Emperor’s Domination

The man on the cloud mud, Li Qi Night stared at his statue, and Yang Ling waited patiently beside him.

I don't know how long it took for Li Qi Night to get his eyes back. Yang Ling jokingly said: “What do you think of the people on the cloud clay? ”

Li Qi Night laughed, didn't say anything, divine nature, an inexplicable immunity.

“The man on the cloud has the biggest secret, sir. Know what?” See Li Qi Night did not answer, Yang Ling only changed the subject.

“He's a mortal.” Li Qi smiled lightly at night.

Li Qi said it at once. This really stunned Yang Ling. He was very surprised. He said: "How do you know?” Li Qi Night pointed to the words engraved under the statue and said with a slight smile: “Isn't it clearly written here? I was a mortal, a cloud of clay. ”

“It turns out, when I first saw this sentence, I thought it had other deeper meanings.” Yang Ling was stunned and couldn't help but be very surprised.

“Just kidding.” Li Qi Night couldn't help but smile and say: “If you didn't see that, you'd know. ”

“How did the master know?” Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

“Read more, read more, you'll see.” Li Qi Night smiled and said: “Of course I saw it in the book. ”

Li Qinight's answer made Yang Ling even more surprised. In her heart, she has always regarded Li Qinight as a native husband-in-law in Wan Beast Mountain.

Imagine how much a child who grew up in a mountain of 100,000 beasts knows about the outside world? Perhaps he doesn't know many tales, even many legendary stories, of Daoist monks and powerful and unmatched bishops.

Now that Li Qi Night said this, it only made Yang Ling understand slowly. Li Qi Night knew so much. That was far beyond her expectations. He may not only be such a charcoal-burning husbandman, but he may also be a reader-friendly husbandman.

Of course, in Mount Beast, Yang Ling didn't see Li Qi Night read a day.

“It's amazing.” Yang Ling saw Li Qi Night to learn about the people on the cloud mud, and he couldn't help but say with emotion: “I didn't believe that the people on the cloud mud were mortals before. Later, after coming to the cloud mud college, he specifically asked the teachers to teach this question. He was indeed a mortal man. ”

Earlier, when many people talked about the story that people on cloud clay were a mortal, Yang Ling was suspicious that it was impossible.

Imagine, how could a mortal reach such heights? He is such a mortal who dares to speak wildly that 80,000 Holy Buddhas are muddy people, and the demons of the gods are floating pings. In that case, it is too arrogant to speak from a human population. It is too thick to know the heavens and the earth.

However, that phrase had never been questioned by anyone, as it had been said from the cloud population.

And, even more incredibly, a mortal man in the clouds, in this holy place of the Buddha, wiped with his hands, thousands of temples of Buddha statues crumbled, the power of the earth dissipated, and the Holy Buddha retreated.

So spectacular, in anyone's view, it is only possible to do this if there is such a thing as Dao Jun, but it is incredible that a mortal man on the cloud did it.

Even more amazing is that when the people on the cloud mud set up the cloud mud college, the gods came to congratulate, whether the invincible true god of the world or the indestructible demon king, all respectfully came to celebrate, there were eight wilderness to celebrate, even Daojun did not have such treatment.

When Yunmu lectured at Yunmu College, even invincible Daoists like Mei Daoists lectured under the chair. Such things, in any era, are unimaginable.

Imagine a Daoist, invincible and stunning, who listens to a lesson under a mortal seat. What could be more outrageous than that?

But when all this happens to people in the clouds, it's all natural, it's all normal, it's all normal.

And the magical thing, when it happens to people in the mud, is that everything looks so normal, and the miracle of resurrection, it's not a miracle to people in the mud, it's just a normal thing.

So, after Yang Ling asked for proof at Yunnan Mud Academy, after knowing that these things were all real, Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned. A mortal person can do this kind of thing, and since Vanguard, only people on Yunnan Mud have been able to do it.

