Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 207: May everyone in the world be like a dragon

In the eyes of the Middle-earth people, the land of ice and snow is remote and barren, and it is almost the place where the "orcs" live.

Those who go there are deserters who have given up their future.

In the country of ice and snow, there are thousands of large and small countries and ethnic groups, and the Aurora City that Xia Ji saw was just the largest of them.

However, the larger gravel is still gravel, and no one will care how such gravel has changed, even if it is a change of imperial power, even if it is a change in the church.

After the battle with Taiyi, Xia Ji, who completed his thinking in the Land of Ice and Snow, has found his way to the future.

He did not hide his dark emperor's posture, and completed the search for fire seeds in the entire land of fire robbery.

Take almost all the fire he can see, and cut off the way for all the latecomers.

If the family or other forces want to get more fire.

There are only three paths.

First, try your luck.

Second, it was given by him.

Third, go deep into the land of fire, and this is no different from courting death.

Xia Ji has figured it out, even Taishang couldn't confront him at close range, and even the ancestors of the Wu family still needed to escape from Mirage.

It took him two months to accomplish this at this lightning-fast speed.

And when the information is thoroughly transmitted in the family and the world.

He is no longer the Dark Emperor.

The world is filled with this terrifying information - King Shenwu actually traded with the devil, and turned into a member of the devil, he is the black emperor, the first-class anomaly in the world, he stole all the fire, delays the opportunity for human growth.

The message quickly spread.

Although the people do not understand what "tinder" is and what is "the opportunity for human growth", this does not prevent them from basking in the excitement and roaring along with the people, "Such a demon should be killed, **** it. ".

Water has no permanent shape, life is like water, and there is no permanent shape, where the wind hangs, where the water flows.

This time Xia Ji has really settled down on the names of demons and aliens.

The family is looking for him.

The world is looking for him.

Find him,

Trap him,

Kill him.

The world is the enemy, but that's it.

Not my race, its heart will be punished.

It has nothing to do with good or evil. He is the Dark Emperor and the bad omen in the fire demon, so he must die. Even if he can't kill him now, everyone will definitely remember this.

The will of Huo Jie is simple.

Incineration,

Burn everything.

Therefore, the fire demon is also very simple.

They don't recognize friend or foe.

The weak should be swallowed.

Both are bad omens, so let's burn the world together.

The Dark Emperor also needs to execute this will to burn.

However, Xia Ji will naturally not burn the world, nor can he kill unscrupulously.

So, he has become an outlier among the fire demons again.

He became a lone walker.

On this journey, there may be no one to accompany you except Xiao Liuli.

This is also the result he has long thought of, and it is not unexpected.

Xia Ji's second body, naturally, some people have doubts.

But with an "old and cunning" monster like Su Tian, ​​this loophole was naturally filled up seamlessly.

No one would have thought that the "Patriarch of the Su Family" Su Daji would have a second body in the same ethnic group, because most of the second body will be set up in the opposite camp, which is completely considered from the perspective of overall control.

So, no one would think that Su Tian is the second body of the ancestor of the Su family.

No one would have thought that Su Tian would pretend to be the second body of King Shenwu and appear in the world as Feng Nan Bei.

When the Black Emperor is in the west, the wind is in the north and south in the south, and the two appear at the same time, it is impossible for the two to be connected, and they are naturally expelled from everyone's subconscious.

Fragrant Flower Court.

Water Pavilion.

Alternating spring and autumn,

Back and forth.

The family noticed that the future emperor of the Su family appeared in various places.

Or remote, or distinguished.

He is accompanied by the future emperor, Ji Xuan.

And this emperor's purpose is simple ~IndoMTL.com~ to ask for a letter.

Most forces will give him face.

On the other hand, a small number of iron-clad powers are unwilling to borrow.

The Xia Ji, who turned into the north and south of the wind, was not angry, nor robbed, nor used the power of the aristocratic family, but just waited quietly in the attitude of a book reader, and even helped the other party to complete some things in exchange for reading books Opportunity.

Because the books he read were not the secret exercises of those forces, the Zaitou iron forces soon softened and let him read books inside.

Xia Ji has been away for ten years.

Ten years,

Traveling all over the country.

Ten years,

Read everything in the book.

Ten years,

From north to south, from east to west, he left his traces everywhere.

