"Your Majesty!"

Seeing the bright red blood stains on Emperor Qizhi's hands, Zheng Fei was shocked and said in a panic: "Imperial Doctor. I'm going to call you the Imperial Doctor! ”

"Don't."

Emperor Qizhi grabbed Zheng Fei, and the blood stains were imprinted on Zheng Fei's sleeve, a crimson color, "Cough, cough." The widow has no disease, but the person is already old, and the body is useless, and it is not a medicine stone. ”

"I'm going to ask the Heavenly Machine Holy Maiden, I'm willing to join the Heavenly Machine Sect."

Zheng Fei said immediately without hesitation.

Problems that cannot be solved by the mundane can usually find new solutions for the immortals.

"No, no."

Emperor Qizhi shook his head again and again, but instead of accepting Zheng Fei's kindness, his face turned pale, the kindness on his original face disappeared, and the majesty that had shrouded his body for decades returned.

At this moment, he no longer looks like an old man who is dying, and the Xia Emperor of the Xia Dynasty has returned.

"What do you think you do? The goods are not successful? Take yourself to negotiate this kind of thing, and don't do it until you have to. First, it hurts people's face, and second, it inevitably has the intention of threatening, which is really annoying.

I know better than anyone else what I am doing, it's just that I'm old, and people always have to obey the old. I have already used all kinds of elixirs, and compared to the merits of my ancestors, I am still much worse, but when it comes to the environment, I am very lucky, so why ask for more? ”

Emperor Qizhi's bloody palm patted Zheng Fei's shoulder, quite hard, making Zheng Fei's whole body shake involuntarily.

Emperor Qizhi said with a smile: "You can have this heart, I know that I am satisfied." It seems that in the eyes of the people of the Xia Dynasty, I am not derelict in my duty. ”

"Your Majesty!"

Zheng Fei couldn't help but kneel down, but as soon as his knees touched the ground, he was pulled up by Emperor Qizhi again.

The palm that was no longer smooth still had heavy power.

"Stand up, don't kneel, don't kneel. I am worthy of the people, and you are worthy of me, so why do so? ”

Emperor Qizhi supported Zheng Fei's shoulders with both hands, and his old and deep eyes met Zheng Fei's gray pupils.

"Zheng Fei, I'm old, I don't have much time, I'm afraid I won't see you shine. Fortunately, in this life, I have also lived side by side with Haojie, which can still be regarded as a benefit to the monarch and the minister, but it is not a regret. ”

Emperor Qizhi said: "It's just that the new emperor is probably not so lucky, and now what the Xia Dynasty lacks is no longer the great talent of the world, but the pillar of optimus." I-I, I hope you can promise me one thing, okay? ”

"Your Majesty, but it doesn't hurt to say it, if you can do it, you will definitely die!"

Zheng Fei said without hesitation.

"No, no, no, don't die, don't die at every turn, live, that's not good."

Emperor Qizhi said: "You are still very young and have a great future. A man is born in the world, he must stand up to the sky and the earth, and he must achieve great things! I hope, I hope that in the future, you can let Emperor Xia pay homage, okay? ”

"Your Majesty?"

Zheng Fei was stunned.

He never expected that Emperor Qizhi's request to him would be this matter.

"Promise me, you can do it."

Emperor Qizhi said seriously: "You are very talented and have great faith, this is your quality. The country of the Xia Dynasty will eventually be handed over to future generations, and you are also a part of the Xia Dynasty. One day, the Xia Dynasty may still need your maintenance, don't let what happened in the Great Moon repeat itself in the Xia Dynasty.

Otherwise, I am ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors, the subjects of heaven and earth, and the countless people with lofty ideals who shed their blood for the Xia Dynasty, and I will not be able to die peacefully.

I hope that one day, you can be like the prime minister of Shang, the sharpest sword of the Xia Dynasty, and supervise the world. ”

"If you have any ability, you are willing to die for the Xia Dynasty!"

Zheng Fei patted his chest, bumpered, and said categorically.

"Yes, yes!"

Emperor Qizhi laughed, his gray beard trembled, his voice became heroic, and the aura of aging on his body had faded away, and he became young again, "Go, go, there is a bigger world outside." ”

Seeing Zheng Fei leave, Emperor Qizhi stood in place for a long time.

Then he returned to the seat, took out a piece of cloth, and carefully wiped the blood stains in his hands.

For a long time, a sigh.

"This kind of method is a bit inferior."

Emperor Qizhi's figure was shrouded in shadows, and his voice was calm, "But my old face won't take a few years, and if I can get a little benefit for the Xia Dynasty, it's worth it." ”

He's very old.

It is true that he is getting more and more tired and sleepy.

But the body is still healthy, but the time has come.

This vomiting of blood is like a play.

It was not blood that was spitting out, it was his face, and it was something he had left in the Xia Dynasty for more than 70 years.

In the last days of his life, he saw with his own eyes a new world, a world like no other.

It's just that he really doesn't have that much time left.

There is no way to take the Xia Dynasty to complete a new transformation.

It's just a dying man.

Face is such a thing, while it can still be used, you might as well use it more.

