I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Looking at the slightly smug expression in front of him, Song Yan felt a burst of anger rushing straight to his forehead, and his eyes were almost red.

The old man with a white beard stroked his beard and said, "You don't need to be moved, this is what we cultivators should do."

Song Yan's breathing was also a little short. At this moment, in his heart, the old man had already been sentenced to death. No matter what kind of god it was, it could be cut in half, or Ling Chi, or cracked. In short, the most abhorrent punishment in the world was imposed by Song Yan. I played it out in my heart.

If he hadn't lived in the emperor's house since he was a child, he wouldn't be overjoyed, and he wouldn't be rude in front of others. He felt that none of the tortures could compare to rushing over to bite his neck and listening to him screaming.

Song Yan stopped his bloody thoughts, and the reddish eye sockets gradually returned to normal. He thought that the person in front of him was a god, and since he prevented the group of assassins from assassinating him, he had to trade for it.

Song Yan didn't ask directly, but only tried step by step: "I think what you are doing is just some tricks, I don't believe you are a god."

The old man with the white beard was anxious: "You young man, why can't you make sense! I'm really a fairy."

While talking, the white-bearded old man also performed an in-situ ascension.

When he landed in front of Song Yan again, he was very proud: "You must believe this time."

Song Yan stroked his chin: "Well, since they are gods, don't they all have spells to spy on the fate of mortals?"

The white-bearded old man nodded, a little proud: "That's natural, no, I came down to earth this time to transform people into immortals, young man, why don't you become an immortal with me?"

Song Yan stared straight at him, feeling a little suspicious in his heart, isn't this old man bragging?So Song Yan continued to ask:

"That fairy, calculate when I will die, I don't ask how I died, just tell me how long I can live."

The white-bearded old man stared at Song Yan for a long while, feeling that the young man was testing him, he couldn't help but pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and said, "Report your birthday."

Song Yan coughed lightly, and reported his birthday to the old man with white beard.

The old man pinched his fingers, opened his eyes and looked at Song Yan in surprise, somewhat disbelieving: "Are you sure this is your birth date?"

Song Yan nodded: "That's right, it's my birth date, what's the matter?"

The old man with the white beard trembled slightly, and calculated his birth date again. This horoscope is the fate of a natural emperor. Could it be that the young man in front of him is the emperor of the world?

The old man with white beard swallowed his saliva: "The old man asked you, were you born in the palace, and now you have ruled the world."

Song Yan covered her lips and coughed lightly, nodded: "That's right, it's Zhen."

The old man with the white beard gasped, he felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, he didn't seem to be supposed to tell fortunes for emperors in the world, he would be punished by heaven.

Song Yan smiled and asked him: "God, then tell me, when will I die? When will I not be the emperor?"

However, as soon as Song Yan finished speaking, he heard the old man hugging his stomach, bent down and said to Song Yan:

"Stomach hurts, oops, my stomach hurts, wait a minute, I'll go and make it easier."

Song Yan froze for a moment, before reaching out to grab him, the old man waved his sleeves and disappeared without a trace.

Song Yan looked at the direction of the wind, the leaves shook, and all the leaves that had stopped in midair fell to the ground at this moment, even Ji Zhao, who was originally stationary, almost fell down, and quickly held the carriage by his hand, worrying that Song Yan would be pushed forward. Guard behind.

However, the group of men in black who were supposed to rush over disappeared without a trace. Ji Zhao quickly turned around and looked at Song Yan:

"Your Majesty, are you alright, those men in black have disappeared."

Song Yan just stared blankly at the direction where the old man was leaving, and slowly turned his head to look at Ji Zhao: "I -- I saw a god."

Ji Zhao couldn't believe it: "Immortal?"

Song Yan still couldn't react, as if the old man hadn't told him when he would die yet.

Song Yan hurriedly chased after the old man's leaving back, leaving only Ji Zhao in a daze, and then followed closely to protect Song Yan's safety.

On the way to Wencheng Mansion, Song Yan was very unhappy, his face was gloomy, Qi Ruotang and Yu Boyan didn't dare to show a temper, Chang Lu just lowered his head and didn't dare to speak at all, Ji Zhao rode in the front on horseback.

It was clear that he was guarding Song Yan all morning, but he just didn't know what happened at that time.

Ji Zhao decided that part of his memory seemed to be taken away. He really wanted to explain Song Yan, but he didn't know where to start.

The distance to Wencheng Mansion is getting closer and closer, and there are also simple and clean inns in the small town close to Wencheng Mansion, but this time Song Yan does not want their protection, and sleeps alone in the guest room.

The four people in this corridor bowed their heads with arms folded, their expressions dignified.

Qi Ruotang looked sideways at Ji Zhao: "Mingyue, weren't you with His Majesty before, why is His Majesty suddenly angry?"

Yu Boyan: "That's right, Mingyue, what's going on."

Chang Lu: "Your Majesty has never been so angry. It's my fault. I should stay by Your Majesty's side."

Ji Zhao leaned against the wall, carefully recalling Song Yan's previous performance, and looked up at the few people in front of him in surprise:

"Your Majesty said that he saw the immortal and chased after him, but His Majesty was angry when he didn't catch up."

