Xianghe

Returned to the Ascension Platform for the third time.

Yuan Qinghui raised his head and looked at the porcelain-white stone-like flying platform. When he came here for the first time, he thought it was so big. Even the imperial martial arts arena was not as magnificent as him. He thought it was so big, but he didn't have any leisure to take care of it. He went to the main hall of Tiangong with the little priest who was waiting for his ascension to listen to the seal. When he asked about the falling person he saw when he was ascending, he didn't look back. Ran.

This is the third time, the third time back here.

Immortals who have already ascended do not need to enter the Heavenly Palace through the Ascension Platform, but the Heavenly Gate to enter the Heavenly Palace is quite close, and they will all enter through the same path in the end, so Yuan Qinghui decided to come back halfway through the journey.

This place is still very big. When he ascended for the first time, the empty ascension platform could not be seen at a glance. He was like an ant in a jade plate. Tiny, yet so conspicuous.

So lonely.

The current Yuan Qinghui looked at the Ascension Platform, and only then did he realize a trace of emotion that he couldn't explain at that time.

Is he really such a person?

"My lord, it's time to go."

The second-rank civil servant who was so envious before leaned up to him respectfully at this moment, and persuaded him to leave with such a flattering tone with a smile.

Well, think about it, when I was in the human world, when I was in the position of tenth-rank petty official, I seemed to treat my superiors in the same way.

Neither is easy.

Yuan Qinghui flicked his sleeves and left the Ascension Platform.

Finally arrived in front of Lingxiao Palace.

Under the shrouding of clouds and mist, this Qionglou Jinque, which was covered by dry clouds, looked a little unreal in front of Yuan Qinghui's eyes.

In the past, Yuan Qinghui always stayed outside waiting for the incense. He remembered clearly every tick, column, brick and tile outside Lingxiao Palace. At that time, what he yearned for most was here. What I hope most is to get rid of a priest in front of me, and have the qualifications to enter the Lingxiao Palace.

But now, he finally has such a qualification.

He was finally able to see the scene inside Lingxiao Palace.

This place is even more magnificent than I imagined, and more majestic and majestic than what I can see from the outside.There are still clouds and mist around here, in the empty main hall, there are hundreds of civil and military officials standing in a row in the north and south, with red writing and purple military, standing in the hall respectfully looking up at the man.

The man was sitting on the highest dragon chair in the main hall. The dragon chair was much higher than where the officials were standing below.

That is the Emperor of Heaven, the leader of the order in this world, the one who is on top of people's hearts.

This is the second time Yuan Qinghui saw him. When Yuan Qinghui was a tenth-rank civil servant, he was not qualified to meet him. The first time he saw him in an upright manner was when he had just ascended this time. , but at that time he didn't know him, he didn't know what kind of existence he was, but he just thought this person was really good-looking.

Maybe it's the foil of his status and majesty, or maybe it's himself, this person's appearance can stand the foil.

He is a bit like Hu Sui, with a very handsome appearance, but not as seductive as Hu Sui. His face is majestic and dignified worthy of that position.

Unlike Hu Sui who is always laughing and joking with him, this person has never seen him smile. In fact, it is very difficult to see expressions on his face. The only time he can see expressions is probably When he is angry, most of the time, he has a cold face, eyes that are colder than expressions, overlooking the sentient beings under the throne.

He is sitting there, he is not just him, he also represents a belief, a symbol, a supreme, unrivaled existence.

If there was one color to describe him, it would probably be black.

He is not the bright color that everyone should think, nor is it the dazzling color as a lamp. He should be the purest and deepest black that encompasses all colors.

The man on the throne is a black emperor.

I heard that the shirt worn by the Emperor of Heaven was bright gold, but later, his clothes became darker and darker, until now, it has become a dark black that seems to be able to absorb all the light.

Black clothes, black aura, black people.

As long as that person sits in that high position, he can instantly silence His Highness with just one look, and he can feel an indescribable sense of intimidation with just one look.

It is the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven, but also fear.

Yuan Qinghui had never experienced it himself, but just hearing some rumors, he knew what a terrifying person he was.And such a terrifying person is even more terrifying in that supreme position.

When seeing him for the first time, although Yuan Qinghui was afraid, but at that time he had the guts to ask him what happened to Shennong Xingguan as soon as he ascended.

But this time, he was still not afraid of him.

"Yuan Qinghui?"

As soon as the person sitting on opened his mouth, it was enough to make His Highness tremble.

