First Son-in-law

"Know some."

The old village chief smiled slightly and said:

"If you want to understand the teardrops, you must talk about the **** emperor?"

"Senior, what kind of person is the **** emperor?" Han Xinwu was very curious about the white-clothed man in the door, and wanted to know.

The old village chief smiled and said: "He is a very indifferent man, like an immortal glacier, but ten times brighter than the sun. He is extremely perfect. He has created a divine way with his own power. Very strict."

"Sometimes, the gods will complain about him as a'shinto tyrant' and praise him as an'eternal lamp.' There are many creatures who hate him, but the creatures who worship him are countless, but only by understanding his existence can you Follow him steadfastly and never leave."

"Yes!" Han Xinwu smiled, "He should look like this."

Li Pingan asked puzzledly: "But what does the teardrop have to do with him?"

The old village chief continued: "Even if there is such a cold and perfect existence, it will make irreparable mistakes."

"In his life, he left three tears, representing three unforgettable mistakes, and it is also an irreparable regret. Therefore, he put three teardrops on his hands, even if he warned, it is nostalgic."

Qin Li was surprised:

"It turns out that tears are really tears."

"The man has tears and doesn't flick it lightly, what mistake did he make?"

The old village chief shook his head: "This is his secret, no one knows, and no one will know it from now on."

Li Pingan touched his chin, and a doubt arose in his heart: "Such a majestic and transcendent existence is more terrifying than the emperor, and oppresses the heavens. It stands to reason that it should be immortal and immortal. Why did it pass away, and it was destroyed even with the gods."

"Because he angered Heavenly Dao."

Grandma Ye interjected.

Qin Li was shocked.

It's God's way again.

The Emperor of Heaven also died of Heaven.

She is still lying in the mountain and river bracelet, unconscious!

Old Demon Dugu was also puzzled: "When it comes to this ‘Heaven’s Way’, what exactly does it exist?"

"How could I know that the existence of that kind of existence is unknowable and indescribable, perhaps not in this time and space, or just by our side." The old village chief shook his head and sneered.

Li Pingan asked, "Grandpa, you haven't told the cause of the death of the **** emperor."

"This comes from an epiphany."

The old village chief narrowed his eyes and sighed:

"He has a feeling in his heart and understands the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, death."

"He also said that the years are like a river. Starting from the chaos, all the way down, the heavens are becoming more and more declining. And the end of the river is a dead sea. This is also the home of all beings-the market!"

"In order to stop all this, and to achieve true eternity, he resolutely summoned the gods and launched the divine battle at dawn to cut off the long river of years and let everything stay in the ancient times. From then on, the heavens and the souls will not die. It is a pity that he angered the heavens, He suffered a backlash, his body disappeared, and the divine way was destroyed, and the dusk was ushered in."

Listen to history.

Everyone was shocked.

This is too cruel, and it will cut off the years and cause all beings to live forever.

Qin Li suddenly realized, no wonder he saw the man in white on the bank of the long river. It turned out to be the reason for this.

"Is he still alive?"

Han Xin Wu is very concerned about this issue.

"Maybe dead, maybe alive." The old village chief smiled.

A very vague answer, it seems that there is something in the words, maybe the old village head really doesn't know anything.

The long table dinner continues.

Everyone is very happy to eat and drink.

Qin Li and others also asked many questions, and the old village chief answered them one by one.

Then, the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was late at night, the bonfire was burned out, the dishes were almost eaten, and everyone had a feast.

The old people in the village are very considerate and have prepared a house for everyone.

Although they are all thatched huts, they are cleaned up, the bedding is brand new, and the incense is lit, which is fragrant and elegant.

Qin Li's house is the largest.

After all, he lives with Mo Yao, Su Qingxue, and Yun Shiyu.

"Husband, this place seems ordinary, but everything is extraordinary." Mo Yao changed into a loose nightgown.

Su Qingxue nodded, her hair hanging down: "All the old people here have a good demeanor, especially the village head. I suspect that this is a sage village."

Yun Shiyu put down the sword and said weirdly: "I have the same idea, but my master has said that Qianyuan is incomplete and the laws are incomplete. The ninefold of the law is the limit, and it is impossible to give birth to a saint."

Qin Li was also puzzled.

While thinking, a rustling voice came from my ear.

Through the window, you can see that Xiaolong is struggling under the moonlit night.

