Bai Yujing

In the 1th year after the establishment of Baiyujing and the founding of the Protoss, His Highness the Third Highness completed the restoration of Baiyujing and ascended the throne as the second emperor of the Three Realms.

The brand-new Baiyujing was built from the ruins. All the houses and palaces are made of ordinary bricks and tiles, and there are no longer bright night pearls in the sky above the heavens. Just like the world, there are both day and night. The fairy music that has been played for 1 years has finally stopped, and there is no more geisha in heaven.

Roughly speaking, the newly built Tiangong is no different from the human world, just like the reflection of a mirage.

In the same year, Lin Yan changed the name of Baiyujing to Huminyuan.

From then on, the Three Realms and Kyushu no longer have the powerful gods and Baiyu Tiandu who threaten the common people in the world, but only the Humin Garden that protects the common people.

The graceful, luxurious and extravagant residence of immortals, Bai Yujing, has finally been completely reduced to the past, and has become an important stroke in the hands of historians.

——Contrary to the past that Baiyujing never remembered history in the past, in the same year when Lin Yan took office, countless historians were appointed, and it was decreed that all immortals, regardless of their spiritual power, should be recorded if their actions affect the country. On the annals of history, the annals of history, like the annals of the past, cannot be changed or destroyed.

And in the very center of the Guardian Garden, there is a dark purple transparent barrier, within the spot of light flowing like water, there is a seemingly simple but sharp wooden sword.

This sword used to be the personal sword of His Majesty the new Emperor of Heaven, but now it has been decreed to be renamed the Sword of Slaying the King, and it is in the hands of the general Qing Yujun. Kill Your Majesty.

Lin Yan had cast spells on that sword, and if Lord Qingmi pointed the tip of the sword at his heart, he would lose all the spiritual power to resist and would have to be slaughtered.

He put his life and trust in Shi Tianqing's hands.

In the remote area of ​​the Huminyuan, Mr. Bisang rebuilt a courtyard with four seasons of scenery. On the day the building was completed, he invited everyone to go to enjoy the scenery and drink tea together.

In the old rumors, the frightening Mozun had shed his disguise as the old man of Kuchimu, and Lin Yan saw the real face of his biological father for the first time.

There is a bit of gentleness and calmness in the eyes, but the brows are sharp. Just looking at it, one can imagine the appearance of Bai Yujing planning and planning thousands of years ago.

It's just that now, his face no longer has the ambitions of the past, but more fatigue and relief.

After the death of the previous Heavenly Emperor, all the immortals in Baiyujing were worried that if Bisang and His Highness the Third Highness had a dispute over the throne, the Three Realms would inevitably suffer another catastrophe, fearing that their lives would be wiped out.

However, Bisang led the demons to surrender to Lin Yan almost without any hesitation, and elected him, a son who had never had time to look at him since he was born, to be the emperor of heaven.

Mr. Bisang has never longed for power. What he wants is not a response from everyone, but the people of Li to live and work in peace and contentment.

He recruited Wenhan, recruited Liu Ren, one by one, but he still had a little hope in his heart, hoping that the cannibalism of heaven would die one day.

And he believed that the Third Highness would do all of the same when he ascended the throne.

He is already old, and the current Bai Yujing... no, it is the Humin Garden, it should be the world of young immortals.

He smiled and watched countless immortal officials come to his courtyard. They were either talking about how to better maintain the peace of the Three Realms, or how to make the life of the human race, monster race and ghost dwellers a better life. Young and fresh faces Vigorous, full of expectations and ambitions for the future.

Yes, this is what the gods should do.

Suddenly a blue figure appeared in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

The turquoise clothes set off the person in front of him like jade, Lin Yan held up the teacup and offered it to Bisang, and said with a gentle smile, "I'm here today to congratulate Mr. Bisang on his housewarming."

"Your Majesty..." Bisang Jun looked at Lin Yan, the hand that took the cup trembled a little, and there were slight water marks in the tea cup.

