In the ninety-third year of Yongxing's reign, Chen Shen, who had been practicing in seclusion in the house, came out of seclusion again.
He took Mu Xiaojin to a funeral.
King An is dead!
The powerful vassal king who had dominated the southern region for thousands of years was suppressed by Emperor Yongxing and has been living in the imperial city.
He and his brother Zhenbei Wang's family lived as mortals for the rest of their lives, and they were happy, which made up for the sibling affection.
But he is no longer a monk, and his life in the mortal world lasts only a few hundred years.
The King of Zhenbei was deposed for many years, so he passed away twenty years ago.
Now it is the turn of King An, the famous king of the Great Xia vassal, who passed away in the spring of this year.
"Qingqing is originally from the imperial family. I wish King An to be an ordinary person in his next life." Yu Qing, who was once the master of Ziyuan Jinlin, sighed. He was dressed in simple white clothes and wore a white scarf.
Those who came to express condolences were all former friends, mostly Ziyuan Qi Luck Masters.
In front of the mourning hall, there were two old people dressed in white and crying.
They were a pair of children of King An. The prince and princess Li Yue had enjoyed all the glory, but now they were mortals and their years were gone.
Behind them, a middle-aged man was also kneeling.
It was Tianzun Li Wu. He was wearing sackcloth and mourning, kneeling in front of King An's coffin with a heavy look on his face.
King An was very kind to him, so he guarded Li Yunhua's body as his adopted son.
Chen Shen and Zhang Ping also arrived, dressed in white clothes, standing aside to observe silence.
"Aunt, uncle, my condolences." A young man wearing a python robe came outside the door.
He is rich and handsome, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger. He is none other than Li Xuan, the sage grandson who is at the height of his power in the imperial city.
Of course, Yongxing would know about the death of King An as soon as possible, and having Shengsun come would be considered a face-saving measure.
Everyone knows that half of the credit for the current prince's ability to secure his position in the East Palace is due to this man.
It can be said that the grandson of the emperor who comes to express his condolences will most likely be the future son of Da Xia.
Shengsun was also the most distinguished guest among the guests who came to express condolences.
King An's death was only known to a few people including Ziyuan Qi Luck Master and the emperor of the current dynasty, and it was carried out according to secular etiquette without raising any troops or crowds, so there were no further guests to visit.
In the evening, everyone gathered together and had a simple meal.
"Master Chen Shen is still young and handsome, but I am old and my appearance is gone." Li Yue, an old woman, came to Chen Shen's table and toasted a few glasses of wine. She looked at Chen Shen, who had never aged, and sighed.
"Dongzhou Mahayana has become a taboo, and transcending tribulations has become the ceiling of the human world. Thousands of years later, we will grow old like my aunt and die. It's just a matter of sooner or later."
It was not Chen Shen who spoke, but Saint Sun Li Xuan.
He stayed here as a close relative and did not leave after expressing his condolences. Instead, he was drinking at a table with the young-looking Chen Shen and others.
"Then it seems that I have to wait a little longer on Huangquan Road." Li Yue smiled, then looked at Mu Xiaojin and said:
"Chen Shensheng is so good-looking that I have had a heart-beating moment. I once thought about which lucky girl would be able to stay with Master Chen for half my life. It turned out to be Miss Mu Xiaojin. As expected, there are not many women in the world who can do that. To stand shoulder to shoulder with you.”
Mu Xiaojin was dressed in plain white clothes and didn't embellish anything, but she still couldn't hide her slender and graceful figure. Her eyes were as clear as lake water, her eyelashes were long and curved, and her nose was delicate and pretty.
Quiet and elegant, with graceful and delicate cheeks, and a pink face that can be broken by blowing, she looks like a beauty with national beauty and heavenly fragrance.
Of course, Mu Xiaojin became more and more beautiful, and Chen Shen felt that he had a small part of the credit for it.
However, upon hearing this, the alluring wife felt a little shy, and grabbed Chen Shen's clothes with her slender hands.
"Speaking of which, when will my nephew bring a girl to meet my aunt? It would be nice if I could see the most outstanding genius of our Li family get married before he dies."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Li Yue changed the subject, looked at Shengsun again, and said.
She hated Wenguang and did not like to see Yongxing, but she had a clear grudge and she still had a good impression of this most talented saint-grandson.
Li Xuan's face turned slightly red. Neither his emperor's grandfather nor his prince's father had ever urged him to get married. Moreover, he was born a martial arts fanatic, so he had never thought about this.
...
In the second half of the night, everyone was almost drunk.
"Everyone, I will come to see King An off early tomorrow morning. I can't accompany him today. I have a treasure in my family." Zhang Ping resigned.
Zhang Hua's son, his grandson, got married last year and gave birth to a lovely daughter, who was left to his grandfather to raise while he and his wife went to work hard in their careers.
It is said that children born with good genes should be outstanding. It is a pity that Zhang Hua is not as talented as Zhang Ping, let alone his grandson. He got married and started a business early. Relying on his grandfather's relationship, he formed a small caravan in the imperial city and became Businessman.
