Night, Wudang Mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng was staring at the stars in the sky, watching the stars at night.
The crape myrtle is swaying, and the light is confusing and guarding the heart.
The old man sweeping the floor in the Gaozu Temple on Wudang Mountain also walked tremblingly to Zhang Sanfeng's side.
"The heart is the bright hall, and the temple is full of confusion. If you keep the heart full of confusion, the master will change the government, and the Lord will take away the merits."
Translated, it means that the heart represents the emperor's Mingtang, and it is closely related to Yinghuo. It is called "Yinghuo Temple". Yinghuo guards the heart, which symbolizes the emperor's funeral or the disappearance of the country.
Zhang Sanfeng gave the old man a slightly surprised look.
"Back then, I killed too much and my body was full of hidden wounds. I should have died long ago. It was only because of your rescue that I am still alive today. I have spent these years cultivating myself and reciting the Taoist canon. Now I can't carry a knife to kill people. I can only look at the stars! "
The ruthless man who was full of murderous intent and ignored others has now become an old man who sweeps the floor and gazes at the stars. Even Zhang Sanfeng can't help but sigh, things in the world are impermanent.
"Looks like I have to go down the mountain!"
Zhang Sanfeng's words moved the old man's face.
"When Emperor Gao passed away, you didn't come down from the mountain. Why now..."
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, then took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Shrink the ground into an inch, take a step thousands of feet.
The old man sweeping the floor was left alone. He looked at the sky and saw that the stars were dim and unclear, and the Wenqu, Wuqu and Shensu tools were dim. After a long while, the old man picked up the broom and headed towards the ancestral hall.
"Hey, what a troubled time!"
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Above the Shendu Night Market, the lights were brightly lit.
Bustling crowds, row upon row of shops, and endless hawkers on the streets.
Since the collapse of the former Tang Dynasty, the land of China has been divided among princes, and disputes have continued.
It was not until the former Qin that the Central Plains was unified, but within a few years of peace there was another century of disputes, and then the iron hoofs of Daqian and Houjin went south and trampled on the Central Plains.
Even though Emperor Taizu Gao unified the world, he was still on the Northern Expedition.
As a historical torrent, this is inevitable for the revival of China, but for ordinary people, a peaceful life is the real thing.
It was not until today that he succeeded to the throne that he had the appearance of governing the world.
Externally, he harmonizes with the various tribes and settles down the Guanhe River. Internally, he cultivates benevolent government and brings peace to the common people.
Build water conservancy projects and encourage farmers to grow mulberry trees.
Dredge canals and open up maritime trade.
Even though there were frequent natural disasters, the Great Zhou Dynasty still had the prototype of a prosperous age, and the world was at peace.
No matter how future generations evaluate it, I am a concubine in this dynasty, and I am very lucky!
An old charcoal seller was selling charcoal. Unlike the charcoal sellers in the previous Tang Dynasty, the old man was dressed warmly, had a ruddy complexion and was in good spirits.
In the original Gyeonggi Province, there were still cancerous gang members, ranging from big ones like the Cao Gang, to small ones like the Volcano Society that monopolized charcoal, to street gangsters and ruffians.
Although it cannot be said that the situation is dire, the people are indeed unbearable.
The joint actions of Yang Qingyuan, Dali Temple and Liumen have wiped out all the gangs in the Gyeonggi area within a few years.
"Brother, your charcoal fire is pretty good!"
Next to the old charcoal seller, there was also an old man, but he sold sugar paintings.
While chatting, the old sugar painting man did not stop. The spoon in his hand trembled, and in an instant, a sugar painting of a horse appeared on the iron plate.
"What a skill!" Tan Weng, who was watching this action, exclaimed, "With this skill, you must be living a good life!"
The old man with sugar paintings smiled reservedly, "I inherited this from my ancestors. It's a pity that the business has only been good in the past ten years. Before, how many people who were homeless and hungry could afford to buy sugar paintings!? "
Sugar paintings have never been a necessity for survival, but a spice of life.
The middle-aged couple selling wontons on the side couldn't stand the look of the old man making sugar paintings.
The middle-aged woman who was clearing away the bowls said with a smile, "Uncle, don't listen to Uncle Li's pretense. With the money he saved over the years, he not only bought a wife for his son, but also bought a house in this divine city. A little house!”
