9000 years

"Dream?"

The person sitting by the bed leaned forward slightly, "Yes."

"How could it be? I haven't heard that any kung fu is done in a dream. What's more... Did you think of something before going to bed last night? Why did you suddenly have a dream?"

Xuanli shook his head: "I didn't think about anything, if I knew, it would have been resolved now."

That's right, with Xuanli's single-handedly galloping through the Three Realms, there is nothing he can't solve.

"Or, I'll go back and check the dream axis to see if there is any solution. The change of the star position is not a trivial matter. If I pay more attention, it is not a good sign."

Xuanli raised his head and glanced at him, the change of the star position is naturally not a good thing, all the immortals in the Three Realms who have entered the gods have their own star positions, just like every mortal has their own karma, the only difference is that It's because the luck of mortals is born to be controlled by human body, and the stars of immortals are born from heaven and earth. Everything that happens is in the dark way. Once there is a change, no one can predict the future. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it all depends In reincarnation.

For tens of thousands of years, this is the first time that Xuanli's star position has changed.

It was already night when he fell asleep in a daze, and rubbed his dizzy head, feeling vaguely that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Kun Yuan."

Someone outside the door responded: "My lord, are you awake?"

There was a soft knock on the door, and Xuanli stepped out of the palace gate, it was already Xu time.

"Your Majesty, Thirteenth Heaven Shenshi invites you to discuss matters."

Xuan Li swallowed the tea in his mouth, most of the time when he was behind people, he was indifferent, not moody as the world said, he was calm like a puppet, "So what's the matter?"

Kun Yuan: "It's about the northern border. I heard that the monster clan has been rampant in the northern border recently. They even killed all the heavenly soldiers sent by Tianjun the day before yesterday."

"Oh..." He seemed to sigh, and sighed frivolously, "Got it."

Kun Yuan looked at the appearance of his own emperor who was not surprised at all, but he was surprised instead.

"You, aren't you surprised?"

Xuanli glanced at him with a half-smile, "What's so unexpected about this, I thought I could point at him."

"Huh?" Kun Yuan scratched his head, "Who is His Excellency talking about? Tianjun?"

The cup in his hand bottomed out, and the white jade-like cup was gently placed on the stone table. The person in front of him disappeared in an instant, and only Kong Kong said: "Look at the mansion."

Kun Yuan has practiced for 6000 years. This kind of scene has not been seen thousands of times, and he has seen it hundreds of times. However, every time, he has to reach out his hand to look at it, feeling that his cultivation level is low. When will he catch up with Xuanli with a finger? head!

anxiety!

The thirteenth heaven was full of people's voices, which could be heard from a distance, Xuan Li swayed down from the clouds, before his feet touched the ground, the sound in the hall stopped completely.

Tianjun got up from the throne, and the little Tianbing hurriedly moved Xuanli's Yuetang chair, Xuanli swept across the fairy officials indifferently, then turned around and nodded to Tianjun above, before sitting down.

The hall held its breath for a moment and concentrated, Xuanli casually played with the fan in his hand, waiting for someone to speak.

The face of the visitor was not good, and all the immortals were trembling, so naturally they didn't dare to take the initiative to take the initiative. This job of leading the soldiers still has to be done by the emperor, so sometimes this high-ranking person is not as easy as others think.

Together with the awkward atmosphere, Tianjun was silent for a while, thinking about his words, and finally seized the opportunity to speak in the icy gap between the beams of the house.

"Emperor, in the northern region, demon clans have frequently appeared and appeared recently. The immortal soldiers sent by the heavens were all stabbed by the demon clans a few days ago. We found the token of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace in the northeast."

A black and red signboard floated in front of Xuanli's eyes, he glanced at it in disgust, and let the hideous signboard engraved with the word "Qiong" float at will.

The word "Qiong" is the first character of the taboo name of the great elder of the Monster Race today, and the token engraved with the word "Qiong" is also called Jiling, and together it happens to be the honorable name of the Great Elder of the Wan Yao Palace—— Qiongji, and this token is only honored by the upper third rank cronies of the Wan Yao Palace. As a token of going in and out of the Wan Yao Palace at will, so far, there are no more than a dozen people who have this token.