If he can make people miss this and benefit the Xia Dynasty, it would be great, and it could be regarded as his last means of contributing to the country.

Anyway, this face is no longer needed, and there will be no chance to squander it in the future.

In the following period, Emperor Qizhi began to summon the talents of the Xia Dynasty one by one.

All kinds of people have it.

Everyone who came out of the palace was in a trance, like the sky collapsing.

The news about the end of Emperor Xia's longevity also spread.

In this regard, the temple seemed particularly calm, as if it had quietly accepted all this.

Emperor Qizhi has been in power for more than 70 years, which is of course the reason why he took on great responsibilities at a young age, but when it comes to the years of being in charge of the Xia Dynasty, it is really not short, and it is almost twice as long as his father.

If it weren't for the aura in the world, nourished by the elixir, maybe in the early years, his ordinary body would have been unable to support it.

Emperor Qizhi himself took on the responsibility early, and he did not have much achievements in martial arts - the emperor had no time to see obstacles in qi and blood, and he did not have the talent to practice.

The elixir used on his body is often very powerful and difficult to exert three points, to be precise, it is not easy to absorb one point.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to even enjoy the things of the Immortal Dao, and they can't keep that power at all, and most of them will be wasted.

However, another thing has also been quietly probed.

Who will be the new candidate for the Xia Emperor?

Emperor Qizhi never set up a crown prince.

can calculate the age of his son, the older ones will be seventy or eighty years old at this time, even the grandchildren are in their fifties, and there are many great-grandsons who have married and given birth to children.

Sons, grandchildren, great-grandchildren all seem to have a chance.

And all this has not yet been decided.

When this gust of wind really spread in the territory of the Xia Dynasty, it had already come to the one hundred and fifty-eighth year of the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi's body was visibly emaciated, and it was difficult to eat much of his daily meal.

The silver hair began to turn yellow and lose its luster.

The vitality is declining at an alarming rate.

The Heavenly Machine Saintess who studied the statue of Moqiu was invited and the array idiot who studied the Nine Dragons Golden Light Array had already made a judgment, and judging from the current situation, Emperor Qizhi's lifespan was at most one year.

Final year.

Emperor Qizhi has rarely held court meetings anymore, and the Xia Dynasty has been able to achieve good operating results, with countless pillars within the imperial court, and there are more fish and dragon guards to protect the Quartet.

It's just that in today's Xia Dynasty, there are no more people like Xun Ke and Shang who are not necessarily inferior to the emperor to take charge of the overall situation.

In the new era, the traces of the past will eventually fade, and now is the era of immortals, and it cannot be judged by the ordinary.

Emperor Qizhi tried his best to make the Xia Dynasty set sail again in the new era.

The one hundred and fifty-eighth year of the Xia Dynasty, after the autumn.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold.

There are fast horses from Yuzhou, 800 miles to rush here.

According to the news: Qiuye County, Yuzhou, the ground moved, and the officials probed it, and saw that the spiritual energy was rolling and the spiritual stones were piled up.

The spirit vein has appeared!

With the revival of heaven and earth for the first time, the upheaval of heaven and earth for the second time, and the third time, the creation of the foundation of the immortal path has finally begun to emerge!

Emperor Qizhi, who got the news, ignored his aged body, and under the escort of the Yulongwei, he personally went to Qiuye County, Yuzhou to investigate the matter.

This news naturally can't be concealed from the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Machine Sect, relying on the other party's unpredictable means of exploring the Heavenly Machine, if you really want to know something, few people in the world can hide it.

Zheng Fei, who has become her junior brother, invited Ying Yao to go to investigate together.

He was invited and never refused.

After coming to the place where the spiritual mine was discovered, he was invited to take a closer look, and finally made a judgment.

"A low-grade spiritual vein has naturally formed here, which can temporarily support two or three foundation builders and thirty or forty qi cultivators. When it is completely formed, if it does not destroy its veins, it can be doubled. ”

The lower grade spiritual vein, for an ordinary immortal cultivation family, can already be called the foundation.

The medium-grade spiritual vein is the demand of the ordinary small sect of the Immortal Dao, which can barely supply Jindan.

The high-grade spiritual veins are only qualified to be occupied by sects like Xuantian Sect that can be called a big force in the immortal cultivation world, and Yuanying monks can also benefit.

As for the supreme spiritual veins that are born from the creation of heaven and earth, they will inevitably fall into the Nine Great Immortal Sects in the end, without exception.

It is something more fundamental than the great medicine, and it belongs to the gift of heaven and earth to all living beings.

The first to be born is naturally the lower grade spiritual vein.

With the accumulation of time and the accumulation of changes, I am afraid that it will not be too long before the mid-grade spiritual veins will also appear, and at that time, it will be the time when the cultivators really begin to end.

Before there was no spiritual vein, cultivators were like mayflies in heaven and earth, foraging for food everywhere.

And with the spiritual vein, there is a place to live, and you can really open a sect, recruit fellow disciples, and reproduce the prosperity of cultivating immortals in the Source Heaven Realm.

The appearance of a low-grade spiritual vein heralds a new pattern.

