Chu Lie's consciousness was a little dazed now.

In the end, he seemed to be dead, but he didn't seem to be dead, sleeping in the endless light, as if he had a long and real dream, with an endless void, a cold universe and an empty and empty White Emperor Palace, where he sat cross-legged on top of the hall, occasionally making a move, but in an instant he returned to his original position.

Year after year, millennium or 10,000 years.

His black hair gradually reached to his shoulders, his cultivation became more and more advanced, and the original gossip turned into groveling and silent in front of his increasingly fierce sword light, but he was still indifferent.

What does the outside world have to do with me?

Whether it is cursing with vicious words, or currying favor and begging for mercy, whether it is contempt or submission.

What does it have to do with me?

I am for 'me', I walk in the way of 'me', stand in the way of 'me', and kill him with a sword.

"You shouldn't be like this, you have to restrain yourself."

The helpless voice sounded in his ears, but he still ignored it, still closed his eyes slightly, the long sword in front of his knee trembled slightly with a long and calm breath, the man seemed to know his character, and he didn't expect to answer, just shrugged his shoulders lazily, seemed to think of something when he left, his steps paused slightly, turned his face sideways and smiled at 'him': "It is estimated that a guy will come to you in a few days, no...... Or maybe he's coming, and you're going to be less bored......"

'He' finally opened his eyes for the first time, and his dark pupils seemed to be enough to swallow everything, and he spoke indifferently, as if ten thousand swords were roaring:

"Who?"

Is it killable?

"Tsk, don't be so angry, scary tight~"

The man shook his head with a smile, smashed his mouth, and then said with a strange expression:

"A monkey, a very interesting monkey."

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That's really a very interesting monkey, he said that he was a stone, he was enough to be a monkey king in the mountains, he used to travel the world and asked, he was like a black iron, immortal, seventy-two changes around the body.

He was envious of the monkey.

envy his chic, his unruliness, and his various experiences.

So for the first time, he sneaked down to the earth as a 'human', although there were already many heavenly soldiers who had discovered his escape, but in the face of the sharpest sword in the world, none of the ten divisions of the Three Realms dared to stand in front of him.

So he still went down smoothly.

He stepped over the green mountains with his feet, he drank something very different from the morning dew of the stars and rain for the first time in a poor village, he discovered for the first time how wonderful this world was, he met new people, he knew that the original Yang Jiaerlang with a cold face would smile so softly when he faced his sister, he knew that the golden cicada had quarreled with his master for nine days and ten nights at the Lingshan Festival, and finally ran away in anger, he knew that the original mighty and unsmiling dragon descending Arhat could laugh and be very happy as long as he had a pot of turbid wine and a chicken claw......

It turned out that the Northern Celestial Realm Thor who was always defeated by him would get drunk every time he went back, and he only needed one drink.

It turned out that Hercules, the western god with a hearty face, hated the cow smell the most in his life for some reason, so he had several good fights with the demon king bull demon that the fairy court was wary of, and they won and lost each other.

Originally......

He slay demons and demons, he walked through the Three Realms, and he finally understood that there was something more important than the worship above the Nine Heavens, the endless cultivation.

He quietly felt the wonderful vitality of the flower buds in the spring and slowly opened in the breeze, he watched the summer rain fall little by little, like smoke and fog in this beautiful world, and in the autumn breeze, he smelled the fragrance of the trees from the distant mountains......

The snow falls endlessly, the glacier stops, there is red mud boiling rice wine in the courtyard of the wooden house, dead wood is wrapped around vines, a cow is tied to the outside of the pen, the birds are nestled in the cold nest to keep warm, an eagle falcon spreads its wings in the sky, like a phantom across the sky, Qiong branches and jade, all the Suo Suo fell on his shoulder, he held the rice wine, looked at the three or five friends in front of him, and watched the monkey chatter.

Listen to him that the old cow hooked up with a princess of the mortal realm, and the lump of wood with a straight brain as ironwood on weekdays is now more noisy and annoying than a cicada that has been screaming all summer.

He watched the bull demon blushing and pinching the monkey's neck to shut him up, watching the northern thunder god fall to the ground with only a glass of wine, provoking Hercules' ridicule, watching the dragon descending Arhat sneakily take the wine of these two people into his mouth, and suddenly his wrist was held by a powerful big hand, he looked at Yang Jiaerlang with a shallow smile like breaking the ice, and the dragon descending Arhat clashed bowls and drank a big drink......

He was drunk.

Blind drunk!

The girl who had been rescued behind him filled him with wine, and he was already drunk in this world with just one glass, and the fine snow fell on his white sword robe, and the cold glow faded between his eyebrows, and he didn't want to wake up again, only whispered lazily.

He would rather he be human.

But he learned later that he could not speak in his dreams.

He also thought that if he buried this dream in the depths of his heart, would everything in the future not appear?

Then Yang Erlang split the mountain to save his mother, and in order to continue his mother's life, he entered the jurisdiction of the Immortal Court! Wearing the silver majestic armor, known as the judicial god of war, the occasional heroic face never smiled again, Wukong Bull Demon was angry and rebelled against the sky, but Yang Erlang fought for life and death, Bull Demon's wife held a banana fan, never thought that it was Lao Jun's idle chess, Sun Wukong's weakness was discovered, defeated and tied to the heavens, refined in the Tushi Palace, the Bull Demon loving couple since then, because Lao Jun threatened Sun Wukong's life but could not meet each other, and the remaining life was drunk all day long.

Yang Erlang, the god of war of the Heavenly Court, has never drunk half a cent since that day, and has not listened to the announcement since then.

The dragon descending Arhat confronted the Buddha because of this incident, and was removed from the golden body and Buddha bones, and was beaten to the mortal dust, suffering from birth, old age, sickness and death.

Hercules was jealous of the gods and was forbidden to be free in the mountains, while Thor wanted to help, almost causing a god war and being locked by Odin for a thousand years.

And at that time, he was drunk in the White Emperor's Palace.

"Sun Monkey, you still owe me a pot of wine......"

Chu Lie's eyes slowly opened, and the images in his mind disappeared into his memory again, but those feelings were extremely clear, it seemed that just in the last moment, he was still a lonely immortal in the White Emperor's Palace, and now he was a human being on the earth, and he was wearing a white sword robe in front of him and stretched out his right hand towards him, and he was the same, when the two identical palms touched together, his body burst into countless ripples.

PS: This chapter is excessive, isn't it...... The past of Chu Lie and the White Emperor, as well as the change of acquaintance and mood, in addition, it should be a family dialect after all, so some allusions have been modified to make the plot smoother