Three hundred and fortieth chapters after the world
The beauty of rivers and mountains comes from the heart.
King Xu Yan and Cao Yuqiu stood hand in hand, standing on the back hill of Funiu Town where Xu Qingmu had lived for twelve years, overlooking the little scenes under the setting sun. The little things in life that were intertwined with the youth, those things that were missed
The joy and teasing are all remembered by this landscape and land. The two of them cling to each other, hoping to feel some of the warmth left in the time that their son has stepped on.
"Yangzhi, Qingmu will come back, right?"
King Xu Yan couldn't help but tighten his arms around the woman who had been with him for more than twenty years. As the former Emperor Yan, of course he knew the difficulty of the word "come back." Qi Linglong's cruelty was unparalleled by anyone.
Unexpectedly, the kindhearted person who is as beautiful as a flower. The strength of Qi Linglong has already broken through the despairing Poji state.
How to come back?
Of course Emperor Yan knew that Xu Qingmu took off alone that night. As a father, he should have stopped him, but for human considerations, he could not and would not stop him.
So he could only secretly go to Jian Wuque and Fu Xi, hoping that they could take action to save even a trace of his soul.
Feeling the strong embrace of King Xu Yan next to her, tears fell silently from Queen Cao's face. The wind at the end of April already smelled of rice flowers, but this time, she could no longer open her heart and look at the beautiful places in the world.
: "Yangzhi, I heard that on the back mountain, Qingmu hid some pickles that he was reluctant to eat when he was young. Let's go and have a look and have a taste."
The man, who didn't speak much, responded softly, "Yeah," and then the two of them stepped out together and disappeared.
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Royal Palace.
Xu Yong, who had already learned that the God King was forced back to the sky by Xu Qingmu's sword, stood up excitedly and looked at the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty kneeling on the ground. This man who once seized power has now passed away when King Xu Yan governed the country.
Prince Changling, who was on the way, was so excited that he ignored the emperor's majesty. While pacing back and forth, he seemed to have made an extremely important decision: "Send an order to remove my statue in the back hall of the palace and replace it with that of my nephew Xu Qingmu!"
A civil servant stood up and quickly stopped him: "Your Majesty, you can't! That statue is the bearer of dragon luck and the blessing of your Majesty's millions of descendants..."
"Fuze is a fart! Without the protection of my nephew, where would the peace of the world come, and where would the inheritance of dragon luck come? Pass my order, from today on, all the temples in the world are only allowed to worship two people, one is
My nephew Xu Qingmu, another..."
Xu Yong seemed to be thinking. After a long time, his voice became firm and majestic: "The other one will use 'sword' as a substitute!"
Some ministers wanted to speak, but looking at the determined Xu Yong, they had no choice but to kneel on the ground. The civil and military officials of the court tried to stop them, but in their hearts they actually agreed with the emperor's approach. This time, "Long live my emperor, long live the emperor."
, shout louder and calmer than usual.
No one noticed that the three-point dragon energy that was about to escape silently descended and entrenched itself above the palace, even stronger than before.
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Lilan Palace.
Xu Kun, who came out of the Lihuo Realm, stood on the top of the dilapidated Lilan Palace. The once prosperous scenes had completely disappeared. Walking slowly on the familiar square, Xu Kun's appearance condensed with the rules of the Lihuo Realm.
There were no tears on his body. Xu Kun stood still, lowered his head and touched the Taotie spirit beast that Xu Qingmu gave to him. Thinking of the boy's repaying kindness with kindness in Lihuo, Xu Kun said to himself: "Maybe it really is.
I was wrong?"
The Taotie under him had his intelligence activated and rubbed Xu Kun's hand with his head.
"I know that Third Uncle is wrong, and I also want to organize, but...but..." Xu Kun squatted down in pain, recalling the father-mother-like warmth that Xu Sanning brought to him,
Xu Kun, who had never been wronged before, squatted on the ground dejectedly. At this moment, Xu Kun seemed to understand in his heart the "big love" and "little love" that the young man said, and also understood why the young man could have been in the Lihuo Realm.
He lives the rest of his life in peace, but insists on rushing towards the golden power of rules again and again.
For a long time, until the evening breeze became a little colder, Xu Kun wandered around
He stood up and looked at the already somewhat damaged words "Lilan Palace". Xu Kun took a deep breath, jumped up and stood next to the plaque, stretched out his hand to gently wipe off some dust on it, and said softly: "Palace Master, I
I want to make a decision, and I hope you won’t blame me after you die."
Xu Kun jumped down from the city gate, and together with Taotie, he chopped down a huge ancient tree from the old forest in the back mountain, and then set it up in the courtyard. Then he took out the weapon he carried and began to carve it stroke by stroke.
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For three whole days, Xu Kun did not close his eyes. Looking from a distance, he already looked like a young man.
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The old black dog wandering around the human world looked at the human world that had purged the spirits that had escaped from the battlefield of the gods, and sighed heavily. In the past few years, he has participated in the bet between the human world and the divine world.
If you doubt whether you should stick to it, you are right to start now.
The old black dog made his last stop and returned to Funiu Town. He was still under the same willow tree that Xu Qingmu had poured apricot wine on. He looked a little old and troubled. He squatted down on his four legs that could no longer walk.
Resting his head on his front hooves, he looked quietly into the distance.
The young boy with bare buttocks and the old beggar chasing him with a stick seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. The lively scene of fighting and making trouble made people yearn for it.
"Why, don't you insist on enduring it?"
The old black dog did not turn his head, but there was already a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, the naked boy has now become emperor with one sword, and the old guy who chased me has also died on the horizon. My old bones,
It should have been dispersed long ago."
It's an old scalper.
Like the old black dog, the old scalper squatted down next to the old black dog and squeezed the old black dog aside: "Yes, it's time for us, the last village guards, to leave."
The old black dog was a little dissatisfied and squeezed back. However, the old scalper was too big and did not move at all: "By the way, why are you talking so much today? In the past, I would scold you a few times, but you were as motionless as a piece of wood.
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"Oh, I can't bear to leave you."
Hu Dou sighed a little, but then he felt relieved and said: "Forget it, you and I have seen enough of this world. Now that we have the support of the juniors, you and I feel relieved. It's time to let go."
Things after death in this world.
It will be taken care of by future generations.
The evening breeze blew through the willow trees above our heads, like a last gentle wave goodbye. By the remote river where no one knew, when night fell, the two old black dogs and old scalpers who had appeared in Funiu Town for unknown reasons very early, stood next to each other.