Hearing this, Uncle Li also laughed and scolded, "You and your wife are still saying that I suffered the hardships of those local gangsters back then. The monthly hard work money, mediation money, street cleaning money, all combined, my income is only half of what I make now." . On the other hand, you have met with good times from the beginning. The emperor is a sage, and Yang Qingtian is a powerful minister, and he has dealt with all the ruffians. Otherwise, how could you laugh so happily!"
In Gyeonggi Province now, to set up a stall on a specific street, you only need to pay 60 cents of street cleaning money every month to get permission to set up a stall, which is divided into two cents per day.
If someone dares to bully others, or if they are gangsters who want to cause trouble, there is no need to report them to the police, the police patrolling the streets will take care of them.
The charcoal seller also sighed with emotion, "Yes! Thanks to the Emperor! Otherwise, my charcoal would have been forcibly bought at a low price by the people from the Volcano Society."
While the charcoal seller was talking, a man in a brocade robe who looked like a steward came over.
"Uncle, how can you sell this charcoal?"
"Not expensive, not expensive, twelve cents a pound."
Charcoal was a luxury item in ancient times, and it was not something that ordinary people could afford.
It would be great if ordinary people can have firewood for burning!
After hearing the price, the steward thought it was fair. "In this case, I want this car. Send it to Li's house in Changpingfang! I'll give you one, two, and five cents!"
"okay!"
The charcoal seller got the money, couldn't help smiling on his face, then picked up the car and left with the steward.
The people in the night market couldn't stop smiling.
Pedestrians laughed and sang songs, and the houses of the villagers were full of food.
There is no better sign of prosperity than this.
Two police officers patrolling the streets with six doors greeted people and patrolled the streets.
Although the ruffians are gone, petty theft is always indispensable.
"Brother! It seems that we returned empty-handed today!"
The young detective spoke.
"Isn't it good to be empty-handed? Only empty-handed means our street is peaceful! Hahaha!"
"Snow!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed to the sky and said in surprise.
It’s only October and it’s snowing!
There will be snow and frost in October, and the warehouses will be full of food next year.
Just when everyone was lamenting that the snow came very early this year, "Winter!...Winter!"
From the direction of Miyagi, a dull bell suddenly sounded.
One voice after another resounded throughout Kyoto.
"What's going on?! Why are you ringing the bell so late at night!?"
"Winter! Winter! Winter!"
The noisy long streets of Shendu Night Market gradually became quiet as the bells rang.
Everyone was waiting for the bells to end, and silently prayed in their hearts that the bells would ring less.
Whether an emperor is the lord of sage or not is not only evaluated by Qingshi.
These ordinary people, who are as inconspicuous as ants, know better whether the person in the high position is a good emperor.
Because great achievements can be faked! But the people of Li are getting better and better, so we can’t fake it!
"How many times did a set of bells ring?" A person in the crowd asked tremblingly. He felt that he had counted wrongly.
The fortune teller next to him was the most proficient in mathematics, but at this time, he thought too much that he had made a mistake in counting.
"Forty-five."
Forty-five, the number ninety-five.
The bell rings forty-five, the sound of great mourning.
There is only one person in the world who can bear the sound of great mourning.
The two policemen who were patrolling the streets knelt down facing the direction of Miyagi.
Beside them, more and more people knelt down one by one.
Five people, ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people...
Officials, big and small, and dignitaries at all levels in the city of God, even those who had fallen asleep, put on their clothes, walked to the courtyard, looked in the direction of the palace, and knelt down.
The royal guards inside and outside the imperial city all put down their weapons and knelt before the king.
In the entire imperial city, there was only the sound of falling snow and the echoing sound of bells.
In the twenty-fourth year of Yong'an, on the ninth day of October, the first snow fell in the ten states of Qingzhou, You, Bing, Ji, Qi, Yu, Yang, Jing, Liang and Qin.
In the twenty-fourth year of Yong'an, on the ninth day of October, Emperor Zhou was buried!
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Thousands of miles away, Yang Qingyuan, who was escaping, suddenly felt a rush of emotion.
His cultivation is close to that of heaven and earth, and every whim must have a cause.
Who's in trouble? !
Although there was doubt in his heart, Yang Qingyuan did not slow down at all.
"What's wrong, Master?!"
Zhao Min, who was held in his arms, felt something strange about Yang Qingyuan, "Master, what's wrong?!"
"fine?!"
Yang Qingyuan shook his head, and then accelerated again. Now he could do nothing but continue to escape with Zhao Min.
