The morning sun is like fire, reflecting the mountain col into a red gold.
Whether it is the rising spiritual mist or the stubbles of Yuan Valley, they are all golden, and the fragrance of the valley is fragrant, but not strong, with a natural fresh air of vegetation.
"Another crop of Yuangu is about to ripen," Emperor Minglun said calmly. "In the year I became a saint, Jigu was planted here. It was here that I condensed the divine chain of laws and destroyed a terraced field. Uncle You chased me for a whole month...I almost lost count of how familiar I became with Yuantu."
Gu Shen glared at him: "You still have the nerve to say that you are about to become a saint, but you still can't calm down. You want to come to my Jigu land to take advantage of the opportunity. You can take advantage of the opportunity and don't pay attention. If your mother hadn't stopped you, Come on, I can break your legs! Also, remember, including this year, this Yuangu is the 1,190th ripe."
"Are you ready for one thousand one hundred and ninety?" Emperor Minglun nodded, "It comes around every two years. In the blink of an eye, it has been two thousand three hundred and eighty years since Yuangu appeared in this world."
"Two thousand three hundred and eighty years?"
Gu Shen was startled, as if he had never made such an estimate before, then he waved his hand again and said: "It's meaningless to calculate these. Let's get another jar of thousand-year blood spring. Don't be stingy. I know that this stuff of yours is better than the spirit stones you hid back then." It’s all more.”
"In order to calm your anger, uncle, you emptied most of my collection." Emperor Minglun's face darkened.
"What's the matter, you are the emperor now, do you still want to use the emperor's power to get you back?" Gu Shen glanced at him sideways, not polite at all.
Emperor Minglun laughed dumbly: "No, I still remember that when my uncle was drunk, he crushed the spiritual flower that my aunt had raised for five hundred years. Later, my aunt was so angry that she burned all your treasures with real fire. ”
Gu Shen's face darkened. Even after so many years, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain when he mentioned this. His entire cellar, which was built with five hundred years of blood springs, amounted to three thousand jars. Even if he took it out If you exchange it for a spiritual stone, you can exchange it for thousands of dollars.
"Uncle, don't feel bad," Emperor Minglun chuckled again, "You are dedicated to providing food and clothing for the human race, and you have worked hard to cultivate the Ji Valley. Although my aunt is angry, why would you waste so much blood springs? Apart from taking out a hundred cans to vent your emotions , and the rest, my aunt secretly gave it to me, so to speak, it’s me who has accepted my uncle’s love.”
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Gushen kept his eyes on Emperor Minglun. He was not so annoying back then, but why did he want to beat him as his cultivation level got higher?
On the other side of the stone table, Su Qinian looked at the scene in front of him and said nothing. This was the memory of Emperor Minglun and the God of Cereals. In these memories, he would obviously not be there, and he did not want to destroy this seemingly angry atmosphere. A strong, but extremely sincere atmosphere.
While being stared at by the God of Ceres, Emperor Minglun was calm and leisurely. Instead, he poured himself a bowl of blood spring. He poured it very slowly. The crystal clear spring water was as viscous as a blood diamond, and he pulled out a bowl of viscous and crystal clear water. The silk threads rippled in the stone bowl, scattering clusters of fine spring flowers.
After accumulating half a bowl of blood fountain, the God of Grain, who was staring at Emperor Minglun, suddenly took a deep breath, and all the emotions in his eyes were put away again, becoming calm and peaceful, and said: "Don't disturb my state of mind. This method can't change my decision. If it's too soft, it will be softer. It's rotten. Old man, I have a hard heart."
After saying that, Gu Shen's eyes finally fell on Su Qinian on the other side of the stone table, and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, you are very good, but for the sake of the old man, it is really unreasonable to let an emperor's seed like you take risks for the sake of the old man alone. It's not worth it. I thought that by rejecting that old guy Jiang Yan, I would be able to live in peace and quiet here, but I didn't expect that it would cause so many waves. Old man, I have been proud all my life, but I didn't expect that it's the end of me. I still owe a favor to everyone in the world, and this favor is the hardest to repay. If there is reincarnation, the old man will continue to carry it."
After a pause, Gu Shen muttered: "I can make the decision about the Emperor's Pill. You can take it away, little brother. Maybe that person needs it more than me."
