What Saint Monk Xumi said was no different from what Chi Yao said, which was to tell them the cruelty of practicing this kind of technique.
Sixteen-year-old Zhang Ruochen fell into silence.
Chi Yao next to her suddenly turned pale, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Ruochen, as if she was waiting for him to make up his mind.
At that time, they were still too young after all. They had been living a life of luxury and luxury. How could their character and will be compared with what they are now? Suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue to ask them to shoulder such a heavy future.
The young heart is passionate and impulsive after all!
Zhang Ruochen said: "If there is really a big change in this world that is unavoidable and unavoidable, then there is no other way out except to face the difficulties. I am willing to practice Xujuan! I will pass it on to Yaoyao in the future, even if it costs my life.
I will not hesitate to pay the price. I will hold on to the pillar until death!"
Chi Yao was obviously moved and shocked by Zhang Ruochen's words, her face became paler, she gently pulled his sleeves, shook her head and called: "Brother Chen..."
"Okay! This is my son."
Emperor Ming came out, his eyes sharp and majestic, and said: "The building is about to collapse. If everyone hides inside and dare not come out, then they are waiting for death. Someone must stand up, hold up the world, devote their blood, and dare to
sacrifice."
"We are one of the few insiders in the Kunlun world, and we are members of the royal family. We have the responsibility to stick to this world."
"When the world rises and falls, if those in power don't stand up and do great things to save the world, are they still worthy of being in power? Are we asking the people of Dawn who don't even know what is going to happen to sacrifice themselves? Even if we have to fight, even if we have to fight.
If we are going to die, we should take the first step."
Qingdi sighed and said: "This is too cruel. I just regret that I am now in the realm of the Great Sage and cannot practice the techniques left by the Great Sage. Holy Monk, how strong is the enemy? Isn't it possible that even you can't deal with it?
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Holy Monk Xumi shook his head and said: "Actually, the poor monk doesn't know how strong the enemy is. To train the two of them, he is just trying his best to fight for a slim future. He can only fight for a slim future!"
Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao got into a dispute. The two were young in nature, somewhat ignorant and fearless, and they were both trying to cultivate the Void Scroll.
Emperor Ming thought of something, his expression changed, and he communicated with Emperor Qing via message.
He said: "If the two of them continue to argue like this, there will be a result. One will cultivate the virtual scroll, and the other will cultivate the real scroll. After a few hundred or thousands of years, their cultivation will reach the pinnacle below the divine realm.
The relationship will definitely be deeper. When the time comes, can they really do it and watch another person die? Die in order to fulfill themselves? "
"Yes! The dead one is certainly liberated, but the living one... how can he practice in the future? With the sorrow in his heart, accompanied by guilt and grief, it is impossible for him to cultivate to the level of the Great Master, let alone surpass the Great Master."
Tears welled up in Qingdi's eyes as he spoke.
The quirky girl in front of him is his daughter, his biological daughter. No matter she becomes the dead one in the future or the painful living one, as a father, Qing Emperor will be extremely uncomfortable.
There just was no other way.
As Emperor Ming said, if you are born into an emperor's family, you should not only be greedy for pleasure, but also have the world in mind.
Emperor Ming looked at Holy Monk Xumi and asked the same question for the first time, saying, "Holy Monk, can I really not replace Ruochen?"
"Your martial arts practice and state of mind have been finalized. Even if you practice again, your achievements will not be too high. Of course, if you really want to give it a try, you can! But can you find another person who practices the "Ming King Sutra"?"
Saint Monk Xumi pointed at Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao, and said: "Such a heavy burden should not be placed on these two children. They may be too young and don't know what the decisions they have made mean. But, you two
Haven’t people already made decisions for them?”
"The poor monk is just a dead person. He will tell you about the crisis he knows and the methods he has to change the future. How to make the decision is up to you."
After all, Emperor Ming and Emperor Qing were emperors of the same generation. Since they knew they had no way out, they no longer loved each other as sons and daughters.
These days, you have thought clearly enough.
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."
"This is also a test for them. If they can't even pass this level, it's better to give up practicing the "Ming King Sutra" and let them practice freely, so as not to bear such a heavy responsibility and live an unhappy life."
Emperor Ming and Emperor Qing communicated with each other for a long time, discussed thoroughly, and finalized strategies and plans for the future.
Emperor Ming said: "Whoever wants to practice Xu Juan must do one thing first."
"What's the matter? Don't mention one, I can do ten." Zhang Ruochen said.
Chi Yao argued with Zhang Ruochen and said, "I can do it too."
Emperor Ming used his holy energy to condense two daggers, threw them to the two of them, and said: "One sword will pierce the opponent's heart and kill the opponent."
"Clang."
The dagger fell to the ground,
Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao were both stunned.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Father, why would you make such a joke? This is not funny!"
Emperor Ming's eyes were serious and he said nothing.
Qingdi said: "This is not a joke to you, we are very serious."
Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao looked at each other and slowly picked up the dagger on the ground.
"Why do you have to do this? Father, I'm afraid you are old and confused. If one of us is killed, how can we practice the "Ming King Sutra"?
