Between heaven and earth, one person sits alone, only accompanied by clouds and wind.

It is clear that this place is the most prosperous place in the middle of the continent, and even in the world, with millions of people flowing every day, however, looking at the back of the Taoist, there is an indescribable loneliness.

I can't tell, I can't tell, but that's what everyone thinks in their hearts.

Call~

Without seeing how to move, when An Qisheng raised his head, everyone realized that he was facing him head-on.

"Real people!"

"Ancestor!"

Yan Xiake, Wang Wei and others breathed sluggishly, and then they also bowed for a long time.

Even Wang Wei was no longer reckless at this time, and his expression was much more respectful.

The ore is still made into steel, not to mention Wang Xi's talent, there is no one among hundreds of millions of people?

After 30 years of polishing, it is not only the physique, mana, but also the state of mind that has been refined.

"Get up."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, and several people stood up involuntarily.

"How do you feel about these ninety years?"

An Qisheng looked at Sa Wuling.

After years of polishing, it is no longer the same, and it is no longer the old country road that once fled in distress.

His heart is more stable.

He had been able to perform funeral services for nearby villagers for ten years, but now he is even stronger.

"I've been happy, I've been angry, I've been hurt, I've regretted, and I've been afraid of ......"

Sa Wuling's eyes rippled, as if he was thinking back to everything that had happened in the past ninety years.

There are one hundred and two large states in Daqing, six hundred in small states, and the population is hundreds of millions, and the bizarre things that have happened in them are unknown, and there are not many evil cultivators and demon cultivators.

Along the way, he has survived his life, seen his followers seriously injured and died, seen ambushes and despair, and seen human tragedies......

An Qisheng's eyes seemed to have a flash of brilliance in the depths of his eyes, and he asked slowly:

"Now, are you still afraid?"

"Natural ....."

Sa Wuling sighed:

"I'm still afraid."

He inherited the way of Anqisheng, walked the unity of knowledge and action, not to cut off the seven feelings, he still has all the emotions that people should have, fear, fear, worry, joy, anger and sorrow, everything.

It's just that in the past, he fled because of fear, but now, he will rise to the challenge.

"It's good to be afraid, it's good to be afraid!"

An Qisheng bowed slightly, with a hint of sigh:

"You're ready to leave."

Call~

As he spoke, he made a casual move.

Sa Wuling's clothes did not move, but his body trembled, and as An Qisheng beckoned, a light invisible to the naked eye jumped out from his palm.

It was pinched in the palm of Anqisheng's hand.

"Master Hand!"

Sa Wuling's eyes flashed and disappeared, and then there was no flaw in his control.

He had already guessed many times that this hand was the teacher's handwriting, and when he saw this scene at this time, his heart suddenly became clear.

But at the same time, there is also some confusion.

In the past ninety years, we have been together day and night, and naturally we will not be without feelings.

In fact, along the way, he didn't know how many times he relied on this 'hand master' to get out of great trouble.

At this time, I couldn't help but be slightly worried.

"The way of purity, don't ask for anything else, and now you don't need other people's guidance."

An Qisheng put down his palm and said softly:

"His name is Mu Longcheng, and he is a former enemy of the division."

Mu Longcheng was originally an attempt by him.

At this time, the result was already known, and Sa Wuling did not need shelter and guidance, so he naturally had to take it back.

With his state at this time, it is not appropriate to stay in Mu Long City.

"Mulong City ......"

Sa Wuling chewed the name twice in his mouth before bowing:

"Teacher, Mr. Mu has the grace of guidance to his disciples, and I ask the teacher to be merciful."

"One lifetime of grievances and one lifetime of repayment, he was once my enemy, but dying once is enough to repay, and I will not kill him a second time."

An Qisheng replied casually.

Sa Wuling's heart was relieved, and he asked again: "Teacher, the disciple wants to meet with Mr. Mu......

"Go by yourself."

An Qisheng thought slightly, and then raised his hand, and a streamer of light sank into Sa Wuling's palm:

"An hour."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Sa Wuling took a deep breath and disappeared on the high platform.

"Yan Daxia."

At this time, An Qisheng looked at Yan Xiake, the pitch-black cloak was enough to block the gaze of the Great Tribulation True Man, but it could not hide his eyes.

Ninety years have passed, and Yan Xiake has also undergone several transformations.

It's a pity that the flesh and bones of the living dead are not something that can be done by waiting for leisure, and the talent is as strong as Gu Changfeng, and it took ten years for the bones to become adults.

Although Yan Xiake has luck and understanding, she can't compare to Gu Changfeng in the end.

With his state at this time, if there is no adventure, there will be no chance to incarnate as a human in this life.

"Real people."

Yan Xiake bowed slightly.

"The legislators have worked this trip, and you should preside over the banquet in the city at this time."

An Qisheng said lightly:

"After that, go out with me."

"Yes."

Yan Xiake had nothing to do, and after making a salute, she also left the high platform.

The two left one after another, and Wang Wei and Wei Shaoyou were left on the high platform.

One of the two has a changeable mind, and the other has well-developed limbs, which is flammable and explosive, but in the face of An Qisheng, they both lowered their heads, and quails did not dare to speak.

One, he really suffered a loss, and the one in the gossip furnace is still his nightmare.

