Xuan Miao convinced the fake Emperor Ming.

Mo Yin decided to become Emperor Ming seriously.

Before the Master gives new instructions, he is the real Emperor Ming!

What is the real Emperor Ming? That is for Ming Dynasty!

As long as he wins this battle and destroys the Qing Dynasty, even if Jiang Yao comes back, he is sure to continue to hold the throne.

At that time, what is false will become true, and what is true will become false.

He has not yet cultivated to the point of ignoring the throne.

Who doesn’t want to sit on the emperor’s throne?

Senior sister is right. Since there is no clear instruction from the master, why not enjoy the power of the emperor?

Why should we voluntarily give up power and do nothing?

This change in the false emperor was something that Qin Yu, Ouyang Feng and others did not expect.

"Pass my decree and march south tomorrow!" Emperor Ming ordered, "This time we will not only defeat the Qing army, but I will also... destroy the Qing!"

After giving the order, the Ming army became even more motivated.

Destroy the Qing!

The difference between resisting the Qing Dynasty and destroying the Qing Dynasty changed from passive to active, which immediately inspired the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty.

A scholar wrote a poem:

"The puppet has tens of thousands of soldiers, but he dares to clamor to fight against the Holy Lord. Today, the king's master calmly went down to Longshan and entered the Qing capital."

However, hundreds of millions of people of the Ming Dynasty never imagined that the Holy Lord of the Ming Dynasty who led the army south to destroy the Qing Dynasty was actually a fake!

………

Lotus Lantern World, Yuanye City.

Not to mention the high-spirited imperial conquest of the fake Ming Emperor Mo Yin, only that the true Ming Emperor Jiang Yao was on his deathbed.

Outside the temple and the lay people's courtyard, a huge crowd of people came. There were also many people who rushed to Yuanye City and the lay people's courtyard.

It is said that Mr. Longcheng, the only bright saint who has lit nine lamps since ancient times, will travel westward on a crane and return to the nine heavens.

Outside the Jushiyuan, in Yuanye City, and in more places in Baolian Kingdom, countless people are feeling sad.

The whole country mourns!

In the Jiuyin Residence in the layman's courtyard, ginger medicine noodles were lying on the couch like gold paper. His hair was gray, his breath was dying, and he was unconscious.

Li Xixia, Cui Wei and other Eight Immortals sat nearby, all looking sad and silent.

Over the years I have been with Jiang Yao, everyone has supported each other and helped each other through thick and thin, and we have developed a deep friendship for a long time.

In this special mortal world, Jiang Yao has actually become their backbone. It is Jiang Yao that allows them to live like human beings here, regain respect, and regain indifference.

Because of ginger medicine, they experienced the mortal world in a real and down-to-earth way.

Only with their aloof and immortal hearts can they smoothly integrate into the world of fireworks and have the courage to truly live in this world.

They are not Xu Jianxian, but because of Jiang Yao, they have the belief that Xu Jianxian only has.

Jiang Yao is worthy of being a person who served as an Immortal Emperor for two lives in his previous life.

Even if they are immortals, there is no reason to disrespect Jiang Yao at this time.

But now, Jiang Yao is about to die.

This person who allowed them to regain their faith and courage in the mortal world, and to find themselves and their value again, is about to die.

Li Xixia looked at the lifeless Jiang Yao and couldn't help but think of the passionate and cunning young man when they first met.

He ran to the place where he pretended to be dead and slept and robbed the tomb. When he saw himself waking up, he was so scared that he was out of his mind.

Every time I see myself, I feel like a mouse meets a cat, cautious and walking on thin ice.

All in all, it has been forty years.

At this moment, it was difficult for her to connect the young man from forty years ago with the dying old man in front of her.

Even in her immortal state of mind, she felt like this was a dream.

Cui Wei looked even more sad.

He knew that after Jiang Yao's death, his sister would never see him again in this life.

As for the afterlife, who knows whether they will be reincarnated at the same time in the next life? The possibility is too small.

Xiao Hei was lying on the bedside of Jiang Yao, lying there quietly, already skinny and skinny.

