Zhao Changqing thought about this question for a long time, but he didn't know how to answer it, Tianjizi didn't say a word in the secret room of the retreat, and waited patiently for him to answer this question.

It seems that his answer is very important to himself.

But Zhao Changqing has never played cards according to the routine, since he couldn't think of how to evaluate the First Emperor, he simply said: "I don't know him, how can I say it? ”

Tianjizi was a little surprised when he heard this answer, and was stunned for a long time before replying: "Yes, the things of the past have passed by with the wind, no matter how people evaluate it today, it is just idle talk." What has happened, is destined to happen. ”

Zhao Changqing wanted to hurry up and asked, "Senior, I want to ask you, how did you live for so long?"

Tianjizi said: "This matter is a long story. Do you want to listen to the old way and tell a story? This story is very long, long."

Zhao Changqing nodded, as a response, regardless of whether Tianjizi could see it or not, in short, he just sat on the ground with his ass, and he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, after sitting cross-legged, he was ready to listen carefully to the story he told.

Tianjizi said: "Back then, after the death of the First Emperor, it was not the direct cause of the split of the Great Qin Empire. The real reason starts from the fact that the demon clan received the will of God and invaded the world. ”

Speaking of this, Tianjizi opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

Since the beginning of the Wei Kingdom a hundred years ago, Tianjizi has never walked out of this cave of retreat, but today he has come out.

Zhao Changqing looked at him in surprise.

The Tianji Zidao person in front of him is like a rather ordinary person.

There was no fairy temperament on his body, if he didn't know his identity, Zhao Changqing would have thought that some old man from the countryside had walked out of the cave.

The white-haired old man had only taken two steps before he suddenly came to him.

Zhao Changqing was taken aback and suddenly got up.

The old man of Tianjizi grinned and said, "In fact, before he achieved the realm of heaven and man, the old man was a Confucian. But I had some festivals with Confucian saints, so I abandoned Confucianism, but in the end, I found that whether it was Confucianism or Taoism, the old decay could not reach the real mountaintop, so I had to live in the world, stay in the present day, and entrust my useful body to the world. ”

Zhao Changqing was a little puzzled when he heard this, didn't he want to tell a story?

Why do you want to talk so much?

Do you want to talk about it?

However, who knew that in the next second, there seemed to be an imperceptible vision on the old man's body, and the whole person seemed to be sublimated in an instant, and I don't know when he started, he actually held a pen in his hand, and only heard him say: "This story is so old that I don't want to tell it."

So, please take a look at your majesty in the painting. ”

At this moment, this seemingly ordinary old man seems to have become a saint and an ancestor, and his body is shining with thousands of lights.

Behind him, there are pianists who are playing the piano and music, or white-haired people who use heaven and earth as a chessboard;

Or the statue of an elegant scholar who splashes ink like a frightening wave, or a Danqing master who is skillful in ink, they all sit down in an orderly manner at this moment.

The number of statues is increasing one by one, and most of them have blurred faces, but they can resonate with everything, as if the void is trembling.

The surrounding aura is like a churning white cloud in the sky, condensing into the statue with an overwhelming majestic momentum.

Zhao Changqing counted them carefully, but found that there were twenty-eight people in those statues.

They are all true saints who uphold the luck of the world.

Then, the statues seemed to be full of vitality, not as silent as dead things, some people opened their eyes to be a thunderbolt in the sky, and some people said chapters and golden sentences full of flowers.

What's more, with a wave of pen and ink, the space is still, the fallen leaves, the spring breeze, the four seasons alternate rapidly, like a blooming flower blooming and declining.

It is a boundless rhyme, containing infinite wisdom, the crystallization of a generation, and it wants to use the supreme power to reverse time and space.

Spring flowers and autumn moons, summer cicadas and winter snow, the flashing alternation of scenes is not moving forward, but countercurrent.

