Right and wrong are all settled, but it's all human-made.
Xu Qingmu froze on the spot, his eyes were distracted, and he stared blankly at the God King in front of him. Even the wooden sword beside him had lost all its light. If his spirit was lost, even the gods would not be able to save him.
The young man was just stuck on the spot, not knowing what to think. The God King on the other side was still whispering softly: "Haha, Xu Qingmu, since you were born, I have secretly come to the world to observe you as Situ Jing. When you are in danger in a mountain village, you fall into a trap.
Is it really a natural coincidence that you carried yourself into the valley for three days, that you lay on the window edge every winter during the Chinese New Year, and that you have Lin Zhenbei and Song Zihan next to you?"
Then the God King turned around and looked at Fuxi with some pride: "Grandpa, you lost after all."
Fuxi sighed and looked at Xu Qingmu with some pity. The latter raised his head after a while: "Huang Xi, is this true?"
Speechless again.
Die Qi stood beside Xu Qingmu at a loss, and wanted to hold the boy's hand, but Xu Qingmu pushed him away: "I guess even meeting Die Qi and the subsequent overture of kindness were arranged by you, right?
"
The young man's disgusted face made Die Qi even more confused.
"Qingmu..."
"Don't call me that!" The young man was hysterical: "What do we think of us as humans? The chips and victims of the bet between you gods? Can you tamper with a person's luck and determine the trajectory of his life? You are no different from them.
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The last two words were like nails, fixed in Fuxi's heart. What the young man said was true. Before going to the Lihuo Realm, Qi Linglong, who was already the God King, used great means to protect Fuxi's soul, and then some
They were angry and wanted to prove that they were right. So there was a bet between the two of them after the God-Slaying Battlefield. And it was precisely because the Old Five Emperors knew the truth here that they completely rebelled against the Heavenly Realm and fought to the death for
The world has fought for peace for a thousand years. Mo Li, who lives by the long river of time, fell into reincarnation because of this. After hundreds of generations, he could not stop the seven exquisite gods from breaking through the sky a thousand years later.
"But Xu Qingmu, I admire you very much. Hundreds of people before you did not live past the age of twelve, but not only did you not die, but you took this opportunity to rise up, step by step, and actually broke through the past.
His state of mind has reached the God-killing state. This alone is quite impressive."
God King Qi Linglong indeed has an extremely soft face, coupled with a graceful figure that makes people crazy, and some looming spring scenery, it is inevitable that people will be swayed. But in Xu Qingmu's eyes, underneath the beauty, there is nothing but evil.
Wang Shuai and Xu Pei, with Bai Qi standing next to them, seemed to understand the whole story through the occasional exchanges between the three of them.
Qi Linglong's ambition is to reactivate the battlefield of the gods, let the murderous energy that has been lingering for countless years come back to the world, and then use the resentment of the human beings to fight for the one that can make the gods rise again.
That just in case.
But in the end, they were blocked by ten god kings.
In the end, Qi Linglong resolutely resisted and killed nine of the ten god kings. Only Fuxi, who had raised her, was imprisoned in the Lihuo Realm. Then she extracted the godhead of the only Yan Emperor and re-empowered the five
The new emperor is constantly trying to break through the sky that was sealed by the lives of the five old emperors. Fuxi, the god king in the realm of Lihuo, uses the disaster beast to contact the living Yan Emperor and chooses one every hundred years.
Human sword masters are trained. But as God King Qi Linglong said, no sword master seed has been able to live beyond the age of twelve in these years. It was not until the last hundred years, and the only chance, that Emperor Yan met the love of his life, Cao Yuqiu.
After that, he concealed his identity and reincarnated into the dynasty of that year as King Xu Yan, taking Cao Yuqiu as his wife. In order to create conditions for Xu Qingmu to guard the world in the future, he took the initiative to seduce the emperor of the Qingming Demon Clan, thereby providing the opportunity for Xu Qingmu to seize the emperor.
Be prepared to resolve the millennium-old conflict between the two clans. But after Emperor Qingming came to the throne, Empress Cao accidentally found out about it, so Song Zihan went to work with Xu Qingmu in one hand and sword in hand, hiding in Funiu Town.
After that, it was a plot that they all knew.
But the only ones who broke the established growth process of the sword master were Cao Tong who also fell into reincarnation for some reason, the young Taoist priest Cao Dan who first entered Funiu Town, and Cao Dan's bald master.
That bald head
The Taoist, the old Taoist with the sun, moon, yin and yang and fish on his head, was originally the disciple of Nuwa, one of the ten god kings. When Qi Linglong suddenly sought power and usurped the throne, she was sent to reincarnation in the human world by Nuwa through great means. And Cao Tong himself,
It is a ray of Nuwa's soul. The final bald head, with the beads condensed from his own soul, exchanges Cao Tong's last life with the Qiu Chi in the South China Sea, and it is also the last ray of Nuwa's soul.
It was Cao Tong's intrusion that caused the whole thing to go awry. Therefore, Qi Linglong, who was already the God King, had to take action in person, secretly breaking through the sky at a high cost, and silently paying attention to the young man as Situ Jing.
's growth.
The bet she made with Fuxi was that this young man would not be able to pass the last test before becoming a sword master - his state of mind.
So now she is extremely proud and proud. She won, so even Fuxi must admit that she is right now. She was also right back then!
Now winning the bet is a foregone conclusion. Li Chengru, who was beside him, spent all his life, but could not break Xu Qingmu's happiness. Even back then, on the mountain road with high mountains and long waters in Mingfeng Village, the old man patted his shoulder with one hand: "Xu Qingmu
, if you have the chance, take care of millions of living beings in this world for me."
The towering mountains rise from the plains, but now they are only halfway up the mountains.
It's a pity.
Emperor Yan's thousand-year management, Fu Dou's constant companionship day and night, and Fu Xi who tried every means in the Lihuo Realm, was finally defeated by the last young man's state of mind.
But no one complained. The young man who was only twenty years old had already done very well. At least from the beginning to the end, when the young man resisted the pressure, he never complained. Fuxi wanted to move forward, but was distracted by his heart.
The ashen young man stopped his eyes and looked at Xu Qingmu whose eyes were blood red. Fuxi just apologized: "Xu Qingmu, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
The language is pale and feeble, just like when I stood barefoot under the window sill, standing on tiptoes and watching the heat steaming in the house, watching the happiness and harmony. Looking back, I only have loneliness for company, and that winter, no matter what
The endless snow and the shabby quilt that cannot keep you warm.
"Why, why does it have to be me!"
The young man fell into hysteria again, staring at Fuxi opposite him, his eyes bloodshot and roaring.
In the sky as scarlet as blood, a gust of breeze suddenly blew inexplicably. From the Lin Mansion in Funiu Town, a figure dressed in a white dress took one step out. There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. The figure only took three or two steps, but it was already there.
Arrive in front of Xu Qingmu.
Then, he held the young man in his arms.
"Qingmu, my mother is sorry for you. You have suffered so much these years..."
Then, in Yu Qi Linglong's frightened eyes, the still somewhat elegant man strolled over with an old black dog whose body was as black as ink. In the man's eyes, the depth and love of his father had never dissipated.
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After that, there is a girl with a smile:
"I haven't seen a shooting star yet, so I can't run away like this."