The Peerless Emperor

Now Lin Qian's Huaxia Empire is different from his previous life. In his previous life, he was playing games, but now he is really running his own power.

Lin Qian was very grateful that the Huaxia Empire from his previous life followed, and Zhuge Ming and the entire Ministry of Heavenly Engineering gave him advice, otherwise he really couldn't manage it.

With Zhugeming and the entire Ministry of Heavenly Engineering, Lin Qian only needs to provide his own ideas, and let the Ministry of Heavenly Engineering consider the specific implementation. After all, he is not particularly good at this aspect.

With academic specialization, Lin Qian deeply knows that he is not omnipotent, so he must learn to employ people.

These things were handed over to the Ministry of Heavenly Engineering, Lin Qian was very relieved, and the people in Mingdian were members of Wei and Qiu, and they were also reusable powers.

In fact, Lin Qian has always been in a state of excitement. The Huaxia Empire nowadays is not a game, but a real existence, without the same limitations as in previous games.

How could a cultivator like Lin Qian miss such an opportunity to show off his skills? He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't develop the Chinese Empire to the best in all aspects.

Moreover, Lin Qian is not essentially a person in this world, so his thinking will naturally be different.

In his previous life, he very much agreed with the words of his ancestors: "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world!"

In fact, Lin Qian's series of actions have significantly improved Lin Qian's national fortune. At least Linhai Prefecture and the beginning of the state have been significantly improved.

The mysterious illusion star under the mark of the sky in the body, the intensity of aura is gradually increasing under the inspection of the Ministry of Heavenly Engineering, exactly the same as Zhuge Ming's original discovery.

The aspirations of the people can indeed enhance the national fortune of the Chinese Empire and will bring about beneficial changes to the Chinese Empire.

And in Lin Qian's view, the people are the most basic existence of the empire, and only if they live better and become stronger, then the Chinese Empire as a whole will improve.

Lin Qian sat down on the soaring Luangjia, slowly closing his eyes, breathing smoothly, as if falling asleep deeply.

"Lin Qian, wake up soon!" Suddenly, a call came from his ear, and Lin Qian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

However, when he got up, he found himself in a cage.

This cage is very simple, it is basically a piece of thick wooden sticks from ordinary trees. The person who wakes Lin Qian is a young man with a hooded face.

Lin Qian looked down and found that his hands were also dirty, he was wearing rags, and his figure was much smaller, he was clearly twelve years old.

"Lin Qian, the Demon Ho is going to fight his teeth again tonight, and I don't know who will be arrested." The unkempt young man looked at Lin Qian, fighting with his teeth.

Lin Qian looked at the young man in front of him blankly, stretched out his hand and grabbed himself, and found it hurt.

"I fell asleep?" Lin Qian frowned and said to himself.

"I, why don't I, you slept and fell asleep?" The young man said, looking at the other people in the cage beside him. "Lin Qian, you have the most ideas, you say what we should do, so that the Demon King will not let us value us."

At this moment, people of different ages are also in other cages, whispering to each other, with fear in their eyes.

Lin Qian looked at this somewhat dim cave and the extremely familiar environment around him, his eyes full of doubt.

"Prisoner Island?"

Thinking of this, Lin Qian was even more puzzled: "Could it be that I didn't leave the prison island at all? Are those experiences just dreams?"

Prisoner Island was the darkest thing Lin Qian experienced in the first place. The Demon King in the mouth of the young man was the prisoner’s island death prisoner who had captured them.

Peel the skins and throw them into the pot, cook them thoroughly, and eat them.

Whenever the Demon King was eating people, he would bring Lin Qian and his spare food to the table, let them watch, and then laughed at their fearful expressions.

boom!

At this moment, Lin Qian saw a white-haired figure rushing in, walking towards them, and freeing them all.

The rescued people cheered for joy, while Lin Qian looked at the white-haired figure in silence for a long time, and suddenly rushed forward to worship him as a teacher.

The white-haired man agreed, and Lin Qian once again worshipped his sect and became the disciple of the former war emperor Wei Wushuang.

Lin Qian followed the white-haired man to practice, and found that he had actually awakened a martial arts spirit. He was an ancestral martial arts spirit. The sword body was black with golden lines imprinted on it.

The ecstatic Lin Qian looked inwardly at his dantian and looked at the quietly floating Ting Ye Jian, but he always felt that two things were missing in his heart.

"There should be a white long sword martial soul missing in the dantian, and a white sky mark." Lin Qian followed Wei Wushuang, frowning, whispering in his mouth, "What is the sky mark, white? Long sword spirit?"

Thinking of this, Lin Qian smiled self-deprecatingly: "How can a person have two spirits? It is absolutely impossible!"

Three years later, at the funeral of Grand Master Vientiane, Lin Qian looked sad and doubted: "Why, I always feel that I have forgotten a lot of things?"

"Lin Qian!" At this moment, a shout came from behind Lin Qian.

Lin Qian turned to look at the person who made the sound, and found that it was his uncle Qin Wushuang, who hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Brother knows that you can break through Nirvana so quickly, and you will definitely be very pleased." Qin Wushuang patted Lin Qian on the shoulder, comforting, "Don't be too sad. Senior brother can receive a disciple like you before his death. There is no regret. Up."

Lin Qian nodded silently, looking at his master's coffin, always thinking that Wei Wushuang should have not died.

A month later, in Bashan City.

Lin Qian tore the marriage contract to pieces in Ye Mansion, waved it away, and looked at Ye Xin, who was looking at him with disdain: "Since you think I'm a trash and don't deserve you, this marriage contract is fine, and I won't force it. But, can you dare to fight me?"

When the words fell, the aura of Nirvana in Lin Qian's body completely exploded, and Ye Xin, who was originally full of arrogance, showed fear and did not dare to fight.

Lin Qian snorted coldly, turned and left Ye Mansion, leaving Ye Xin, who was extremely regretful.

However, after leaving Ye Mansion, Lin Qian felt empty in his heart, always feeling that things shouldn't be like this.

However, the name of Young Emperor Lin Qian resounded throughout Bashan City, making countless people stunned.

One year later, conflict broke out between Vientiane Sect and Shengtian Sect, and the war broke out.

Lin Qian was covered in blood, surrounded by hundreds of Nirvana Realm besieging him, and the other party was relying on the crowds and powers, leaving wounds on his body.

The white robe was completely red with blood, Lin Qian looked at the besieged Shengtianzong crowd, always felt that this should not be the case, he should not be the one with few people.

"There are so many people..." Lin Qian's breath drifted away, and his soul power was almost completely exhausted. Looking at the crowds rushing towards him, his brain exploded like thunder.

"It should be me who really depends on the number of people!"