In Dongjia Village, the sun sets in the west, and there is a gorgeous sunset hanging on the horizon. The breeze blows gently, bringing with it a bit of gentleness and comfort.
Dong Yong carried a hoe on his shoulder and led a docile old ox behind him. With his face filled with satisfaction and joy, he embarked on the warm path home.
On the road of life, never give up easily, because every day in the future contains unknown hopes and miracles.
This realization stems from his unbearable past a few months ago. At that time, the family was impoverished and the heavy tax burden was like a huge boulder. In the end, even his father passed away due to overwork, and even a thin coffin could not rest in peace.
The land is unable to raise funds.
Faced with despair, Dong Yong resolutely decided that even if he sacrificed his life's freedom, he would still be filial to his father, so he swore an oath to sell himself into slavery outside the city gate in order to exchange for a dignified burial for his father.
However, the twists of fate are often beyond imagination. Just when he was almost swallowed by despair, a woman named Xiaoqi quietly walked into his world like dew from heaven.
When they met for the first time, it seemed as if it was a clever arrangement of fate. The two of them inadvertently made a lifelong commitment.
What's even more amazing is that Xiaoqi is not only kind-hearted, but also has a pair of skillful hands and is good at weaving brocade. Her skills are amazing.
In a short period of time, she was able to weave valuable brocade, which not only solved the family's urgent needs, but also allowed Dong Yong to avoid the fate of slavery and regain his freedom.
Today, the Dong family's life is no longer what it used to be. My father's posthumous affairs have been properly arranged, and the family's finances are becoming increasingly prosperous. New houses have been built, cattle and fields have been added one after another, and the family is prosperous.
What is even more gratifying is that Xiao Qi has given birth to a new life in her belly, bringing endless hope and joy to the family.
Walking to the familiar and warm threshold of his home, Dong Yong's pace involuntarily accelerated a bit, his heart filled with thoughts and expectations for his wife Xiaoqi.
When he thought of her flower-like face and her skin so fair that it seemed like light could shine through, his heart beat wildly involuntarily. But then, the doctor's instructions rang in his ears again, reminding him of how special Xiao Qi was at this moment.
Situation - Pregnancy, you need to be extra careful and don't overwork yourself.
"Xiaoqi, I'm back!"
He shouted loudly with joy, opened the door, and unexpectedly found that in addition to the wife he had longed for, there was also an imposing man wearing silver armor standing in the room.
The man stood tall and straight, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body exuded a majesty that could not be underestimated.
"Who are you?" Dong Yong's face turned livid instantly, and his voice was full of alertness and anger. He couldn't believe that such an uninvited guest would appear in his home.
Yang Jian just glanced at him lightly without saying a word, but his eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, which was elusive.
"Cousin, all this has nothing to do with him. I took the initiative to get close to him. All responsibilities should be borne by me. If you want to blame, please blame me." Although her voice was soft, her words were sonorous.
After Dong Yong heard this, a warm current surged in his heart at first, and he was grateful to Xiao Qi for protecting him; but then, a feeling of uneasiness quietly crept into his heart.
From Xiao Qi's dress and conversation, he had a vague sense that she had an extraordinary background. With such a family background, how could he easily accept an ordinary farmer like himself as his son-in-law?
Yang Jian's eyes wandered between the two of them, and finally landed on the seventh princess's slightly bulging abdomen. He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Before meeting Le Ye, my future was miserable for my whole family. At that time, my seventh and eighth cousins worked hard for me and others. Although it was of no use, it was still considered a heartfelt gesture.
After a moment of silence, Yang Jian finally spoke: "Cousin, I will give you two choices.
First, you follow me back to heaven, confine yourself for a few days as you like, and let bygones be bygones. As for your child, when he is born, I will personally remove his immortal roots and send him to earth, so that he can spend his life with Dong Yong and enjoy the happiness of the world.
and wealth."
He paused and his tone became more serious: "Secondly, if you insist on staying with Dong Yong, the rules on that day are strict, and as a law enforcer, I have to do business in a business-like manner.