The lower grade spiritual vein of Qiuye County, Yuzhou, the Xia Dynasty can still hold it, and the fish dragon guard occupies more than enough, so as not to be too eye-catching and face scramble.

But if there is a medium-grade spiritual vein that is born, even the Jindan monk will fight for the right to belong, and at that time, it depends on whose fist is harder.

The Xia Dynasty is still unable to come up with a strong man of that level.

I want to try my best to cultivate one, but there is no hundred years, almost all of them are foolish dreams.

But the speed of the changes in heaven and earth is difficult to give them this time.

The changes of a thousand years will come to this world in just a few decades.

One hundred and fifty-eight years of the Xia Dynasty, winter.

Emperor Qizhi was already lying on the bed, and his breath was faint.

His life was about to come to an end, and the spirit strain that Xia Chao had obtained, and the elixir that he had refined had almost lost its effect to him, and it was almost difficult to even hang his life.

This time, it's really coming to an end.

He no longer has the energy and spirit to deal with state affairs.

When the winter rain and snow were sweeping and overwhelming, there were already several places where new low-grade spiritual veins had been discovered, but Emperor Qizhi was no longer able to get up.

For most of the day, he could only lie on the bed, and it was difficult for him to even get up and move around.

Sometimes I will look at one place and be in a daze for a long time.

Even the people around him seem to be separated by a distance.

One hundred and fifty-eight years of the Xia Dynasty, the end of winter.

An edict spread throughout the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi, the edict of his own guilt.

He counted the damage caused to the Xia Dynasty after the drastic changes in heaven and earth, and informed the people of the Xia Dynasty that the changes of the times, the appearance of the aura, and the news of the return of the immortal path.

In the end, he focused on his incompetence and inability to let the talented people in the Xia Dynasty get the treatment and cultivation they deserved, which was the problem of the Xia Dynasty, not the people.

Therefore, in the future, among the people of the Xia Dynasty, those who have the talent for cultivation can choose their own courts, no one can blame them, and no one can say that they betrayed the Xia Dynasty.

At the last moment of his life, Emperor Qizhi chose to leave an edict for the people of the Xia Dynasty in this way.

And the new crown prince, he already has a candidate.

He is the great-grandson of Emperor Qizhi, who is only sixteen years old this year.

Or an unfavored side branch.

However, he has a talent for cultivation.

Even though it's just a low-grade spiritual root - or, fortunately, it's just a low-grade spiritual root.

If you have more talent, you will not be suitable to be the emperor of the Xia Dynasty anymore.

He was not only worried about the occurrence of things like Emperor Zongming, but also deeply felt the powerlessness of ordinary people.

The choice between them is only understood by himself.

The new crown prince was brought to the imperial court and took care of Emperor Qizhi for several months.

What exactly was said in the middle, no one knows.

Winter has finally passed, and spring has arrived.

The spring breeze warms up, and the spring rain is happy.

The one hundred and fifty-ninth year of the Xia Dynasty, spring.

Emperor Qizhi had not eaten for two days.

Surrounding the palace of the dragon sons and grandsons, hundreds of officials and hundreds of officials knelt down.

Ichthyosaurus guards the left and right.

The dreary atmosphere was like a dark cloud hanging under this sky.

Even the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Machines was invited to come here in Zheng Fei's pleading.

"At the end of my life."

Unfortunately, there is no way.

Ordinary things that can prolong life have long been used, and that shell has come to an end, and even the soul is like a candle in the wind.

It's time to get back to your roots.

"Fallen leaves return to their roots."

On the bed, Emperor Qizhi, who woke up again, looked through the window at the tall tree that had pulled out its sprouts, and looked in a trance.

"Your Majesty!"

As he woke up, the people who cared for him fell to their knees and wept silently.

Emperor Qizhi looked at them in a daze for a while, then came back to his senses, waved his hand, and said, "You all go out, and so do the people outside, if you don't stay, you all go out." ”

"Your Majesty?"

The young man who had just been elected as the crown prince was stunned and couldn't understand.

"All out!"

Emperor Qizhi's voice became stern, although it was still weak, but it was unquestionable.

Eventually, the people surrounding the palace were evacuated like trees.

Emperor Qizhi's side was empty.

His gaze was still searching, looking around.

There was a secret that he had never mentioned to anyone.

Emperor Chengping, that is, his father, before he passed away, his biggest regret was that he did not get the evaluation of that person.

He didn't know if that being would come to see him one last time, just as he had done to say goodbye to his ancestors.

Will he be recognized by that one?

His cloudy gaze searched among the empty houses, hoping to see a certain figure.

For a long time, for a long time.

"Hah"

Emperor Qizhi sighed, exhausted.

I can't help but close my eyes and take a good rest.

When the darkness gradually shrouded in front of him, a figure in a green robe finally appeared in front of him, standing there quietly.

"Mr. Gu Gu!"

Emperor Qizhi sensed something, full of surprise, he struggled to get up, but it was difficult to sit up.

"Tired, aren't you?"

The man stepped forward and took his palm, and the faint green light slowly flowed, injecting the last shred of life into him. (End of chapter)