Dongyan Three Thousand Immortal Island, on Xifei Immortal Island, Xi Fei, who was looking at the endless sea from the coast, suddenly felt an ominous feeling in her heart, and a sadness spread in her heart for no reason, and tears like pearls slipped from her beautiful face.

"What's wrong with me? Why is there a sense of sadness in my heart? Why does my heart hurt so much? Jiang Gongzi, have you had an accident?...

In a valley, the figure of the Qing Emperor kept shuttling through it, looking for Jiang Qing's figure.

"Grandma, where did this kid go? Why can't I find him? Even if he dies, there must be a corpse left, right?"

At the end of this battle, every cultivator in Dongyan knew that the Qin family and Tianji City had succeeded, and sent a giant powerhouse to kill Jiang Qing, a peerless demonic figure of the world, and fell like this. Dongyan calmed down again, and many cultivators gradually forgot such a figure who had caused Dongyan's great earthquake.

An ordinary small temple, extremely ordinary, without any extraordinary, ordinary temple walls are not so ancient and vicissitudes, nor do they have any supernatural or Taoist patterns. The whole small temple is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary.

On top of the small temple, a small plaque has two words simply written on it, without any special charm, as if it came from the hands of mortals.

Mortal dust.

This is the name of this small temple, as its name suggests, but it is just a small temple in the mortal world, not known, not worshipped, but just standing quietly here, never remembered. Or maybe it can't be remembered, it can't be known.

In the mortal dust temple, a stone sculpture stands quietly, a soft gauze robe fluttering, it should be a woman, but it seems that this stone sculpture has not been carved, and her face is a stone. The face has not yet been sculpted.

This stone sculpture is the same as this small temple, very ordinary, as if it has been forgotten and abandoned here, and even the face of the stone carving has not been carved. But the stone carvings are quite large, and they are beyond the small temple.

Perhaps, this cannot be called a temple either, because this temple has no roof at all, but a piece of land is enclosed with a low wall. There are also small flowers growing on the land in the temple, which is extremely cute.

Before this unfinished stone carving, a stone tablet stood aside, the blue-gray stone tablet was extremely simple, and two simple words were engraved on it: Yijun. These two words are also very ordinary, like thousands of stone tablets in the world. Buried in mortal dust.

But in this small temple. A figure rose and fell in the void, and a trace of strange glow continued to be revealed in the ordinary stone carving and injected into the body of that figure.

This figure was a twenty-year-old man, with his eyes closed and his face extremely ordinary, which could only be regarded as slightly handsome. His clothes were in tatters. His body was covered in blood, and his body was full of terrible scars, and in serious cases, he could even see the broken white bones and internal organs in it! But his chest was still slightly undulating, such a serious injury. He wasn't dead yet, but he still had a breath of air.

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"Your Majesty, the enemy country in the east is coming, and our garrison in the east is insufficient, so we need to draw soldiers from other corps, otherwise it will be difficult to support. The East is the richest place in our country, and most of our food and weapons come from the East. The land of the East cannot be lost. And now that there is no war in the West, many of the corps will be abandoned, so we should draw the strength of the West and join the East to defend against foreign enemies!"

In a luxurious golden hall, a man wearing iron armor and a bearded face knelt on one knee and pleaded to the emperor on the throne and wearing a dragon robe.

The young emperor on the throne, wearing a dragon robe, who looked no more than twenty years old, nodded and said, "Okay, then..."

Before the young emperor could finish speaking, the next minister wearing a first-class court uniform came out and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, no! Although there is no war in the West now, it does not mean that there will be no war in the future. And there are barbarians in the West, and those are all uncivilized barbarians, if there is no large number of Western legions to defend them, those barbarians will inevitably invade our land. Although there is an enemy invasion in the east at this moment, it is only a small country, and no matter how strong the other country is, it can't compare to my dynasty!"

"Such a small country is not a concern. But general, it is your duty to meet the enemy, and how to meet the enemy is a matter for you to consider. The generals of such a small country can't resist it, so how can we protect the safety of a huge dynasty of mine?"

The iron-clad general did not argue with the minister, and he said in a deep voice: "This small country, in the past hundred years, has worked hard to govern the country, and it already has a lot of strength. If you dare to invade our dynasty at this moment, you must rely on it, and you must not be careful. ”

As soon as the ironclad general said this, the minister of the first rank opened his eyes angrily and said: "Bold! Are you saying that my emperor has been ruining the state politics all these years? A small country is working hard to govern the country, don't I have a great dynasty? General, are you insulting my emperor?"

After all, the ironclad general is only a warrior, not a politician, and it is difficult for him to say this first-class minister, "You! I'm just telling the facts!"

"Alright! The young emperor on the throne spoke, "The Western Corps can't be transferred over. I should have a lot of soldiers in the east, enough to resist that small country. Please also ask the general to protect the safety of our dynasty and not let a small country be proud. ”

The ironclad general's face changed again and again, and then he sighed, clasped his fists and knelt down: "I am willing to do my best for Your Majesty, and then die!"

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At night, in a dormitory, on the dragon bed, the young emperor hugged a beautiful woman in his arms, and sighed softly: "Concubine, I have been having some strange dreams lately, dreaming that I came from a place called the earth, and for some reason, I came to a continent called the Great Wilderness. On that great wilderness, there are so-called cultivators, who can fly to the sky and escape to the earth, just to cultivate immortal islands. ”

"I was rescued by an old woman in a village called Fuluo, named Xu Po, and I lived in this small village for a year. I went to a forbidden area of no return, in which there were many adventures. Later, when I returned to the village, I found that the village had been slaughtered and enchanted. ”

"Later, I embarked on a path of revenge for the people of the village. By the way, there is also a little girl in the village, called Xiao Xiaoxiao, who is very cute and well-behaved. At the same time, I in my dream has to find a way home. I met a lot of people in that world, and I married a fairy named Xifei, and that woman was exactly like you. Later, I even became friends with a very cheap turtle!"

"In the end, when I was fighting with a Daozi of Tianji City, I fell into a demon and was chased and killed by the Qin family and Tianji City. In the end, he was killed by two very powerful people, and he woke up from his dream. The dream was so real, it seemed real. The I in the dream is called Jiang Qing, and the real me is called Xuanqing, both of which are called Qing. ”

"Aifei, I'm going to be confused, I can't tell the difference between dream and reality, I always think that the me in the dream is the real me, and this is just a big dream!"

"Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense. How could this be a dream? The concubine is now really lying in the arms of His Majesty. Your Majesty may have been too tired lately, so it's good to rest more. Your Majesty, don't think too much. The beautiful concubine said softly and delicately.

Xuanqing was warm and soft with fragrant jade in his arms, and he felt the temperature of the beautiful figure in his arms, and drove away the feeling in his heart, then shook his head and smiled, and said, "It's that I think too much." How could that be real, this was a dream. It seems that I am really tired. ”

"The concubine will let the imperial doctor come tomorrow to diagnose His Majesty. Your Majesty, let the concubines sleep for you. ”

"Good!" Xuan Qing smiled.

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In the mortal dust temple, the figure of the floating void suddenly frowned slightly, but then recovered, as if he was intoxicated in a dream, and it was difficult to wake up.

A small temple that is extremely simple and ordinary, no one remembers its existence, no one knows about its existence. No one knows where it is, no one knows where it came from and where it is going. No one knows, what is the meaning of the existence of this small temple?

Fanchen Temple, this small temple seems to flow in the long river of history, constantly shuttling in space and time, and no one can find it.

As its name suggests, it is forever submerged in the mortal dust, too ordinary, flowing through the mortal dust. (To be continued......)