Then, luck masters left one after another, but a few people stayed to keep the company of Crown Prince Li Yue.
"Brother Chen, won't you leave?" Shi Can and Duan Li also came to express their condolences. Before leaving, they saw Chen Shen sitting on the wine table and not moving, so they couldn't help but ask.
"I was a fortune-teller in Ziyuan. I was under the care of King An and should keep vigil for him." Chen Shenyi said righteously.
Just kidding, the famous King An will be buried tomorrow, so of course he has to be there, and he is afraid of any accidents, so he plans to spend the night here.
Shengsun was also more loyal and did not leave. He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
Early the next morning, King An was buried in a low-key manner. Those who had paid their condolences yesterday also came to see King An off.
The crown princess was too old to care for her late father's soul, so Shengsun took the lead and several young luck masters carried the coffin out of the courtyard.
Chen Shen was naturally among this group, and he volunteered to carry the coffin for King An.
After King An's mortal life, there was no possibility of being buried in the imperial mausoleum. According to his request during his lifetime, he was buried in a garden next to the courtyard.
"Wang An was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. Once we see his peerless grace, we should fill the soil for him after his death!" Chen Shen brought his own shovel and was the most active.
Mu Xiaojin stood aside, staring at the love of her life like autumn water, with some doubts in her heart.
She always felt that her powerful and low-key husband was only interested in burial.
"I was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. I didn't expect that Brother Chen was not only talented in luck, but he also had a scholarly side."
Shi Can murmured the verses that Chen Shen read randomly in his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he praised.
"It is indeed a good poem. Before Chen Shen practiced Taoism, he must have been a scholar, right?" Princess Li Yue also nodded and looked at Mu Xiaojin, seeking an answer.
"My husband was a scholar in a secular dynasty before he became a Taoist." Mu Xiaojin replied.
"It's a pity that if Brother Chen were not a luck master and entered our Daxia Academy, he might become a famous Confucian master in the future." Shengsun also said.
Obviously, the verses Chen Shen recited made him feel a little amazing, and they were even famous verses throughout the ages.
[The burial was successful! 】
A mechanical sound sounded in Chen Shen's mind, and the shovel worked harder.
"As expected of King An, he has the best spiritual roots and was once an amazing genius!" Chen Shen sighed in his heart.
"Prince An's cultivation before he was deposed was actually perfect for overcoming the tribulation!"
The harvest this time is not bad. His experience of immortality reaches the ceiling of the human world. Before the Mahayana, the path of cultivation will be a broad road, and there is no need to explore it by yourself.
Moreover, this is the first time that he has obtained one of the most top and complete Taoist methods in the entire East Continent, the supreme method that can only be practiced by direct descendants of the Daxia royal family.
"Unfortunately, it has something to do with luck." Chen Shen sighed a little in his heart. Although he is a master of Jinlin, he is not very interested in the luck technique.
What he believes in is his own strength, and he feels that the strength and realm he obtains with the help of external objects are not perfect and can be easily lost.
"It can only be kept as a treasure, otherwise it can be used as a reference." He felt regretful.
But it is not a worthwhile trip to bury a peerless figure who has dominated the world for thousands of years.
Not long after, a brand new tomb was erected, with an inscription on it, and the poem Chen Shen had just read was engraved on it.
"Master Chen, did you write this poem yourself? Can you borrow it to compose a poem for my father?"
"You have already engraved it." Chen Shen looked at Li Yue strangely and thought to himself, but said:
"The poem was not written by me. I once saw it on a yellowed book. The original author has passed away. You can just engrave it."
In fact, he also wanted to pretend to be a copycat with a bright appearance.
It's a pity that he is not the first time traveler in this world, Qingdi is the most beautiful before him.
I'm afraid that this dear friend has done something similar before, published a book by himself, and wrote this poem in it.
Although the birthplace of Qing Emperor should not be Dongzhou, these poems will last forever and will not be erased if spread by Bai Jie Qing Emperor.
If it spreads from a certain place one day and he recognizes the original work, he will be the one who gets slapped in the face.
Moreover, Emperor Qing was hacked to death, and his enemies were all experts from the Immortal family. If he found out, it would be troublesome if he was traced, so it was better to distance himself from the relationship.
"It turns out that it is not the original work of Brother Chen, but this is the first time I have heard such an amazing poem. This poem is a masterpiece. The original author must be a great person." Li Yue nodded and praised again.
No matter what, after my father's death, I felt gratified that a good poem suitable for the occasion could be engraved on the inscription.
"Xuan'er, if you have a beloved girl before I die, remember to bring her to your aunt to see."
Before leaving, Li Yue did not forget to say something to Li Xuan, which made the latter's face turn red again.
"Your Majesty, stay here. I hope I will have another chance to drink with you later!" Everyone walked to the door of the courtyard and a group of people said goodbye.
"My princess is in good health and may live a long life. I will see you for a drink some other time." Chen Shen also said goodbye to Li Yue and did not stay any longer.