The madman of the past has been washed away and become a gentle gentleman.

No longer drunk and wild songs, but the blue shirt is upright.

No longer wears a knife on his waist, because no one in the world knows how high his martial arts skills are.

Slowly, the knife is gone.

No matter how slow it is, the breath is gone.

And then, all is gone.

In addition to the Yinjun and the national division of the family, slowly, the generals and the head of the text also began to appear.

Follow their roles.

Xia Ji is the most low-key and quietest among them.

The strange thing is that such a person has not been able to break through the eleventh realm, but has not been able to possess a Dharma body. This is also a point that many aristocratic family members laugh at and sigh.

Obviously he should be a hero in the world, but there will always be a day when he is jealous of his talent, so he can't make an inch.

There is no more trick in the world than this.

For this reason, Xia Ji's close family will comfort him.

Families who have a bad relationship with Xia Ji will mock him.

Whether to comfort or ridicule, that young man is no longer a young man. He is walking in the mountains and rivers at the beginning of this chaotic world, holding blue silk and carrying some stubble that has never been cleaned up.

Don't ask about world affairs, just ask about books.

Ji Xuan is like a boy, and it has been ten years since he left. This half-dragon who once enjoyed the incense for thousands of years has finally forgotten his original identity, as if that past identity has become a memory of a previous life.

He has joined the trajectory of this future and has become a true Son of Destiny.

He also shed his original grandiosity and truly regarded himself as a disciple.

Although the two have a relationship with a skin scroll contract, they will never mention it again. The two of them walk together.

It's the season of falling leaves again.

The autumn rain is blurred and falls into the wood.

Two people walked back outside the noisy Mirror Lake.

The cloaks and hats shield from the wind and rain, just like everyone on the street who takes shelter from the rain.

"Back."

Xia Ji put on his hat and looked into the distance. No one knew how much he had gained in the ten years of meditation.

The student beside him lost three taels of silver to the husband of the ferry, "Go to the heart of the lake."

The old man didn't say much, he had money, he had business, and he didn't care.

He squeezed the money and shouted to the cabin, "NanNan, there are guests."

A little girl opened the cabin curtain and called out in a tender voice, "Come in."

She entered the cabin to meet the two guests, and then hurriedly made a pot of hot tea with boiling water, and then grabbed some dried fruits and melon seeds and put them on the plate.

After all, it is a business person, and because of the name of the immortal, Jinghu has become an existence similar to a blessed land.

Open the door to do business, and you still need to prepare the minimum things.

"This year's spring tea, two guests, let's try it." The little girl smiled and talked, trying to open the chat box.

"You two are also here to worship immortals, right?

But the fairy is always at home

But I tell you, this is a real immortal, and he is traveling around the world.

I heard some guests from the north say that this immortal traveled all the way, benefiting the common people, slaying demons and eradicating demons, rewarding good and punishing evil, and many guests came to pray because of his favor. "

While speaking, the little girl looked at the two guests, and then suddenly took out a picture scroll from under the table and said, "If you want to visit the trail of immortals, I suggest starting from Wu Village.

For more than ten years, there have been floods here, tsunamis roaring into the sky, and life has been devastated, and the immortal has come out as the times require. He is here to kill the dragon.

It is said that there is still dragon blood left on the beach in Nawu Village. Many people in the rivers and lakes said that they went to pick the sand there and put it back in a pot to cook the dragon blood. After drinking the soup, you can still feel angry. blood is enhanced.

The red sand we locals call Lonza is very precious. "

While she was talking,

The boat has swung away.

Amidst the rain, a slippery old bamboo pushed the boat off the water surface of Baihuaman Lake.

This is a sightseeing boat.

The little girl continued to speak "bah bah bah", she pointed to the map, "After going to Wu Village, this second stop, you have to go to Changsheji.

However, Changsheji has been destroyed now, but you can see how the natural disaster-like force destroyed the mountain.

After going to Changsheji, you can go to Changlong Peak next to it.

There is an altar of Seven Stars on Changlong Peak. When the immortals prayed at the altar of Seven Stars, they used the power of God to suppress the group of flood dragons, so that the tsunami that stretched thousands of miles receded and saved an unknown number of people.

