In the early morning, the sky had just brightened, but the Chinese Empire had become a little solemn.

Throughout the empire, countless people and horses began to shuttle frantically, and these people were all members of the Ji family. The eldest young master of the Ji family, Ji Tianlin is about to get married, but at this critical moment, the eldest and youngest grandmother said goodbye, and this face can be regarded as being lost home.

Suzhou and Hangzhou, in the Jiuyi Hall.

Yan Xiaojin said helplessly, "This... What the hell is going on!"

"Originally, I had been wondering, but now that I think about it, Jinhui may really have made such a choice, maybe there was really a reason!" Su Jie said in a low voice, "Anyway, her departure must be true, otherwise there is no need for the Ji family to joke about their faces... For now, finding Jinhui is the most important thing!"

Ling Jie also nodded, and then ordered to the people of the Jiuyi Hall below, "Let all the brothers in the hall mobilize all their manpower and material resources to find Sister Jinhui... In addition, if the Ji family dares to come to the door to ask for the crime, remember to notify me as soon as possible!"

Ling Jie's heart was very angry, she had always regarded Shu Jinhui as a good sister, and this time it broke her heart.

But now it seems that Shu Jinhui's decision was also forced to be helpless, and the biggest possibility was that he was coerced by the Ji family. Out of morality, Ling Jie can't easily clash with the Ji family, but if the Ji family dares to take the initiative to bump into the muzzle, then it's no wonder that she can't be blamed.

Suddenly, the entire Jiuyi Hall also became busy, listening to the movements of the Ji family on the one hand, and tracking Shu Jinhui's traces on the other.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that the Ji family has lost face this time, when an old antique is ready to do something to Jiuyitang. Ji Tianlin stood up and stopped everyone's decision, coupled with the pressure from the Long family and the Ling family, this matter slowly came to an end after all.

In the secret room of the mountain behind the Ji family, a handsome young man was imprisoned in it, and this was the place where the Ji family punished the people of the family.

Ji Tianlin waved his palm, the prohibitions around him dispersed, and he slowly walked in. His eyes fell on the young man in front of him, and he said coldly, "Hehe, are you satisfied now?" Jinhui escaped, the wedding was messed up, and the entire Ji family was turned upside down because of your willfulness!"

This young man is Ji Tiansheng, after helping Shu Jinhui escape, he didn't resist anything, and was obediently arrested back to the back mountain.

After listening to Ji Tianlin's words, Ji Tiansheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally Shu Jinhui escaped. His eyes moved back to Ji Tianlin, and he whispered, "Big brother, I'm sorry!"

"Hehe, you're not sorry for me... I, Ji Tianlin, there is no shortage of women! What you are really sorry for is the ancestors and ancestors of our Ji family, do you know how many people our Ji family will become a laughing stock after this time!" Ji Tianlin said coldly.

Ji Tiansheng was silent, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only stand there aggrieved.

Ji Tianlin's eyes flickered, but then he returned to his indifferent countenance, and said angrily, "It seems that my father and I have always loved you too much, so that you can be so willful... This time, no one will choose to tolerate anymore, so just stay here and admit your mistakes!"

After speaking, he didn't hesitate and turned to leave, but there was a hint of an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at his back, Ji Tiansheng still said sorry in his heart.

No matter what Ji Tianlin said, it was true that he messed up his wedding, and he also stole the family heirloom. In fact, this is not a punishment, he doesn't have to worry about food or clothing here, and he has a little less trouble outside, so why wouldn't he do it?

It's just that in my heart, I still can't let go of Shu Jinhui, and I don't know how she is now.

In his mind, Shu Jinhui's resolute look flashed when he left. Ji Tiansheng finally muttered to himself in a low voice, "Probably I can only help you get here... The road ahead, no matter how many hardships and hardships there are, you can only rely on yourself!"

When the words fell, he sat cross-legged and quietly cultivated.

At this time, Shu Jinhui, who was being frantically searched for by the whole Huaxia Kingdom, was hiding in an absolutely safe place. The back mountain of Huanze University, Fengyun Mountain, to be precise, Shu Jinhui is located in an exotic space that uses Fengyun Mountain as a teleportation array and arrives.

Not to mention Huaxia Kingdom, even if it is the entire earth, except for Xuanyin Shenggu and Shu Jinhui, I am afraid that no one else can exert this kind of spatial power.

This exotic space is extremely narrow, and can only accommodate two or three people, but it is not easy to carve out such a space on Fengyun Mountain. At this time, Shu Jinhui was standing alone inside, and in front of him, floating were four equally glorious jade jue.