Xuan Li stared at the token for a few times, and then scanned the token meticulously with his fingertips and a halo. His expression was always calm, but others couldn't help but sweat.

The light disappeared from the fingertips, and the token lying in front of his eyes also shattered, like being crushed into powder, leaving nothing behind.

All the immortals took a breath in unison, and everyone who made a loud voice was taken aback, and hurriedly buried their heads in the shape of snakes and rats.

Xuan Li opened his fan and slapped it twice in front of him, as if to wipe away the scum, he raised his eyelids and glanced at everyone, then turned his gaze to the person on the throne: "Your Majesty, this The token is Qiongji's personal belonging, probably left on purpose in the northern border."

"Intentionally?" The man on the steps finally showed a trace of panic, staring blankly at Xuanli, leaving his personal belongings behind in the enemy's camp, which is tantamount to declaring war.

Xuanli looked calmly at the people on the steps, and a weak and quiet little guy slowly emerged from his memory. At that time, Ren Tianjun was still there. Among the two sons, the other was brave by nature and had a very early age. Following Tianjun's battles in all directions, the one left behind hid in his palace all day long, never stepped into the hall without passing an edict, and tried his best to avoid everyone's attention. Of course, his wish was indeed fulfilled. When Jun died in battle with His Royal Highness, most of the immortal officials did not know that Tian Jun had a son.

Maybe he was not born to hold high positions of power. He has been in power for thousands of years, and his actions are all dependent on the few immortal officials under his seat. Xuanli is the one who sent him to the altar, but sometimes he thinks, Was it right to do that in the first place?

"Perhaps, a war is inevitable."

As soon as the words came out, the quiet hall visibly stirred up with the naked eye. Although Tianjun had no great promise, he had been in the three realms for several thousand years, and the three realms had always been stable. There had never been any major disturbances. , Now a war is going to happen suddenly, which makes the young people who have never even seen a few guns suddenly panic.

"Dijun, can... is there a way to avoid it?"

Xuanli closed the fan, leaned on the armrest, calmly said: "Yes."

Everyone was stunned when he spoke in a peaceful tone, as if everyone had already figured out Xuanli's speaking routine, the more calmly he said something, the more turbulent he was inside.

"What... what?"

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, even though they had already predicted that the ending would not be too good, they still hoped to hear some reliable words from this capricious emperor.

Xuan Li raised his hand and pointed, "Your Majesty will take the initiative to give up this position to Qiong Ji, and the battle will be avoided."

Tianjun was shocked all over, and stared blankly at Xuanli, he touched the armrest of the throne and curled up his fingers, a look of sadness flashed at the end of his eyes, even though for thousands of years, he wanted to escape from this position all the time , escape far away, and be a quiet fairy, but on this day, the window paper was pierced firmly, and those thoughts quickly dissipated. This is the world of the ancestors. Since he sat up How could he give up so easily?

Xuanli has been looking at him quietly all the time, he wants to see if this piece of waste wood is really useless to the point of a handful of ashes, fortunately, it is not, and it can be burned again.

The people on the throne fidgeted a few times, got up and bowed to Xuanli, Xuanli raised his eyes, and bowed in vain: "Your Majesty, you don't need to be too polite, just speak directly if you have something to say."

Tianjun hesitated for a moment, then respectfully said: "Since the war is inevitable, I hope the emperor will make more suggestions."

It was so novel to say these words from Tianjun's mouth. After all, in Xuanli's memory, this person seldom used words such as mentioning points. Most of the time, he would only "OK", "um", "yes "...growth.

"The affairs of the heavens should be the affairs of all the gods in the heavens. Your Majesty can rest assured."

His words were insinuating, and the old gods bowed their heads even more for a moment.

When Xuanli and Yunyi arrived at the northern border, the night was dark, and the immortal soldiers stationed here were carefully patrolling around, Xuanli stopped far away on the cloud and did not move forward.

