Emperor’s Domination

After the First World War, the whole of Qingzhou fell into silence. In a short night, Qingzhou had many great churches and kingdoms announcing the closure of mountain gates, including the Imperial Immortal Gate.

There were powerful and unmatched ancestors who warned disciples under the door not to go out, not to cause trouble. In this extraordinary period, there were even archdioceses who broke all dealings with the outside world, not to mention not allowing disciples under the door to step out of the mountain gate for half a step, so as not to cause any harm to them.

After World War I, Qingzhou appeared silent. It was a very lively thing to become an emperor, but today no one in Qingzhou discussed the fact that Jingo became an emperor.

The wilderness of the First World War shook the whole of Qingzhou. Although it was said that none of Qingzhou's strong except the Great Immortal King could see the battle for themselves, the power fluctuations of the extermination class were clearly felt by these strong people, and the shallow monks were suppressed by force, not knowing what was going on.

After World War I, the strong did not dare to discuss the matter more. The weak did not know the history of the battle anywhere but to hear more.

So after this war, countless monks and strong men in Qingzhou were silenced. Even if some younger generations wanted to know what was happening on this day, the elders in the sect were silent, even repeatedly warned, that they could not discuss it, that they could not pursue it. If anything happened, they would bring the doom to an end.

Although Qingzhou was silent after this war, many archdiocesan Jianguo closed the mountain gate, which also brought benefits, because the younger generations were confined to the zongmen, so that they all practiced courageously, and in the following few years, Qingzhou was a talented and brilliant man.

After this war, Li left Qingzhou on the seventh night. Together with the warrior emperors, Qi Lin Xianwang, they opened a small gate to Yokozhou on the seventh night of Li. Through this gate, Li arrived smoothly in Yokozhou on the seventh night.

Li Qi came to Yokozhou at night to be proud of his reason. In addition to meeting them from the Nine Kingdoms, there are other things to do.

Proud of Yokota, one of the thirteen continents, is also a thriving place for hundreds of people. Among the thirteen continents, there are the largest number of hundreds of people living in Yokota, and the hundreds of people have been rooted in Yokota for the longest time.

In Yokota, the hundreds of people are very strong, but here God, Demons, and Heavenly Tribes appear weak and weak.

In addition to the efforts of the generations and generations of the ancestors, the greatest credit belongs to the Emperor of Joy and Immortality.

In that year, the Imperial Emperor of Yokohama was authoritarian, forcefully renamed the continent, changed Baizhou to Yokohama, and at the same time declared that all the Hundreds of the Imperial People of Yokohama were separated from the jurisdiction of God, the Demon, and the Heavenly Trinity. Since then, the status of the Hundreds in Yokohama has been laid.

Therefore, the hundreds of people of Yokohama bear the name of the proud Immortal Emperor. The name of the proud Immortal Emperor has been celebrated for generations.

After Li Qinight arrived in Proud Yokozhou, he did not immediately rendezvous with Nandi. He went to a place, a place that was not very eye-catching.

This is a volatile mountain with ancient trees, eagles flying deer, and fountain waterfalls everywhere.

Although the mountains are scattered sporadically, more people are sparsely smoked. Even if there are villages in the 100,000 mountains, it is just a small village.

Among the mountains, Li Qi at this time leaned back against the stone wall, looking out over the distant, undulating Qingshan and the smoky little village.

Li Qi Night is sitting on a high mountain peak that is straight and surrounded by cliffs that no mortal can climb.

It's like this, a peak surrounded by walls, with a piece of tombstone erected on top of it. Each tombstone has only a few names written on it, and there's nothing else.

There are hundreds of graves on this mountain peak, each very ordinary, with little decoration, or even humble.

The tomb of this seat is against the stone wall behind it, looking out over the volatile green mountains ahead and the smoky villages. No one has swept the tomb of this seat, but there are not many weeds in the bush. Only three, three, five, five, green grasses protrude from the stone's seam, and there is a slow mountain breeze.

Li Qinight spilled wine on the land, then backed against the stone wall, looking far away, a bite of wine in the altar.

“As a matter of fact, watching the sunset age slowly, and the death of grandchildren around their knees is not a bad thing. As mortals say, this is happiness and life is no longer regrettable.” Li Qi drank wine at night and watched the smoke cook. He couldn't help but smile.