The pen in the hands of the old-timers of Tianjizi wrote the endless romance, wrote the high spirit, and wrote the bridge that communicates the power of heaven and earth.

I don't know when it began, the old man got the pen in his hand, and it was actually written in an instant, it was a roll of yellow ancient books, looming in front of him.

Zhao Changqing was looking at it carefully, the curly yellow ancient book, kept turning the pages, it seemed that there was no end to it, the book recorded some old events, some popular legends, some glorious deeds and heroic epics made of blood and bones.

It tells a haunting legend, and it wants to relive those dark days to the world.

Once, there was a period of history that was not well known to everyone and gradually faded into people's records, but that time was very old and dark.

And its existence is not to make people remember the darkness, but to tell the world that even if there is a certain period of darkness, there are some people who have bloomed a faint light, and these lights are like a flash in the pan, but after more than that, it can eliminate the endless darkness.

The ancient book slowly floated in the air, and purple qi was derived from it, and the wisps of purple qi were gradually scorching and shining.

The time has come.

As soon as the old Taoist Tianjizi embroidered his mouth, he spit out the whole world, "The rivers and lakes have a thousand years, and the spring and autumn are written with a pen." ”

At this time, a strong wind was blowing.

Zhao Changqing felt a great deal of energy.

Then, I saw that the immeasurable light on the yellowed ancient book that suddenly appeared was flickering, which was quite weird.

This light shines here.

Shines on the darkness written in the scrolls.

Time and space are reversed, heaven and earth are turned upside down, and the universe is subverted.

The vivid pictures slowly unfolded in Zhao Changqing's eyes.

It was a majestic figure.

Some people carry the common people on their backs and stare into the abyss.

Some people hold the big tripod in their hands, and sacrifice their ancestors with blood.

Some people burst into tears and took matters into their own hands.

There is a halberd in the world, although thousands of demons and demons are self-defeating.

There is a sword in the sky, ten steps to kill a demon, and the sword is full of ancient and modern times.

There are even people who dare to go to the sky to fight with a spear, and even if the final outcome is a fall, the corners of his mouth are smiling.

Because he seems to have discovered a big secret.

A secret that has not had a chance to be told.

Subsequently, the figures of the sages of the human race stood tall between heaven and earth, and most of them could be traced.

It wasn't until the last picture enveloped this world that Zhao Changqing lost his mind in a trance, and it seemed that he came to the world in the painting.

Before he could feel doubts and sigh at the miraculous methods of Tianjizi, two figures attracted him deeply.

There was a figure, stepping on the sea of blood in the corpse forest, with a slight wave of his fingers, the sky and the earth cracked in an instant, and the thirty-six sword formations were drawn out, staging a ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

There seemed to be words in his mouth, Zhao Changqing listened carefully, but he only heard a few words, it seemed that the age was too old.

The part that Zhao Changqing heard seemed to be scolding, "Raised by a son of a bitch, I'd rather be a slave, bah, labor fucks your uncle!"

That's all he heard.

I didn't expect that there would be such a great supernatural person, and he would also spit fragrant fragrance.

Then, the screen turns.

The sun was shining, like a furnace burning the earth, and there were people in the clouds, looking down dumbfounded.

I saw a great river as if it came from the sky, pouring for thousands of miles, like a giant dragon covered with golden scales tumbling on the earth.

The waves crashed on the shore, and the sound of the waves was deafening, and some birds flew by, and they folded their wings in the middle of the river.

The mist on the surface of the river was shrouded, and a person walked in the sky, stopped at the head of the Yangtze River, smiled at the immortals in the sky, and said: "The poor monk has no talent, but this little Tianhe also wants to make trouble in the world?"

Under the scorching sun and clear sky, he actually put on a hat on his head, which seemed to indicate that a heavy downpour was coming in a moment.

He spoke again and said, "Look at it!

Above the clouds, he said angrily: "Cultivating martial arts for a hundred years is not easy, do you dare?"

The monk smiled calmly with a bold face: "Why don't you dare?"

