Heavenly practice

30 years before Lingdu was separated from Central Continent, monks between heaven and earth had just established a rough cultivation system, but no one had really taken the step of ascension, and many people were stuck at the step of crossing the catastrophe You can't move forward, and you end up depressed.

Under such circumstances, many monks will naturally lose hope of ascension, and some people will find another way, and even choose heresy ways, such as seizing houses, disbanding soldiers, and so on.

That era was invisibly divided into two halves, one half was full of hope and continued to practice, and the other half was depraved and dark. It was under such a background that Emperor Huang, who was still an ordinary boy at that time, embarked on the road of apprenticeship and immortality when he entered the sect of cultivating immortals.

Similar to the so-called Son of Destiny, the young Emperor Huang went to his teacher several times but was not allowed to enter because he had no talent, so Emperor Huang returned to the mountain village in the world.

"This is the village where Emperor Huang lived." Feng Qingli said.

Everyone looked at the row upon row of courtyards and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and couldn't imagine the dilapidated appearance 30 years ago.

"The Emperor Huang met that woman here."

Feng Qingli pointed to a towering ancient tree not far away, with a cold look on his face, "The two of them decided to spend their lives privately under that tree."

"Feels like being in a tourist attraction, with a grim tour guide..."

On the side of the lead machine, she muttered to Shen Zhuo, but found that the other party was distracted, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhuo's eyes fell on the ancient tree. He seemed to see someone standing there just now, but it disappeared in an instant, like a hallucination.

"I... Forget it, it's okay." He shook his head.

Feng Qingli had already mentioned that Emperor Huang had accidentally entered the Tao with joy, and bid farewell to that woman on the road of cultivating immortals, with a flat tone as if he was endorsing a letter.

Shen Zhuo knew the final fate of those two people, and his expression was a little gloomy for a moment.

When Feng Qingli mentioned that Emperor Huang came back from cultivating Dao and found that the woman had already turned into a pile of loess, several people were silent for a while.

Feng Qingli continued to say, "Then Huangdi disappeared for 3000 years, and when he reappeared, he understood the mystery of ascension. He told the world that there is still a way of cultivation above the catastrophe, and named him Juling. , Yangli, Zhaoxuan, Huanyou, Fuchen, Guanshi, and thus became the first person to ascend to immortality."

Pulling his lips, he muttered, "He didn't ascend..."

Feng Qingli's eyes froze, and he looked back at him.

For a moment, the lead machine seemed to be covered by ice and snow, and it was frozen in place and could not move.

Shen Zhuo's eyes were slightly cold, and he took a step forward calmly to block the lead machine, and asked with doubtful black eyes, "It doesn't make sense even if you ascend?"

Everyone looked at him, including Feng Qingli.

Shen Zhuo looked like he didn't feel anything, and continued with a smile, "Abandoning your lover, even if such a person ascends, it's meaningless to live, right?"

Su Tianming's eyes widened in shock, standing in the place of the Yangluo tribe, speaking ill of their ancestors, isn't that too bold?

Xuanyu's eyes were shocked, and for a moment he felt that the black-eyed boy in front of him coincided with Shen Zhuo, who had lost his soul in Jiangyuan Ancient Desert that year.

Feng Qingli's eyes were cold, "Why do you say that?"

"He lied to the woman, didn't he?"

Shen Zhuo tilted his head and looked at him, "Abandoning what you love, such a person would be meaningless to live."

There was a moment of silence, and everyone looked at him with different expressions.

"Liu Li!"

Xuanyu scolded with an ugly face, "Don't talk nonsense."

This sentence pierced through her psychological defense like a sharp sword. This sentence, this face, is like Shen Zhuo's resurrection, to her lord.

She subconsciously looked at the person beside her, but felt a chill in her heart.

Those silent icy black eyes stared at the smiling young man, giving birth to a dark deep purple, as if they contained a dark power that would destroy the world, ready to explode at any moment.

But the young man who was watched curled his lips, muttering something in his mouth, with a childish appearance.

Feng Qingli seemed to have noticed this young man with long silver-gray hair, "Monsters also understand love?"

"Monsters sometimes value affection more than humans." Qianji rolled his eyes and replied, he was not happy that this person had a dead face similar to Changming.

"Friendship is useless, only longevity and ascension is the end." Feng Qingli said.

"Then you are wrong."

Zhuanji suddenly smiled treacherously, "As far as I know, no one from the Yangluo clan has ever ascended since Huangdi, right?"

Another Yangluo man opened his mouth to retort, but was blocked by the lead lightly.

"Not to mention that no one ascended in the whole of Central Continent in the past 10 years. Someone always ascended 10 years ago, right?"

Holding his arms, he looked contemptuous, "Why is there no one in your Yangluo clan ascending? Haven't you thought about this problem?"

Feng Qingli didn't even look at him, turned around and walked forward.

Zhuanji still felt that it was not enough, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Because you made a mistake!"

The two clansmen glanced at him coldly, as if they didn't care about him at all, Shen Zhuo guessed that if Zhaori Xuegong wasn't here, Qianji would have been killed.

So Shen Zhuo pulled his sleeve, "Stop talking, I think he wants to kill you..."

"It's okay, the pavilion master is here, he dare not."

"..."

Shen Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid he will be against you in private."

Qianji was moved, "Are you worried about me?"

"……Yes."

Shen Zhuoxin said that's right, it would have been ten years ago that he would have slapped him.

Zhuanji obviously likes this and is quite happy.

When Xu Xu passed by him, he smiled helplessly, and he was a little bit shy when it was rare to lead a machine, so Shen Zhuo was in a bad mood again, and he grabbed the lead machine and pulled it to his side.

Leading the machine turned his head in doubt, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just look at me."

"..."

Xuanyu listened with a strange expression behind her, wondering if this Liuli really fell in love with that kid Qianji, right?Then her family should not be crazy?That day, Baili Youxin just wanted to kiss him, but he was beaten up and vomited blood and fled.

No, she thinks it is impossible for His Majesty to do anything to Zhuo Ji. After all, that kid is the closest person to Shen Zhuo. When he left in Huangtian Secret Realm, he still remembered to take Qian Ji to Shen Zhuo's side. It is impossible for him to hurt him. .

She suddenly felt that things were turning a little bit, if Liuli and Qianji were together, maybe His Majesty would look away?

wrong!What if the master just couldn't think about it, and killed both of them in a moment of anger? !

Xuanyu's face turned green and pale, and then she looked at her lord's indifferent expression and was immediately moved by herself. She is really a good subordinate, a good confidant, even worrying about her lord's life-long affairs so much, really...

Painful idle.

She poked herself expressionlessly, "None of my business."

Changming turned his head and glanced at her, Xuanyu quickly recovered his seriousness, and leaned over, "Your Majesty, do you want to try some Wangqing Shuishui again?"

Chang Ming stared at her fixedly.

Xuanyu felt a little uncomfortable, "What... what's wrong?"

"You go find someone."

"Ok?"

"Marry him."

"what?"

"Don't come back."

"..."

Oh man.