"Why do the people of the Cultivation Realm want to meddle in the change of dynasties in the mortal world?" There are more and more questions in my heart, "Our Qingfeng Dynasty is not a tyrannical dynasty, although the people under its rule are not rich, but at least they are called the kingdom and the people, why do those people want to destroy us? For this reason, they do not hesitate to start a war to lead foreigners into the customs? Aren't they afraid that the entire world will be bloody, and the lives will be ruined, affecting their Dao hearts?"

"Mortals are no different from ants in the eyes of those people in the cultivation realm," the emperor raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, "If those people want to achieve a certain goal, no matter how many mortals die in their hearts, they will not put it in their hearts."

"Then what is there in our dynasty that is worthy of those who wage war to fight for?" I said as I carried a flask and poured wine for the emperor, "I believe that we will not refuse to hand over such things without regard for the lives of the people of the world."

The emperor was silent, he knew very well what the people in the cultivation realm needed, but he also knew that he would never hand it over, because what those people wanted had exceeded his bottom line as a human being, if he chose to compromise and hand it over, he would never forgive himself, and he would never be able to raise his head to be an upright person, let alone be the most honorable emperor of the country!

"What the hell do they want?" I couldn't help but feel a little anxious as I watched my father fall silent, "What do we have to covet from them?"

"Son," the emperor withdrew his gaze from the sky, turned his head to look at me, his face was full of love, he reached out and touched my face lightly, and said, "No matter what they want, I will not give it to them, even if I drag the whole world to be buried with them, I will not let them get their wish."

Looking at such a tough father, I also fell silent.

Father is a good emperor, neither greedy for money nor lustful, temperament can be regarded as gentle, Qingfeng Dynasty under his rule can also be regarded as a smooth country and rich people, although a little obsessed with cultivation and want to obtain immortality, but in general he is still a qualified emperor.

Why would such an emperor insist on keeping what those people in the cultivation realm wanted and refuse to compromise?

Could it be that the value of this thing exceeds the life of the entire dynasty's national inheritance and rule?

"Son," the father's voice continued to ring in his ears, "If you can't do anything, remember to run away, never come back, you have to live well"

"What is it that can't be handed over?" I got excited, grabbed my father's arm with both hands, and yelled, I couldn't even care if the jug fell to the ground, "Even if they want my life, I can give it to them, we can't sit back and watch the blood of the people of the world flow like a river, father"

"Son," my father looked at me and said with a calm face, "If they get what they want, when the time comes, it will not only be tens of millions of people in the Eastern Continent, but the living beings of the entire Three Realms, it will be trillions of lives, you know?"

I was stupefied by my father's words!

"I haven't done anything else in the two years I've been in retreat," my father waved his arm to free of my hand, picked up the flask that had fallen to the ground, and handed it to me." I carefully read the entire history of the development of the Eastern Continent, and also looked through all the dossiers of the previous dynasties on the final fall, and I found one thing in common, that is, if the dynasty gives birth to a prince at the time of the millennium, then war will come, whether it is the return of the people under the rule or the invasion of foreign people, this dynasty that lasts for a thousand years will collapse and destroy in a short time, and all the royal bloodlines will be wiped out."

"The one who should be robbed?" I suddenly remembered a legend that had been passed down for thousands of years, and I also remembered the Great War of the Three Realms that happened seven thousand years ago that Aoki told me!

A bright light crossed my mind, and I seemed to grasp something, and vaguely I seemed to understand something.

"Father," I poured the emperor a full glass of wine, "and go on, the child has a little bit of an eyebrow about something."

"Do you remember the battle when Empress Dayue and her son escaped into Luofengpo and were besieged to death a thousand years ago?" the emperor continued, "None of the heroes who originally participated in the rebellion were Empress Ouyang's opponents, and the military formation they formed could not stop the queen's Yueqing sword, and when the queen was almost about to come out of the formation, a sword intent attacked from outside the sky, breaking her mystical skills, and the heroes were able to trap her to death in the Luofengpo Canyon."

"I was fascinated by the secrets of the previous dynasty, and I couldn't help but pour myself a glass of wine and drink it all."

"According to the records of our founding ancestors," the emperor did not blame me for my rudeness, and said, "The heroes did not mean to kill Empress Ouyang, they just asked the Empress who was seriously injured and unable to fight again to hand over her child and let her go."

"Empress Ouyang must have rejected the kindness of the heroes," I said, playing with my wine glass, "After all, there is no mother in the world who is willing to exchange her child's life for her own life."

In an instant, I understood everything the emperor meant, and I also understood why he would rather destroy his family and country than hand over the thing that those people in the cultivation realm wanted.

Because I am that thing, the one who deserves the doom!

A mother would rather die than give up her child.

As a father, he will not give up his son for the sake of the survival of the dynasty!

This has nothing to do with interests, nothing to do with the future, even if the end of the road is an endless abyss, as a parent, I will not hesitate to jump for the sake of my children.

"Liu Qingfeng" The emperor's voice suddenly became stern!

I knelt down and knelt straight in front of my father.

I was kneeling, but my waist was straight.

Men can not kneel to heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, but kneel to their parents but not be ashamed!

"I ordered you to leave the imperial city immediately and escape to the rivers and lakes," my father began to decree to me as the emperor, "No matter whether the Qingfeng Dynasty exists in the future, you must not return to the Eastern Continent and come back, let alone take revenge on the four Xiuzhen sects."

"Father," I said, staring up at my father's sharp eyes, "I will not leave, I will not leave you in life or death."

"General Liu" The emperor seemed to expect my reaction, so he gave a soft shout outside the hall!

A man in green clothes in a cloth robe walked into the hall, he seemed to ignore the barrier laid by his father and easily walked in and stood beside the emperor with his hands solemnly!

"Liu Deshui, take my son away" The emperor did not use the title of me, apparently he entrusted me to the person in front of him as a father, "take him to find your relatives and find a safe place to live, you don't have to tell me your whereabouts"

"I will do my best to let His Royal Highness the Prince live" Liu Deshui also did not use the word minister.

At this moment, there is no identity gap, there is only trust and commitment between men!

I wanted to resist, but I was bound by an invisible force and couldn't move, I wanted to shout loudly, and my chest seemed to be blocked and I couldn't make any sound.

I wanted to hold back the tears that came out of my eyes, but I couldn't hold back!