On the day Zhao Di got married, Emperor Ping also went.

Emperor Ping has never seen such a beautiful Zhao Di, her originally unkempt long hair has been neatly tied behind her head, and her little face, which was often covered with ashes, is also very clean at the moment, and the tattered clothes that were originally patched and ill-fitting have also become brand new red clothes, and she is almost like the original one.

But Emperor Ping found that Zhao Di's clear and clean eyes, which were originally full of aura, were dim at the moment, and the whole person seemed to be a puppet, at the mercy of her parents.

An indescribable anger suddenly surged in Emperor Ping's heart, he wanted to rush up and reason loudly with Zhao Di's parents, he wanted to slap that ugly old man Wang in the mouth, and he wanted to leave here with Zhao Di.

But in the end, he still didn't make any moves, he was just an ordinary teenager, he couldn't do anything.

In this way, in a burst of joyful laughter from everyone, Zhao Di married Master Wang.

Emperor Ping returned home in despair, and that night he couldn't sleep, and the joy of his father's safe return from going out was somehow washed away.

Although Zhao Di is married, the days of Emperor Ping continue day by day, and he returns to the days of many years ago when he hoped that his father would go to sea and return safely.

But fate always seems to like to play tricks on people, as Emperor Ping grows up day by day, and finally comes to the age of marriage, his father asked someone to introduce Emperor Ping to a girl from the next village, although she is not very beautiful, but very gentle, Emperor Ping did not object to this marriage, he understands his father's efforts to get him a daughter-in-law.

Everything his father did for him, he knew.

Although the two families finalized the marriage, the woman proposed a very high bride price, so high that Emperor Ping had never seen such a big price.

But the father just listened silently and agreed to the woman's conditions.

My father was an old fisherman, with a lot of fishing experience, and he also had a small boat of his own, which my father often went to sea to fish with other fishermen in the same village.

In order to earn enough bride price for Emperor Ping to marry his daughter-in-law, Emperor Ping's father worked harder than usual, he had to earn enough bride price before the wedding date was finalized, so his father came back later every day.

Finally, on an ordinary day, my father, who went out to sea to fish in the morning, never returned.

According to a fellow villager, there was a sudden storm that night, and my father missed the best opportunity to return because he was reluctant to catch the fish.

Since then, Emperor Ping has become an orphan, and that year, he was fourteen years old, and he was still a month away from getting married.

After his father's death, Emperor Ping lived alone, and the parents of the girl in the next village heard that Emperor Ping's father had died, and they also dissolved the marriage, and they did not want their daughter to marry a poor boy.

Unfortunately, Emperor Ping was infected with a cold in one night, and there was no doctor in the small fishing village, and usually someone who was sick was stubbornly resistant, and if he couldn't carry it, he could only wait for death.

Emperor Ping, who was infected with the wind cold, was already thin and weak, and he couldn't resist the wind and cold that could be called the god of death, but he always remembered what his father said to him before his death, to be a kind person, so he walked out of the door and walked towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

He doesn't want to cause trouble to others after he dies, and if he dies in the wild, he won't have to be collected by others, he is such a person, even if he is dying, he doesn't want to trouble others.

Emperor Ping dragged his tired body through the jungle and walked around, feeling that his body was getting heavier and heavier, but his mind was full of his father's appearance, he was so kind, he stood there and waved to him, and he also saw Zhao Di, she was still the tattered little beggar, Wei had a pair of eyes shining, which seemed to be full of hope.

Emperor Ping couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a shallow smile on his face, as if he had a good dream.

When Emperor Ping opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the place where he lived, as if the previous events were just a dream, but one thing was different, there was still a kind old man standing in the room.

The old man didn't tell him his name, but only asked him if he would like to be his teacher.

Emperor Ping knew that it was the old man in front of him who saved him, so without too much hesitation, he chose to worship the old man as his teacher.

In the days that followed, Emperor Ping had been traveling around with the old man, and they had traveled through countless famous rivers and rivers, and had also been to countless forbidden places.

Emperor Ping followed the old man, learned his childhood only existed in his father's mouth of the gods, only five years, cultivation has reached the realm of the emperor, the speed is so fast, the ancient and modern, that year, Emperor Ping was nineteen years old.

Emperor Ping, who was named the queen, said goodbye to his master and returned to the small fishing village where he lived again, he wanted to see Zhao Di again, and he also wanted to worship his parents.