“How did he do that?” Yang Ling still can't figure it out, she can't help but mumble: “I also heard the teacher say that the people on the cloud mud have entered the no-life zone and come and go freely within the no-life zone. This, it is simply unimaginable, the rumor is that even Dao Jun dared not easily step into the no-life zone. ”

“Didn't you see what he said next?” Li Qi Night laughed, pointing to the words engraved below the statue of the man on the cloud mud, and said softly: “Think of the cloud mud. ”

“Thoughtful of cloud mud.” Yang Ling thought of this sentence and said: “Is there a problem with this sentence? ”

“You didn't reach that level.” Li Qi Night looked at Yang Ling and smiled. He said: "In a shallow sense, he can turn into clouds in heaven or mud under his feet. ”

“It can turn into clouds in the sky, or it can turn into mud under your feet.” Yang Ling thinks carefully, but she still can't think of the true meaning of the phrase.

Li Qi was in a particularly good mood today, and rarely had such a mood. He said with great patience and explanations: “What does heaven stand for and what does the mud under his feet stand for? ”

“This...” Yang Ling couldn't answer for a moment.

“The clouds of heaven, like the gods of the nine heavens, look down upon the heavens and the earth.” Li Qi Night said: "The mud beneath your feet, like a mortal, can only look up to the sky. ”

“What the Young Master means is that the man in the clouds, although he is a mortal, can he become the God of heaven for a while?” Yang Ling returned to God and was somewhat surprised that she finally understood the phrase.

Li Qi Night laughed and said: “Although it's not really Aoyi, it's pretty much what it means. ”

“Thoughtful of cloud mud.” At this point, Yang Ling had to taste the phrase carefully.

In fact, she doesn't know how many times she has heard this phrase, or even heard it thousands of times. In the past, she didn't feel much. She only knew that this phrase was the one most often said by people on cloud clay.

Now that Li Qi Night woke up so slightly, she suddenly felt that the phrase was a powerful one, with the world invincible only me.

Imagine a mortal being able to become a nine-naive god. When the man on the cloud said this, it was already the world, arrogant and despicable. Perhaps he did not consider any one of the eight desolations, any existence, as an adversary. Perhaps, in the eight desolations, no one is qualified to be his adversary.

That's why he had the phrase: "I was a mortal." That is to say, he is just a human being, enough to sweep the wilderness, beat the world invincible hands, why do you need to read the clouds again?

“I was a mortal, and I thought of the clouds.” Yang Ling couldn't help but taste this sentence carefully. When she read it again, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel herself warm and bloodthirsty. During this moment, she could feel the kind of wild, wangu pride of people on the cloud mud.

At this time, as she looked up at the statue of the man on the cloud mud, she couldn't help but feel that the statue of the man on the cloud mud was bigger and more admirable, worshipping and greasy.

After a long time, Yang Ling slowly recovered her exhilarating emotions. She still had some confusion. She took a deep breath and asked Li Qi Night curiously, "So, how did the people on the cloud mud do it? He is, how can he ever be a nine-naive god? ”

“Because he has a firm heart.” Li Qiuni said softly: “As long as his heart is invincible, he is invincible himself. ”

“Firm heart-" Yang Ling heard the phrase and couldn't help but be stuck. She sounded a little flimsy and even thought it was a bit like a joke. It sounded unreliable.

Although she also heard some elders mention Daoism, for these elders, Daoism is better than practicing a powerful kung fu and having a powerful treasure to be true. Daoism is really too slim, giving people a feeling of talking on paper, which makes people feel unreliable.

“Is that okay?” Yang Ling can't think clearly, why can't he be invincible? Then, the world doesn't need to practice.

“You haven't reached that level yet.” Li Qi smiled lightly and shook his head gently. "When you get to that level, you'll understand. And, Daoist, it's not what you imagine, it's what you need to grind. Not that you want to have a firm heart right now, but you do. It's not something you can imagine, it's a kind of sedimentation after grinding. ”

“Precipitation after grinding.” Yang Ling seemed to understand, nodding softly.

Although Yang Ling still didn't understand Li Qi Night's speech, and she couldn't imagine why people on the cloud clay could be invincible with a firm heart, but she remembered it, especially the one on the cloud clay, giving her a brand new impression, leaving her an indelible impression.

“I was a mortal, and I thought of the clouds.” Finally, Li Qi Night couldn't help but look back at the statue of the man on the cloud clay. He couldn't help but feel some emotion. “Yes, I want to be a mortal too. How spilled, how comfortable.” After that, turn around and go.

Today even more.