Mo Yao smiled and said: "Xiaolong has always worked hard, more motivated than the others, and is trying to catch up with her husband."

Su Qingxue couldn't help sighing: "But he couldn't catch up. Xianggong's growth rate is too scary. Even if he is behind 20 years, he can catch up in a short time."

Yun Shiyu said helplessly: "It's normal for us to be inferior to the posture of Emperor Xianggong, but we must not be too backward. We must work harder."

Qin Li smiled: "Don't say that. Actually, I was forced to go. Although I practice fast, my foundation is unstable and a little vain. The nine phases of Nirvana can be slowed down, just taking advantage of this time to go away. Jing."

The women nodded one after another.

At this moment.

Xiaolong is still practicing boxing.

Tigers are powerful and powerful.

"Heirs of the dignified blue dragon, can they only use dog-fighting methods?"

In the dark, an old man walked out, his eyes were electric, his limbs were sound, but his forehead had two truncated horns. It should be an old dragon whose horns were broken, frustrating his pride.

"Senior, I am actually the Azure Dragon who has awakened the day after tomorrow, and the inheritance is incomplete." Xiaolong scratched his head awkwardly.

"Then you can't practice the Sea Dragon technique! Even if it was created by the Sea Dragon Great Emperor, it doesn't match your bloodline." The old man at Broken Horn was quite speechless and said, "Forget it, look at you. "The Blue Dragon's Most Holy Power"."

Xiaolong was overjoyed. He has this set of kung fu in his blood lineage, but it is incomplete. He has not dared to practice. Now he has been taught by an expert. He knelt down with excitement and knocked his head three times as an apprentice: "Thank you for teaching the sutras!"

See here.

Qin Li smiled.

Xiaolong has a chance, which is a good thing.

No words for a night.

Qin Li got up early.

There are rarely such relaxing moments.

After washing, everyone was busy and each had a chance.

Qin Li is still asking the old man who chops wood to understand the mystery of the masculinity of the sword.

Dugu Old Demon is studying the sacred stone, which is a corner of the sacred formation of the incarnation of Vientiane.

Mo Yao, the second daughter of Ye Huanling, and Grandma Ye got together and exchanged dark understandings with each other.

Su Qingxue found the old man who burned the fire, and humbly asked for advice on the fire control technique.

Yun Shiyu meets a finger-cut grandmother, she is a master of rhythm, playing the piano and playing music, the sound of nature.

Yun Shiyu is proficient in kendo, but knows nothing about the rhythm, so "Yesterday's Sorrowful Sword Sound" has fallen into a bottleneck, and now has a breakthrough opportunity.

Everyone worked hard, but Li Ping'an was restless, and focused on Chilling Dance. One time he said that the peach blossoms outside the village, and the other time the night sky was shining, he took the other side out to go out and play.

Han Xin Wu is very reserved, and will subconsciously refuse, but can't stand Li Ping'an's harassment, and enjoy the flowers, moon and stars with him.

There seemed to be countless blooming flowers and plants outside the mountain, and there seemed to be endless stars in the sky, and the laughter and laughter of the two had never ended.

day to day.

Everyone is immersed in the ordinary.

This village has special powers that can keep people away from the torture of years.

Qin Li didn't know how many days and moons he had spent, only that his sword skills became more sophisticated and many details became more mellow.

"Learning without thinking is nothing, thinking without learning is worthless." The old man Chopping Chai pointed out: "No matter what kind of path, we must learn extensively and understand by analogy. Therefore, those who practice swords must know how to use swordsmanship, poetry and song. Fu, even cooking and burning."

Qin Li nodded: "Senior, I also know the truth, but I have read all the books I brought, and there are no bookstores here. I can't learn it."

"Who said no."

The old man chopping wood pointed to the back of the village:

"There is a library, you can go and see it, maybe it will be rewarding."

Qin Li bid farewell to the old man who chopped wood, and arrived at the back mountain of the village, and found that the stone mountain had dug a door with the words "Quanzang Library" engraved on it.

Below are two old gatekeepers, one lacks a left leg and the other lacks a right leg. At this moment, they are playing chess attentively, black and white, like two armies fighting on the battlefield.

Qin Li leaned over to take a look, feeling slightly startled.

Because the chessboard is missing a bit.

It is the central star position,

Tianyuan!