First Son-in-law

"Know some."

The old village head smiled slightly and said:

"If you want to understand teardrops, you have to talk about the God Emperor?"

"Senior, what kind of person is the God Emperor?" Han Xinwu was very curious about the man in white, and wanted to know.

The old village head smiled and said: "He is a very indifferent man, like an eternal glacier, but ten times brighter than the sun. Very strict."

"Sometimes, the gods will complain about him as a 'Shinto tyrant' and praise him as an 'Eternal Light'. There are many creatures who hate him, but countless creatures worship him, but only by understanding his existence can we Follow him wholeheartedly and never leave him.”

"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 head continued: "Even such a cold and perfect existence will make irreparable mistakes."

"During his life, he once shed three tears, representing three unforgivable mistakes and irreparable regrets. So he wears three teardrops on his hands, even as a warning, it is also a memory."

Qin Li was surprised and said:

"It turns out that the teardrops are really tears."

"A man does not flick his tears easily. What mistake did he make?"

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

Li Pingan touched his chin, and a doubt arose in his heart: "Such a magnificent and transcendent existence is more terrifying than the Great Emperor, coercing the heavens, and it is reasonable to say that it should be immortal. Why did it pass away, even destroying the divine way?"

"Because he angered Heaven."

Grandma Ye interjected.

Qin Li was shocked.

It's heaven again.

The emperor of heaven also died in the way of heaven.

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

Dugu Laomo was also puzzled: "Speaking of this 'Day of Heaven', what exactly is it?"

"How could I know this? That kind of existence is unknowable and indescribable. Maybe it's not in this time and space, maybe it's around us." The old village chief shook his head and laughed.

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

"It came from an epiphany."

The old village head 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 time is like a river, starting from chaos, all the way down, the heavens are getting more and more decayed. And the end of the river is a dead sea, which is also the destination of all living beings—Xu!"

"In order to stop all this, and to achieve true eternity, he resolutely summoned the gods and launched the Dawn God War to cut off the long river of time and let everything stay in ancient times. He suffered a backlash, disappeared and died, and the divine way was destroyed, ushering in dusk."

Listen to history.

Everyone was shocked beyond measure.

This is too cruel, to cut off the years, so that all living beings will live forever.

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

"Is he still alive?"

Hanxin Dance is very concerned about this issue.

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

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

The long table continued.

Everyone eats and drinks happily.

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

Then, the moon was hanging in the sky, the night was late, the bonfire was burned out, the dishes were almost eaten, and everyone had their feasts.

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

Although they are all thatched huts, they are very clean, the bedding is brand new, and incense is also lit, which is fragrant and elegant.

Qin Li's room is the largest.

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

"Honey, this place looks ordinary, but it's extraordinary everywhere." Mo Yao changed into a loose nightgown.

Su Qingxue nodded, her beautiful hair hanging down: "The old people here all have a demeanor, especially the village chief, I suspect that this is a saint village."

Yun Shiyu put down the sword and said strangely: "I also have the same idea, but my master said that the Qianyuan is incomplete, the law is incomplete, and the nine layers of Dharma is the limit, and it is impossible to produce a saint."

Qin Li was also puzzled.

While thinking, a rustling sound came from my ear.

Through the window, under the moonlit night, Xiaolong could be seen stretching his muscles and bones.

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

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

Yun Shiyu said helplessly: "It's normal for us not to be as good as the emperor Xianggong, but we can't be too behind. We need to work harder."

Qin Li smiled: "Don't say that, in fact, I was forced to leave. Although my cultivation speed is fast, my foundation is unstable and a little superficial. The Nine Phases of Nirvana can be slowed down for a while. Jing."

Several girls nodded.

At this moment.

Xiaolong is still practicing boxing.

The tiger is full of wind, powerful and powerful.

"The heir of the dignified Qinglong, can he only know how to punch like a dog?"

In the darkness, an old man came out, his eyes were like lightning, his limbs were sound, but there were two truncated horns on his forehead, it should be an old dragon, the broken dragon horns frustrated his pride.

"Senior, I am actually the Qinglong awakened the day after tomorrow, and my inheritance is incomplete." Xiaolong scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Then you can't practice the Sea Dragon Kungfu! Even if it was created by Emperor Hailong, it doesn't match your bloodline." The old man with broken horns was quite speechless, and said: "Forget it, you are so poor, I will pass on to you a set of " Azure Dragon's Most Holy Merit."

Xiaolong was overjoyed, he had this set of kung fu in his blood lineage inheritance, but it was incomplete, he had never dared to practice it, and now he was taught by an expert, he knelt down excitedly, kowtowed his head three times, as a disciple salute: "Thank you, senior, for teaching the scriptures!"

See here.

Qin Li smiled.

Xiaolong has a chance, which is a good thing.

Nothing to say all night.

Qin Li woke up early.

There are seldom such relaxing moments.

After washing, everyone was busy and had their own opportunities.

Qin Li was still asking the old woodcutter to understand the mystery of the masculinity of the sword.

Dugu Laomo is studying the holy stone, which is a corner of the holy array of the incarnation of Vientiane.

Mo Yao, the second daughter of Ye Huanling, and Grandma Ye chatted very well, exchanging dark understandings with each other.

Su Qingxue found the old man who burned the fire, and humbly asked for advice on the art of controlling fire. She was greatly encouraged, and her refining skills went a step further.

Yun Shiyu met a grandma with a severed finger, she is a master of rhythm, she plays the piano and plays music with a natural sound.

Yun Shiyu is proficient in kendo, but doesn't know anything about rhythm, so "Yesterday's mournful sword sound" fell into a bottleneck, and now has a breakthrough opportunity.

Everyone worked hard to exercise, but Li Pingan was restless and devoted all his attention to Han Xinwu, saying that the peach blossoms outside the village were blooming, and the night sky was bright with stars, so he took her for an outing.

Han Xinwu is very reserved, and she would subconsciously refuse, but she couldn't stand Li Pingan's harassment, so she enjoyed the flowers, the moon and the stars with him.

There seemed to be countless gorgeous flowers and plants outside the mountain, and there seemed to be endless bright stars in the sky. The laughter and laughter between the two never ended.

day to day.

Everyone is immersed in the ordinary.

This village has a special power that can keep people away from the torment of time.

Qin Li didn't know how many days and months he had passed, but he only knew that his sword skills became more and more profound, and many details became more and more perfect.

"Learning without thinking will lead to nothing, and thinking without learning will lead to peril." The old man cutting firewood pointed out: "No matter what kind of road, one must learn extensively and understand by analogy. Therefore, swordsmen must know the art of swords and guns, poetry and songs. Fu, even cooking and burning fire.”

Qin Li nodded: "Senior, I also know this truth, but I have finished reading all the books I brought. Is there a library here, so I can't learn a lot."

"Who said no."

The old woodcutter pointed to the back of the village:

"There is a library there, you can go and have a look, maybe you will gain something."

Qin Li bid farewell to the old woodcutter, arrived at the mountain behind the village, and found a door dug in Shishan, with the four characters "Quanzangshuku" engraved on it.

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

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

Because the chessboard is missing a bit.

It is the central star position,

Tianyuan!