"I've been out for so long, there are no accidents in the capital, right?" Cao Qingyang stepped onto the stargazing platform of Qin Tianjian, sat down next to the old eunuch, picked up the wine jug and took a sip.

"What can happen? Jian Zheng didn't look at Cao Qingyang, but calmly looked at the stars in the distance, as if he was sorting out the veins between those stars.

"Really? But I always feel uncomfortable. Cao Qingyang stretched out his arms and legs, he always felt that he was not particularly comfortable, but if he wanted to explain what was uncomfortable, he couldn't say.

"Uncomfortable, but do you feel that your cultivation suddenly becomes a kind of restraint instead of your own help?" Jian Zheng laughed and turned his head to look at Cao Qingyang.

Cao Qingyang nodded solemnly, the problem is very big, he is at the peak of the Yisan realm, how can a qi refiner who is about to be promoted have such a sense of sluggishness.

Ordinary people may still get sick, and they will suffer from some ghosts and gods that cause them to feel uncomfortable, but the immortals of the Yisan realm will not, he shouldn't have this feeling.

"This matter, it has to start a long, long time ago, it's very complicated, you have to listen?" Jian Zheng took out a jade wrench from his pocket and looked at Cao Qingyang with a smile.

"Listen, Supervisor. Cao Qingyang lay down loosely, then crossed his hands behind his head and looked up at the starry sky.

"Do you know why Cao Zheng didn't become the King of Wei to do it now?"

"Good guy, I don't even respect Emperor Wu anymore, kill your head!" Cao Qingyang slapped the prison officer casually, but he didn't get it.

"Don't make trouble, I used to call him by his name when he was with me, but I have lived to this day, what about him? Where is he? Nan Yuanshan?" Jian Zheng looked at the stars in the distance, suddenly looked at the palm print in his hand, and then took out a pen and wrote a few words in the air, which were directly recorded on the record of Qin Tianjian.

"He?who knows?I always thought that he was a fake in Nanyuan Mountain, he was more or less an earth immortal at that time, right?How could he still die?" Cao Qingyang said indifferently, not thinking that Cao Zheng was really in the grave, but thinking that he might have achieved fame and fame, and left after giving up the throne to his son.

"What about the Earth Immortals? Even if they are Heavenly Immortals, they are also empty. Jian Zheng sighed and said, "Just because of luck, you can't live forever." ”

"If you have luck, you can't live forever?"

"That's right, if you're just a martial artist in the realm of physical training, or in the realm of transforming qi, it's okay to prolong your life and strengthen your body. But now you have the intention to disperse the realm, and you will have at least 10,000 years of life if you leave it alone, but you will not be able to live for 30 years in 10,000 years. ”

"What's the reason for that?"

"Because of luck, like you, the higher your status, the farther you go on the path of cultivation, the more you will be able to gather luck, and the more and more luck you have, the more it will affect your survival. ”

"But before, I didn't think that luck would affect me much. ”

"Whoever has luck will encounter a big war, after the big war, the more people you kill, the heavier the luck will be, and the luck will still be yours, but this luck will make it difficult for you to use the slightest cultivation. ”

"That is to say......"

"In this war, no matter who kills, it will be counted on your head, you only have two ways, either you give up resistance and let Tang Guo swallow your luck, and the other is a hard battle, after a hard battle, luck will become more and more a burden on you. The higher your cultivation, the more luck you have, the heavier your luck, and the shorter your lifespan. ”

Cao Qingyang lay silent, and after a long time, he spoke: "How long is it?"

"Who knows? Maybe three years, four years? Anyway, you will be suppressed by luck to the same as ordinary people, without any magic, and then it will be about the same. ”

"It's so difficult, why didn't you teach me when you asked me to cultivate?" Cao Qingyang seemed to laugh and cry, and a few tears seemed to fall from the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't think that you would cultivate to this point, if you knew that you would eventually reach the Yisan realm, let alone the Yisan realm, even if it was the realm of refining gods, it wouldn't let you cultivate. ”

"Yes, who knew it would be able to get this far?" Cao Qingyang looked at a certain star, and then looked at it, as if he had slowly seen this star go through time to the brightest moment, and then go to death and destruction, quickly turning into dust.

"Go back, go back and prepare for everything that will happen next, maybe you will be different, perhaps, you will be like Emperor Wu. As the supervisor spoke, the wine glass instantly became empty, and then Cao Qingyang looked around again, and he had already arrived in the palace.

Stretched out his hand and took a closer look, and experienced the operation of the aura in his body, not to mention, the aura was slowly decreasing, all of which indicated that he would eventually become a mortal.

Will you get used to it? I don't know, maybe it will, maybe not, ordinary people think that it is difficult for them to fall from a very high place to the bottom, but Cao Qingyang cares more about not this, but everything in the Southern Wei Dynasty.

I will eventually leave this country behind, leave my favorite sister, and finally come to an end.

"If you are lucky, you will not live forever. Cao Qingyang muttered in his mouth, and suddenly raised a hand, carrying a stream of yellow-purple qi in his hand, like a vast sea under the starlight.

"What if you don't want this luck......?"

......

"Really, I've heard that they have a lot of powerful magic weapons in the Buddha Body Temple. A large man with a long knife wiped the scabbard in his hand, then looked up at a strong man on the other side.

Both of them came from Handan City, the one who held the knife was a ranger, and the other was a well-known butcher in Handan City, because he was fierce, he was also a ruthless person.

"If there is any, you will know everything as soon as you go in and take a look. Where's my knife? Didn't I give it to you?"

Handan City does not allow ordinary people to carry knives in and out of the city gate at will, and the butcher's big knife is still brought out by the rangers, and now the two of them also share their own weapons.

"As soon as I enter, I will first attract the attention of the old Zen master, and then you quickly go and subdue the little Zen master, you are more fierce, and you can scare him more, and then we try not to affect the people around us, lest any of them wake up and make a noise. ”

"Hmm. ”

The butcher's voice was dull and his speech was short, and the two of them quickly walked to the wall, and the ranger gave the butcher a hand, and the butcher quickly climbed over the wall.

Ranger glanced around, clenched the long knife in his hand, and then got up directly and flipped over, quickly landing on the ground to adjust his balance.

"It's here, it doesn't look like there's anything good, and there's nothing jeweled. ”

The butcher began to mumble......