Xuanli's spiritual consciousness is at its peak, and he is not much different from him during the day and night, but the people around him are not good, the 9000-year catastrophe has not passed, and the spiritual consciousness is only at the level of a child. Standing at the same place with Xuanli, there was complete darkness in front of his eyes, people and trees couldn't be distinguished, and he could only vaguely see the faintly golden bodyguard on Tianbing's body.

The entire northern region was shrouded in a thick night, with a crescent moon hanging above his head, Xuanli's Xuanqing fan flew around the northern region, and fell back into his hand in resentment, Xuanli patted the fan soothingly. He patted the handle of the fan, took out two lavender beads from his bosom, and slowly landed on both sides of the green hill one after the other.

"Soul-destroying pearl?" The person behind him suddenly called out, very abrupt in the quiet night.

Xuanli quietly cast a spell on the Dementor Orb, and only gave a faint "hmm".

The soul-absorbing beads from the underworld capture not dead souls, but living souls. Monster races are cunning by nature and difficult to capture. Binding people with a few immortal soldiers is not much easier than climbing to the 99th heaven. The soul-absorbing beads are stained with jade The aura of the token that Ji deliberately dropped would be sucked into the soul-absorbing bead whenever any monsters approached it.After all, it is much easier to keep a health-preserving soul than to catch people, and most of the time I don't notice the lack of a soul.

Xuanli doesn't like to mention Qiongji very much.Although he called Guangfeng Jiyue by the name of Guangfeng Jiyue, the things he did did not match any of the words in it. He killed his father and mother, abandoned his wife and children, and had rampant cholera. He is eager to try like a baby. He has been in charge of the demon clan for tens of thousands of years, not to mention leveling the entire demon world, and even put his hand into the underworld for a while.

Insatiable lunatic.

Unknowingly, dawn breaks, Xuanli stands on the cloud and looks into the distance, it is the beginning of spring in the world, and everything springs out, deep and shallow green.

There are no four seasons in heaven, only flower orders come and go, and turn around year after year.

"Your Highness, let's go back first. I have nothing to do. Let's take a walk in the lower realm."

Yun Yi was startled, hesitated for a moment and nodded, he is not qualified to go down to the world at will, even if he said it, Xuan Li would not allow him.

Seeing that the person was gone, Xuan Li wobbled down from the cloud and landed on some mountain top. He changed his appearance, holding a fan in his hand, looking like a young master from a rich family.

The mountain is very steep, and there is a small town at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is a treasure land of geomantic omen.

Xuanli originally wanted to walk down the mountain, but the mountain road was rugged and thorny, and it was impossible to walk down the mountain without hitting a dozen rolls and stepping on dozens of traps, so he simply hid his figure and flew all the way into the downtown.

He found a secluded alley, tidied himself up, and slipped into the crowd leisurely.

Immortals and humans are still different, just like the difference between the emperor in the world and ordinary people. After walking a few steps, men and women on the street turned their heads and looked sideways. Most of Xuanli's long hair was loose and tied up with great difficulty. There is also a strand of white hair on the temples, and there is a strange coquettishness in his handsome face, coupled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms on his body, his ears are suddenly noisy.

"Tell me, it can't be the fox fairy on Shanglin Mountain, I heard before that there is a male fox fairy in Shanglin Mountain who is very beautiful and has a scent on his body..."

Xuanli has sharp ears and eyes, so naturally he can hear every word.

"Didn't you read too many story books? Where are the monsters? Maybe they just came from other places and passed by here."

"I don't see it...I always feel like I've seen this person somewhere..."

"Why don't you ask?"

"You go, you go..."

Come and see, Xuanli has long since left, he thought lazily, it seems that he has never been here before, right?

Xuanli Lower Realm was purely a whim. He has seen the vicissitudes of the world for hundreds of thousands of years. Except for the changes of dynasties, the changes of people's clothing, food and lodging, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the seasons change, every year. Not much to watch, he was just stuck in his heart and wanted to find a place to relax.

Walking out of the downtown all the way to the east, the population gradually became less and less. A large river winds and stretches around the town. There are many willow trees with green leaves on both sides of the river. , sticking to the pedestrians passing by.