The civil and military priests lined up in two teams in the Lingxiao Temple all raised their spirits after hearing the words of the Emperor of Heaven. Yuan Qinghui stood at the front of the team in purple official uniforms, and standing next to him was his former leader Boss, the culprit who tempted him to go to Xianghe - Priest Siwen.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to stand side by side with his former immediate boss, nor did he expect that this person looked like this when he was in court.

This priest of Siwen also has a dignified and elegant appearance. If some strange points are aside, he should be a fairy image of the legendary Daogu Xianfeng.

It's just that what people can remember most is the strange image of a person.

When Yuan Qinghui was working in Siwendian, he was always curious about one thing.

Priest Siwen, he is always like those paintings made for gods in the world, with his sleeves flying.

That is, there is no wind in the Ming Palace, and the sleeves of a normal fairy cannot fly, but for him, not only the clothes and hair are flying wildly, but also the flying is very artistic, just like the ones in the painting, they are all curled up. Flying, and the most important thing is that there are two bundles of long hair hanging down in front of his forehead, the part above the face is honestly placed on the face, and the part below the face is flying... ..

Not only when he was standing, but also when he was sitting and lying down, his whole body was in a state of "being blown by the wind". Yuan Qinghui was very puzzled by this phenomenon and even wanted to study it.

It was only now that he saw Si Wen in a normal state. It turned out that he didn't brag when he was in court?

The Emperor of Heaven propped his head on the throne with one hand and tilted his head to glance at Yuan Qinghui's "resume", and read his name calmly with squinting eyes. Afterwards, Si Wen stood out of the queue and respectfully respected the Emperor After saluting, he raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this person has been ascended once, and this time is the second ascension, and he should also sincerely want to become a god. The behavior he did the day before yesterday must have been unintentional. Your Majesty, please consider it. "

What?Is Si Wen speaking for him?

I ran away to the mortal world for more than half a year before I was entrusted, and when I came back, it really aroused dissatisfaction from others, but, I didn't expect that the first person to speak up for me was Si Wen?

Yuan Qinghui turned his head hard. He remembered that although he was Si Wen's underling a hundred years ago, he actually didn't have any deep friendship with him. After all, he had many underlings. Can you remember? He is all about himself, but his deepest impression of Si Wen is only his inconspicuous words and deeds on weekdays and his vicious squinting eyes that are not too serious when watching the excitement.

How should I put it, when this person urged himself to see Xianghe, he had a smirk on his face. At that time, he didn't intend to go, but he used "orders" to pressure himself, and he had to go if he didn't go, so there was I made my first visit to Xianghe.

And when he has started dating Xianghe, good guy, Yuan Qinghui has seen another side of the great priest he once thought: this lord can't wait to follow up on his and Xianghe's "progress" for thirteen hours a day "ah.

What did you do today?Are you holding hands?Have you kissed yet?Have you been scolded by him again?How many times has he looked at you today?

...Yuan Qinghui felt that his former father never cared so much about his marriage.

As for this lord, because he has so many subordinates, he has not been seen to do much business on weekdays. Every day, he is idle, making jokes like the priests, collecting and passing on gossip.

Maybe it's because he's really lived too long, so he's bored. Yuan Qinghui has never met a man who likes to gossip so much!Still a priest!Still a great priest!

... Forget it, let's not talk about the past, anyway, Yuan Qinghui is quite afraid of this "eyeless official" who is always smiling.

This lord, it is rare to see him with his eyes wide open, and every time he sees him, he smiles and his eyes are invisible. At first, I thought he was very approachable, but later, because of his crazy gossip and a certain amount of gossip. The unreliability of even a little bit of gossip, Yuan Qinghui had seen him appearing in front of him with a smile on his back and his sleeves behind his back, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

But I didn't expect that he looked extraordinarily dignified in the hall now, which made Yuan Qinghui feel extremely uncomfortable.

The fly whisk that he often carried when going out in the past was also taken off, and he took off his usual white uniform in a proper manner, and put on a red embroidered gold suit that made Yuan Qinghui feel refreshed. Not to mention, white suits him well, and the red suits him well. With his squinting eyes and white hair, he always looks like a little old man who is about to get married, although he is not old in appearance, and can even be said to be very young and handsome.

When Si Wen reported to the Emperor of Heaven, he squinted and opened his eyes. This was the first time Yuan Qinghui saw him fully open his eyes. So his eyes are so big?And it is very rare for him not to smile when he talks, looking extraordinarily solemn.

After Si Wen finished speaking, he did not retreat to the queue, but still stood in the center waiting for the Emperor to reply.