Lin Yan pursed his lips, "You don't need to call Your Majesty," he called Bisang, "Father."

Bisang's heart trembled.

When Bai Yujing was bloody and stormy back then, Bimu was born only twenty days ago. He lost his beloved wife and watched helplessly as his son became the son of an enemy. The so-called demons are like rats crossing the street.

But now, after thoroughly investigating what the demons did, Lin Yan finally cleared up the hat they had been put on for so many years for the demons, and returned their innocence.

For so many years, he only wanted Lin Yan to be well. He never thought that there would be such a day when Lin Yan would be willing to call him father.

The trembling teacup in Mr. Bisang's hand finally fell to the ground because of the word "father" and shattered into ashes.

Lin Yan snapped his fingers quickly, and the silky vines swept away the fragments. He raised his eyes and looked at Bisang, leaving enough time for the other party to react, and then said: "I came today because I have something to say. with father."

"you say……"

Lin Yan pursed his lips, "It is a common law in the world that marriage is always the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. Although the Guardian Court does not have such a rule, but my son has a happy event, I still want to tell you."

He raised his hand, and Shi Tianqing walked to him from behind the curtain.

"I'm going to marry Mr. Qingai," he handed the wedding invitation to Mr. Bisang, "I hope my father will definitely come when he arrives."

Bisang was holding the red and gold-plated wedding invitation, with a dazed and complicated look in his eyes, and after a while, he folded their hands together, "Although Yao Jing is gone, I think, seeing that you are all well now, Supporting each other, she should be happy too."

Hearing Bisang Ti Yao Jing, Shi Tianqing couldn't help but say: "Brother-in-law..."

"Don't call me brother-in-law anymore, Yao Jing is gone, and you are not her real brother, now that you are lovers, there is no need to mention the relationship between nephew and uncle." Bisang interrupted Qing Ai, "I will call you in the future. Father-in-law, father, whatever you like."

Shi Tianqing paused, and then said, "Okay, Father."

When the two answered, the sound of fireworks suddenly came from outside the door, a burst of hurried footsteps approached, and the silver saddle rushed in, with a beaming smile on his face, "Your Majesty, the world is celebrating the New Year. There are a lot of firecrackers. Ask Brother Han to find them." We bought a water mirror, we are all watching them celebrate the New Year in the yard, you guys come too!"

Lin Yan and Shi Tianqing looked at each other, and walked out together with Bisang, the scene of the world was reflected in the huge water mirror.

The war is over, and these people who have worked hard for a year are celebrating the arrival of the new year with joy and encouragement. The fiery firecrackers are crackling, and the children with horns are covering their ears, and their big eyes are full of curiosity.

The daughter in the boudoir is painting and painting gold for new clothes, counting the number of copper coins in this year's red seal, and the scholars who are going to Beijing for the exam after the new year are sitting together in twos, eloquently, and they are gorgeous and neat. Couplets, under the rare peace and prosperity, the generals in the barracks can finally take a short rest for a few hours and drink two mouthfuls of warm shochu.

Everyone was pushing glasses and changing glasses amid laughter, and the 90-year-old lady sat at the head, looking kindly at the children whose lips were shiny from eating meat.

After the children finished eating the meat, they came to beg to hear her tell stories. When the old lady squinted her eyes, with a look of reminiscence, she slowly talked about the wars, famines, steel knives and life and death in the past. The children's eyes were straightened, and they kept asking her whether she was true or not, dumbfounded.

Children in the Taiping years, who did not see those sufferings, naturally felt fresh.

The old lady smiled and looked at the children and grandchildren in the room.

That's great, if possible, she hopes that her children and grandchildren will no longer have to personally feel what war and famine are.

"Next year...will be a year of peace."

She looked at the snow falling outside the window, and her simple vision passed through the water mirror to the ears of all the gods in front of the water mirror in the Huminyuan.

And His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven and General Qing Ai clasped their hands under the cover of their large sleeves, interlocking their fingers, and they answered her wish together:

Not only next year, but many, many years to come will be years of peace.

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