One is to have a sincere awe for this old heavenly master who has disappeared in the long river of history and has never been recorded in later generations.

"The king is evil."

An Qisheng glanced at Wang Xi, who was even more majestic than before, his eyebrows were vertical and his eyes were red in gold, and his magic eyes were already perfect.

"Brother, disciple is here."

The king saluted evilly, and was a little restrained.

"You are gifted with a physique that is unparalleled in the world, and few people in ancient and modern times can match it, but you also have many troubles. The mastery of power is not idle, you used to be a child, unable to carry such power, and now, it is also a little insufficient. ”

An Qisheng pressed his hands on his knees and said calmly:

"Violent as thunder and furious as fire, this is your merit and fatal flaw. In the long run, even if you can cross all the thunder tribulations, you will not be able to become a primordial god. ”

Strength is the carrier of the state of mind, and the state of mind in turn carves strength.

The monks of this realm do not know much about the state of mind, naturally because the aura of heaven and earth, the Tao, the Buddha, the demons, the ghosts, the evil, and the five spiritual machines all contain extremely powerful infectious power.

Extremely susceptible to influence.

Wang Xi's talent comes from the 'Taoist spiritual machine', but what really inspires him is the 'dragon's anger, and the collision of the two qi machines has created his unparalleled talent potential in the world.

But at the same time, his heart will also be affected.

There are also such reasons for tempering in the gossip furnace, but it is not a simple matter to truly eradicate the poison in the heart.

"This ......"

Wang Wei thought for a moment and knelt on the ground:

"Ask the patriarch for advice."

"You're pretty simply."

An Qisheng was slightly dumbfounded, after thirty years of tempering, this big man still made some progress.

Wang Wei didn't speak.

He could accept kneeling to his own patriarch, but he still couldn't say anything flattering.

An Qisheng knew his thoughts, and he didn't embarrass him, and spoke directly:

"Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh, at this time, Daqing seems to be prosperous, but in fact, there are many internal problems, I intervene flawlessly, you will solve it for me!"

“....... Be a 300-year-old emperor! ”

Emperor?

Wang Wei raised his head suddenly, a little confused: "What emperor?" ”

Wei Shaoyou's face twitched, only to feel a little incredible.

Wang Wei is such a reckless man, and he actually let him be a mundane emperor?

Aren't you afraid that he will kill all the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty in a fit of rage?

"Naturally, it is the emperor of this big green."

An Qisheng flicked his hand, and a streamer flashed in the void, turning into a quaint locust wood token and falling into his hand.

"You want me to be emperor?"

Wang Wei came back to his senses this time, and his face was full of incredulity:

"Isn't Patriarch Mo joking?"

An Qisheng's face remained unchanged, and he asked rhetorically: "What do you say?" ”

The king groaned, and suddenly didn't dare to ask again, holding the token, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Of course, he didn't think it was a big deal to be an emperor.

But the emperor is the lord of a country, and God knows how many troubles?

How do you practice on your own?

"Governing the country is also practice."

Anqi had a point, but he was unmoved.

How great is the pressure to regulate yin and yang, manage all opportunities every day, and carry the survival of hundreds of millions of people?

Once you carry it, what a big gain?

Wang is as violent as thunder and as fierce as fire, but he needs this way to collect his temperament and polish his state of mind.

"The patriarch is not afraid that the disciples will be angry and resentful, and the people will be resentful?"

Wang Xie couldn't help but ask.

Although he has cultivation, being a Taoist priest is not the same thing as being an emperor, and it is not a good cultivation to do well.

He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to be an emperor.

"Naturally, I'm not afraid."

An Qisheng's face did not move.

He was really not afraid.

The operation of Daqing is no longer what it used to be, and the emperor is not the emperor alone who has the final say in major military affairs.

This is the prototype of his attempt in the Jiufu realm, and it has been carried forward in the past ninety years.

The role of the system is to reduce the rights of the individual.

Is it a one-man affair to govern the country?

A perfect system must not be placed on one person, and this point has been illustrated by the disintegrated Yin Si Chenghuang system.

As a lesson from the past, Anqisheng will naturally not repeat the mistakes of the past.

In the past 90 years, Huanggou has been the emperor, which is his attempt to this system.

What he wants is never a fragile system that will fall apart as soon as he leaves.

"Good!"

There was no way to retreat, so Wang Xie gritted his teeth and was about to leave with the token in his hand.

"You're in a hurry."

An Qisheng stopped him, and finally said:

"Don't kill."

"Good!"

The king was stunned, and then he got off the high platform, and the meteorite flew into the distance.

Wei Shaoyou looked at this scene, and his heart became more and more awe-inspiring.

Because he inadvertently remembered that Wang Xie was really an emperor in the legend, and his name seemed to be 'Qiguo'.......

Could it be because of his own ancestor?

"Wei Shaoyou."

In the end, An Qisheng looked at Wei Shaoyou, who didn't say a word from beginning to end.

This person is suspected to be from the Eleventh Age of the Future Emperor.

"The disciple is here."

Wei Shaoyou fell to his knees as if he had no bones, his expression respectful.

"Are you thinking, I'm so powerful, status, but I don't have a word about me in the future?"

An Qi's eyes were like a sea of stars, and he said lightly:

"Yes and no?"

Wei Shaoyou's body was shocked: 'He actually knows? ’

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