Su Qinian just shook his head gently and refused, without agreeing. Although the master was in one body and half of his body was almost petrified, he definitely couldn't take back this great elixir of the emperor's way. Not only him, but also senior brother and the others. , and will not agree.
"Uncle, why do you have to be stubborn?" Emperor Minglun sighed, "Your useful body, if you are alive, is worth tens of millions of warriors, and you will be a blessing to future generations for thousands of generations. Don't you have Daogu that you haven't successfully cultivated yet? ? As long as the poisonous power can be suppressed, there will be at least a thousand years left."
"I've heard this a thousand and eight hundred times," Gushen glanced at him, "I plant Ji Valley, Yuan Valley, and Dao Valley, not to lie on the monument. This time, if I receive this imperial decree Dadan, then there must be a second time, a third time, or even countless times. For me, many powerful people from the human race have suffered disaster. Surrounded by alien races, those vicious and vicious people do not know how many plots will be born. , This is not to save me, but to trap me in injustice. There is more than one corn god in this world, and I don’t want to be a god. My mantle, those little guys have all fulfilled their true duties, without me. I, the cultivation of Daogu, will continue to go on, so why should I disturb the world and cause turmoil in the world with my disabled body?"
Su Qinian couldn't help but be moved when he heard the words, and showed a rare look of solemnity. This was not stubbornness, but a kind of perseverance. It was Gushen's insistence on his own body and mind. If there were more human sages like this, , will be the blessing of the human race. Why should the human race not be able to continue this for eternity?
And after listening to these heartfelt words, Su Qinian also understood that it was impossible to persuade Gushen to take the Imperial Pill willingly.
In Shennong Mountain, there are so many strong people and quick-thinking people from the two great human emperor families, but in a thousand words, they are afraid of encountering someone who sticks to the bottom line. This kind of defense may be more indestructible than Tiandi, just like Su Qinian at this moment. It was sensed that although the God of Grain was riddled with the poison of hundreds of herbs, almost all his cultivation had been melted away, and his spiritual will was dim and almost undetectable, but it was not the will of reincarnation as imagined, but the realm of immortality.
Ceres God's will cultivation is in the realm of immortality. Even in Su Qin's years, although the aura of will was weak, it was more pure and concentrated than the immortal will when he stepped into the middle realm, turned into a sword, and gave birth to a sharp edge. After practicing a lot, that means that the willpower of the God of Ceres is comparable to that of the flawless king.
Not to mention, the formless Taoist heart cannot be shaken even by the emperor.
"I understand." Emperor Minglun nodded and sighed, "Think of it, although I am an emperor and have walked the imperial path, my heart is not as strong as yours, uncle."
"Okay, stop complimenting. Let's calculate how many blood fountains your aunt gave you back then. As you just said yourself, you are also a great emperor. Should the owner be honest and trustworthy when searching for the property? Should the property be returned? The original owner."
Gu Shinhwa turned around and stared at Emperor Minglun again. Emperor Minglun was startled at first by this sudden turn, and then he nodded with a wry smile and said, "Okay, I'll give it all back to you."
The God of Grain, who turned a blind eye to the Emperor's Dao Dan, was very stubborn about this old debt. He urged Emperor Minglun to get up and go to his cellar in the purple bamboo forest with a look of distrust on his face, as if he was afraid of being exposed. Emperor Lunda seems to be greedy for ink.
Others respect the human emperor for his majesty and great achievements, but the God of Ceres obviously lacks some trust in Emperor Minglun, because in the memory of the God of the Earth, this kid is a repeat offender. If he doesn't keep a close eye on him, he will be sent away tomorrow. After returning many hundreds of jars, Gu Shen would wonder if his nephew had been taken away from him.
Let's go.
Emperor Minglun stood up and walked in front with a solemn face, while the God of Grain clasped his hands behind his back and followed behind, only stopping from time to time and coughing twice. But except for the God of Grain walking out of the paddy fields in Yuan Valley, even if he looked like He was very thin, his complexion was sallow, his back was straight, he was looking forward, head held high.
Su Qinian was walking behind the God of Ceres, looking at the haggard figure in front of him, his rolled-up trouser legs, the mud on his feet, and his somewhat messy gray hair. This is what he saw. The old man who was very ordinary yet extraordinary made every human being in the place where Jigu was scattered, able to have a full stomach. (Please subscribe, thank you all for your subscriptions and tips!)
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