The village was still like that, very dilapidated, unchanged from when he left, and the emperor returned to the hut where he and his father lived, which had long since been dilapidated, full of cobwebs and excrement, and no one paid attention to the little house, except its owner.

After worshipping his parents, Emperor Ping came to Master Wang's house and wanted to meet Zhao Di, but was told that in the second year of his departure, Zhao Di passed away, became depressed, and died of depression, and the last thing he said before dying was to call out a name.

Peaceful.

An Ping'an, this is the name of Emperor Ping, at that moment, this talented Emperor Ping burst into tears.

It was from this moment that he realized that his original feelings for Zhao Di were love, and Zhao Di also loved him, but unfortunately, he was too weak at that time, and he could only watch his favorite woman marry someone else, but he couldn't do anything.

Even if he now has a powerful power to dominate the world, what about it, the person he loves the most is no longer there, at that moment, Emperor Ping felt deeply confused and self-blamed.

Since then, Emperor Ping has never married, and he has traveled the world, determined to build a world free of oppression, where there is no male superiority and inferiority, where girls are no longer forced to marry men they don't love, and people will not risk death to go to sea to fish because of survival.

But in the end, he failed, his ideas were a challenge to the worldly ideas that had been passed down for countless years, and were resisted and rejected by many people, who considered him an alien and equated him with evil people, and finally in a great battle, Emperor Ping was seriously injured and fell in the hut of the fishing village where he was a child.

Born here, died here.

Although Emperor Ping failed, his deeds touched many people, and people buried his body with Zhao Di and built a tomb, which was called a love mound in later generations.

After thinking about the story of Emperor Ping, Mo Liang sighed secretly in his heart, there are things that a peerless Tianjiao like Emperor Ping who is as powerful as Emperor Ping can't do, not to mention a small family like the Su family, in the face of the oppression of powerful forces, they can only be killed.

Soon, the two came to Su's house, and as soon as they entered the gate, they saw many corpses lying on the ground, all of them were as thin as firewood, like dried corpses.

Su Wenzheng's face was ugly when he saw this, but he was also a person who had seen the big wind and waves, so he quickly calmed down and walked towards the courtyard with Mo Liang.

"Ling'er, Ling'er."

Su Wenzheng shouted as he walked, his heart was very anxious, seeing the corpse that was sucked dry on the road, Su Wenzheng was anxious for a while, lest his daughter would also suffer the same accident as these subordinates.

"Father, father."

A weak voice came from the side, Mo Liang and Su Wenzheng turned their heads in unison, only to see the pale Su Changlong leaning against the wall, shouting towards this side.

"Changlong, are you alright?"

Su Wenzheng hurriedly stepped forward and asked, with a look of concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little weak, by the way, father, how is Changling?" Su Changlong shook his head slightly, and then asked anxiously.

"I don't know yet, you take a rest first, and I'll go see Changling."

With that, he left Su Changlong and rushed towards the small courtyard where Su Changling lived.

"Are you alright?"

Mo Liang looked at Su Changlong, who was pale and sickly and asked.

"It's okay, let Mo Gongzi smile, but, Mo Gongzi, what's the matter with you?"

Su Changlong couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Mo Liang covered in blood.

"Oh, it's fine, it's just a little too hard." Mo Liang said casually.

"Pushing too hard?" Su Changlong was slightly stunned, not understanding what it meant, but he didn't ask more, but said, "Does Young Master Mo know what the black fog that covered the entire city just now was?" As soon as I came into contact with the black mist, I suddenly felt that the spiritual power in my whole body was blocked, and my body became weaker and weaker. “

"And the most terrifying thing is that I saw with my own eyes that a subordinate turned into a dry corpse in front of me, as if the blood of the whole body was sucked away by the black mist, what is this black mist, why is it so terrifying?"

"I don't know."

Mo Liang shook his head, unwilling to tell him about the transformation of the spirit yin qi, some things are better not known, knowing more will only increase the fear.

After a while, Su Wenzheng finally came back, and he said with a happy face: "Ling'er is fine, it's just that a lot of blood has been absorbed, and the whole person is relatively weak, as long as you rest for a while, you should be fine." “

Hearing Su Wenzheng say that Su Changling was fine, Su Changlong breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Liang opened his mouth and said, "Patriarch Su, since everything is fine, then I will go back to heal first." “

Su Wenzheng hurriedly said: "Healing is important, I will send a long dragon to send some of the healing resources collected by my Su family to Xiaoyou's residence in a while." “

Mo Liang nodded, turned and left.

