Seeing Zhang Ying reincarnated again, Jiang Changsheng couldn't bear it, and blessed him with 50,000 incense values in exchange for good luck in this life.

However, Zhang Ying in this life was not born in Dajing, but was too wild.

I don't know if the martial artist risked giving birth to him outside, or if he was born in the Taihuang Sect.

Every year, there are warrior forces who go to Taihuang to start a sect, and although they leave Dajing, they still belong to Dajing, because it is difficult for them to survive on their own, and they must exchange resources.

Jiang Changsheng didn't look at it, he has a lot of friends like Zhang Ying, and he can't always pay attention to them, and the blessing is affectionate enough.

The days go on.

The news that the Son of Heaven is going to hold a grand event in the capital is transmitted to the world, and he also asked Bai Yiwei to send invitations to all parts of Dajing, all princes, and major sects, and he wants to make this grand event vigorous, and there is no one before or since!

In the months that followed, a large number of cars and horses came in and out, making the capital extremely lively. Inside the Jonggu Palace.

Jiang Che was sitting in the small pavilion, staring at a group of Taoist priests who were refining pills not far away.

Chen Li sat in front of Jiang Che, and when he talked about the actions of the Son of Heaven, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "I'm really worried that the atmosphere of Dajing will be crooked from now on." Jiang Che said calmly: "What are you afraid of, the Son of Heaven does not live as long as a courtier, and he will correct it later."

To say that he does not have a trace of resentment in his heart, it is impossible, just let the Manchu Dynasty civil and military see, without him, whether the next Son of Heaven is really more holy. Of course, the reason why he doesn't care about it is also based on the background of the big scene, and the big scene can't be chaotic.

There is no strong enemy outside, and there is peace inside.

Can anyone dare to rebel?

To be honest, he was really looking forward to a scene of rebellion, which just reminded the people of the world of Dao Ancestor's former methods.

Seeing that he didn't want to manage the imperial power anymore, Chen Li could only give up, turned his head to look at the group of Taoist priests, and asked curiously, "Are they really talented?"

Jiang Che said: "The alchemy of the Little Penglai Sect is still a bit powerful, you see, although I have not been able to refine the elixir, my body is indeed getting better and better, sigh step by step." Chen Li looked at him and couldn't help nodding, and a thought was born in his heart. Shouldn't I do the same?

Chen Li is self-aware, his martial arts talent is not first-class, plus he is busy with government affairs on weekdays, and he doesn't have enough time to practice martial arts, how long can he live?

The Son of Heaven issued an edict, the world is moving very quickly, coupled with the teleportation arrays in various places have begun to be commercialized, more and more talented and beautiful people rushed to the capital, the grand event has not yet begun, the capital has been very lively, every street has a group of talented people chanting poetry and music, and those buildings are even more coquettish singing.

The Dynasty of Bliss that Jiang Qing wanted had begun to emerge in the capital. The three demons of Baiqi also enter the city from time to time to play and enjoy it.

On this day, Mu Lingluo returned to Longqi Mountain, it turned out that the Mu family was also invited to come, and the Mu family bought a mansion in the capital, but since she came back, she naturally wanted to accompany Jiang Changsheng.

"The capital is really lively, the streets are full of all kinds of martial arts performances, as well as inscriptions, demon beasts, and fierce beast bone treasures, fortunately, the capital is big enough." Mu Lingluo sat next to Jiang Changsheng and said with a smile, for doing such a capital, even if she has a cold temperament, she is quite novel.

The capital is expanding every year, and it has reached the original ten times the size, and some people once joked that if this continues, Sizhou can be renamed Jingzhou.

Jiang Changsheng took her hand and said with a smile, "Since you like it, let's stay longer." When Ji Wujun saw this scene, he left the courtyard with interest. Only Jiang Changsheng and Mu Lingluo were left in the courtyard.

Mu Lingluo tilted his head slightly, and said, "Then are you willing to accompany me, you have been in Dajing for so long, and you haven't found time to accompany me, I know you like to practice, and so do I, but you have to leave some time for each other, don't you?"

Jiang Changsheng thought about it and felt that it really should, and it didn't matter if he didn't cultivate for a few days.

"When the grand event begins, I'll accompany you down the mountain to have a look, and I should also experience the prosperity of the world." Jiang Changsheng smiled, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched her head.

Mu Lingluo smiled, she seemed to think of something, her cheeks were slightly red, and she asked in a low voice.

Jiang Changsheng slowly pulled her up and said in her ear, let her

A look of anticipation.

"I will definitely work hard until that day." Mu Lingluo said seriously, his eyes showing fighting spirit.

Jiang Changsheng smiled, and then pulled her towards the house.

Mu Lingluo was led by him, his face was blushing, but his eyes were full of joy.

The other side.

Bai Qi, Huang Tian, and Hei Tian were lying on the eaves, looking at the literati who were competing in the courtyard below, and the three demons commented from time to time. This courtyard was privately bought by the Son of Heaven before, and the literati who were able to enter this courtyard were talented and high-spirited. Ji Wujun suddenly appeared beside Bai Qi and sat down.

Bai Qi was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?" Aren't you not interested in that?"

Ji Wujun looked down and said calmly, "Miss Mu is here." "It's coming, it's coming, what's wrong?" "I saw Dao Ancestor holding her hand, and I couldn't avoid it?" "Really?"

