I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"...Something must have happened."

Bai Bai couldn't believe that the painter really threw away all the thoughts of these thirty years so easily.

Can……

The line of sight moved to the ink on the letter paper again, and the dark ink was printed on the white paper, which was extremely dazzling.

[Meeting is fate, so how can we be greedy for constant companionship.Since then, brocade books will not be sent, and there will be no proof for painting buildings with clouds and rain.Don't be entangled, do stupid and stupid things, to make me angry... What you give, whether you throw it or take it, depends entirely on the king's will. 】

Yes, just thirty years, compared with these thousands of years, how insignificant, how stupid, how... ridiculous...

The real dragon clenched his palm tightly, and the three ink scales touched tightly in his palm.

To hesitate is to lose

"..."

Reason recovered from the chaotic thoughts, and gradually regained control over the body.

"Finally woke up, Eleven. How was your sleep?"

this sound...

The painter looked up and saw that his elder brother was sitting on a chair by the window drinking a cup of hot tea by himself.

But the painter did not respond to his elder brother's greetings, but showed a vigilant look.

Every time this guy poses like this, he is thinking about something bad, and this time there is definitely something wrong.

"What do you want to come to me?"

"Why are you so indifferent, we are brothers and sisters with one heart after all."

The elder brother drank the tea, then said lightly:

"My brother is just here to stop the reckless behavior you are about to do."

"..."

The crimson sword pointed straight at the face, looking at the angry painter, but the elder brother was not moved at all.

"What are you talking about?"

There was a trace of puzzlement in the painter's words.

Did this elder brother get slapped on the head by an old thing in his dream, breaking his brain?

The matter between her and Axi is known to everyone among the brothers and sisters, and most of them are supportive, why did this brother come to prevent her from going back today?

"Don't understand?"

Looking at the innocent younger sister, the elder brother couldn't help but sneered.

"That's right. After all, you have never been inside the imperial court, so naturally you can't understand how important Axi's existence is to Dayan."

"so what?"

The painter still had that indifferent look.

What is the relationship between the chaos and stability in the court and whether they are together.

"For the affairs of the court, from the death of the old dragon to the time when Axi came to power, hundreds of years passed, and there were dozens of virtuous emperors and mediocre monarchs. The changes of various parties and factions in the court were like undercurrents in the river, chaotic and endless. sequence."

"Those mortal dragons, in their short lifespan, may use tactics to balance the various factions in the court; or they may control military power and convince people with reason."

"But no matter which dragon, the balance he has achieved is only a few decades. Every time a new king is established, the forces in the court and China have to go through a blood baptism."

"I'm tired of this fleeting balance."

The elder brother stared at his younger sister and confide in her.

"For so many years, those stupid mortals have always been unable to learn from history."

"In such a short period of time, they only cared about fighting for power and profit, enjoying happiness alone, forming cliques for personal gain, framing loyalists, and eating vegetarian meals in their corpses..."

"If this continues, when will the promise made by the old dragon be fulfilled."

"Set up a heart for the world, plead for the lives of the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and bring peace to all generations..."

"With such a great wish and such a great cause, it will take thousands of years for those dull-witted people to wake up from the vortex of fighting for power and profit?"

"I have been in office so far, and I know how deep the poison of power is. It is like a gangrene, and it is an evil that no medicine can purify."

"Even I sometimes imagine how happy it will be when the power falls to the people one day. Let alone those mortals who only have a short lifespan of a few decades."

"Idiots will lose their nature after having tasted the taste of power. Fighting for power and profit is what they want for the rest of their lives. How difficult it is to wake up from it!"

The elder brother let out a breath, trying to calm himself down.

"But now, I see hope."

"A Xi..."

There was a passion in his eyes that the painter had never seen before.

"Equilibrium is short because of the short lifespan of its rulers."

"If a long-lived person comes to his position, this balance will be permanent. Officials hold their posts, clean and clear government, families nourish virtues, and the people do not suffer. When all people are united, the world rises."

"That's why you let Axi go after longevity?"

The painter understands.

Why did this elder brother look so loyal and patriotic when he went to the capital of God to find him?

He had made such a plan a long time ago!