Behind him, he was chasing an unprecedentedly powerful opponent.
Not only is Xu Fu's martial arts unfathomably high, his light kung fu is also among the best in the world, called Zongyi Climbing Immortal Steps.
It is a peerless light skill created by Emperor Shitianhua who spent thousands of years gathering martial arts from thousands of schools. When using it, the whole body is surrounded by true energy, just like an immortal coming to earth, strolling leisurely in the garden, feeling like an immortal, controlling the wind and walking in the air.
Yang Qingyuan was very confident in his Qing Gong, but he didn't dare to relax in the face of Xu Fu.
"Minmin, let's go north first! Is there any prosperous town on the border of Daqian?"
They were hiding in the city, hiding among the people in Zhendian. How could Xu Fu find them? !
"In the southern border of Daqian, there is Tianmaji. It is the gathering place of Daqian and Dazhou smugglers. They usually trade there. There is a mixture of fish and dragons here. This monster will definitely not be able to find us in a short time!"
"Okay! Let's go to Tianmaji!"
After saying this, Yang Qingyuan's feet quickened and accelerated again, heading towards the northeast.
Although Yang Qingyuan was afraid of Xu Fu's Qinggong, Xu Fu, who had always considered himself a god, was even more doubtful about life at this moment.
Because God lost to a mortal in speed.
Ever since he created the Zongyi Immortal Step, he felt that no one in the world could beat him in Qinggong. This was the only time in hundreds of years that he met someone he couldn't catch up with!
"It's useless! How can you run away? Not even a drop of Lingguang Immortal blood can escape my pursuit."
Xu Fu smelled the smell left in the air and was completely intoxicated. In his eyes, Zhao Min was ginseng fruit and Tang Monk meat.
The immortal blood of Lingguang attracts the phoenix blood in Xu Fu's body all the time.
The phoenix blood that Xu Fu captured back then was not pure, causing his appearance to still slowly age.
This is also the reason why Xu Fu always wears a mysterious ice mask. The mysterious ice mask can prevent his aging, but it cannot cure it.
There was no problem with his Sacred Heart Art, and it must be that the phoenix blood was not pure enough, so Xu Fu started his plan to find the phoenix blood.
He searched through the classics and finally found a record.
Ancient fragments record that it is said that the four spirits of the sky, the Suzaku, once stopped at the Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue, and left the Suzaku Picture, one of the true shapes of the Five Mountains, on the Hengshan Mountain. Not only that, the classics also recorded that the Suzaku left a drop. The hard work is in Hengshan, so Hengshan can become one of the Five Mountains among the mountains.
Zhurong is rising from the ground, but you can't see it in the light smoke.
Zhurong is the god of fire in mythology, and Suzaku is also a fire god.
Although he had some guesses in his mind, no matter how Xu Fu searched, he searched the entire Hengshan Mountain and could not find any clues.
Later, in order to find a way to not grow old, he came to Daqian and accidentally met two-year-old Zhao Min.
Although Zhao Min was young at that time, she had profound blessings. When she was four years old, her luck experienced a qualitative change. She hoped that her luck would be like a canopy covering the top, and a true phoenix would enter her destiny.
Such a person is the best candidate to draw out Lingguang's blood.
So Xu Fu appeared and planted a seed of fear in Zhao Min's heart, and forcibly accepted her as his disciple, teaching him a set of martial arts specifically designed to attract the blood of Lingguang Immortal.
Xu Fu created a pseudo-"reverse innate" technique based on Phoenix Blood and Sacred Heart Technique.
Practicing this martial art will not produce a trace of true energy, but it will constantly change Zhao Min's qualifications, just like rebelling against his innate nature.
The reason why it is "fake" is because this method is still thirty-three levels short of truly transforming from acquired to innate!
However, Huangtian paid off, and Xu Fu's ten years of planning were not in vain.
Zhao Min came to Hengshan and elicited Lingguang Immortal Blood.
Now he is just one step away from becoming truly immortal.
After thinking about immortality, Xu Fu chased in the direction Yang Qingyuan left.
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Yang Qingyuan galloped northeast for five hours and left the Gobi Desert.
Gradually, there were caravans on the road.
But no one in the caravan along the way saw Yang Qingyuan's appearance clearly, they just thought it was a gust of wind blowing by.
"It seems like something passed just now!"
A Yuan Hua realm warrior who was responsible for escorting the caravan felt that he had seen something!
But he really didn’t see it clearly!