Then, I saw him step on the air with one foot, the mist was gone, and the second step was extremely ordinary, but it could make the birds of the world drowning in this river leap away, away from the monks.

As he soared into the sky, he frequently looked at the monk who was still on the surface of the river.

After a while, the monk took another step, and this step cut off the flow of the river of the gods flowing in the sky, which was extremely magical.

At this step, Zhao Changqing seemed to feel that what he had stepped out was death, but also vitality.

The monk stepped forward again, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed dramatically, and the immortals in the heavens who lived in the clouds let out a loud shout, 'Bah!'

In an instant, the wind rose, the thunder rolled, everything was dead and gray, and the river changed its appearance again, roaring, like a bloody general, wielding a halberd to declare war on the monks!

The monk was calm as usual, without the slightest expression on his face, and took another step, which made all illusion dissipate and return to tranquility.

Immediately afterwards, the monk looked up at the sky, chuckled twice, as if putting life and death aside, and went straight to the heavens in the clouds.

Eventually, the monk died of exhaustion when he arrived on the shore.

Zhao Changqing saw a few more pictures, without exception, the great powers in the pictures that shocked him very much had encountered strong enemies, and most of them were inevitably a fate that ended up with a strong enemy.

Could this be the Terran hero of that era?

He thought to himself, not quite clearly, at this moment, he had come to a mysterious space again.

It seems that there is no sense of the passage of time, there is no alternation of yin and yang, the five elements do not exist, it seems that the square is not square, it seems that the circle is not round, as if there is no rule at all, which makes people wonder through the mystery, but always feel that the mystery of this place is endless.

Just when he was amazed, there was another change, as if something was created out of nothing, there were ripples, and there were wonderful voices at the time of the magnificent waves, like the sound of countless people reading, like the voice of the scholars and doctors, like the dying voice of the monks in the world when they were generously dying.

In short, this kind of voice kept disturbing Zhao Changqing's mind, making him unable to settle down, and he felt that he might be distracted and destroyed at any time.

The sound fluctuates, and suddenly accompanied by strange and complicated sounds come a picture scroll hanging in the void, this picture scroll is full of endless desolate atmosphere, slowly unfolding, as if people across the ages, based on the long river of time and space!

The feeling of heaviness on his face made Zhao Changqing like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and the taste was very uncomfortable.

The paintings on the void are of different sizes and contents, but the only thing they are the same is that they all have a simple and heavy atmosphere that slowly emanates outward, as if people have experienced the changes of time and the invasion of years.

One picture depicts an old man with a dead face and white hair, his eyes like torches, sitting cross-legged on a tall and majestic ancient city, holding a pen in his hand. Suddenly, his eyes emitted a cold light, and he waved his brush, and suddenly a murderous machine surged, and a violent energy swept the entire picture.

The old man seemed to have encountered some terrible enemy, and the aura revealed by his eyes was dead.

This old man is a bit like a heavenly machine.

But I couldn't see my face clearly, as if I was deliberately covered by something.

There is also a picture scroll, a middle-aged man in green clothes stands suspended in the air, holding a long sword in his hand.

Some of the scrolls depict a vast battle map, and the power of battle is pervasive and threatens to collapse the space.

Some people are bleeding in the lonely city, some people are hanging themselves, and some people are throwing themselves into the Dead Sea alone, and their souls are suddenly scattered.

Some of the paintings are not bloody, but very peaceful.

The great sages of the world are worshipping the whole world;

There are people who have attained the Tao and are using their own abilities to reshape the fortune of a place.

A monk with the light of the Buddha is sitting cross-legged in front of the endless corpses, constantly beating the wooden fish and chanting words in his mouth.

Zhao Changqing saw from the picture scroll that it was a world of great contention, with endless capable people and earth-shattering monks, among them, there were several picture scrolls that made him feel like he was in hell, with bloody corpses and extremely desolate.