However, when the two of you came, it was the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. After visiting Jinghu Lake today, if you don't have a place to stay, I can recommend a very good inn. The two of you will stay for one night and taste our Jiangnan food. Special dishes, when the weather is clear, there will be a carriage going east to take guests for a tour around. "

While she was talking, the guest on the opposite side had taken off the hat, put it aside, and took a sip of hot tea.

The little girl was stunned when she saw the guest's appearance.

She has never seen such a person with such a graceful bearing. This guest exudes a mysterious and detached charm, with blue silk and white hair tied together, quietly tied behind him.

A pair of eyes are as dull as the sky, as the sea, as the abyss, unable to be shocked by waves, unable to provoke storms, there are years and vicissitudes, wisdom and strength.

The little girl was stunned for a while. Looking at those eyes, she suddenly felt a feeling of "Lying on the top of the mountain and watching the stars in the middle of summer".

She actually forgot to continue talking, forgot to continue promoting the inn and the tour route.

Suddenly, the boat on the lake stopped.

This stop made the little girl react. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Did she commit a nympho?

That's not true, the man in front of me is much older than me.

She took a deep breath and said with a smile, "This is the heart of Jinghu Lake. It's hard to get there. As long as you move forward, you will be pushed back by a force. It is said that this is the residence of immortals.

He didn't want to be disturbed, so he set up a formation.

If guests want to pay homage, they can worship here three times. Many guests come here and bow three times to show their respect. When their hearts come, it's ok, and then we turn back. "

The man grabbed the hat, thought of her and smiled gently "Thank you."

Then, he walked out of the cabin.

The man behind him who looked like a book boy walked out with him.

The little girl looked at the back, thinking in her heart, it must be a gentleman from somewhere, it seems that she really has a university question.

She saw the two walking to the head of the boat.

Grandpa came back by himself, to smoke two puffs of dry cigarettes in the stern, and to give space to the guests.

The little girl watched curiously. For some reason, she always felt that these two people were very special.

Then

She saw the man step out towards the lake.

The little girl stared and exclaimed "Don't"

Before she finished speaking, she saw that the man did not sink into the water, but walked up on the lake in the autumn rain at this time.

The cloak and the hat are still there, it seems normal at first glance, but when I look at it again

The little girl couldn't believe it and rubbed her eyes fiercely. Not only the man, but even the book boy behind him walked on the water.

The two walked to the center of the lake that "repels all outsiders", and walked directly into it without any hindrance.

The little girl was stunned, and the handful of melon seeds she was holding suddenly loosened and scattered on the ground

She rushed out of the cabin and into the rain, looking into the distance in disbelief.

Recall the appearance of the man just now

She trembled and grabbed a prayer jade statue from her bosom.

The face of the jade statue and the man just now suddenly overlapped.

The little girl's eyes were red, and tears suddenly poured out. She hurried forward, laughing and crying again, and knelt on the bow of the boat.

It seems normal at first glance,

Who do I look like when I look at it again?

All the way to Xiantu for ten years,

Returning for a few winters and summers.

The news of Jinghu Immortal's return from his travels spread immediately.

More and more people visit.

Xia Ji was sitting quietly in the study of Lake Heart Manor.

The Son of Heaven is quietly studying ink,

Xia Ji took out the paper and spread it out,

Use a jade lion paperweight to hold the edges of the four corners.

The sound of researching ink stopped, and Ji Xuan quietly took two steps back.

Xia Ji started writing,

Close your eyes,

Meditation,

Dot the ink.

Then put down three words——Wan Dharma Scroll~IndoMTL.com~ and then continued a line of small characters

Anonymous scattered people, occasionally have income, practice in the text, worship the world.

No matter how high or low, everyone can read it. I don't want to be famous. I just want everyone in the world to be like a dragon.

Ji Xuan said, "Teacher, why do you want to name Wuming Sanren? You have been doing it for ten years, watching it for ten years, and mixing everything into a law with great wisdom. Now you preach the world, why don't you put your name on it? This is you Deserved honor."

The Son of Destiny has long been convinced at this time. No one knows the teacher's dread better than him, and no one knows the teacher's greatness better than him.

Xia Ji said, "It's enough for everyone in the world to be like a dragon, why bother to ask where the book comes from?"

Speak.

He swipes his pen.

He worked hard for this volume, read tens of thousands of books, and integrated the world's methods. Now it has become a book, preaching the world, and hiding his fame.