Zijun rubbed his lips, "Uncle has said so much, but Jun'er is getting more and more confused."
"Of course you won't understand the things about our ancestors if we talk too much about them."
"Then what is Xie Liangchen's identity?"
"It must be a young master from a certain family in the God Realm who came down to earth to experience calamity."
"Calamity?"
"Um."
The so-called tribulations are divided into many types. Immortals are cultivated by mortals or demons and ghosts. During their cultivation, they will encounter large and small tribulations. After surviving them, they become immortals. Gods, on the other hand, are born in heaven and earth.
Gods do not need to practice to become the most noble race in the six realms. Human beings often say that the higher they stand, the more they have to endure. In exchange for being the most noble race in the God Realm, it is to maintain the peace of the six realms.
God's mission is to sacrifice himself at any time for the six realms.
No one is willing to fall behind and be stepped on by the gods. Even mortals who have always believed in the gods have challenged the authority of the gods. If the gods want to maintain their dominance in the six realms, they can only constantly improve themselves.
Improve your own cultivation. When you want to break through a limit, 'tribulation' will arise. The tribulations a god has to experience are different. There are tribulations of love, tribulations of life and death, tribulations of killing, and tribulations of thunder.
There are curse tribulations, life tribulations, etc., among which the love tribulation is the most difficult to overcome. There are not many people in the God Realm who have encountered the love tribulation. As far as he knows, there are only two emperors and one emperor concubine.
One of the two emperors has his soul flying in the Nine Nether Hells; the other always stops at the junction of the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, guarding a fairy who collects dew and returns with a jade plate. And the emperor concubine...
Speaking of the imperial concubine, Ling paused...
"How is that Emperor Ji?" Zijun asked.
"And that emperor's concubine is always intoxicated with the infinite world of eternal happiness, with a curtain covering her face and a withered harp accompanying her..."
Zijun shook his shoulders and said, "It sounds so desolate."
As far as she is concerned, she is just a child listening to a story, and this is just a humane and desolate story for future generations.
"It's very bleak."
Lingzhi once secretly entered the world of Changle to collect medicine in order to save his wife. He had seen the legendary Emperor Zhuo Hua. She was dressed in plain clothes and her long hair was flowing down. There was a faint tone in the interlacing of black and white. She was
Caressing the broken piano, the sound of "Zheng Zheng" came to her ears, and the peach blossoms were blooming, and their blossoms were burning... She was like the peach blossoms that had been burnt out by love, very desolate...
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Lingzhi had originally heard that those who set foot on the Eastern Pole after Emperor Qinghua's Divine Oblivion died in the sound of Emperor Zhuohua's piano. But when he expressed his intention to come and said something offensive, the box was already tied up.
She walked over to him and handed the herbs over to him: "Go back to the South China Sea quickly."
When he looked at the fairy grass in Emperor Zhuohua's hand in surprise, she said: "The Nuwa people are born for the righteousness of the world. I am not a person who cares about human life. This medicine is not a poisonous weed, so you can rest assured."
Lingzhi took the herbal medicine and thanked it with a big gift. When he raised his hand again, his eyes were filled with a vast expanse, and there was no one around...
"Uncle is lost in thought again?" Zijun poked Lingzhi's face.
Ling Zhi came back to his senses and nodded with a smile: "I remembered an old friend."
"Is it important?" Zijun asked.
"Saviour." Ling Zhi replied.
"Uncle also needs help?"
Perhaps in Zijun's heart, her uncle is extremely powerful.
"Among all the gods, my uncle is not the one who came before me."
"Is it the one named Emperor Zhuohua?"
Zijun is smart after all.
"The Divine Lord has gone through many calamities, and if he can be guided by Emperor Gouchen and protected by thousands of generations of emperors and concubines, then it is not difficult to guess this person's identity."
Lingzhi felt that he had taken the topic so far just by explaining the calamity, and he had to bring it back.
"Ah?" The topic changed so quickly that Zijun didn't have time to react...
"It's just that in recent years, I haven't heard of any divine king from the God Realm descending to earth to endure calamities..." Ling Zhi Bagua's mind was racing: "I heard that the young master of the Huo Lord family descended to earth six hundred years ago.
"
Ling Zhi shook his head: "No, no, the young master of Huo Jun's family has experienced a massacre, and he returned to the Southern Wilderness more than a hundred years ago."
"That's the fourth young master of the Donghai family?" Ling Zhi frowned, "That's not right. The fourth young master of the Donghai family experienced a thunder tribulation. I think that when the carp jumped over the dragon gate to turn into a dragon and return to the sea, it was struck by lightning and was badly injured.
The two dragon horns can’t be retracted now!”
Zijun frowned and looked at her uncle talking to himself, which she half understood.
Alas, her uncle is more serious than anyone else when he is serious, but he is more difficult to deal with than a monkey when he is not serious.
"Uncle, have you figured out whose son it is?" Zijun asked.
Lingzhi squinted his eyes: "I'm calculating, I'm calculating."
"Uncle, are you very free?" Zijun asked again.
"Of course I..." Uh? "What do you mean?"
"Who is Xie Liangchen and what does it have to do with you?"
"Forehead······"
"Uncle, let me make it clear to you, I will not marry Xie Liangchen!" Zijun said with his hands on his waist and a shake of his head.
Lingzhi nodded and expressed his approval: "Although that child is excellent, he is too young at heart. Of course, my uncle will find you someone who is calmer and will be caring!"
"Uncle!" Zijun's face turned red. His uncle had never told her such a thing so seriously. No matter how naughty and arrogant she was, she would inevitably show shame when talking about marriage.
"Jun'er..." Lingzhi patted Zijun's hand, with an elder look on his face, and said sincerely: "Your two brothers, my uncle never worries about how they want to spend the rest of their lives.
They know how to intervene, and as long as they don't go astray, uncle will let them go. But you are different, you are the only descendant of the Sharman clan, and you have to use your thin shoulders to carry the future of the entire Sharman clan..."
The lifespan of the Sharks is short, and Zijun is a woman. Regarding the issues of the Sharks, Zijun may still face many problems or blows. Lingzhi once wanted to keep her by his side, without any worries.
He is alive, but things in the world are always difficult to calculate at his fingertips. When a child grows up, he always has his own thoughts. He cannot imprison her, he can only let her and support her. I also want to have such a person who can stay by the child's side and be a good person.
Reliance, such a position cannot be replaced by family ties...
"Jun'er, my uncle is getting old and I can't worry about you..."
Zijun blinked, saying that she was very touched by what she heard before and almost cried, but her uncle suddenly said that he was old... It really disturbed the mood that she had worked so hard to create~
Zijun bared his teeth and smiled: "Uncle, you are not old. God's lifespan is endless. I am afraid that if Jun'er dies one day, you will still be in your prime~"
Lingzhi frowned and patted Zijun's mouth gently: "Tongyanwuji!"
Zijun stuck out his tongue, she was so unreasonable... She said this carelessly, but when she thought about it carefully, the uncle who raised her single-handedly, if one day he really gave away black hair to a white-haired person,
Man, how sad he must be...
Zijun held Lingzhi's arm and put his head on Lingzhi's shoulder, very docilely: "Jun'er's words were unintentional. Jun'er will never leave my uncle."
"Yeah." Lingzhi responded to Zijun's words and gently rubbed Zijun's hair...