During the Southern Song Dynasty, there were many battles in the world, and the Song Dynasty was already dying after being invaded by the northern Jin State, but there were still patriots to protect the Southern Song Dynasty, so that the country and the people could temporarily be safe.

At this time, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty was Gaozong Zhao Gou, and the one who resisted the invasion of the Jin State in the north was Yue Fei, who was known as the generalissimo.

But Yue Fei under the divine consciousness, the line of fate above the body of this somewhat famous fierce general came to an abrupt end decades later, and it was doomed that he was beheaded, Zhao Xianzong had no intention of interfering, how short a person's life is, whether you are loyal or traitorous, once you become ancient, everything in this human world has nothing to do with you, and it is the soul locking messenger in the underworld who will inevitably inquire.

Therefore, if a person is born in this mortal plane, everything should be based on interests, if a person does not fight for himself, then even if he dies, what is the pity?

For the sake of the Southern Song Dynasty, for the sake of the people, when you are in the underworld and suffer the sin of purgatory, can anyone bear it for you?

If you are in the real plane where rules exist, Dao will not care what you are for, once the cause and effect are established, they will inevitably be repaid, which is also the main reason why Qin Qingyi has been following him.

The dungeon in this direction was born under the evil taste of that dragon clan's Da Luo, speaking of which it is not a perfect dungeon mechanism, and it has not been recognized by the rules of heaven and earth, no! Or there are no rules of heaven and earth in this world, and the creatures here are all created by the three-eyed god clan, and they are not natural evolution at all.

Although the underworld created here is imperfect, although there are many flaws, it still gives these man-made objects a chance to reincarnate, but because there are no rules and restrictions, it is not fair to say.

And in this short period of six thousand years, this world was also born under the hands of a Da Luo of the Dragon Clan, Zhao Xianzong did not understand this kind of action, but he did not say anything to stop it.

The so-called Heavenly Court and the Underworld that were born may be simple and weak in the eyes of everyone in the Journey to the West, but in the eyes of the human race and all living beings in this world, they are extremely powerful existences, and even the people of the Three-Eyed Divine Clan, who have been suspended in the star field, have also sent a representative to enter the Heavenly Court to serve, and the Dragon Clan Da Luo gave him the name Erlang God, and the Dao name is the True Monarch!

Watching the plausible characters appear one after another, Zhao Xianzong faintly understood.

A man and a woman are half a step apart, slowly walking in the bustling city of Hangzhou, where the crowd is full of people, it is a big city, in addition to the imperial capital Lin'an Mansion, here is the city where the economy of the entire Southern Song Dynasty is relatively good at this time.

Although the people here are all slightly better dressed than other cities, they are still attracted by this man and woman.

The man is dressed in a dark robe, and the wide sleeves have dark gold embroidered edges, but even this does not look tacky, but adds a little mystery, looking up at the man's face is handsome, and his eyes seem to have thousands of stars twinkling, and it seems to contain endless desolation and loneliness.

The female cultivator on the side is even more eye-catching, a clean white plain dress wearing her delicate body, breathtaking, the face of the country and the city with the snow-white hair, people feel very strange, such a strange scene If it were a bystander, a group of pedestrians would have shouted monsters, but when it appeared on this woman, no one made a loud noise, as if they were afraid of abrupt beauty.

This person is Zhao Xianzong and Qin Qingyi, the two of them are very quiet, but they have come to this mundane world, intending to take a turn, and Zhao Xianzong is also very bored after 6,000 years of retreat.

"Sister, do you think that man and woman will be demons, how can people look like that?" In the tea shop on the second floor facing the street, two women were sitting opposite each other, and one of the women in Tsing Yi pointed at the two and said loudly.

When the woman in white heard this, she looked in the direction of the woman in Tsing Yi, and was immediately surprised: "This kind of temperament is really extraordinary, but there is not the slightest demonic aura around them, I think it should be a natural beauty!"

The woman in Tsing Yi muttered when she heard this: "If my sister's benefactor is also like this, it will be fine!"

When the woman in white heard this, she knocked on the head of the woman in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "What do you want? We are here to repay our kindness, not to be husband and wife, what does it matter if he is beautiful or ugly?"

The woman in Tsing Yi heard this: "That's what I said, but.... But if it's good-looking, it's not impossible to be a husband and wife, right?"

"Xiaoqing! Don't talk nonsense, is it my sister who repays her kindness, or you who repay your kindness. ”

Qin Qingyi, who was marching, also smiled unconsciously when he heard this, looked back at Zhao Xianzong and said: "That Feng Clan Da Luo is really good at playing, and the demons he created now have plans to be a fellow practitioner of the Human Race, but I don't know what the ending will be?"

How could the conversation between the two women be hidden from Zhao Xianzong's discovery, but Zhao Xianzong never thought that such changes in this world were caused by himself, but he single-handedly promoted all this, and the famous legend of the White Snake was staged alive in front of him.

After thinking about it slightly, Zhao Xianzong clearly remembered the story about the two of them that he heard when he was still a mortal, and at that time he also had the idea of resting his head on the West Lake and listening to the waves, drunk and dreaming of the two immortals, but today, his heart is as calm as water.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, isn't it like this?

After going through such an experience, I can only move forward at this time, but I can never go back to the years of ignorance.

But even though the two-headed snake spirit changes to resemble a human, it is still a demon in essence, and the shemale is doomed to their end.

Without making any stops, Zhao Xianzong continued to walk through, and for hundreds of years, Zhao Xianzong and Qin Qingyi had been walking in this plane like this, and they did not use mana, exerting magical powers, just like mortals, they landed on their feet like mortals.

I don't know if Zhao Xianzong came to this faintly familiar world, of course, it may be because of this kind of return to the basics, hundreds of his original comprehension of the bottleneck of the Scattered Heart Sutra actually faintly has the possibility of going further.

For hundreds of years, the world has already changed dynasties, and the two immortals of green and white have also ended up with a miserable ending, and there is nothing to say about Wenqu Xing, how can shemales leave descendants?

The Terran monks who cultivated the Buddha made a brazen attack and directly killed the two snake demons.

Zhao Xianzong still remembered what he said when the two snake demons found himself and Qin Qingyi when they were dying: "It's not a pity for Su Zhen to die, but I hope to ask my seniors to protect Xu Lang's safety!"

But Zhao Xianzong didn't help after all, reversing life and death was just a matter of thought, but this time Zhao Xianzong was unwilling to make a move.

This love is too terrible, Zhao Xianzong is on deep alert, not provoking, not contaminating, once he has compassion, it is a fatal flaw.

Time flies, the vicissitudes of life, experienced the endless chaos of war, and seen the peaceful scene of singing and dancing, the face of the human world has changed dozens of rounds, even if the seemingly unchanged mountains and rivers are slightly vicissitudes, but what remains unchanged is Zhao Xianzong's dark clothes and that firm iron thoughts.

Looking at the high-rise buildings in front of him, and at the bustling pedestrians of all kinds in front of him, Zhao Xianzong unconsciously smiled slightly.

What a familiar view, what a familiar plane!