Heavenly Worker Emperor

Chapter 1169 Reincarnation of Time (Fifth Change)

Seeing Li Qiang standing there as if nothing had happened, just panting slightly, these people finally became terrified.

They threw all the weapons in their hands on the ground and knelt down to Li Qiang.

These villages are more or less superstitious, and Li Qiang's performance naturally makes them feel that standing in front of them is a real God of War!

"Brothers, we have won!"

Countless men and women in Yujia Village rushed out, threw Li Qiang high up, and caught him again. At the same time as this scene happened, Li Qiang looked at the vast sky, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

"Why, it feels a little wrong, as if someone is looking at me, where did I come from?"

Li Qiang was puzzled again, but somehow, he had already appeared in a room full of red cloth, and there was a faint fragrance around him. A girl wearing a red hijab was sitting beside his bed.

There was a surge in his heart, and he walked over slowly, lifted the red hijab, and a small face so delicate that he couldn't bear to touch it appeared in front of his eyes. Yu Luoer's eyes were as clear and beautiful as before. .

"Sir, am I pretty?"

After Yu Luoer finished saying this, her small face was already like the red veil on her body. Li Qiang shook his head, and expelled those inexplicable illusions from his mind.

"Those are all hallucinations. I am from here. This is my wife. My name is Yu Pojun."

He couldn't help but said slowly.

"Ma'am, I'm here."

He gently took off Yu Luoer's pair of delicate cloth shoes, played with those transparent and lovely feet, Yu Luoer let out a groan, and pressed his small face against his hot chest.

"Sir, you have to be gentle."

The lights went dark, and there was a gentle spring in the room.

After expelling the invaders, the word Yu Pojun has become the belief of everyone in Yujia Village.

Ten years later, the old village chief passed away and handed the village chief's scepter into his hands.

"Take everyone and live well."

Seeing Yu Pojun's firm eyes, the old village chief slowly closed his eyes. Yu Pojun took the scepter and looked back, but saw the villagers of Yujia Village bending down one by one, so he held up the scepter. got the scepter.

He can no longer remember his original name, but he can only remember that he is Yu Pojun, Yu Luoer's husband, and the hope of the whole village. With his help, the surrounding villages have gradually become stronger. stand up.

Of course, these villages were merged into Yujia Village, and the villagers began to move into the mountains.

Who am I, he no longer thinks about this question, because he thinks it is the most ridiculous question.

Only occasionally, when night falls and the smoke rises from the kitchen, will he smoke earthen cigarettes, sit in a corner of the village, and think about something deep in his mind.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore, lest you have more melancholy and troubles out of thin air.

It was still an annual snowstorm. Two years later, Zhao Mao also passed away. Standing in front of Zhao Mao's hospital bed, Zhao Mao looked at this young man who appeared more than ten years ago.

If it wasn't for him, maybe he would have died more than ten years ago. At this time, Yu Pojun's face was covered with stubble, and he was no longer the youth he was back then.

It turns out that he is not a god, he will be born, grow old, get sick and die, Zhao Mao smiled slightly, but in his heart, this person is equivalent to his own god.

"lady"

Seeing that person leaning over and leaning towards his ear, just like how he put on his coat more than ten years ago, Zhao Mao smiled.

"Don't forget your original name, Li Qiang"

Seeing the young man in his eyes suddenly froze in place, with surprise and shock in his eyes, Zhao Mao closed his eyes reassuringly.

In the winter of this day, there was a lot of wind and snow, there was no bonfire party, and there was no familiar sheep cry, but there was an extra familiar name.

"Li Qiang, who is that?"

Yu Pojun sat at the gate of the courtyard where the wind and snow were blowing. He had been turned into a white snowman by the snowflakes. Yu Luoer, who had a big belly, walked to the door and said in a reproachful and distressed tone.

"I'm going to be a father soon, don't you pay attention to your body? You forgot, you are no longer a young man!"

Touching the stubble around his mouth and seeing the raised cheekbones in the bronze mirror, Yu Pojun felt dazed for a while, yes, he is no longer young, there are already more young and strong people in the village, When hunting, I can no longer rush to the forefront.

I am an ordinary person, why do I feel that I will become stronger and stronger without getting hurt?

"The soup is ready, let's drink it."

That night, holding Yu Luoer in his arms, he suffered from insomnia, and the question buried in his mind resurfaced again, which made him very annoyed.

"Who am I? I'm Yu Pojun, the head of Yujia Village. But, it's very strange, why do they think I'm not this person?"

He felt that he should find the answer.

So, after the child was born, he walked into the mountain, wanting to see what the world outside the mountain was like, maybe he could find the answer he wanted.

A round crystal is constantly rotating, and the pictures inside are switched at high speed. Li Qiang has gone from young to middle-aged, and then gradually aged. I saw him walking from the snow-swept private house to Yujia Village. I saw him The people around are sick and dying.

"Do you know what is the cruelest thing in the human world?"

An indifferent and old voice came, and behind the old man stood a black-winged roc bird, one person tall, with sharp eyes like a lone eagle.

"People say that fate can be changed, but after the change, it is still fate. Do you still think that fate can be changed?"

"The happiest thing for a cultivator is that they have a longer life and think about what kind of change he wants. However, they are no different from ordinary people. The cruelest thing is to watch their own birth, old age, sickness and death. "

"In the face of life and death, everything is false."

"If he doesn't have a heart to see through, he will be trapped here forever."

After the voice of the ancestor of the East China Sea sounded, two tears flowed from the eyes of the black-winged roc. He screamed strangely, but the ancestor of the East China Sea had already drifted away.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one withered glory."

His voice was distant and vague, but the black-winged roc was stunned. He began to close his eyes slowly, feeling peaceful in his heart, and saw the feathers on his body gradually dissipating, like a little bit of demonic energy. The Qi didn't dissipate, but was inhaled by him.

(End of this chapter)