Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

This year, Gu Ping'an was twenty-three years old.

At the age of twenty-three, the childishness on his face had long since been swept away, replaced by that resolute look.

His appearance is even more extraordinary, and his angular face is full of confidence.

The five-year tour is over.

His state of mind is broader, but at the same time, witnessing the vastness of the world, his heart has also become more majestic.

"Father, I want to practice Taoism..."

This is the third time that Gu Ping'an has spoken about cultivating the Tao.

The first time, when I was ten years old, when I heard about the monk's scenery, I had an infinite yearning in my heart.

The second time, at the age of fifteen, when I saw the death of the people around me, I began to yearn for the monk's power more and more.

The third time, at the age of twenty-three, when I saw the vastness of the world, I wanted to conquer the higher world in my heart.

Gu Changqing did not look at him, but calmly looked at the sky in the distance: "You are not suitable for cultivation. Nian

"Father, why?" Gu Ping'an's face was full of unwillingness.

Gu Changqing turned his head, as before, did not speak, just looked at Gu Ping'an quietly.

As time passed, Gu Ping'an finally lowered his head again and said softly, "I see, Dad. 99

late at night.

The father and son sat opposite each other under the moonlight.

Gu Changqing said calmly: "Peace, eighteen years of ordinary life, five years of mountains and rivers, then, I promise you a lifetime of wealth. You must know all the joys and sorrows, and the same is true of wealth and poverty.

Gu Ping'an smiled bitterly: "Father, is this your compensation for not letting me practice Taoism?

"Yes." Gu Changqing said calmly.

He looked past Gu Ping'an and looked into the distance, where there was a trace of sadness where Gu Ping'an could not see 597.

This sadness is very thick, thick, no one knows, everything is hidden, and Gu Changqing can only hold it in his heart.

Although he knew, Gu Ping'an's dedication to cultivation, and a trace of resentment towards himself.

"Tell me, what kind of wealth do you want?"

"Father once taught me that people should not be afraid of destiny. Since father doesn't want me to practice Taoism, then I want this mortal supreme."

"If you want, you can." Gu Changqing's voice was calm.

"I don't want the supreme being at my fingertips, what I want, I built myself.

Gu Ping'an grew up, and under the influence of Gu Changqing, he was no longer a child who only knew how to obey his father, and he gradually had his own ideas.

If you want to be rich, you need to be the biggest in this world.

"Okay..." Gu Changqing pointed his finger, and a flash of light entered Gu Ping'an's eyebrows: "I will give you something, with this thing, you can do everything.

Ten years of military service, twenty years of power in the world.

This year, Gu Ping'an was fifty-three years old.

Today, he is over fifty years old, and his temples are already gray.

Beneath the pair of sword brows, there are star-like eyes, his appearance is still very handsome, and the emperor's robe is full of luxury, and his body is even more majestic.

He has a well-informed and gentle woman as his wife, and has a child under his knees.

But he still couldn't let go of his obsession with cultivation.

"Father, I still want to practice Taoism."

In the palace of the imperial court, Gu Ping'an stared at the old man in front of him and said.

The old man shook his head lightly: "That road is not suitable for you.

Still the same answer as before.

Gu Ping'an was unwilling, but under the gaze of those eyes, he finally lowered his head: "Okay, in this life, I don't practice Taoism."

Gu Ping'an left.

On the throne of the world, his wife wondered: "Why do you always have to practice Taoism? You have all the wealth and honor in the world? Are you still not satisfied?

Gu Ping'an's eyes were disappointed: "I cultivate the Tao, not for myself, but for the sake of being able to stay by my father's side for a long time. Father's life is too lonely..."

"But why, he never let me practice Taoism?"

In a mortal's life, one hundred years old is the end point, but there are not many people who can really live to one hundred years old.

Time flies, this year, Gu Ping'an is ninety-two years old.

Although his body is still strong, he can clearly feel that life is coming to an end.

He has endless tiredness, it seems, wants to fall asleep.

He has many descendants and grandchildren, and his family business is huge. At this moment, when he sees the younger generation, he has nothing to ask for.

But he, after all, still has something unknown.

Gu Ping'an went to see Gu Changqing again.

The two old men, who both looked pale, sat opposite each other and ate a meal calmly.

This meal took a long time, until it was getting dark, Gu Ping'an just put down his chopsticks and looked at his father, there were thousands of words in his heart, but at this moment, there was not a word to say.

"Ping'an, what do you want to ask?" Gu Changqing looked at Gu Ping'an and said slowly.

"Father...I want to hear about my mother..."

He finally stopped talking about cultivating the Dao. To this day, cultivating the Dao is no longer his obsession.

He got what he wanted all his life, and now he is about to die (bafb), but it is his father who cannot rest assured.

His father's life was too hard and too lonely, and now, even he is about to die, he wants to know why his father protects him in loneliness.

Gu Changqing was silent.

After a long time, his eyes showed reminiscence, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Your mother, I hope your life will be simple and happy, so I never allow you to practice Taoism.

"It's a long story..."

"Your mother, surnamed Jiang, is called Yunli..."

Gu Ping'an just listened calmly until the story was finished.

I don't know how long has passed, Gu Ping'an sighed lightly, and complexities and disappointment flashed in his eyes: "So, this is the answer to my father, who made me not want to practice Dao for the rest of my life.

"It turns out that my mother's life was so miserable..."

Gu Ping'an raised his head, a little stunned, his voice was hoarse: "Dad, I'm so tired, I want to go back to the peaceful place that used to be..."

A soft light flashed in Gu Changqing's eyes.

The father and son have been gone for decades, and they have finally returned to the place they once were.

Gu Ping'an was not too young, and the years of his life flashed through his mind.

His life, eighteen years of ordinary life, five years of mountains and rivers, ten years of battles, and half of his life as a mortal supreme being, although it is a little short, but the level of brilliance is far beyond the experience of ordinary people.

However, in the end, he still chose to return to the original point, back to the insipid.

Get up every morning and carve wood blocks in the yard.

He was finally able to calm down and carve, and finally had the patience, but there was a difference of half a lifetime.

He took the carving knife, one knife, one knife, and carved a trace of memory at the end of his life.

And what he engraved is a man and a child.

The one-armed man was pulling a child, with a satisfied smile on the child's face, holding his father's hand, revealing a feeling of attachment.

At the moment when the sculpture was completed, Gu Ping's life came to an end.

in that humble house.

Gu Ping'an took Gu Changqing's hand, and his old eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Dad is right, life is better. If you can choose, if there is an afterlife, I hope...to live with my father in a small mountain village isolated from the world.

"Just be a carpenter.. just be a carpenter.

"Dad... I'm leaving, take care..."

Gu Changqing pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling the gradually icy temperature on his hands.

Gu Ping'an's body gradually lost its vitality.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

When he came, there was a remnant soul, and when he left, a cloud of blue smoke.

Gu Changqing pursed his lips without saying a word, and sat in this humble house all night.

until dusk of the second day.

He glanced at the empty house, and then walked out slowly.

His figure, in the setting sun, gradually changed from old age, gradually changed, his hair was no longer gray, and gradually darkened, his body was slightly hunched, and he gradually stood up. , gradually to the void.

He became young again, but that figure was a little down.

He whispered softly: "Peace, peace, peace...

I reincarnation, the end....