Xuanli found a stone on the bank and sat down, blocked his senses, picked up a few small stones and threw them into the river.

The river flowed slowly, and when a stone was thrown into it, it was like being thrown into a calm lake, with ripples rippling away from the middle.

A group of people came behind, male, female, old and young. Xuanli turned around to look at them, and saw the old woman walking in the front carrying a bamboo basket with some offerings and spices in it, followed by about children, a group of People hurried across the bridge.

It was only then that Xuanli saw that there was an ancestral hall standing on the corner opposite the river.

"Fengshen Temple?" Xuan Li stared at the old wooden sign and smiled, and looked at the small ancestral hall from a distance. Looking around, he didn't see the meaning of the peak of incense, yes, there could be An ancestral hall is not bad, standing in such a small place, do you still point to it to eat incense?

Xuanli had never eaten incense since he was a child, and he almost cut off contact with the world after he became emperor. After all, he is not as famous as the Taishang Laojun in the world.

It's rare to see someone bowing down, why don't you go and see what wishes these people have made.

Xuanli was too lazy to deal with the gossip in the world, so he simply flew over without hiding his figure.

The ancestral hall is small and dilapidated, and it looks like it has been in disrepair for a long time. The tiles on the roof are scattered and there are holes everywhere. Just as Xuanli was about to watch, he was first attracted by the voice behind him.

"Mother, this phoenix god has never manifested before, and the obeisance is only in vain. Why do you bother?" It was a young woman who spoke, following behind the old woman, with a look of reluctance.

"There are gods standing three feet above your head. What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and follow." The old woman drank, and the woman became even more unhappy. Just as she was about to refute, the old woman who was walking in front spoke again, "How long is the Fengshen Temple standing here?" It's been a hundred years, but it looks broken but it hasn't fallen, if there is no god to protect it, the rain beats the wind, it's worth so many years, don't talk about it."

"Oh?" Xuanli frowned slightly, "Hundreds of years? Just look at it and it can collapse with just one finger."

The old woman led a few children into the front of the hall. Weeds grew on the ground, and the only futon was covered with dust. The old woman took out a handkerchief in her sleeve and wiped the altar clean first, and wiped off the floating ash on the incense burner, respectfully. Light the incense respectfully, and then kneel on the futon. The people behind have nothing to kneel on, so they have to kneel on the hard bluestone.

The statue was built tall, Xuanli stood outside the door, through the small door, only the body below the chest can be seen, he is a strong male, Xuanli is quite relieved, at least he got his gender right.

The old woman's wish fell into Xuanli's ears verbatim. For some reason, he felt that he was out of breath, and there seemed to be a vague voice in his heart telling him - don't go in.

Dazed to see, the old woman has come out of the hall, holding a bunch of weeds in her hand, it is the grass that just grew in front of the hall, the three-foot god, has always been most willing to fulfill those pious wishes, he pointed his finger, then The old woman's wish was methodically covered with a layer of golden light, following her will, it fell into the eyebrows of one of the men.

It turned out that he was seeking fame for his son!

The Xuanqing fan in his hand disappeared at some point, and Xuanli had both hands empty, not understanding why he felt guilty when he came to his own temple.

The moment he stepped over the threshold and raised his head suddenly, the sunlight that was originally blocking behind him suddenly deviated by an inch, and the mottled light spots sprinkled on the stone statue and imprinted on the eyebrows and eyes of the man, making Xuanli feel for a moment that he seemed to be in the look in the mirror.

When the eyes met, the person standing on the high place seemed to be alive, and there was a warmth.

"How can it be so similar? Who carved it?" Xuanli burst into a huge panic for no reason, and almost didn't dare to go forward.

The burning incense on the censer suddenly went out, and the slender spices were cut off in the middle, and they all fell on the shore platform.

He raised his finger, and the moment the golden light touched the stone statue, the statue of the phoenix god that had stood for thousands of years, together with this dilapidated ancestral hall that should have been collapsed, collapsed with a bang.