A woman in a red dress, with her hair combed into a woman's bun, looked like she was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was putting her hands on her hips and yelling angrily:
"Jiang Xiaodong, did you go to the Emei Pagoda to drink again? Did you go to see that nun again?"
The lion of Hedong roars!
A middle-aged Taoist priest was dodging around in the courtyard, not daring to use the power that could split mountains and seas, for fear of destroying this small mountain.
In the courtyard, a fat boy and a girl were eating candied haws, laughing and watching, occasionally shouting: "Mom, come on."
In another yard, Song Weiyu and Lin Wanyang held hands and shook their heads when they heard the sound.
"Uncle Master Su has been in seclusion for three thousand years, hey..."
Song Weiyu sighed.
Lin Wanyang said silently: "If you don't practice in seclusion and forget about yourself and things, how can you suppress the longing for the ancestor..."
But while he was talking.
His arm was shaken violently, and he heard a cry in his ears. It was his wife's, and he said in his mouth: "Grandmaster... it's you, back? I'm not dreaming..."
Lin Wanyang suddenly felt a thunderclap in his heart and raised his head.
On the road steps outside the mountain peak, I saw a white-haired young Taoist priest, walking slowly in the drizzle and mist in the mountains, coming towards here.
Suddenly I felt something.
The white-haired young Taoist priest stopped, looked at the purple-clothed woman five feet in front of him, and said with a smile:
"I'm back."
There, a woman in purple appeared out of thin air, standing on the stone steps opposite the young Taoist priest.
She stood there, tears rolling down her cheeks, crying and laughing:
"Are you back?"
The white-haired young man looked at the drizzle and mist on the top of the mountain, exhaled a breath, and said with a chuckle: "Qingping used the method of cutting off the body and used the origin of heaven and earth to reshape my body for me..."
Su Xiuxiu shed tears, stepped forward to hug him, and said, "Don't leave anymore."
At the end of his words, he looked at the fireworks, rain and mist on the hill and said with emotion: "I will never leave again. Now I am completely reduced to a person outside me. There is no need for me to support anything anymore..."
After Lu Qingping cut him out with his true nature, he also cut off all his previous responsibilities.
What was once a small tree is now a towering tree.
The big tree that once sheltered the small tree from the wind and rain, after decaying, turned into soil and blended into the shadow of the towering new tree.
Now, he only needs to look at the young tree and use its shade to protect them.
After Su Xiuxiu heard this, she cried with joy, wiped away her tears and said, "Okay, we will retire here and never ask about the affairs of the heavens again."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled softly and said: "The important task in the world is not my way."
His way has always been this woman.
The two looked at each other and smiled softly. They had a good understanding of each other. They rolled up their sleeves and walked towards the disciples and grandchildren who were waiting for them.
On the hill, the rain is getting thicker and the smoke is rising.
Although it is not like the blue sky and white clouds on Wudang Mountain in Yanfu, it is very similar to Zhenwu Mountain where the Taoist girl grew up.
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On the vast land, humans occupy one-ninth of the territory.
The boundless and infinite land is larger than the thousands of worlds combined. Even if the Golden Immortal walked on foot, it would take hundreds of years to go back and forth.
This is the real main line of China in the universe, the land of China, which is called one of the four major clans in the universe.
Yanfu Wan returned to China many years ago, regained his position as the capital, and governed the nine thousand states in China, each of which had the same size as Jamfu.
A few days ago, the threat from the barbaric land and various alien races invading the nine thousand states of China was eliminated at a glance after the return of the human king.
In just a few years, China has returned to peace.
But today, China celebrates together.
In the capital city, the colorful lanterns are displayed high, and there are thousands of auspicious auras. Up and down the sky, there are gods, immortals, saints, Buddhas and saints from hundreds of human races.
Nothing else.
The human king is overjoyed!
In the capital city, the sky and the earth were full of people, all looking towards the place filled with red curtains.
The Confucian sub-holy celebrant smiled and sang:
"The auspicious time has come!"
Outside the capital, in the sky and on the earth, millions of human beings, celestial beings, and immortal saints congratulated in unison:
"Congratulations to the king on your wedding!"
Rumble~
The rumble of human voices flew towards the sky and shook the entire country.
Yasheng smiled and said:
"I pay homage to my ancestors."
Lu Qingping held a white catkin exposed from the sleeve of her scarlet coat, and with a smile on her face, she and Qingyang paid homage to the statue of the Five Emperors.
"Two bows to the high hall."
