stories like this.”
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This was the first generation of the Nine Prefectures and Heluo, the Yu Dynasty.
It has millions of troops and hundreds of cities under its jurisdiction.
There were mechas in the sky and armed helicopters patrolling.
The people live and multiply,
Meanwhile, in the main city of Heluo Qiu City, a huge Qin palace stood tall. In the Wind Watching Palace, Yu Qixiu was looking at herself in the mirror.
She had exquisite makeup on her cute face.
It was extremely beautiful.
Yu Qixiu did not smile or show any expression. He just let her put on makeup indifferently. His parents behind him were no longer domineering. Instead, their eyes were desolate and extremely reluctant.
Over the years, all the daughters who had never returned from the marriage had died tragically. They had all been tortured to the extreme.
However, for the sake of his country, Yu Lie could only endure it.
He endured his anger.
"Qixiu, father has let you down."
Yu Lie, a two-meter-tall man, the strongest king of the Iron Blood Dynasty, was also a venerable king.
In this world, ability users were divided into ten levels. The highest level was level ten, followed by half-step Supreme King, Supreme King, and so on.
But now, he could only say helplessly.
In front of the mirror, Yu Qixiu said softly, looking at her father without any resentment,
She said softly,
"Father, don't blame yourself. This is what the daughters of the dynasties have done.”
"I only blame myself for not taking good care of my parents. After I leave, take good care of yourselves.”
She cried again until the room was quiet.
Yu Qixiu pushed open the screen in the Wind Gazing Palace and looked in the direction of Green Crest Mountain in the north. Tears kept dripping.
"I'm sorry, little monk. I can't listen to your stories anymore.”
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