Emperor Duan just wanted to live.

This ritual was able to prolong his life for many years, which was simply an irresistible temptation for him who was already more than a thousand years old.

Ordinary monks will increase their lifespan to a greater or lesser extent, but this is also limited, and it will not be increased indefinitely, and at most the strongest heaven-level powerhouses will be able to live a few hundred years longer than ordinary people, and there are very few who can reach a thousand years.

And it just so happens that this emperor is one of the thousand-year-old, but now he can also feel that his life is coming to an end, and before he knows it, the millennium has passed.

A thousand years ago, the nine sons seized the heir, he was not among the nine sons, and he almost died, which also made him understand the meaning of life, he wanted to live, no matter what, he must live, and no one should be disturbed.

Soon a little starlight fell during the ceremony, and Emperor Duan felt that a life force was filling, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Qingying, you can go and learn the Heavenly Machine Technique from the National Teacher. ”

Duan Qingying raised his head, and there seemed to be a nebula flowing in his eyes. The national teacher, who was covered in a black robe and couldn't see his face clearly, walked over, and there seemed to be some kind of power in him, so that Duan Qingying couldn't help but focus his eyes on him.

"Let's go, it's all over here. ”

In fact, he had to go, but Duan Qingying was also very happy.

After they left, the second prince of Bang was still motionless under the stage.

"Carefully monitor the National Teacher and Duan Qingying, and you can increase your authority in the army by two more levels. ”

"Yes, Father!" the second prince bowed and retreated.

Duan Qingying, who followed the national teacher, didn't seem to be too happy, and didn't say a word in the back. The national teacher didn't speak, just walked.

Zhang Feng suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Got a cold?" Li Liujin asked, monks like them rarely catch a cold anymore, and an ordinary cold or something won't have any effect on them.

"I don't know, but I feel fine. ”

"It's okay, it's too boring here, there's no one on the street, and no one comes to steal such a big warehouse, it's really not a good job. ”

Zhang Feng doesn't want to say anything, people don't come to find trouble, but they still want to find trouble by themselves?

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