Your mana, priesthood, and immortal bones will all be deprived of you, and you will be completely reduced to a mortal, re-entering reincarnation, experiencing life, old age, illness, and death, love, hate, and perhaps living in a sea of suffering for the rest of your life."
Dong Yong was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly realized that he had actually married a fairy. But Xiao Qi, faced with this sudden choice, did not hesitate at all: "I choose the second one!"
When Yang Jian heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Without your magic power, you will face all the sufferings of mortals, life and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Are you sure you can bear this weight?"
Xiao Qi's eyes were gentle but firm. She looked at Dong Yong, her eyes full of expectations and courage for the future.
"I am not afraid because love can transcend all boundaries.
Cousin, haven’t you realized? The reason why the law of heaven is questioned is precisely because it deprives immortals and gods of the right to experience human emotions. If immortals and gods are ruthless and loveless, how can they truly understand mortals and protect the common people?
Look at this world, where hundreds of millions of creatures are struggling in a sea of suffering. How many of those lofty immortals and gods are willing to lean down and give them even a trace of care and warmth?
I am willing to give up everything just to stay with Dong Yong, because I believe that love can change everything, including those seemingly unshakable rules of heaven."
Yang Jian shook his head slightly and looked up into the distance. His thoughts seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, witnessing the magnificent scene of the sea turning into mulberry fields and the sea drying up and the rocks rotting.
In the long river of history, countless mortals have emerged and disappeared like a tide, and the cycle of life and death is endless. In comparison, those individuals who suffer in the human world seem to be just a speck of dust in the vast universe, insignificant.
"The responsibility of the immortals and gods is first and foremost to maintain the harmony and order of heaven and earth." He thought to himself, "Only in this way can all living creatures thrive in this world and live endlessly."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In his current view, this is the fundamental meaning of the existence of immortals and gods, a lofty mission that transcends all emotions and selfish desires. As for the various disputes and struggles among mortals, that is more
Mostly it is the arrangement of their own destiny.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest, is an unchanging law of nature, and it is also the driving force for the evolution of all things. As a god, if you interfere too much in mortal affairs, not only will you not be able to truly solve the problem, but it may lead to greater chaos and dictatorship.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as stupid dogs." He recited this ancient proverb in a low voice, and an indescribable open-mindedness and detachment surged in his heart.
At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to suddenly understand the state of mind of those saints - the saints are majestic, not bound by gods, not following the changes of the world, the stars are dim, and the great road still exists.
With a "swish" sound, his heavenly eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling silver light instantly enveloped Xiao Qi.
Before she could react, she felt an unprecedented sense of weakness. Her legs softened, and she collapsed to the ground helplessly. A bright golden glow condensed in front of her, and there was a complex and mysterious flow inside it.
The runes seem to contain the secrets between heaven and earth.
Yang Jian quickly took action and grabbed the light of the priesthood that was about to dissipate. There was no emotion in his tone: "You can take care of yourself from now on!" After saying that, he swayed and disappeared without a trace with a "swish".
Xiao Qi was sweating profusely and his face was pale, but he still raised his head and tried hard to say: "Thank you!". If this matter was handled by his father and queen later, Dong Yong would definitely die!
Dong Yong rushed forward, carefully helped his wife up, and asked with worry: "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, are you okay?"
Xiao Qi forced out a smile and wanted to shake her head to show that she was fine, but suddenly, a strong smell rushed into her nose. What kind of smell was it? The smell of sweat, stink, earth, and all kinds of feces.
, a mixed taste.
"Ugh!" She finally couldn't help it and leaned over to vomit.
Of course, she also understands why this is the case. According to the ancient customs of heaven, the bodies of immortals and gods are inherently superior to mortals, and their physique, vision, and sense of smell are far beyond ordinary people. In order to live well in the lower world, they usually
Load fixed shielding spells on the body.
Now that the clerical mana has been extracted, her mana will naturally become ineffective. But fortunately, as time goes by, without the nourishment of mana, her body will gradually fall into the mortal world.
"Madam!" Dong Yong said nervously.
