When people see flowers and green willows, they will subconsciously praise: this flower is so beautiful, this willow tree is so lush.

But no one knows how much the earth has paid, and time is fleeting. Lin Meng suddenly felt that his body couldn't help but start shaking.

Everyone rushed out of the house: "It's an earthquake!

The earthquake was brutal, destroying half of the houses in the small village and killing countless people. Everyone gathered together in pain to comfort each other and curse at each other: this damn earthquake...

Is that what you're trying to say? Giving doesn't always pay off, and helping others doesn't necessarily get appreciated. If the way of heaven is to go with the flow and balance all things, then the way of the earth is to give everything, regardless of gain or loss. ”

As Lin Meng said this paragraph, the grand voice sounded again: The way of the earth is virtuous, and it is not lived.

After another whirlwind, Lin Meng opened his eyes again.

He had reached the ninety-sixth ladder.

"Is this level so simple?" Lin Meng was a little incredible, compared to the previous gravity space and the Heavenly Illusory Realm, the levels above the ninetieth order seemed to be very simple.

The ladder is divided into three parts, and the first fifty steps are a competition of combat power between warriors.

Between the 50th and 90th floors is a test of the flesh and the mind.

And above the 90th floor is 'conscience'.

This 'asking the heart' is not an ordinary heart, but a Dao heart.

If it weren't for Lin Meng who had restored his Dao heart to perfection before, the test of the Heavenly Dao alone would not have been something he could pass.

But even if his Dao heart was complete, in the illusion of the Heavenly Dao, he almost caused a catastrophe because of impulsiveness. Anyway, he caught his mistake in time and tried to stop it.

As for the way of the earth, when Ren Tu entered it, it was far less easy than Lin Meng. It took him more than a hundred years to attain enlightenment.

Lin Meng was able to pass so easily, even he didn't expect it to be thanks to his living environment on Earth for hundreds of years. All the people on the earth may not be much higher in cultivation than the outside world, and there are even a large number of mortals who cannot cultivate.

However, in terms of the level of understanding of the Dao, many martial artists in the Heaven and Earth Realm and even the Nebula Realm could not compare to the mortals on the earth. This is also the reason why Earth has not been in contact with the outside world since it came to the Celestial Furnace Galaxy.

The reason for this is that there are three major texts circulating on the earth.

"The Book of Songs", "The Book of Taoism", "The Words of the Tao".

The last two classics are said to be Dao Zu's interpretation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, of course, even if Dao Zu understands the Three Thousand Dao, he can't express it completely accurately. Just like the first sentence of the opening chapter of the "Tao Jing": Tao can be very Tao.

As for the first "Sutra", it is said that it was left behind after the Holy Emperor saved the world. In whose hands is unknown.

Lin Meng was forced by his father to read through three classics since he was a child, and he once asked his father who was Daozu?

The father said ominously: "A man who stands at the top." ”

"And who is the person who wrote the Sutra?"

"He's the Lord of Kyushu, a man we need to remember forever, but you don't have the right to know right now, when you'll be able to survive a move under me. ”

"Who is Kyushu?" Lin Meng still didn't give up, and he had the meaning of getting to the bottom of it.

"Kyushu is our hometown, a place we have to go back to. The resolute gaze in Father Lin's eyes was something Lin Meng had never seen before.

The people of the Heavenly Furnace Galaxy are keen on the improvement of cultivation, and the earth is the most re-cultivation.

It was the perennial exposure that allowed Lin Meng to pass the level of the Way of the Earth so easily.

The most important thing is that Lin Meng knows what the next level is to test, and he also knows how to quickly pass the next level.

Ninety-six ladders.

There was a change in front of him, and after everything calmed down, he sat high on a wide dragon chair, wearing a crown on his head, wearing an ochre yellow robe, and hundreds of civil and military officials below him were lined up on both sides, it was the Son of Heaven.

Lin Meng was very excited when he saw this, and he was not in a hurry to get through this level, let's see what happened next.

Ever since he came to the Conscience Level above the Ninetieth Order, Lin Meng had always been a bystander, and had never come into contact with anyone at all. This time it was easy to have a chance, and he was well established, so he decided to take a look at the situation here.

One person shouted loudly: "The faint king listens to Daji's words, and loses the righteousness of the monarch and the minister! What a pity to resign from Maybo's position now, as light as dust! But I can't bear to become a soup for hundreds of years of foundation and die in the hands of the faint king. Today, I heard that the Taishi was marching north, the dynasty was unified, Pepsi was confused, and the emperor listened to the ministers who slandered him, and he was confused left and right. In the deep palace with Daji, day and night, seeing the chaos in the world, the minister had no face to see the first emperor Yu Huangquan. ”

Lin Meng was startled and almost fell off the dragon chair: "I'm the King of Xuan!"

As an earthling, I'm afraid there is no one who doesn't know who the king is.

Synonymous with faint king, a good expert in carrying the pot.

Almost all natural and man-made disasters in history can be attributed to King Xu, as well as the two people who are even more unlucky than him.

Fortunately, the woman next to him gently supported him, which saved Lin Meng from embarrassment.

Lin Meng turned his head and subconsciously wanted to thank him, but just a glance at Lin Meng couldn't take his eyes off, but when he saw the woman, dark clouds and sideburns, apricot face and peach cheeks, light spring mountains, delicate waist willows, really like a begonia drunk sun, pear blossoms with rain.

Lin Meng bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a stream of blood flowed from his mouth down his throat into his body, and then he barely moved his eyes.

He has also seen a lot of beauties, not to mention far away, let's just say that Zhan Yunning or Li Shiyu is not a first-class beauty. But compared to this person, it's still a little worse. It's not that there is a difference between the two of them in appearance and figure and this person, but the difference in temperament and natural eyebrow bones.

"Ahem!" Lin Meng coughed lightly twice, trying to stabilize his mind: "Who is kneeling?"

As soon as these words came out, the house was full of whispers.

"What's the matter, the king? Didn't he just cut Mei Bo to the position of doctor and never use it, why did he forget it so quickly?" Although everyone in the hall was puzzled, no one dared to speak out.

"Aha!" Lin Meng learned Yuwen Nianwei to scream to ease the embarrassing atmosphere: "···"

"The king means that you are a minister, and the king is a king. The ministers stood on top of the palace, raised their eyebrows, and rebuked the king. This is a great rebellion, a disorderly argument, someone has come! With the order of the king, the cannon is burning Mabel!" and the guards came in response.

Seeing this, the ministers were shocked, and raised their eyes to peek at Lin Meng's reaction.

Lin Meng didn't care if this was an illusion at this time, but he didn't expect that this Daji would really bring disaster to the country and the people. Not only is her body bewitching, but even her voice is so seductive, listening to Lin Meng's soul wandering out of the world, scattered in the sky, soft bones and muscles, hot ears and eyes. What she said specifically, Lin Meng didn't hear it clearly at all.

Seeing this, the ministers didn't dare to say more, for fear that too many words would lead to death.