The morning sun is like fire, reflecting the mountain col into a red gold.
Whether it is the rising spiritual mist or the crops of Yuan Valley, they are all golden, and the fragrance of the valley is fragrant, but not strong, with a natural fresh air of vegetation.
"Another crop of Yuan Gu is about to ripen," Emperor Ming ** said calmly. "In the year I became a saint, Ji Gu was planted here. It was here that I condensed the Divine Chain of Law and destroyed a terraced field.
Uncle, you have been chasing me for a whole month...I almost lost count of how familiar I became with Yuantu."
Gu Shen glared at him: "You still have the nerve to say that you are about to become a saint, but you still can't calm down. You want to come to my Jigu land to take advantage of the opportunity. You can take advantage of the opportunity and don't pay attention. If your mother hadn't stopped you,
Come on, I can break your legs! Also, remember, including this crop this year, this Yuantu is the 1,190th ripe."
"Are you ready for one thousand one hundred and ninety?" Emperor Ming ** nodded, "It comes around every two years. In the blink of an eye, it has been two thousand three hundred and eighty years since Yuangu appeared in this world."
"Two thousand three hundred and eighty years?"
Gu Shen was startled, as if he had never made such an estimate before, then he waved his hand again and said: "There is no point in calculating these. Let's have another jar of thousand-year blood spring. Don't be stingy. I know that this stuff of yours is better than the spirit stones you hid back then."
It’s all too much.”
"In order to calm your anger, uncle, you emptied most of my collection." Emperor Ming's face darkened.
"What's the matter, you are the emperor now, do you still want to use the emperor's power to get you back?" Gushen glanced at him sideways, not polite at all.
Emperor Ming ** laughed dumbly: "No, I still remember that when uncle, you were drunk and crushed the spiritual flower that my aunt had raised for five hundred years. Later, my aunt was so angry that she burned all your treasures with real fire.
Done."
Gu Shen's face darkened. Even after so many years, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain when he mentioned this. His entire cellar, which was built with five hundred years of blood springs, was a full three thousand jars. Even if he took it out
If you exchange it for spiritual stones, you can exchange it for thousands of dollars.
"Uncle, don't feel bad," Emperor Ming ** chuckled again, "You are dedicated to providing food and clothing for the human race, and you have worked hard to cultivate Jigu. Although my aunt is angry, why would you waste so much blood springs? Other than taking out a hundred cans to vent your emotions
In addition, my aunt secretly gave the rest to me, so speaking of it, it is I who have accepted my uncle's love."
I@#%…………amp;
Gushen kept his eyes on Emperor Ming **. This damn kid wasn't so annoying back then, but why did he want to beat him as his cultivation level got higher?
On the other side of the stone table, Su Qinian looked at the scene in front of him and said nothing. This was the memory of Emperor Ming and the God of Grain. In these memories, he would obviously not be there, and he did not want to destroy this seemingly beautiful scene.
The atmosphere is intense, yet extremely sincere.
However, being stared at by the God of Grain, Emperor Ming was calm and leisurely. Instead, he poured himself a bowl of blood spring. He poured it very slowly. The crystal clear spring water was as viscous as blood diamonds, and he pulled out the thick and viscous water.
The crystalline threads rippled in the stone bowl, scattering clusters of fine spring flowers.
After accumulating half a bowl of blood, the God of Grain, who was staring at Emperor Ming, suddenly took a deep breath, and all the emotions in his eyes were put away again, becoming calm and peaceful, and said: "Don't disturb my state of mind.
, This method cannot change my decision. If it is too soft, it will be softer, and it will be rotten. Old man, I am also hard-hearted. "
After saying that, Gu Shen's eyes finally fell on Su Qinian on the other side of the stone table, and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, you are very good, but for the sake of the old man, it is really unreasonable to let an emperor's seed like you take risks for the sake of the old man alone.
It's not worth it. I thought that by rejecting that old guy Jiang Yan, I would be able to live in peace and quiet here. I didn't expect that it would cause so many waves. Old man, I have been proud all my life, but I didn't expect that it's the end of me.
I still owe a favor to everyone in the world, and this favor is the hardest to repay. If there is reincarnation, the old man will continue to carry it."
After a pause, Gu Shen muttered: "I can make the decision about the Emperor's Pill. You can take it away, little brother. Maybe that person needs it more than me."