"Master Li! You must have seen it wrong! There is nothing!?"
The people in the caravan looked around and didn't see any human figures. The grassland was endless as far as the eye could see. Even if there were people just now, where were they now?
"Master Li may have worked too hard last night! Why not go back to the car and have a good rest!"
Although he said this, the caravan boss was complaining in his heart, if you ordered three girls at once in the entertainment last night, would you be a great martial artist? ! Your waist is bleeding now!
Anyone else go there? Not even a bird!
The caravan boss was more or less jealous of the fact that Hero Li could deal with three marrow-washing and drum-beating witches in one night!
After hearing this, Hero Li also looked around and found no one passing by.
Could it be that last night's battle with one against three consumed too much energy, leading to kidney failure? ! It seems that I will still have to exercise moderation in the future!
When someone said that, Daxia Li also felt that his waist was aching.
Yang Qingyuan and Zhao Min disappeared in a flash. Naturally, they didn't know what these people were talking about. "Master, are you so awesome?!"
Zhao Min's admiration for Yang Qingyuan has reached a higher level now!
She originally thought that Li Chimei's Qinggong was unparalleled in the world, but it was still insignificant in front of Yang Qingyuan.
Yang Qingyuan actually spent five hours running for her from the Gobi Desert to this grassland.
This kind of speed is beyond what Zhao Min can imagine.
Not to mention Zhao Min, even another Blue Star person wouldn't be able to understand this speed.
Let alone a sweaty BMW, even if it’s a Dodge Tomahawk, Astor Martin, Pagani... so what? !
Regardless of long-term sustained speed, based on the ultimate instantaneous speed, the unit of measurement should be Mach.
"You just realized how powerful I am?!"
Temporarily getting rid of the old immortal Xu Fu, Yang Qingyuan was free to joke with Zhao Min!
"Master, why don't you come to my Prince Liang's Mansion! Waiting for my father to proclaim himself emperor, you will be the first king who will never be easy!"
The price has increased! Zhao Min went straight to the game and offered the highest price they could offer.
Wangjue, this is the title of the six founding kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The throne of the founding kings can only be passed down to three generations. After three generations, they will be reduced to dukes and retire with the country.
And Zhao Min directly opened a throne that would never be easy and would last for generations.
Yang Qingyuan said, "Minmin, you are really a master at painting cakes! Your father is now a prince. If it is passed to your brother, the title will change from prince to county king. Just like that, you dare to grant me a The throne that will last forever?!"
It really doesn’t cost anything to draw a cake!
Zhao Min didn't have any embarrassment at being teased by Yang Qingyuan like this!
"Master is a prodigy in this world. He can secure the nation through civility, rule the country through martial arts, strategize with wisdom, and command the three armies with his commander-in-chief. If I have your help, how difficult will it be for me, Prince Liang, to seize the throne?!"
Yang Qingyuan nodded, "Well, you played well, don't play it next time!"
The cows on this grassland are going to the sky!
"We have seen seven or eight caravans along the way! Think about it, we are not far from Tianmaji. Try to have lunch at Tianmaji."
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Just half an hour after Yang Qingyuan passed by, Xu Fu also passed by quickly.
Of course, there is a reason why chasing people is more troublesome than running away, but why is Yang Qingyuan still holding Zhao Min? !
This girl is not old, but she is not a skinny girl.
He is neither short nor too flat, but rather tall and curvy. At the age of fifteen, he is already on the verge of crushing Liu Wangshu, so naturally he is not light at this weight.
Therefore, Yang Qingyuan's Qinggong is still much better than Xu Fu's.
In the caravan just now, Daxia Li was about to get into the car to rest when he suddenly felt another strong wind blowing through him.
"It seems like something happened again?!"
This time, Daxia Li didn't ask anyone else, but muttered something in a low voice. However, when he looked around, he still found nothing familiar.
Daxia Li rubbed his brows. It was indeed because he worked too hard last night!
Finally, he climbed into the car and took a nap to regain his energy.
Xu Fu estimated the direction of Yang Qingyuan's escape. It seemed that Yang Qingyuan wanted to hide in Tianmaji with the ginseng fruit.
"So what?! At worst, we'll kill all the people gathered here on Pegasus!"
The coldness in Xu Fu's eyes was worse than the Xuanbing mask on his face, but even such coldness could not extinguish his enthusiasm for Zhao Min.
No one can stop me from becoming immortal! No one can!