In the end, the picture ended, the ancient books were exhausted, and Tianjizi appeared in front of Zhao Changqing, and said flatly: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be nervous, this is just a little magic trick of the old way." Now that Your Majesty has seen the historical picture of the demon clan invading the world, how do you feel in your heart?"

As usual, he was still in a shocked trance and couldn't extricate himself, he said: "Senior, in this world, there are really demons?"

Tianjizi nodded with self-love, revealing a desolate aura between his eyebrows, and seemed to mutter: "Yes, but they were all driven out by our group of Terran monks in troubled times back then. ”

is just a fluttering sentence, but it makes Zhao Changqing yearn for it.

Cast the demon out?

By people?

It's simply incredible.

How much chaos and darkness did they go through back then?

I can't imagine.

Zhao Changqing said: "If those pictures are true, then the demon clan should be killed!"

The impact on him today is quite big, I didn't expect there to be a demon in this world.

Tianjizi nodded and said, "I know you have a lot of questions now, but at least for now, Lao Dao can't explain them to you. However, there is one thing I can tell you.

In fact, in our time, a martial artist was not called a martial artist, but a qi practitioner. Whether it is sword cultivation, body, strength, or even all the monks in the hundred schools of the princes, they are collectively called qi practitioners.

At that time, there was actually immortality that could exist, at least, at that time, it was considered by some beings to be Shuntian cultivation, which was so that it could prove the immortal Dao fruit.

But after the First Emperor appeared, everything changed, and those who existed and did not want to see the Terran race stand on their own, they began to target the First Emperor and our Terran.

As a result, even if a martial artist enters the realm of heaven and man, he cannot truly seek immortality. We people want to re-establish a path for the human race, but we are exhausted and it is difficult to do it. ”

Since he could only tell himself such a thing, then he had some doubts in his heart, he chose not to ask, only asked about immortality, he only cared about this now, "It is difficult to achieve immortality even if you become a celestial?

Tianjizi said: "I can't say, as for why Lao Dao can live forever, it's because Lao Dao was influenced by some of the end of that era. On the day when His Majesty achieves the realm of heaven and man, Lao Dao will naturally inform His Majesty of some secrets.

Lao Dao has another question for Your Majesty, what kind of emperor will you be in the future?"

Zhao Changqing thought about this question seriously.

To be a faint gentleman, this is certain, but it cannot be said explicitly.

Be a Mingjun?

Hey, he didn't even want to say the answer that went against his will.

So how to answer it?

Tianjizi seemed to be aware of his difficulties, and asked in a different way: "Does Your Majesty want to unify the troubled times in the future?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Changqing remembered the matter of the system.

So far, Tianjizi has not asked himself about the system, which means that he doesn't know about the system.

He replied: "Naturally, we must unify the troubled times. ”

Why?

Because of the task issued by the system, this task has a mysterious special prize!

Zhao Changqing wanted to finish it and get that mysterious prize.

After all, that reward is a bit tempting.

Tianjizi smiled and said, "If Your Majesty can complete the First Emperor's initiative in the future, then Changsheng may have a chance." ”

Zhao Changqing asked, "What chance?"

Tianjizi said: "After Your Majesty completely unifies the troubled times, you will condense the luck of the world, and then your Majesty, who has the luck of the whole world, may not be able to rely on luck to live forever, the first emperor walked out of such a road, and there were small achievements, but unfortunately, encountered some hidden calculations, resulting in the death of the first emperor, and the human race fell into a catastrophe." ”

This happened to talk about the question in Zhao Changqing's heart, and he asked: "How did this luck come about?"

Tianjizi said: "The entire land of Shenzhou has actually had luck since ancient times. At the earliest, in the era of the flood and famine, some birds and beasts and even mysterious races, because they were close to nature, were easily shrouded in luck and became atmospheric carriers.

With atmospheric luck, you can become a major repairer.

