On the Heavenly Tomb Mountain.

Feng Qingyan stood still.

Although he knew that the primeval was thick, he had not seen it grow thicker with his own eyes.

Between the lines, there are only words such as tragedy, sorrow, despair, blood, and hope, but can you know what kind of blood and tears are in the eyes of these words?

He didn't know.

Thus.

He wanted to go after the primeval, to find the primeval.

He is no longer unrelated to Kyushu, and he is no longer unrelated to Taikoo.

When he thought of Taikoo, he couldn't ignore one person, that person, he didn't know the name, only that Taikoo was honored as the emperor......

He passed through the stone peak, which is the sword mountain, which can also be said to be the sword of heaven's will.

I vaguely see a lot of the emperor's vague life.

But in the vague life, I saw a lot of tragedy, a lot of sorrow, a lot of despair, a lot of blood and tears......

It was because he saw this from the emperor that he was able to see the heaviness of the primeval world.

He saw the footprints of the emperor and traveled to every corner of Kyushu.

But no one knew that the emperor had come.

He saw the Emperor's sword slash countless foreign enemies and quell countless dark turbulences.

But no one knew that the emperor ever existed.

He saw that the emperor had worked hard for Kyushu, laid out the eternal layout, and incarnated the will of heaven.

But.

Still no one knew that the emperor was with Kyushu.

It is precisely because of the heaviness of the emperor that his cooled imperial heart is blazing and turned into a boiling oven. Therefore, he thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to write the emperor's life in the Heavenly Tomb Mountain, which can also be regarded as a book to mend the heavenly tomb.

Now.

He waved his pen and wrote down word by word, but the words were scattered and could not be condensed.

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

After a few breaths, he wrote the emperor's life again, but the words could not be completed, and it seemed that the emperor's life could not be written.

He tried the third, the fourth.

All the way up to the 10th.

Again and again, again and again, again and again, there are no attempts.

How can the world not know about the merits of the emperor?

But.

In the end, the life of the emperor could not be written.

Maybe he was not qualified to write, or maybe it was the emperor's life merits that he didn't need others to write.

Heaven and earth have their own imprint.

Now.

Feng Qingyan threw his pen and laughed.

If heaven and earth have their own imprint, why don't the world know about it?

Does this heaven and earth want to erase the traces of the emperor's existence, erase the emperor's life, erase the emperor's merits?

If so.

On this day, it should really be peaceful.

Suddenly, he felt the malice of the sky......

Perhaps he should understand why the thirteenth emperor wants to kill the heavens and the emperor wants to level the heavens.

He finally came up with a magic pen.

He didn't want to miss it, and the heavens could erase the power of God.

When the Shenlai pen was taken out, there seemed to be a dreamlike atmosphere between heaven and earth, which made the Confucian students on Tianfen Mountain a little puzzled.

Feng Qingyan pondered for a while, and then wrote the word "emperor".

But.

The life of the emperor, the exploits of the emperor, he still can't write, it seems that something is stuck, so he can't write at all.

Unable to write.

He looked at Tianyu angrily—

In the end, it was only written that the emperor was with Kyushu, with you and me......

After writing.

The Confucian scholars on the Heavenly Tomb Mountain immediately felt that "the emperor is with Kyushu, with you and me", and his heart immediately vibrated as if he had touched something in the dark.

But there was always a veil that prevented them from peeking into the emperor's life.

"The Emperor is with Kyushu, with you and me......"

There are Confucian scholars who read it.

In a trance, he felt the presence of the emperor and seemed to be watching him right in front of him.

However, when he came back to his senses, he found that it was just an illusion.

And at this time.

The Confucian people in the Confucian City also knew the ethereal sound of the Heavenly Tomb, and they all poured in with some curiosity. Although they could no longer hear the ethereal sound, the remnants of the primeval aura of the Heavenly Tomb Mountain still surprised them.

"What happened to Tianfen Mountain just now?"

The Confucian scholars who poured in from the Confucian City asked curiously, and also found that Tianfen Mountain seemed to have become a little different.

It seemed to be taller, more majestic and heavier, as if it had traveled back from the primeval times.

Quite a few people were amazed.

Especially the doctors and teachings of Tianfen Mountain.

When Feng Qingyan took back his pen and was about to leave, three figures came to him.

It is the Lord of Great Benevolence, the Lord of Righteousness, and the Lord of Great Rites.

At this time, they looked at Feng Qingyan in shock, and clearly felt the ancient breath from Feng Qingyan's body.

The canonization seems to have really gone back to the primeval times.

At the moment they opened their mouths wide and could not say anything.

Half an hour later.

The Great Benevolent Lord said, "Canonized but returned to the primeval world?"

"If it's primeval there, it's time to go back to primeval. Feng Qingyan looked at the three of them and said in a deep voice.

The three of them were shocked when they heard this.

Although they had already guessed, they were also shocked when they guessed. However, when it was confirmed in the mouth of the canon, there were still thousands of waves in my heart.

"What is Swire like?"

When the Lord came back to his senses, his eyes were full of expectant questions, and he longed for the ancients.

"What is Swire like?"

Feng Qingyan thought about it, and after a while, he said: "I just glanced at it in a hurry, and I couldn't see what Taigu looked like, probably like Heavenly Tomb Mountain." ”

"Like a mountain of heavenly graves?"

The Lord of Great Rites frowned and pondered, such an answer was indeed disappointing, and said: "Then please canonize and tell me what you see at a glance, even if it is green mountains and weeds, please tell me." ”

Da Renhe and Da Yi nodded curiously.

Feng Qingyan fell silent and began to recall the appearance of the desolate ancient world, and then began to talk about the desolate ancient land he saw at first sight.

It was a few feet high......

He talked about the ancient world in detail, and the three of them listened quietly, with a faint yearning in their eyes.

Now.

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Since the merits of the emperor's life cannot be written, can it be said?

So, he was ready to say the sword of providence.

But.

He was stuck.

"Say, what do you see outside the sky?"

The Great Celebrant Lord urged, the yearning in his eyes became even stronger, and he couldn't wait to fly into the primeval world immediately.

At this time, the Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord suddenly discovered that something was wrong with Feng Qingyan.

"I saw the emperor with Kyushu, with you and me......"

Ultimately.

Feng Qingyan only said this sentence.

The three of them were all a little regretful, as if they had missed the primeval times.

"Great Benevolent Lord, how long has it been since I went to the Heavenly Tomb Mountain?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"Half a year. ”

Great benevolence said.

Feng Qingyan's hanging heart finally let go completely.

Fortunately, it was only half a year.

However, he had spent hundreds of thousands of years in the desolate ancient world, so he was really afraid that the grass on the grave of the Great Benevolent Lord would be a few feet high.

Now that half a year has passed, he should also leave.

Now.

He walked down the Tianfen Mountain, walked out of the Holy Land, and came to the valley outside the Confucian City.

And the sect leader, Sikong, Shaoli master and others were engrossed in polishing the dragon yin inkstone, and they didn't know what happened in Tianfen Mountain.

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