Back in the small courtyard, Mo Liang fell headlong on the bed, and he didn't even have time to take off his clothes, only then did he feel a sharp pain like tears all over his body, and he bit the sheets in pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The sequelae of forcibly urging the Great Immeasurable Body Forging Technique appeared, and the raging flames in Mo Liang's body rose again, scorching his body, slowly recovering Mo Liang's injuries, and at the same time slowly strengthening his flesh.

It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, although Mo Liang forcibly urged the Great Infinite Body Forging Technique to face the enemy, causing his skin to be torn all over his body, it can be regarded as beating his physique to another extent, making his body go to the next level.

The pain lasted for nearly a stick of incense, and when Mo Liang felt that the pain in his whole body began to subside, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up from the bed, Mo Liang only felt that his mind was in a trance, and he stumbled under his feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was quick to reach out and hold on to the edge of the bed, so as to avoid falling, and looked down at the clothes on his body, which were covered in blood and sweat, sticking to his body, making him uncomfortable.

Without looking, Mo Liang felt that he should be no different from a beggar now.

Shaking his head, Mo Liang went out to get some water, simply wiped his body aside, and changed into new clothes, only then did he feel a sense of refreshment all over his body, and even his spirit was a little uplifted.

Just as Mo Liang finished washing up and was about to meditate to recover from his injuries, Su Changlong's voice came from outside the door: "Is Mo Gongzi here?" “

When Mo Liang walked out of the door, he saw Su Changlong, who looked a little better, but his face was still a little pale, holding a wooden box and standing outside the door.

Seeing Mo Liang come out, Su Changlong said: "Master Mo, this is the healing pill that my father entrusted me, and my father also said that in the past two days, he has to deal with the affairs of the house, and he may not be busy, and he will hold a banquet to entertain Mo Gongzi in three days, and his father also said that he must be present to invite Mo Gongzi." “

"Three days later? Okay, I see, you can go back first. “

Mo Liang nodded, put away the wooden box handed by Su Changlong, and spoke.

Su Changlong arched his hand and said goodbye and left. On the day Zhao Di got married, Emperor Ping also went.

Emperor Ping has never seen such a beautiful Zhao Di, her originally unkempt long hair has been neatly tied behind her head, and her little face, which was often covered with ashes, is also very clean at the moment, and the tattered clothes that were originally patched and ill-fitting have also become brand new red clothes, and she is almost like the original one.

But Emperor Ping found that Zhao Di's clear and clean eyes, which were originally full of aura, were dim at the moment, and the whole person seemed to be a puppet, at the mercy of her parents.

An indescribable anger suddenly surged in Emperor Ping's heart, he wanted to rush up and reason loudly with Zhao Di's parents, he wanted to slap that ugly old man Wang in the mouth, and he wanted to leave here with Zhao Di.

But in the end, he still didn't make any moves, he was just an ordinary teenager, he couldn't do anything.

In this way, in a burst of joyful laughter from everyone, Zhao Di married Master Wang.

Emperor Ping returned home in despair, and that night he couldn't sleep, and the joy of his father's safe return from going out was somehow washed away.

Although Zhao Di is married, the days of Emperor Ping continue day by day, and he returns to the days of many years ago when he hoped that his father would go to sea and return safely.

But fate always seems to like to play tricks on people, as Emperor Ping grows up day by day, and finally comes to the age of marriage, his father asked someone to introduce Emperor Ping to a girl from the next village, although she is not very beautiful, but very gentle, Emperor Ping did not object to this marriage, he understands his father's efforts to get him a daughter-in-law.

Everything his father did for him, he knew.

Although the two families finalized the marriage, the woman proposed a very high bride price, so high that Emperor Ping had never seen such a big price.

But the father just listened silently and agreed to the woman's conditions.

My father was an old fisherman, with a lot of fishing experience, and he also had a small boat of his own, which my father often went to sea to fish with other fishermen in the same village.

In order to earn enough bride price for Emperor Ping to marry his daughter-in-law, Emperor Ping's father worked harder than usual, he had to earn enough bride price before the wedding date was finalized, so his father came back later every day.

Finally, on an ordinary day, my father, who went out to sea to fish in the morning, never returned.