Su Qinian just shook his head gently and refused, not agreeing. Although his master was transformed into a body and half of his body was almost petrified, he definitely couldn't take this Imperial Pill back. Not only him, but also Senior Brother and the others.
, and will not agree.
"Uncle, why are you so stubborn?" Emperor Ming ** sighed, "If you are alive, you are worth tens of millions of warriors. You will be a blessing to future generations for thousands of generations. Don't you have a Tao Valley that has not yet been cultivated?
Is it successful? As long as the poisonous power can be suppressed, there will be at least a thousand years."
"I've heard this a thousand and eight hundred times," Gushen glanced at him, "I plant Ji Valley, Yuan Valley, and Dao Valley, not to lie on the monument. This time, if I accept this imperial way
Dadan, then there must be a second time, a third time, or even countless times. For me, many powerful people from the human race have suffered disasters. Surrounded by alien races, those vicious and vicious people will have many plots.
, This is not to save me, but to trap me into injustice. There is more than one corn god in this world, and I don’t want to be a god. My mantle, those little guys have all fulfilled the true inheritance, without me
I, the cultivation of Daogu, will continue to go on, so why should I, with my disabled body, disturb the world and cause commotion in the world."
Su Qinian couldn't help but be moved when he heard the words, and showed a rare look of solemnity. This was not stubbornness, but a kind of perseverance. It was Gu Shen's insistence on his own body and mind. If there were more human sages like this,
, will be the luck of the human race. Why should the human race worry that it cannot continue for thousands of generations?
After listening to these heartfelt words, Su Qinian also understood that it was impossible to persuade Gu Shen to take the Imperial Pill willingly.
In Shennong Mountain, there are so many strong people and quick-thinking people from the two great human emperor families, but in a thousand words, they are afraid of encountering someone who sticks to the bottom line. This kind of defense may be more indestructible than Tiandi, just like Su Qinian at this moment.
What I sensed is that although the God of Grain is riddled with the poison of hundreds of herbs, almost all his cultivation has been melted away, and his spiritual will is dim and almost undetectable, it is not the will of reincarnation as imagined, but the realm of immortality.
Ceres God's will cultivation is in the realm of immortality. Even in Su Qinian's mind, although the aura of will was weak, it was more pure and concentrated than his immortal will when he stepped into the middle realm, turned into a sword, and gave birth to a sharp edge.
After practicing a lot, that is to say, the willpower of the Goddess of Grain is comparable to that of the flawless king.
Not to mention, even the emperor cannot shake that formless Taoist heart.
"I understand." Emperor Ming ** nodded and sighed, "Think of it, although I am a great emperor and have stepped on the imperial path, my heart is not as strong as yours, uncle."
"Okay, stop complimenting, let's calculate how many blood fountains your aunt gave you back then. As you just said yourself, you are also a great emperor. Should the owner be honest and trustworthy when searching for the property? Should the property be returned?
The original owner."
Gu Shenhua turned around and stared at Emperor Ming ** again. Emperor Ming ** was startled by this sudden turn, and then he nodded with a wry smile and said, "Okay, I'll give it all back to you."
The god of grain, who turned a blind eye to the emperor's great elixir, was very stubborn about this old debt. He urged Emperor Ming to get up and go to his cellar in the purple bamboo forest with a look of distrust on his face, as if he was afraid of being betrayed.
Emperor Ming was greedy for ink.
Others respect the human emperor for his majesty and great achievements, but Gu Shen obviously lacks some trust in Emperor Ming**, because in Gu Shen's memory, this kid is a repeat offender. If he doesn't keep a close eye on him, he will wait for him tomorrow.
After returning many hundreds of jars, the god of cereals would wonder if his nephew had been taken away from him.
Let's go.
Emperor Ming ** stood up and walked in front with a solemn face, while the God of Grain clasped his hands behind his back and followed behind. He only stopped from time to time and coughed twice. But except for the God of Grain walking out of the paddy field in Yuan Valley, even if he looked at it,
He looked very thin, his complexion was sallow, his back was straight, he looked straight ahead, and held his head high.
Su Qinian was walking behind the God of Ceres, looking at the haggard figure in front of him, his rolled-up trouser legs, the mud on his feet, and his somewhat messy gray hair. This is what he saw.
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