The dog's hair, which was once as smooth and smooth as satin, has become as dry and yellow as straw.

It has been on hunger strike for many days.

The past of more than fifty years ago, when the owner, who was still a mortal at the time, took him to chase rabbits and catch pheasants, is still so clear.

In that small farmyard, it grew up with its owner.

Mu Qingxue, who was already eleven years old, had red and swollen eyes, and her innocent little face was full of tears. Her little hand grabbed Jiang Yao's old hand with sagging skin, and she choked in a hoarse voice:

"Cousin, why aren't you awake yet...Cousin..."

In the past five years, it was her cousin who made her no longer lonely. It was his cousin who gave her the love she wanted but didn't have before.

My cousin is like my father and my mother.

But now, my cousin is dying.

From now on she will be alone again.

"Qingxue, don't be sad. And I..." Lu Qinghuan touched Qingxue's head and said.

Mu Qingxue shook her head, "No, I want my cousin..."

Ye Tianhen, the old master of medicine, touched Jiang Yao's hand with a sad expression and a desolate tone: "It's tonight, let's prepare for the funeral."

The great regent on the side sighed: "Send the order to prepare for the state funeral ceremony..."

"No!" Mu Qingxue suddenly shouted emotionally, "My cousin will not die! He will not die! He will definitely wake up... Wuwu..."

Ye Tianhen sighed: "The longevity is exhausted, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, the manpower is hard to save, what can I do!"

Everyone was silent and looked stunned.

In fact, all the arrangements for the state funeral have been prepared, and we are just waiting for the last moment to mourn.

Outside the Jushi Courtyard, a maid was already standing holding mourning clothes, ready to put Mu Qingxue into mourning clothes at any time.

On the Bell and Drum Towers in the city, drummers and drummers are also waiting for the time to beat the drums and ring the bells.

The messengers who reported the funeral to various places were also ready with plain clothes and fast horses.

The sun sets and night falls. Everyone's hearts seem to be shrouded in deep dusk.

However, what everyone didn't know was that although the old man Jiang Yao was lying on the couch, although he seemed unconscious, his consciousness did not sink into darkness.

Jiang Yao couldn't move her body or open her eyes, and her whole body and mind seemed to be weighed down by a huge mountain.

He could vaguely hear Mu Qingxue's crying and the voices around her.

He felt like he was flying, overlooking the earth in the air for the first time in a long time. He flew over thousands of rivers and mountains, and seemed to have traveled through endless time and space.

He saw a beautiful figure at the end of the world. Her eyes were like twinkling stars, looking at him through countless storms and clouds.

Er? Yier?

Her appearance seems to be etched deep in my memory, unforgettable for the rest of my life.

She stretched out her hand and called him. He couldn't hear her words, but could only remember her voice and smile.

He saw another woman holding a cute baby, murmuring with a warm smile.

This woman is so beautiful, so familiar, and so gentle.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" He stretched out his hand and touched the woman's face, but he couldn't reach it.

He saw another elegant middle-aged man standing in the mist, silently looking at him and the woman holding the baby with complicated eyes.

This man is equally familiar.

He also saw a man as young as himself, standing in front of an ancient tomb, smiling and saying: "Brother, do you want to exit first?"

Everything in front of him disappeared again, and he didn't know how long it took. It seemed that after wandering in the void for countless years, he came to an extremely ancient and vast world full of prehistoric atmosphere.

He found himself wearing white clothes, holding a grass blade, fighting in the air with four people also wearing white clothes, and nine people in black clothes.

This battle seemed to turn the world into a world of chaos again, as terrifying as the destruction of the world. The power of the attack had already surpassed the realm of earthly immortals.

He is the leader of the five men in white, and there are two men and two women. One man controls a Lipan, and the other man controls a medicine cauldron.

Two women in white clothes are both extremely beautiful. One controls the flint and the other controls the weaving shuttle.

The leader of the nine men in black is a woman who controls a round of Tai Chi chaotic patterns.
To be continued...