Looking closely, every piece of jade is actually the jade of the Four Emperors.

Jiuyitang originally had two pieces of the Jade of the Four Emperors in her hands, one from the Xuanyin Holy Aunt, plus the one from the Ji family, who would have thought that the Jade of the Four Emperors, which had never been gathered, would be collected by her. At this moment, she was standing there anxiously, with a ray of light emerging from her palms, but cold sweat was gradually oozing from her face.

One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes...

Time passed quickly, but there was not the slightest vision, and everything was as usual. Shu Jinhui muttered anxiously, "How can this be... Can't it really be successful?"

But she still didn't give up, this method was given to her by Xuanyin Holy Aunt. Even in order to let her have enough strength to complete, Xuanyin Shenggu passed on all her skills to her, and finally ended up in a disillusioned end.

For this final result, she has endured too much and sacrificed too much, and there is no way back except for success.

This situation had been stalemate for an hour or two, and finally, just when she was about to dash all hopes, a white light flashed in front of her. Although this light is very small, and can even be described in four words, it is enough to rekindle Shu Jinhui's hope.

With a push of the palm of his hand, he used the exercises more forcefully, impacting the ethereal spatial boundary again and again.

Flood Continent, in the Holy Emperor City.

At this time, a thousand years had passed since Wei Jiu decided to retreat.

Sitting on that high throne, Wei Jiu's eyes were full of tiredness. His long white hair fluttered in the air, and he didn't see his original majesty at all, and he sat there so quietly, but the trees around him seemed to be exhausted by the desolate atmosphere.

Yes, for thousands of years, he sat on this throne, and nothing ever happened that made his heart throb.

Thousands of years have passed, and everything has long been a matter of people. The Holy Emperor City still occupies this continent, and Wei Jiu is also the only master of this continent, but Han Tianxiao and Zhou Hanbo have long since died, and all the people who followed him at the beginning have already experienced birth, old age, sickness and death one after another.

In fact, this is an inevitable result, and it has been doomed since he originally limited the average strength of this continent.

In today's Honghuang Continent, science and civilization can already reach the feudal period of the Chinese Empire, and with the prosperity of culture, people's desire for power is getting weaker and weaker. The spiritual energy of the mainland was finally recovered under the nourishment of the Void Heaven Divine Tree, but people who were no longer obsessed with cultivation naturally did not develop their cultivation all the way.

A new society, a new civilization, but without the support of strength, the life span of these people will be greatly reduced.

Basically, the average life expectancy is about 300 years old, and Han Tianxiao and Zhou Hanbo have only lived less than 500 years old. Wei Jiu did not choose to renew the lives of these people, birth, old age, sickness and death are the only way for a society to grow up alternately, and if he changes wantonly, he will violate the rules.

Sometimes life is death and death is life, and although they are gone forever, their children are still carrying on their vision.

In the past thousand years, Wei Jiu has also been to Yongsheng Cemetery twice, but then slowly he stopped going. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare, after preparing and arranging everything, he finds that he can't do anything after all, and the guilt caused by this gap makes him not know how to face those dead old people.

Yes, he still failed after all, and the element of time was far from being something he could master.

No one knows better than him how long a thousand years are. He sat on this throne, feeling the rhythm of time day by day, and experiencing the baptism of time day after day, but the realization obtained in this can only be described in four words.

The power of time is like quicksand between the fingers, although it is only held in the hand, but it can never be grasped.

After contemplating the millennium, his cultivation has reached the peak of the True Immortal Realm, and he can step into the ethereal Divine Dao in one step. Even the absorption of the power of faith, the epiphany of the elements and rules, he rose to a whole new level, a height that no one had ever reached.

It's just that what makes him desperate is that the power of time has not grown with it, or that it has grown too slowly.

As soon as the palm of the hand is flipped over, a small fresh flower appears between the palms. Wei Jiu's slender fingers brushed the flower, and immediately, I saw it withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly turning into a stump and falling to the ground.

This is the so-called power of time, he uses time to make the flowers grow old and wither.

This is the result of thousands of years of research, and he can use the power of time to accelerate the aging rate of flowers. In other words, he can make the time in an interval flow quickly, fast enough to be born at the moment of birth, directly to the moment of old age and death.

But in the end, he only learned this kind of acceleration, but he did not comprehend the countercurrent that was most needed.

He can make a flower from life to death, but he can't make a dead flower return to its living state. There was a flash of pain in his eyes, and although this ability was strong, it was not enough to revive those who were dead and asleep.

The gaze changed from deep to numb, yes, mourning is greater than heart death, such pain is probably only understood by him alone.