...
Chen Shen and Mu Xiaojin returned to the house, preparing to continue their dual cultivation retreat.
"Junior brother, you are on the second level of fusion, and I am the only one who has transformed into a god. Double cultivation is actually not of any benefit to you." Mu Xiaojin said.
In fact, the cultivation levels of the two parties have been unequal a long time ago, but Chen Shen would often ask her to practice dual cultivation. The other party's cultivation level was too high and the gains were very small, but he himself gained huge gains every time.
It is now on the eighth level of the Transformation of Gods, and is almost approaching the ninth level.
"Cultivation is a boring process, but I have my senior sister as my companion. Whenever I feel upset, I can see you when I open my eyes. It's as I wish in my heart."
Wow, I am so good at coaxing my wife. Chen Shen couldn't help but look at himself and said:
"Senior sister, my cultivation is getting higher and higher, and I have been in seclusion for ten or twenty years. I am afraid that you will find it boring."
"You should know me." Mu Xiaojin leaned in Chen Shen's arms and said:
"Furthermore, junior brother's double cultivation is very powerful. It can change a person's temperament. To be narcissistic, as the princess said, I also feel that I have become much more beautiful."
The monk also has a heart that loves beauty. She does not dislike being in seclusion all day long. It is also a beautiful thing that her cultivation and beauty are improving at the same time.
"The Qing Emperor is really perverted, no wonder there are thirty million beauties in the harem." Chen Shen praised the Qing Emperor in his heart.
"Since you and I are of the same mind, how about celebrating?" As he said that, before Mu Xiaojin could react, she was picked up...
Time flies, spring passes and summer comes.
In the summer of this year, a pair of Prince An's children, the princess and the prince, brother and sister, died within one day.
What Chen Shen said that day actually became the final farewell.
"When King An was still alive, the princess and the prince were quite happy. After King An died, they had no descendants. They felt lonely and died physically and mentally."
Li Wu sighed and arranged funeral arrangements for the princess and the prince.
Chen Shen burned incense in front of the princess's soul and sighed:
"I never thought that once I saw her in spring, it would last forever, and there would be no more smiling face of the princess in the world."
"The real farewell does not have the ancient pavilion road, or see each other off for ten miles. It is just a very ordinary morning, and some people are left behind yesterday."
He bowed three times to the memorial tablets of the princess and the crown prince, and sighed again.
"Damn it, I really want my father's funeral to be hosted by Uncle Chen. He's so eloquent and talented," Zhang Hua said.
Snapped!
His father, Zhang Ping, slashed his head hard and glared: "Have you ever cursed me like this?"
When King Ru'an passed away, all the old faces came.
Shengsun was here this time, but Yongxing didn't tell him. He was the first to hear the news and rushed over.
In the evening, no one left the table to resign, but they all stayed vigil for the prince and princess.
There is no special reason, it's just that everyone knows that after King An died, there will be no more of King An's lineage in the world.
Early the next morning, the prince and the princess were buried next to King An, accompanied by the three members of his family.
This time Shi Can and other luck masters asked Chen Shenfa to write a few lines of poems, but the latter refused.
Chen Shen was afraid that Qingdi Zhuanmei would be better than before and his water meter would be checked, so he didn't dare to question it again.
"Times are like swords slicing the genius, and you will be enchanted on the road to eternal life." When leaving, Chen Shen said with emotion.
This Qingdi probably wouldn't use it to copy it.
However, the artistic conception had nothing to do with it, it was just his temporary feeling that the faces he still saw today would disappear in the future.
Zhang Hua came closer with admiration on his face, a little regretful that he could not see Chen Shen's true face earlier.
Otherwise, when he asked Uncle Chen to write a few poems for him, why worry about not having a good girl?
...
Summer passed and spring came again, and seven years had passed since An Wang and his family passed away.
One hundred years after Yongxing, although Shengsun was defeated by Chu Wushuang, he was definitely ranked second in the world.
This year, he made a big breakthrough in his cultivation and was promoted to the True Master of Returning to the Void.
And in the summer of this year, Shengsun got married.
Back then, Li Yue teased him about how he could blush. He had a beloved woman, a saint from the Taiyi Sect.
But this time it was not a marriage. How could Yongxing, such an arrogant person, follow Wenguang's example and try to please others.
Da Xiazi had objected to it, but Sheng Sun and Taiyi Saint were in love with each other as siblings, and they were in love with each other. Moreover, Li Xuan was extremely stubborn and would not give up easily if he was sure about it.
The Taiyi Sect has no objection. The saint's grandson is famous all over the world, and he is very likely to be the son of Daxia in the future. He should regard it as an investment.
So this summer, a grand wedding was held in the Imperial City of Daxia.
Unfortunately, Li Yue, who once talked about Li Xuan's marriage, has passed away for many years and cannot be seen again.
"What a grand and beautiful wedding." Mu Xiaojin stood on the high building, looking at the lively and prosperous scene of the palace, with beautiful colors in her eyes.
Chen Shen stood aside and glanced at her.