The two of them bowed to the only person sitting on the high platform.
After Lu Qi received the gift, his face showed emotion.
A pair of eyes looked far away, as if across time and space, and saw the two monarchs and ministers drinking in the pavilion in the capital more than ten thousand years ago:
"Your Majesty, you left too early."
Although there is an underworld in this world, it is only in a corner and has not collected all the souls of all races in the universe.
The underworld of reincarnation was created by the Taoist heavens for several generations after the unification of the heavens. It was the place where several deities evolved the truth of reincarnation in the universe.
Nowadays, the world has not yet been unified, and the souls of those who died in the early years cannot be inspired, and naturally return to the void of the universe.
A person who is dead is completely dead.
Lu Qingping only needed one look to understand her father's thoughts. He was thinking about the past and the Sui Emperor, and said softly:
"Qingping assures you that we will be able to break through reincarnation in this life and bring back our important people to live on this land forever and ever."
Lu Qi stroked his beard and didn't say anything else. His heart was only complicated and astringent.
His son has now gone too far, and his father can no longer give him any advice or help. He can only watch him, cannot take risks for him, and cannot do anything more for him.
All he can do is believe that his son will definitely create achievements that are not inferior to those of the Five Emperors, and will even surpass them.
With Yasheng's last "husband and wife bow", the wedding ended.
At this time, the sound of trampling horseshoes was heard in the capital, and Qin State veteran Meng Tian sang loudly:
"The First Emperor congratulates the king and the eldest princess on their wedding, and gives you a special gift."
Lu Qingping looked around and saw Meng Tian half-kneeling at the end of the long street. His hands touched a wooden box with a branch on it.
That's the staff of reincarnation.
At that time, Lu Qingping gave this object to Zhao Zheng, asking him to use the reincarnation staff to awaken the power of long-standing fate in the previous life, and to cultivate more talents on the land of Jambu. Later, saints and demons from other worlds invaded, thanks to this object.
It is precisely because of this thing that the land of Jamfu was twisted into a ball by Zhao Zheng so early.
Lu Qingping stretched out her hand.
The wooden stick floated slowly from a distance, he held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment.
Then, his eyes passed through the layers of space in the capital and saw the old man in imperial robes sitting on the dragon chair in the palace and wearing a flat crown on his head.
Lu Qingping looked at the emperor and said to Meng Tian: "General Meng, please tell your majesty that what Lu said back then still stands."
If I were the emperor of heaven and you would be the emperor of man in his future year.
You are the human emperor.
Lu Qingping has never competed with him for the position of Human Emperor.
Thousands of years ago, in order to live in the Dharma Body of the Heavenly Emperor, he acted decisively and accepted all the fate of the First Emperor.
In the end, the First Emperor's luck was all gone, but even so, he still sat on the throne of the human race in Jamfu for thousands of years.
In the palace.
The First Emperor smiled lightly: "You are the Emperor of Heaven, and I am the Emperor of Man..."
His tone was sad and complicated, with a strong bitterness.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, took off the Pingtian crown on his head, and murmured:
"How can he be equal to Heaven even if he is a human emperor?"
Even if Lu Qingping doesn't come back after ten thousand years, he was completely defeated ten thousand years ago.
The King's wedding is over.
Among the vast crowds of people on the land of China.
There was a woman looking towards the capital with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.
Beijing.
As if he felt something, Zhao Qingyang clenched his lips slightly under the red cloth and said softly:
"I don't allow you to turn your head and look over there."
As she spoke, her hand tightened.
He is only hers.
Childhood sweethearts, they were born to be a pair.
There could be no second person to share it with her.
At that moment, Lu Qingping's steps paused slightly. Then, she took a deep breath and walked into the bridal chamber hand in hand with her wife.
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On a high mountain.
The fat Taoist standing on the stairs of chaos showed a faint smile on his face, stretched out his fingers gently, and slashed down like a sword in the vast world of mortals.
Another connection that was not deep in the first place was completely severed.
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The wedding room is decorated with candles and bright lights.
The beauty is picturesque.
Lu Qingping gently lifted the red cloth on Zhao Qingyang's head.
Under the bright red wedding dress, the woman was extremely beautiful, with affectionate eyes, and she said softly:
"Little bottle..."
Lu Qingping nodded slightly.
The four eyes faced each other, showing infinite tenderness to each other.
It's night.
The phoenix flute sounds.
Put the sword back into its sheath, and dance with fish and dragons all night long.