At that time, the human race was still very weak, and later a human ancestor appeared, because he was dissatisfied with the Holy Spirit of the Flood Wilderness regarding his fellow Terrans as a meal, so he led some strong people to start competing for luck with other races in the Flood Wilderness.

First of all, it was the territory, and then it was the cultivation method of establishing a religion and passing it down, and slowly, the human race became stronger, until it became the only master of this land, and all the luck in the human world was locked in the mountains and rivers and veins and spirits, and it was used by our human race.

Later, the connection between luck and the earth can no longer be separated, so as long as there is an earth emperor in this land, luck will be attached to it autonomously, because the earth emperor is the spokesperson of this land walking in the world, and people like them are born to be atmospheric carriers.

Until the time of the First Emperor, he felt that all the luck in the world could not be monopolized by the emperor, so he dispersed the luck between heaven and earth, and the person who got the luck naturally became a strong qi practitioner.

Practicing qi and refining qi is not only about practicing aura, but also about luck. He scattered his luck all over the place, so that everyone in the world could rely on his luck to cultivate, and thus committed some taboos of existence. But the First Emperor still had to do it.

Because he understands a simple truth, a person is strong, but only a person. If you want to completely get rid of the predicament in front of the human race, the only way to give the human race a chance for everyone to become a dragon.

But although he scattered the world's luck, he could still control his luck, and because of this, he obtained the path to immortality.

Later, after the Qin Dynasty was divided, the emperors of all countries in the world could pray to the heavens because of the fortune of the dragon, so that the heavens could give the emperors of the world good luck.

It's also ridiculous, in ancient times, how many Terran sages risked their lives to snatch luck from those desolate creatures, but in the end, when we Terran emperors need luck, we can only pray to the heavens, and then ask some existence to give luck, it's really ridiculous!"

Everything that happened today was enough to shock Zhao Changqing, "Those existences, what kind of thing are they?"

When Tianjizi heard his words, he said ambiguously: "The First Emperor also scolded like this back then, what kind of thing is it to scold those existences!"

When Zhao Changqing heard this, he was a little flustered, and he said, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't said that!"

Sweat!

Even the monks of that era died because of those existences, how dare they touch the moldy heads of their people?

Tianjizi laughed twice and said, "Your Majesty, no third person will know about your conversation with Lao Dao today, including those in Lao Dao's mouth. ”

What the hell are those beings?

Zhao Changqing just wanted to ask again, but found that Tianjizi had disappeared.

Moreover, he also returned to the real world, and all the previous visions dissipated.

Zhao Changqing calmed down, and when he looked around again, he found that the figure of Tianjizi's predecessors had long been gone.

In addition, the cave used for the retreat of Tianjizi was also blocked by huge rocks again.

Zhao Changqing knew that the other party had great powers, but he still had a lot of questions that had not been explained, so he tentatively asked again towards the entrance of the cave: "Senior, those?"

He stopped talking, for fear of violating some taboo.

After a long time, the voice of Tianjizi came from inside the cave, "Your Majesty, the moment you unify the troubled times and enter the realm of heaven and man, you can use the old way to try to use your luck to step out of the road of immortality, it is not impossible." There are some heavenly opportunities, and now is not the time to leak them. ”

After the sound dissipated, no more sound came from the cave.

Zhao Changqing sighed and muttered: "How do you feel that this old way is digging a pit for me again? It is difficult for me to connect and guess in the clouds! Could it be that in fact, this old way is just waiting for me to come today? Just waiting for me to jump into the pit he dug? But I have crossed over, this does not conform to logic! Who are those existences? Immortals, monsters, or those creatures in the wilderness back then?"

If he can't guess it, he just doesn't think nonsense.

Shaking his head, he left here with doubts hidden deep in his heart.

In short, today's encounter made him understand one thing, this world, I'm afraid it's not as simple as he imagined, there are still many existences, and he needs to taboo it.

It seems that the road of immortality has a long way to go, and it needs to be completed by the system.

(End of chapter)