Qi Ruotang's eyes widened: "Immortal?"

Yu Boyan: "What, there are gods?"

Chang Lu said with a serious face, "Your Majesty said yes."

Ji Mingyue shook her head: "I didn't see it, I just remembered that a group of men in black were going to assassinate His Majesty, but when I regained my composure, those men in black were gone, and I couldn't understand for a moment that I was dreaming, Or something else, I always feel like I’m forgetting something.”

The other three looked directly at Ji Zhao, lost in thought.

But everyone is thinking about one thing.

Are there really gods in this world?

But they didn't dare to ask Song Yan if it was true, so they didn't know anything if it was true, and they didn't dare to ask.

Summer storms come and go quickly, and when the rain stops, heat rises from the ground, and the heat waves in the air make the surroundings even hotter. Song Yan is sitting at a street tea stand in Wencheng Prefecture, holding Shaking a folding fan and drinking warm tea.

The person hiding from the rain next to him asked for tea, and now he sat behind Song Yan and started talking about interesting things in the city.

"Have you heard? Someone in our city was promoted to immortality last night?"

"Bragging, there are no gods in this world."

"Really, many people saw it. When a purple thunder struck, a person went to heaven."

"I saw it too. It was hot at that time, and I was enjoying the cool outside, so I saw it too."

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Listening to the chattering discussions of the people behind them, those Qi Ruotang and Yu Boyan who doubted whether there were any gods in this world at first listened carefully.

However, Song Yan was extremely angry in his heart, that old man with white beard was a liar, and he said he would tell him when he would die, but in the end he pissed off!

But he told the truth, he did come to ferry people to become immortals, presumably the person who came to ferry was this person who was promoted to immortals from Wencheng Mansion.

After waiting for the rain to stop, Song Yan left the tea stall and got into the carriage.

Chang Lu was careful: "My lord, shall we go to Prince Wencheng's mansion right now?"

Song Yan nodded in response, got into the carriage and put down the curtain.

But Yu Boyan took a step ahead and took Song Yan's token to report to the palace, so when Song Yan arrived at the gate of the palace, King Wencheng, the son, stood in front of the gate with his family members, respectful He bowed deeply to the carriage where Song Yan was sitting.

Song Yan looked at the person who greeted him, who was about the same age as himself, and not like his cousin, King Wencheng, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"Isn't this the son of Prince Wencheng?" Song Yan stepped forward to help the young man, and asked with some doubts.

The prince bowed again to Song Yan and said, "Your Majesty, my father...my father..."

Song Yan was a little stunned, and hurriedly said: "Could it be that uncle is sick? No problem, I will go and see him, and the son will lead the way."

The prince was stunned for a moment, thinking that it would be impolite to stand and talk while he was still outside the gate of the palace, so he welcomed Song Yan into the palace first.

Even though the news of Song Yan's arrival came in a hurry, all the welcoming ceremonies in this mansion were decent, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Song Yan sat down in the main hall, and the maid immediately served good tea. Song Yan drank a lot of water, and now he couldn't drink tea at all. He was only worried about King Wencheng who had never left the palace to greet him.

However, before Song Yan asked about King Wencheng's situation, the son of King Wencheng asked first:

"I've heard news from the capital that His Majesty is making a private visit in Weifu, but I didn't know that I would come to Wencheng's mansion. I'm really flattered."

Thinking that he had conspired with King Gaochang, King Qinghe and King Gaoyi before, he felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan said with a smile: "I am the king of a country. Only private visits in micro-services can know the life of the people in Li. Is everything in the prefectures and counties under the Wencheng Mansion okay?"

This son became more and more guilty when he was asked, and hurriedly said: "Everything is fine, the government is clear, there are no unjust, false or wrong cases, and the people's lives are rich, and they never dare to think of treason."

After Shizi blurted out, he sighed in his heart.

It’s over.

However, Song Yan didn't grasp some of the meaning in his words, just smiled and said: "Well, with the royal family sitting in the state capital, those officials dare not mess around. It is really uncle who governs well. Speaking of which, uncle is Are you sick? Take me to see my uncle."

The eldest son hurriedly stopped the emperor, looking a bit embarrassed: "Your Majesty, my father is not sick."

Song Yan was stunned, and couldn't help guessing: "Then why are you not in the mansion? Could it be that you have learned from King Gaoyi and traveled all over the world? I came to Wencheng Mansion from a long distance, just to see my uncle, you can't lie I."

The prince looked at Song Yan for a long time, hesitant to say something several times, wanted to say it, but didn't know how to say it, always felt very absurd.

Song Yan couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with my cousin? What happened to my uncle?"

The prince looked around, thinking that there were no outsiders in the hall, but he still leaned closer to Song Yan, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, my father—he, has been promoted to immortality."

Song Yan: "?????"

Seeing Song Yan's unbelievable appearance, Shizi simply lifted his clothes and knelt down in front of him, bowing his head and saying:

"Your Majesty, everything I said is true, and my father has really ascended to immortality."

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Song Yan: Say it again! ! !What happened to my uncle! ! !