Bai Qi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became excited. What is this? Iron Tree Blossoming?

It used to think that Dao Ancestor didn't like this, but now that Yu Lingluo has opened Dao Ancestor's interest in this area, it has a great chance. Ji Wujun responded, "Well, it's normal, Dao Ancestor is indeed different from her."

Bai Qi came back to his senses, looked at her, and said in surprise, "You don't have thoughts about Dao Ancestor, do you? Let's get in line!"

Hearing this, Ji Wujun couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said angrily: "Don't say that I don't have ideas, even if I have, I need to fight with you?" What kind of thing are you?" Bai Qi shook his body and said with a smug smile: "I'm that you're not strong, but I'm more open, look at it, sooner or later the master will understand my goodness, and I also have my talent." 7

Ji Wujun frowned, and moved away in disgust, for fear of getting caught in its demon smell. Just looking at the courtyard again, Ji Wujun's heart couldn't be calm.

Her heart was still in the courtyard on the mountain, curious about what Daozu and Miss Mu were doing.

In October, the weather is fine, the grand event of prosperity is officially opened, the whole capital is jubilant, the Son of Heaven sets up a banquet in front of the monument of the emperor, invites famous prostitutes to sing the poems and songs written by the literati, and then selects who is more outstanding by the dignitaries and nobles from all over the country, each person has a signature to vote, and those who get the eighteen signatures are announced to the whole city by the white guard, so that the buildings in the city sing.

Jiang Changsheng was dressed in white, and he walked in the crowd with Yu Lingluo, the two of them were like fairy couples, attracting the side eyes of many people. In the back, Ji Wujun, Bai Qi, Huang Tian, and Hei Tian followed. Ji Wujun said helplessly, "Why do we have to follow Dao Ancestor?"

Bai Qi smiled proudly, "This is the master's first time visiting the market, so naturally I have to accompany him." Huang Tian shouted, "That's it!"

For the wolves and cats that speak loudly, the people and warriors of the capital have become accustomed to it, because there are many such demon beasts in the capital, and Lord Baiqi of Longqi Mountain is the demon wolf, which is the mascot in the hearts of the people of the capital, which can bring good luck.

Mei Changsheng felt the lively atmosphere on the street, and the steadfastness of the grass name in his heart An Changwang felt that his father had the hot and atmosphere of the Taoist worker, and the words of Wu Shi, the master of the heart.

Since his reincarnation, he has been hiding in the mountains to practice, and this is the first time he has come down the mountain to feel the atmosphere of the festival, and at this moment, he feels that he is merging with this world, rather than playing a game.

Incense believers are not just believers, but living beings. Taoism is natural, what is nature, is not the nature of the rules of heaven and earth, this world is also natural. Jiang Changsheng had a clear understanding and immersed himself in it.

Mu Lingluo paid attention to those rouge gouaches, on weekdays, she didn't like these things the most, but today she came with Jiang Changsheng, she wanted these things inexplicably.

On the street, I happened to meet disciples such as the Murong family, the Fuyue family, and Long Qiguan, and after seeing them, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly bypassed.

The world is prosperous, and the red dust is rolling.

The Son of Heaven held a successful Changle event, more successful than the civil and military ministers expected, they thought that this would be the beginning of the fall of the Great Scene, but did not expect to have a different style, most of the poems of those literati are to praise the ancestors, praise the emperors and famous generals of the Great Jing Dynasty, with their poems spread in the streets and alleys of the capital, but also let the people gather, a kind of heartfelt pride was born.

At this time, the ministers understood what the Son of Heaven meant, and that bliss was not only the desire of mortals, but also the pleasure of thought.

The festival lasted for seven days and seven nights, and the lights of the capital at night were never extinguished.

After this meeting, Mu Lingluo followed the Mu family back and prepared to continue the battle against Taihuang.

Guests from all over the world also returned one after another, and the legend of the Changle Festival also spread, and the legend that in the capital Changle Festival, you can see the best learning, the most amazing poetry, the most moving beauty, the most delicious wine, the richest auction and so on.

In the second year of Changle, the festival was still being discussed in various parts of the world, and the Son of Heaven did not indulge in it, but decided to carry it out once every ten years, so that it was precious. Early March.

When the doppelganger came back, after Jiang Changsheng fused it, he began to feel the Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Treasure of Heaven and Earth, these two treasures were getting stronger and stronger, and he felt that he could already suppress the ordinary Martial Emperor by taking them out. After playing for a while, Jiang Changsheng released the clone again and let the clone leave with the two treasures. The other side. Deep underground.

Lonely ghosts emerged from the top of the underground world, all of them confused, and flew towards the dungeon that emitted a faint green light below. A spirit descended from heaven and fell to the earth.

He stared at the underworld, his expression changed, and he muttered, "My name is Zhang Ying...... Vice President of the Qiyuan Chamber of Commerce, why am I here?"

He looked down at his hands, then felt his soul body, and passed it straight through. He realizes that he is dead.

The memories of his dying days came to his mind, as well as the experiences of the next two lives, but the experiences of the latter two lives were short and insignificant.

He smiled wryly and stepped forward.

"Isn't this the legendary Nine Shades, where people have to come when they die? Strange why didn't I come here for the first two deaths......

Zhang Ying muttered to himself, the surrounding souls were not as cranky as him, and most of them flew to the underworld in a daze as if they had no intelligence.