According to a fellow villager, there was a sudden storm that night, and my father missed the best opportunity to return because he was reluctant to catch the fish.

Since then, Emperor Ping has become an orphan, and that year, he was fourteen years old, and he was still a month away from getting married.

After his father's death, Emperor Ping lived alone, and the parents of the girl in the next village heard that Emperor Ping's father had died, and they also dissolved the marriage, and they did not want their daughter to marry a poor boy.

Unfortunately, Emperor Ping was infected with a cold in one night, and there was no doctor in the small fishing village, and usually someone who was sick was stubbornly resistant, and if he couldn't carry it, he could only wait for death.

Emperor Ping, who was infected with the wind cold, was already thin and weak, and he couldn't resist the wind and cold that could be called the god of death, but he always remembered what his father said to him before his death, to be a kind person, so he walked out of the door and walked towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

He doesn't want to cause trouble to others after he dies, and if he dies in the wild, he won't have to be collected by others, he is such a person, even if he is dying, he doesn't want to trouble others.

Emperor Ping dragged his tired body through the jungle and walked around, feeling that his body was getting heavier and heavier, but his mind was full of his father's appearance, he was so kind, he stood there and waved to him, and he also saw Zhao Di, she was still the tattered little beggar, Wei had a pair of eyes shining, which seemed to be full of hope.

Emperor Ping couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a shallow smile on his face, as if he had a good dream.

When Emperor Ping opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the place where he lived, as if the previous events were just a dream, but one thing was different, there was still a kind old man standing in the room.

The old man didn't tell him his name, but only asked him if he would like to be his teacher.

Emperor Ping knew that it was the old man in front of him who saved him, so without too much hesitation, he chose to worship the old man as his teacher.

In the days that followed, Emperor Ping had been traveling around with the old man, and they had traveled through countless famous rivers and rivers, and had also been to countless forbidden places.

Emperor Ping followed the old man, learned his childhood only existed in his father's mouth of the gods, only five years, cultivation has reached the realm of the emperor, the speed is so fast, the ancient and modern, that year, Emperor Ping was nineteen years old.

Emperor Ping, who was named the queen, said goodbye to his master and returned to the small fishing village where he lived again, he wanted to see Zhao Di again, and he also wanted to worship his parents.

The village was still like that, very dilapidated, unchanged from when he left, and the emperor returned to the hut where he and his father lived, which had long since been dilapidated, full of cobwebs and excrement, and no one paid attention to the little house, except its owner.

After worshipping his parents, Emperor Ping came to Master Wang's house and wanted to meet Zhao Di, but was told that in the second year of his departure, Zhao Di passed away, became depressed, and died of depression, and the last thing he said before dying was to call out a name.

Peaceful.

An Ping'an, this is the name of Emperor Ping, at that moment, this talented Emperor Ping burst into tears.

It was from this moment that he realized that his original feelings for Zhao Di were love, and Zhao Di also loved him, but unfortunately, he was too weak at that time, and he could only watch his favorite woman marry someone else, but he couldn't do anything.

Even if he now has a powerful power to dominate the world, what about it, the person he loves the most is no longer there, at that moment, Emperor Ping felt deeply confused and self-blamed.

Since then, Emperor Ping has never married, and he has traveled the world, determined to build a world free of oppression, where there is no male superiority and inferiority, where girls are no longer forced to marry men they don't love, and people will not risk death to go to sea to fish because of survival.

But in the end, he failed, his ideas were a challenge to the worldly ideas that had been passed down for countless years, and were resisted and rejected by many people, who considered him an alien and equated him with evil people, and finally in a great battle, Emperor Ping was seriously injured and fell in the hut of the fishing village where he was a child.

Born here, died here.

Although Emperor Ping failed, his deeds touched many people, and people buried his body with Zhao Di and built a tomb, which was called a love mound in later generations.

After thinking about the story of Emperor Ping, Mo Liang sighed secretly in his heart, there are things that a peerless Tianjiao like Emperor Ping who is as powerful as Emperor Ping can't do, not to mention a small family like the Su family, in the face of the oppression of powerful forces, they can only be killed.

Soon, the two came to Su's house, and as soon as they entered the gate, they saw many corpses lying on the ground, all of them were as thin as firewood, like dried corpses.

Su Wenzheng's face was ugly when he saw this, but he was also a person who had seen the big wind and waves, so he quickly calmed down and walked towards the courtyard with Mo Liang.

"Ling'er, Ling'er."

