There are too many legends and deeds of Shennong left in the Qin royal family. Most of them cannot be seen in the history of the country, and can only be passed down by word of mouth among successive emperors.

Now that Qin has destroyed the Six Kingdoms, Qin Si has a lot less worries, and almost told Jiang Ming all the secrets of Shennong that he knew. Shennong, as the former strongest person in this heaven and earth, his realm is the goal pursued by all cultivators. However, he did not leave even a few words of practice, only his daily words were compiled into a book by people close to him and passed on to future generations.

However, there is a little bit of his cultivation method left in the Qin royal family, and it is only passed down among the emperors of previous dynasties. Qin Si had no reservations about Jiang Ming's cultivation. Most of the "Shennong Sutra" secretly passed down among the emperors of the Qin State is a supplemental version in Jiang Ming's view, and most of them are the cultivation experience of the Qin kings in the past dynasties, and there are very few original texts about the "Shennong Sutra". Moreover, the cultivation methods of each realm are completely independent, and the Qin kings of the past dynasties only have the methods of the two realms of "blood wheel" and "Shinto".

"According to what Qin Si said, Shennong seems to have practiced the "Xuanqi Heavenly Book" back then, but he only practiced to the realm of "Shendao" and already realized the inadequacy of the mother scripture, so he opened up his own practice method after the realm of "Divine Valley", and when he came to Qin in his later years, he had already practiced a great realm, but he was secretive about the realm after "Divine Valley" and refused to pass it on. And Qin Si had a bold speculation that maybe Shennong's cultivation method was not suitable for ordinary cultivators, and his inheritance had been waiting for someone destined on this road for thousands of years. Jiang Ming looked at the bronze fragment given to him by Qin Si and fell into deep thought.

This bronze fragment is the size of a palm, and it was the last thing left to Duke Qin before Shennong went north. And made it clear that after the destruction of the six kingdoms, it will be handed over to those who are destined.

If Shennong really has a legacy left, it must have an unpredictable connection with this bronze.

Thinking of the various miracles of Shennong in the legend, Jiang Ming couldn't help but be fascinated. He is recognized as the strongest person in the Yuanling Continent so far, and some people say that even if he wants to take down the ten suns in the sky, he can do it. Until his final disappearance, there are too many mysteries for future generations.

Jiang Ming and the little fat man walked aimlessly all the way, unaware of the passage of time.

Winter goes to spring, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

There is a desolate and open beauty in the morning by the river valley. The vast water surface is set against the backdrop of the morning glow, and thousands of miles of golden waves ripple in the eye, and a round of red sun slowly rises at the junction of water and sky.

The morning breeze carried the slightest coolness of the morning and blew the tender grass on the wasteland low, and a snow-white belly appeared in the middle of the green wild grass.

The little fat man didn't wake up with a hangover and slept in the grass all night. There are no people in the wasteland here, and Jiang Ming finally doesn't have to worry about it all the time, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and was already on the grass with a straw in his mouth, and his heart was empty.

As cultivators of the Shinto realm, they didn't need to sleep originally, but since they had been majoring in Yuanshen since ten months, they always felt sleepy every day, and they slept on the grass for most of the day.

Jiang Ming has been stuck in the early stage of the Divine Dao Realm for more than two years, and he can't hold back a trace of entry even if he grits his teeth every day. The little fat man was even more miserable, his hair fell out faster and faster, so he had to drink more alcohol every day and anesthetize himself every day.

"According to this trend, in two or three years, the black hair will soon fall out, and it will be puberty at that time, how will I live? What do the girls think of me? Let me walk between the warm jade and the warm fragrance?" The little fat man once grabbed his hair and hit the ground, and after a few hits, he found that both hands were full of hair, but he couldn't go back...

is a good big fat boy, the magnificent life has come to an end before it has begun, and the sorrow on his head is getting brighter and brighter day by day.

Xiaolong has been having a good time lately. The three of them are shameless personalities, and they quickly get together. In addition to listening to the scriptures in Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness every day, he was occasionally released to have fun. Naked on the grass, screaming excitedly, happy like a child of thousands of years old.

He had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and Jiang Ming clearly saw the tears in the corners of his eyes that had not dried up from the first day of his seemingly wanton indulgence.

Xiaolong was plotted by his beloved woman, locked up at the bottom of the pool and lonely for thousands of years, and most of his dragon yuan was taken away, and when he reappeared in the sky, he could no longer find the breath of that person in this world. It seems that she has ascended to the sky, high up, as if he has never crossed paths with him in this life.

Jiang Ming knew. Xiaolong must want to ask, "Why?"

He probably didn't want bloody revenge, he just wanted an explanation. He just wanted to see that person again and hear her give him an answer herself.

Xiaolong once transformed into a human form, Jiang Ming saw it, his appearance must have been a warm and quiet teenager back then, the kind of gentleman who was as warm as the sun.

He may be dancing by the river on a summer afternoon, waving his fan and dancing in the wind, and singing poetry against his fellow companions.

But inadvertently, in a blink of an eye, I met a beautiful woman.

The woman came to him and came into his life. In the midst of the coaxing whistles of their general companions, they held hands and walked into the distance.

He took this woman to meet the teacher, and he was immersed in all the beautiful fantasies of love.

But he never imagined that this woman who was the love of his life had become the biggest catastrophe in his life, making him never recover.

This woman is unpredictable and scheming. It seems that he deliberately approached him at the beginning in order to seize his dragon yuan one day and achieve himself. And on the wedding night of the two, she killed him without dying, she could only seal it, leaving him alone at the bottom of the cold and dark pool, and he was trapped for thousands of years. For countless days and nights, he asked himself: Why did he fail her? Why...

The dragon god, who was once admired by the world, turned into a peerless monster in the mouths of all the people overnight.

The woman who deceived him and deceived him into Long Yuan, but turned into a fairy in the dust.

She rode the wind with long sleeves and went to the sky.

He was trapped at the bottom of the pool, and he did not see the light of day.

With Jiang Ming's experience, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of trauma could turn a quiet and shy son of the turbid world who once gathered thousands of lights into such a ruffian as he is now. He laughed and scolded angrily, his personality was flamboyant, he didn't care about his image at all, but he was so timid, every time Jiang Ming cultivated the sealing formation, even if he told him in advance, he couldn't help but hide to the side and tremble.

What made him tremble was not the fear of the seal, but the hatred in his heart...

A dragon, the emperor of a dragon, has become a loach in the mud. The domineering spirit of the former king is gone, and now he looks like a professional bastard from the market.

Jiang Ming looked at the little dragon gliding in the meadow in the distance, his seemingly unruly evil cry, and his mouth full of foul language, sounded so sour.