A Xi's life in exchange for a hundred years of peace in the world, his prestige in the country can only be compared with the dragon who founded the country.If Axi does not abdicate, there will be no one in this Great Yan who can threaten his rule.

"really."

The elder brother let out a sad sigh.

"But a hundred secrets are sparse. I never thought that Axi's affection for you is so deep. It is so deep that he can give up the throne and give up that supreme right."

Although it was a feeling of helplessness, the elder brother's face was full of pride.

"Not to mention the longevity that Axi found, it has far exceeded my expectations."

The elder brother thought that Bai Tian could achieve an ordinary hundreds of years of longevity at most, but he never expected that he would actually do such a "shocking" thing as incarnating as the spirit of the land of Dayan.

Such a day not only has a long lifespan, but also has the power to dominate the world.

Isn't this daytime the true dragon that he longs for, who can make Dayan realize his great cause?

but……

The elder brother looked at his younger sister with a bit of shame on his face.

"It's a pity that the matter of love, which seems beautiful, is actually gentle and gentle."

"Since ancient times, how many heroes have been defeated here? There are too many to count."

"If I let you go back and taste the beauty of the gentle village, will Axi still reach the height I expected?"

"I believe him, but I dare not believe it."

"So, you want me to leave him?"

"You know, it's impossible."

The painter's face remained unchanged, and the edge of the sword in his hand advanced an inch.

"That's right. Eleven, if you want to achieve that great cause, you must part ways with him."

"But, I don't think it's impossible."

"As far as I can see, all the impossible things in the world are just not worth the price."

"Ordinary people will sell their sons and daughters for hundreds of dollars, and they will also spend thousands of dollars to find a son. A patriotic person will die for the honor of the country, and will also commit himself to the enemy country with infamy."

"As long as the same price is offered, there is no deal that cannot be done."

The edge of the sword pierced the elder brother's forehead, and it only took the painter to press lightly, and he could be chopped off here.

"Are you really going to turn against me here? Eleven."

Even though the blade is dazzling, the elder brother still does not change his color.

"Here, it's not like that ordinary painting shop."

The elder brother looked sideways, scanning the picture scrolls stacked on various shelves.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if so much hard work was ruined?"

"Do you threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's... a deal."

The elder brother smiled, but his voice was as piercingly cold as wind.

"Strictly speaking, a person who has only known each other for a few years, or the painstaking efforts accumulated over countless years, which is more important... Eleven, if you are not lost in love like him, you can still share You can figure it out."

"Do you have deeper love for him, or deeper shame?"

"Is it the love of the sea and the rocks, or the pure joy for those who are difficult to get close to?"

"It's not true that there are people who have lived for thousands of years but are greedy for children who are only teens."

"..."

The edge of the sword pressed slightly, and a drop of blood dripped from between his brother's forehead and landed on the ground.

The elder brother laughed.

He won.

"Please, Eleven."

The elder brother raised his hand in gesture.

He had already prepared his pen and ink.

"..."

When the pen falls on the paper, its trace trembles.

The bright rainbow-colored pupils lost their light and were as dim as night.

"This thing... is also included, let's return it to him."

The painter took off the blessing knot hanging around his waist and put it on the paper.

From the moment she hesitated, she no longer deserved this gift.

Back to the second year, the best sister!

A touch of red and white came in through the window.She looked at the situation in the house, then stood on tiptoe and walked quietly behind the real dragon who was painting and drawing at the desk.

"Guess who I am?"

The warm palm covered the eyebrows and eyes, and the warm breath rushed into the ears with joy.

"Who is it?"

Zhenlong replied pretending not to know.

"Guess carefully, there will be a reward for guessing right."

The person behind him seduced the real dragon with a voice as light as a feather.

"Hmm...it must be my sister Nian who is both beautiful and intelligent."

"Hey hey, if you praise me like that, my tail will float up happily."

The palm moved away from the real dragon's brows and eyes, and turned to wrap his arms around his neck. The white hair mixed with scarlet fell from his forehead, entangled with the real dragon's wind and cloud hair.

The fairy's cheek was pressed against the real dragon, and his pointed ears touched his pinnae.

"Did you miss me, sweet little white?"

"Well, I have thought about it, very much."

The real dragon responded softly, but it attracted a little dissatisfaction from the immortal.