Su Wenzheng shouted as he walked, his heart was very anxious, seeing the corpse that was sucked dry on the road, Su Wenzheng was anxious for a while, lest his daughter would also suffer the same accident as these subordinates.

"Father, father."

A weak voice came from the side, Mo Liang and Su Wenzheng turned their heads in unison, only to see the pale Su Changlong leaning against the wall, shouting towards this side.

"Changlong, are you alright?"

Su Wenzheng hurriedly stepped forward and asked, with a look of concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little weak, by the way, father, how is Changling?" Su Changlong shook his head slightly, and then asked anxiously.

"I don't know yet, you take a rest first, and I'll go see Changling."

With that, he left Su Changlong and rushed towards the small courtyard where Su Changling lived.

"Are you alright?"

Mo Liang looked at Su Changlong, who was pale and sickly and asked.

"It's okay, let Mo Gongzi smile, but, Mo Gongzi, what's the matter with you?"

Su Changlong couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Mo Liang covered in blood.

"Oh, it's fine, it's just a little too hard." Mo Liang said casually.

"Pushing too hard?" Su Changlong was slightly stunned, not understanding what it meant, but he didn't ask more, but said, "Does Young Master Mo know what the black fog that covered the entire city just now was?" As soon as I came into contact with the black mist, I suddenly felt that the spiritual power in my whole body was blocked, and my body became weaker and weaker. “

"And the most terrifying thing is that I saw with my own eyes that a subordinate turned into a dry corpse in front of me, as if the blood of the whole body was sucked away by the black mist, what is this black mist, why is it so terrifying?"

"I don't know."

Mo Liang shook his head, unwilling to tell him about the transformation of the spirit yin qi, some things are better not known, knowing more will only increase the fear.

After a while, Su Wenzheng finally came back, and he said with a happy face: "Ling'er is fine, it's just that a lot of blood has been absorbed, and the whole person is relatively weak, as long as you rest for a while, you should be fine." “

Hearing Su Wenzheng say that Su Changling was fine, Su Changlong breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Liang opened his mouth and said, "Patriarch Su, since everything is fine, then I will go back to heal first." “

Su Wenzheng hurriedly said: "Healing is important, I will send a long dragon to send some of the healing resources collected by my Su family to Xiaoyou's residence in a while." “

Mo Liang nodded, turned and left.

Back in the small courtyard, Mo Liang fell headlong on the bed, and he didn't even have time to take off his clothes, only then did he feel a sharp pain like tears all over his body, and he bit the sheets in pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The sequelae of forcibly urging the Great Immeasurable Body Forging Technique appeared, and the raging flames in Mo Liang's body rose again, scorching his body, slowly recovering Mo Liang's injuries, and at the same time slowly strengthening his flesh.

It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, although Mo Liang forcibly urged the Great Infinite Body Forging Technique to face the enemy, causing his skin to be torn all over his body, it can be regarded as beating his physique to another extent, making his body go to the next level.

The pain lasted for nearly a stick of incense, and when Mo Liang felt that the pain in his whole body began to subside, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up from the bed, Mo Liang only felt that his mind was in a trance, and he stumbled under his feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was quick to reach out and hold on to the edge of the bed, so as to avoid falling, and looked down at the clothes on his body, which were covered in blood and sweat, sticking to his body, making him uncomfortable.

Without looking, Mo Liang felt that he should be no different from a beggar now.

Shaking his head, Mo Liang went out to get some water, simply wiped his body aside, and changed into new clothes, only then did he feel a sense of refreshment all over his body, and even his spirit was a little uplifted.

Just as Mo Liang finished washing up and was about to meditate to recover from his injuries, Su Changlong's voice came from outside the door: "Is Mo Gongzi here?" “

When Mo Liang walked out of the door, he saw Su Changlong, who looked a little better, but his face was still a little pale, holding a wooden box and standing outside the door.

Seeing Mo Liang come out, Su Changlong said: "Master Mo, this is the healing pill that my father entrusted me, and my father also said that in the past two days, he has to deal with the affairs of the house, and he may not be busy, and he will hold a banquet to entertain Mo Gongzi in three days, and his father also said that he must be present to invite Mo Gongzi." “

"Three days later? Okay, I see, you can go back first. “

Mo Liang nodded, put away the wooden box handed by Su Changlong, and spoke.

Su Changlong arched his hand and said goodbye and left.