No one knows that this mountain peak is buried with a presence that once deterred thirteen continents, many of them powerful men of the rank of superior gods, who were once the strongest warlords, who leached sand fields and frightened the enemy.

The breeze blew, Li Qi sat there quietly at night, looking at the distance. After a long time, he said softly: “People are like that. When you are a mortal like a little termite, you will look to the monk, to the ability to fly across the sky and mountains, to live in the fog in the clouds, envy the day of eating Xia Lu...”

“… when you truly become strong, experience the wind frost, enlighten Awesome, see too much, know too much, suddenly you feel that being a mortal is actually quite good, often ignorance is a happiness, in just a few decades from birth to death, do not have to go through too much torture, have parents, have children, have a life, eventually die old, all this is enough.” Speaking of which, Li Qi sighed softly at night.

After a long time, Li Qi Night was forced to fill in a nice drink and finally laughed. He said softly: “Speaking of which, I envy you too. At least you can let go. You can disarm and return to your fields, you can let go of everything, you can leave the monastic world, you can leave the years that sweep around...”

“... unfortunately, I can't, even if I did think about it one day, but I can't. Going this way, I was destined not to look back, but to keep going. Whatever happens now, whatever happens in the future, I can only keep walking, not stop for who, not stand for who.” Speaking of which, Li Qi Night smiled and sighed. "Who made me Li Qi Night! ”

Li Qi sat there at night, drinking wine, watching the distance, sitting for days, watching the sunset, watching the clouds roll and the clouds shuffle, as if the scenery made him tired of watching.

“Goodbye, friends, rest in peace.” Eventually, Li Qinight stood up, grabbed a piece of dirt, scattered between his fingers, and drifted with the wind. Li Qinight looked at the tomb of this seat in front of him for the last time, and then turned away.

Not far from this mountain, there is a village, which is small and has only dozens of households, all of whom live by hunting and living by the sunrise and the sunset.

This village is called Tao Village, it's called Tao Village, because the villagers of this village are all named Tao, and as for where they come from, the villagers of this village don't know, all they know is that their ancestors lived here for generations.

Tao Village is no different from other villages, the villagers have lived hunting and cultivation for generations, sunrise and sunset, for generations to come.

In the village of Tao Village there is a stream flowing through and the stream is full of water. As the sun slowly rises from the mountains, the rays of the sun spill over the stream, flashing a little bit of broken light.

At this time, Li Qi night leaned on an old acacia tree by the stream, looking at the morning village of Tao.

At this time, Tao Village has sounded a loud and loud voice, which is spoken by both men and women. The voice is very naive and is spoken by children.

The sound of this voice is coming from the village's stables, which are used to run grain over the grain during the week, but now the children of the village sit on the ground early in the morning, sighing.

“The Emperor, with his head raised three feet, his sight immobilized, his heart restless...” At this time, a crisp voice sounded, and there was a ladies' plate sitting there on the balcony, word for word, preaching to the children in the village.

“The Emperor, with his head raised three feet, his sight immobilized, his heart restless..." A child sitting on a platter also reads word for word with the woman.

The woman who taught the Taoist method is not big, she is 28 years old, and her face is not a dumping city, but she looks delightful. The melon's face is white and delicate, the bullet can be blown, and she shears autumn water, so that people can't help but see it.

The woman did not have a greasy powder, she had a face to the sky, she was dressed in a cloth, very simple, but did not compromise her beauty, especially when her hair was casually stuck behind her back, and she looked generous and playful.

Women teach Taoism word for word, and dozens of children are sitting there singing the word with great care and focus.

When such a naive pronunciation echoes back to this little village, it adds a lot of rhyme to this little village, and it sounds particularly vibrant and beautiful.

Li Qi stood by the stream at night, leaning against the tree, watching such a scene, listening to the sound of the pronouncement, he couldn't help laughing, suddenly the scene of the past was the same before his eyes.

In the distant years, there were also teachings in villages like this, and the child's naïve voice echoed in the sky.

When the sun hung high, the woman finally taught a lesson, and she stood up and said, "That's it for today, go home. ”

“Yeah, let's go back to dinner.” When I heard that, a lot of the kids jumped up excitedly and ran home in a breeze.

“Sister Ting, when are you going to pass on our skills and fly like a sister?” There are also children flashing their big, longing eyes and asking this woman.