Xiaoqi looked up and was about to comfort her husband when she saw that his body was densely covered with all kinds of weird and wriggling things, including countless tiny insects jumping on her body.
Horrible, horrifying!
"Ah!" With a scream, Xiao Qi fainted from fright.
"Madam, madam!"
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Towering above the ninth level of the sky, the Lingxiao Hall is shrouded in clouds and mist, filled with fairy spirit. Gods and gods from all walks of life gather together in a solemn atmosphere.
The Kunlun Mirror is suspended in mid-air, and its mirror surface is like sparkling water, clearly reflecting scenes in the mortal world - the hard life of the seventh princess Xiaoqi, which is sad to watch and moving to hear.
Xiaoqi, who lost the protection of his immortal power, became extremely fragile like an elf falling into the mortal world.
The former Tiangong princess now has to take care of the housework herself. She is busy in the smoke and smoke of the kitchen from morning to night, cooking, washing, and cleaning. Every task makes her exhausted, especially her delicate body.
Bearing the burden of pregnancy.
Carrying water, growing vegetables, chopping firewood, boiling water...these menial tasks are even more difficult for her in this mortal body.
Dong Yong saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.
Every day, he works with the old scalper at home, sweating profusely on the ten acres of thin fields, hoping to harvest a few more buckets of grain in exchange for a little silver to reduce the burden on his wife.
However, one day in heaven and one year on earth, time flies by like a fleeting moment, and in the blink of an eye, the day of Xiao Qi's delivery has arrived.
Due to her weak body and overwork, she almost suffered from dystocia. Fortunately, Dong Yong spent a lot of money to invite the famous Wen Po. The danger was saved and mother and child were safe.
However, the arrival of a new life did not bring much joy to the family, but instead added more sorrow. Having more mouths to eat means more expenses and a heavy poll tax.
Dong Yong had to work even harder. In addition to his own fields, he also had to work with oxen for his neighbors in exchange for meager rewards.
Xiaoqi was even more hardworking. Before her confinement was over, she was already busy with endless work. She had to stay up late at night weaving tapestry to support the family. Her child's crying made her sleepless all night and made her look haggard.
Soon, the two gave birth to a daughter.
Time flies, and the two of them grow old rapidly in this endless toil. The once fairy-like beauty and graceful charm have now disappeared under the weight of life. They no longer have leisure time to enjoy each other's tenderness and tenderness.
It's so sweet that even a decent meal becomes a luxury.
Day after day, year after year, their lives are filled with endless work and exhaustion, and their words lack the sweetness and laughter of the past, replaced by silence and sleep, just to be able to relax after a short rest.
Continue to face the endless repetition of life.
Time flies by, accelerating relentlessly like running water.
In this land that relies on farmland for a living, the fate of the people is always closely linked to the weather.
When the weather is good, although the warehouses are full of food, the price is often low and it is difficult to earn a sufficient livelihood; but once a natural disaster occurs, the harvest drops sharply, excluding the heavy taxes, the family has almost nothing left, and the livelihood is difficult.
What is even more chilling is that there are frequent wars in the world, and dynasties change as fast as a revolving lantern. Every time a ruler is changed, it means that a new round of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes have to be paid, making the lives of the people even worse.
In such an environment, although Xiaoqi's family works hard, they are still unable to escape the shadow of poverty.
As the children grew up, the family expenses increased day by day. Xiaoqi found that not only did the family have no savings, but even basic food and clothing became a problem.
Life in this world is too hard!
Fortunately, as time goes by, many people now know that if they are desperate, they can go to places like temples, curse the sky and perish with the enemy. Although it is very likely that they will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated, but
At least the enemy is cool.
Kill 100 enemies and suffer 8,000 losses!
Therefore, the rulers did not dare to push too hard, and gave people a breath of relief no matter in years of famine or disaster.
Even rich and powerful people are very polite to some bad-tempered children and single bastards. After all, these people are either full-blooded or innocent, and they may be able to do anything on impulse.
This tragic struggle, although costly, can at least deter those greedy rulers to a certain extent and gain some breathing space for the people.
