Although Changsheng didn't make it clear, Xiao Yanlang knew that the other party was not asking about Emperor Beiming and other culprits. Thinking of his short and long life, the suffering of his childhood, the pride of the young Dengke, the hard work of managing Jiang Dong day and night, the disbelief of being betrayed by the trusted emperor and his friends, and the grief of knowing that Jiang Dong's people fell because of him......

He has seen all the goodness and the treachery, the mercy and the cruelty of this world. But at this time, Changsheng asked him if he regretted it, he still had to answer. That's ......

"I don't regret it."

Yes, he does not regret meeting the kind people of Jiang Dong when he was a child, he does not regret the hard work of studying when he was young, he does not regret swiping his lifelong wisdom in Jiang Dong, and he does not regret meeting such a group of lovely and respectable people.

He read poetry and books extensively, learned benevolence and virtue, knew that he was loyal to the king and loved the people, understood courtesy, righteousness and honesty, and knew the great love of the world. Therefore, he will never forget the grand wish he made when he studied hard day and night in the humble house.

Read for the people of the world.

Despite all the hardships and twists and turns in life, he never gave up this ideal.

So, what's the point of regret?

Some people may think that his idea is too ridiculous. Like a few of his friends. When everyone went to the department together, they obviously agreed with each other to be a good official who was both physically and mentally for the people. But when they were in prison, they showed an unprecedented hideous face.

"In officialdom, how can anyone be black and white? We are all ordinary people, Yan Ruoting, Xiao Yan Lang! Why don't you open your eyes and see, in all these years of ups and downs in the Huan Sea, who can still maintain the original ridiculous ideals? It's you, it's you! You are the same, stubborn to the extreme, people like you, people like you, will one day be abandoned by this world! ”

At that time, Xiao Yanlang felt shocked and sad, and even doubted what he had learned all his life. But to this day, he is still firm in his thoughts, just as he said to those "friends" at the beginning.

"No, I don't regret it."

In this life, I have never regretted studying for the people of the world, and I have never regretted this love for the people.

Xiao Yan Lang, no, it's Yan Ruoting. He stood in the gate of the dead, and the gold and red colors adorned his whole person more and more like a fairy. But he just held Cui Qinghe's hand and turned around and smiled at Changsheng.

"No matter what year, month, or situation, only this heart remains the same."

Then, the two disappeared along with the Gate of Death.

Changsheng stood in place, quietly watching the two disappeared backs, with mixed feelings in his heart.

No matter what year, month, or situation, is this heart the same?

How similar is this kind of consciousness to Wei Yunshu? It turns out that people in this world really have such a thing, no matter the difficulties and obstacles, right and wrong, in the world, just for a heart.

The Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp, who was bored playing with his tail in the dantian sea, noticed something strange and immediately turned to look at the Ming Wujing hanging on the top of the dantian sea.

Sure enough, the next moment, it seemed to have disappeared, but the body was still in the dantian sea. In this regard, the Yuanji Impermanence Carp had already been prepared, and it immediately shook its head and tail and rushed forward, constantly circling around the Mingwu Crystal, and the data in its mind was constantly analyzing. It's just a pity that the data flow contained in this Mingwu Crystal itself is too huge, and even the Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp can only glimpse a little bit. It's just that little bit that has put its database in jeopardy.

“！”

At the moment before it was about to be exploded, Yuan Ji Impermanence Carp decisively retracted his analysis, and looked at Ming Wujing's unremarkable appearance with palpitations. With such a large data flow, in this Shengyuan world, there seems to be only ......

Therefore, immortality is really not simple. Compared to the legendary son of the Heavenly Dao outside, the much-loved Lingguang Daozi, Changsheng is more like the darling of the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Shengyuan Great World.

It's just that the experience of immortality has always been in its eyes. If Changsheng was the son of the Heavenly Dao, how could he suffer so many hardships and hardships? This is not in line with the usual experience of the son of heaven. Generally speaking, the sons of the Heavenly Dao are born with full-level configurations, not only have countless halos in the process of growth, but also have many nobles to help, not to mention anything else, what kind of dragon and phoenix or something, can't you come to a pair of contracts?

Although the situation in the Shengyuan World is a bit special, here are the real dragons and phoenixes, but at least they will get the friendship of others or something, where is it like immortality, in the eyes of others, it is a person all the way.

Tut-tut, think about it this way, if Changsheng is really the son of the Heavenly Dao, he should also be the most unlucky of all the sons of the Heavenly Dao.

At this time, the figure of Ming Wujing appeared in front of the most unlucky Changsheng again.

This is already the seventh time.

Seeing that Ming Wujing absorbed something from himself, the moment it disappeared, Changsheng couldn't help but ask again.

"Who the hell are you? Or, who do you belong to? ”

Mingwujing paused, but then did not turn a deaf ear as before, but after trembling, he turned around and came to Changsheng, gently rubbed her outstretched fingers, and then disappeared.

Changsheng felt the faint touch from his fingers, and only felt a tremor in his heart. Perhaps, this Ming Wujing doesn't hate herself, but she can't communicate with others? This was the case with Granny Fan before......

At this time, the overwhelming gold and red colors given by Xiao Yanlang turned into a thick pillar of light, fiercely enveloping Changsheng, and the surging moral golden light shrouded her back.

The Buddha cultivators of the Western Buddha Kingdom stared blankly at the figure that was almost overwhelmed by the golden light, and their mouths couldn't close.

What's going on? What's the situation?! Those golden lights of morality are going to blind their eyes!

Under such a strong impact, Ming An hugged his little junior brother who was still unconscious, and glared at his uncle, Zu Mingwang.

'Uncle Shi, are you sure you don't want to be moved? Although I am ashamed, this Taoist friend's Buddha cultivation comprehension is much stronger than his own! If such a good seedling is left alone, the disciple is worried that he will be expelled from the sect after he goes back! ’

King Ming didn't have the heart to care about this at this time, he looked at Changsheng blankly, and only felt a palpitation. He was wrong, he shouldn't have thought it was just a rumor when he heard that there was an extremely outstanding female cultivator in Penglai Pavilion before. Just by virtue of this, the strength and comprehension of the entire Jiangdong people can be transformed by one's own strength, and it is enough to become the Buddha of the Super Buddha Sect of the Western Buddha Country!

After all, this precious Buddha has never learned the practice of Buddhism at all! She would even have just said that death curse!

Yes, just after the immortal life was turned over and over, it would only be the first mantra of the rebirth, and the cultivators of the Western Buddhist Kingdom were so familiar with this, so they had already noticed it at the first time. But does that matter? Does it matter if you only have a death spell?

It won't affect the strength of this Buddha at all!

(End of chapter)