Chi Yao threw the dagger out and walked out of the hall angrily.
"Bang!"
The door of the main hall is closed.
The two golden doors collided, and the impact caused Chi Yao to fly back.
Qing Emperor's stern voice sounded: "I reiterate once again, this is not a joke. Today, you either have to make a decision or be expelled from the royal family. As for practicing the "Ming King Sutra", you two are the best choice, but, not
The only choice."
Chi Yao had never seen the Qing Emperor look so majestic. He was so frightened that his lips trembled a little, like a frightened and trembling quail, and it was impossible to look as strong as any queen.
Zhang Ruochen pulled open his collar, exposed his chest, and said, "Yao Yao, come here! Don't worry, it was just pierced through the heart. With the cultivation of my father and Emperor Qing, my life will not be in danger."
Chi Yao grabbed the dagger with both hands and approached step by step. His arms were shaking all the time, and his eyes were filled with a look of collapse.
Emperor Ming was extremely serious. He no longer had a hint of hesitation in his eyes like before, and said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, you have to think clearly. If Yao'er stabbed this sword, then she is the one who practices the virtual scroll."
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen took a step forward and flicked his fingers on the blade of the sword.
The dagger originally held in Chi Yao's hand was snatched away by him in an instant.
"Yao Yao, I'm sorry, I have to do this sword!"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were determined, and his sword was like lightning, and he stabbed through.
However, the sword edge stopped at Chi Yao's heart and failed to score another point.
Zhang Ruochen originally thought that he was determined enough. He thought that knowing that Chi Yao would never die, he would definitely be able to stab Chi Yao with a sword and gain the opportunity to practice the virtual scroll.
but.
"ah……"
Zhang Ruochen roared, threw the sword out, turned around and knelt down on one knee, saying: "Father... I can't do it..."
Chi Yao also knelt beside him.
"If you can't even do this, why are you still practicing the "Ming King Sutra"?" Emperor Ming sighed and waved his hands: "Forget it, from today on, you are no longer the prince of the Shengming Central Empire and a member of the royal family.
Leave the imperial city as soon as possible and become a commoner from now on. As a commoner, you don’t need to bear the responsibilities on your shoulders and can live a happy and free life."
Zhang Ruochen did not stand up and said: "Father, do you really think your son is weak? Not worthy of being a member of the Zhang family? Don't you dare to make sacrifices? I just can't stab Yaoyao with my sword, but I can swear to God that I will definitely be able to make sacrifices in the future.
Use your own life to fulfill her."
"Are you sure you can sacrifice your life to fulfill her?" Emperor Ming said.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at Chi Yao and said firmly: "I am not acting on impulse. I have thought clearly. I hope my father will not treat me as a child. What I, Zhang Ruochen, have said can also be true."
"Okay, go down!" Emperor Ming nodded.
When Zhang Ruochen walked out of the hall, Qingdi's voice sounded: "Yao'er stays."
Standing outside the palace gate, Zhang Ruochen vaguely heard Emperor Ming's voice: "I have already guessed that he would not be able to stab with this sword. He is just like his mother. He seems to be very decisive in doing things, but in fact he is full of emotions in his heart.
, you can't be cruel to the people you care about. It's okay, let him practice and reincarnate, just to remove the undead bloodline in his body."
Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to continue listening, a Buddhist voice sounded behind him.
Then, the sky and the earth became dark.
Everything in front of Zhang Ruochen's eyes disappeared.
The body became very heavy and painful, especially the head, which seemed to be split open, every inch of flesh and blood was burning, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
"Zhang Ruochen...Brother Chen..."
Chi Yao's call sounded in his ears.
At the same time, there was a powerful energy coming from the back.
Zhang Ruochen suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, sat up from the stone platform, looked around, and found that he was in an ancient and dilapidated stone palace, with gravel and rubble everywhere on the ground.
The Golden Burial White Tiger was approaching, but Zhang Ruochen was startled when he suddenly sat up. He jumped back more than ten feet and broke a stone pillar.
Zhang Ruochen smelled a charming and light fragrance. When he looked back, he realized that Chi Yao was standing behind him. He had obviously been leaning in her arms before.
"Brother Chen, you finally woke up!"
Chi Yao cried with joy. She was somewhat similar to the teenage girl before, but she didn't look like a queen who had been in a high position for a long time.
Zhang Ruochen rolled his eyes and thought carefully.
"What's wrong?"
Chi Yao was a little nervous, thinking that Zhang Ruochen's soul and mental consciousness were too severely damaged and he became dementia and could not be a normal person again.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled, looked at the Golden Burial White Tiger, and said, "I understand! This is the sealed memory you mentioned!"
"That memory of yours has been opened? How is this possible? How much mental power is required to unlock the seal." The Golden Burying White Tiger felt incredible, and then thought of something, and said: "I understand, it is Qingzu's power.
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"Qingzu? Who is Qingzu?"
Zhang Ruochen wanted to stand up, but as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he realized that he was very weak and fell backwards, but was supported by Chi Yao.