However, due to difficult labor and neglect during confinement, Xiaoqi's body gradually weakened and eventually fell ill.
The burdens of a pair of children and his wife's medical expenses all fell on Dong Yong's shoulders. Although he was a hard-working and simple farmer, he was unable to change the current situation and could only bear the heavy pressure of life silently.
Xiaoqi was lying on the bed, looking at the simple roof, her heart full of depression and helplessness. Being bedridden for a long time made her body suffer from more illnesses, and even developed bedsores, which made her extremely painful.
The love and sweetness that she once had seemed to be gradually blurring under the pressure of life. She began to wonder, without the guarantee of life and the support of money, whether those former vows of love could still persist?
The low mood is like an endless night, shrouding Xiaoqi's world.
He was suffering from illness, and the medicine seemed to have lost its former effectiveness. His body was getting thinner and thinner, and an indescribable smell permeated the air. Even the most private parts were not spared, and began to emit a rotten stench.
Dong Yong, the once gentle husband, is now overwhelmed by the burden of life. He has to take care of his young children and be busy with farm work. He also has to face the current situation where his wife is becoming increasingly silent and loses her appearance.
His patience and gentleness were gradually replaced by fatigue and helplessness, and the occasional scolding became an unavoidable melody in the home.
But even so, Dong Yong still adheres to his responsibilities as a husband, working tirelessly to wipe Xiaoqi's body, feed her with food and medicine every day, trying to warm her cold heart with his meager care.
However, Xiao Qi's heart seemed to be sealed by ice, and she lost response to everything around her, leaving only silence and despair.
As her son had to join the busy farm work, her daughter got married, and she was the only one left alone in the huge family, Xiao Qi felt an unprecedented sense of regret.
The love she had imagined was romance before flowers and under the moon, harmony between raising eyebrows, a tacit understanding between husband and wife, and a promise to grow old together. But the reality in front of her was like a sharp knife, cutting apart all her dreams bit by bit.
and longing.
Recalling the past days in heaven, she was accompanied by spiritual creatures, given wine and delicacies, traveled around the world, lived freely, and lived a life full of laughter and laughter. How could she have thought at that time that one day she would be in such a situation?
She couldn't help but ask herself, what was the purpose of her original decision? Was it really because the previous comfort was too boring that she wanted to experience the joys and sorrows of mortals?
Facing this endless suffering and an unknown future, Xiao Qi's heart was filled with fear and confusion. She couldn't imagine how many times she would have to endure birth, old age, illness, death, joys and sorrows in this endless reincarnation.
Tears slipped down silently and landed on the black urinal next to the bed.
"Pa~" it instantly shattered into countless tiny water droplets, as if they were the broken dreams and hopes in her heart.
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On top of the majestic Lingxiao Palace, witnessing the sad plight of the seventh princess, all the immortals and gods felt chills in their hearts and looked at each other with expressions of emotion.
In the end, their eyes unanimously focused on the judicial god standing at the forefront, with both shock and fear in their eyes.
How could this close cousin of the Seventh Princess be so selfless and merciless! If he accidentally violated the rules of heaven and fell into his hands, he might not be able to escape severe punishment.
When the Queen Mother witnessed the suffering of her beloved daughter, her heart was as sharp as a knife, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried not to let them fall. Her face was full of pain.
The little yellow cat eating lotus root on Yang Jian's shoulder was dumbfounded.
After a moment of silence, the Queen Mother suddenly exerted her strength, slapped her palm on the desk, stood up, and scanned the entire hall with her eyes like a torch. An unquestionable majesty instantly filled the entire hall.
"It is my decree that from today on, all the immortals and gods in my heaven who have any human heart will be severely punished according to this example and will never be tolerated!"
"According to the decree!" All the immortals and gods responded in unison, and their voices resounded through the sky.
After the court meeting dispersed, all the immortals and gods left one after another, but there was still a bit of resentment and unwillingness in their eyes. From time to time, some people secretly looked at the majestic God of Justice, who was wearing silver armor.