After hearing Si Wen's explanation, the Emperor of Heaven still had that iceberg-like expression on his face, without a slight change in his expression, and there was not a single trace of movement in his black eyes as dark as an abyss. He folded Yuan Qinghui's resume. Throwing it aside, sat up straight, looked down at the hall and asked, "Are you familiar with Shennong Zhenjun?"

Hearing someone call Xianghe Shennong Zhenjun, Yuan Qinghui didn't react for a while, and later realized that this Zhenjun was Xianghe's last rank before falling into the gods.

Obviously, he used to be a high-ranking star official, but in the end he became a true monarch who can't even be considered a rank. This rank cannot even enter the Lingxiao Palace. It used to be on the Baiyu Terrace, where 108 white jade steps were piled up. How humiliating Xianghe must have been at that time when she was reduced to a real monarch who couldn't even enter the palace.

And the most heartbreaking thing is, how long has it been since he saw the Emperor of Heaven?

That's why he mistook that child for the Emperor of Heaven, and that's why he lay in his arms and howled that he missed this person.

Yuan Qinghui stared at that person's face on the stage, from the beginning he was intimidated by that person's aura, now he dared to look directly at that person's face.

He looked at those dark and deep eyes like ink pools, and for a moment, he had the illusion of sinking into the abyss. After a chill, Yuan Qinghui came to his senses, stood beside Si Wen, and clapped his hands back: "Once upon a time Shennong is also one of Lord Shennong's...marriages, so I was very surprised that I didn't see him after the ascension."

The man on the stage lowered his eyes, his face was neither sad nor happy, and there was no ripple in his ink pool-like eyes, so he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

I saw him speak slowly, his voice was low and nasal, like a dumb drum in a band, unassuming, but full of power and presence: "He has harmed many people, and this time he is not here. Knowing how many mortals will be harmed, he should not have left his life in the first place."

In a word, Yuan Qinghui fell into an ice cave immediately.

How could you, how could you say such a thing?He is your only junior brother, your last relative, he was crying in my arms just now and said he missed you so sadly, but you, even if you don't have any affection, you still want to kill him?

Is the position you are sitting in, the majesty in your hand, more important than Xianghe?

Yuan Qinghui stood upright on the spot like a stone sculpture, unable to say a word, only felt that the person on the high platform and throne was more intimidating and darker than he imagined.

Sensing Yuan Qinghui's shock, the person on the throne rolled his eyes, looked at Yuan Qinghui and said, "Since you're back, do well, this seat has been vacant for thousands of years, let Tiangong see your performance. "

Yuan Qinghui stood stiffly on the spot, did not move for a long time, and after a long while, under the gaze of everyone, he cupped his hands at the people on the high platform: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En."

It's just darkness, he can't accept it.

Yuan Qinghui has nothing to do with the subsequent discussions in the courthouse, but occasionally His Majesty will ask Yuan Qinghui for his opinion.

For example, another Balrog appeared in the Flame Swamp of any country, and it would be appropriate for some god to go and clean it up.

For example, the vengeful spirits in the Eastern Wraith Abyss have reappeared again, and it is the turn of the saint under the gods to sacrifice.

Only then did Yuan Qinghui realize that apart from governing human beings, the gods of the heavens also had to deal with so many other things, but the way the emperor handled it made Yuan Qinghui sweat coldly behind his back.

The Balrog grows from the swamp of evil power. Whenever its evil power accumulates to a certain level, it will overflow and form a Balrog. The Balrog can be exorcised and cannot be eradicated. After a certain distance, it will perish by itself, and because it is a product of evil power, no matter what is against him, even the most powerful god, it will be completely burned by it, so generally speaking, the best way It is to disperse the people living near the flaming marsh, and naturally avoid the poison of the balrog.

Needless to say, the spirit of resentment is just a mass of resentment, leaving it alone will indeed cause harm to the people of that side. When there is no god to intervene, the means for people to save themselves has always been to sacrifice saints. A pure soul can make The wraith rests in peace, but if there is enough combat power, in fact, an ordinary god can break up the wraith so that he can no longer do evil.

Why do you have to use this kind of sacrifice to save people?

A thought popped up in Yuan Qinghui's mind - the majesty of Tiangong.

In order to save mankind, the god was burned by the flame demon. The most important saint believer under the god sacrificed himself in order to save the people.Telling these deeds will definitely instill such a strong signal to the people: God saved them, God has always blessed them, all their happiness has to beg from the gods, and all their lives are at the flick of the gods between.

After facing down, Yuan Qinghui walked out of the Lingxiao Palace, and walked a few steps further. Looking back, he still felt that it was not far enough, and then went a long distance before he could see the whole picture of the palace.

This place is so big, there is only one person, the Heavenly Emperor——