God Emperor

There is a bright moon in the sky and a cool breeze at night.

Zhang Ruochen came to Xinghuantian originally because he wanted to see Bai Qing'er, but he never thought about what he would say or what he would do after meeting.

Is it a farewell?

Is it reminiscing about old times?

Or do you just want to meet?

Just like at this moment, he had no idea whether to reveal his identity immediately.

"What's your relationship with Huang Tian?" She asked suddenly.

Zhang Ruochen stared at her back and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't matter."

"Did you know that without his consent, no monk can enter Yuyuanxuan." Bai Qing'er's tone was always very calm, as light as the moonlight, without a trace of fireworks.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Didn't you just enter Yuyuanxuan?"

"Me? I will never step foot here." She said.

Zhang Ruochen frowned, as if he was understanding what she said, and then said: "No matter how strong Huangtian is, he is not the master of Yuyuanxuan. The master here is Yuyao. And I am a disciple of Yuyao . Now you know why I'm here?"

"No one will call his master by his first name."

Bai Qing'er slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of pearl-like eyes.

Even though it was not the first time Zhang Ruochen saw her, he was still amazed by her beauty, held his breath, and felt a wave of emotions.

Looking at a beautiful woman under the moon makes her even more beautiful.

Bai Qinger did not use the Hidden Heaven Technique to hide her true appearance like Zhang Ruochen did when he first met her. Nor did he use the original light to block his line of sight.

Just as she is, with a soft body and graceful grace.

Those dark eyes seem to contain endless sweet dreams that can make people sink into them.

Regardless of her powerful master, her beauty is enough to attract most of the talented people in this Yuanhui, going crazy for her and risking everything for her.

She said: "I sent people to Yun Fanxing to check. You only appeared in Linhang Inn decades ago. No one knows who you are. They only know that there is one person in Linhang Inn who will never die no matter what. Old man Zhang.”

"Old man Zhang" is a very strong word.

Zhang Ruochen remained silent.

Bai Qing'er continued: "As far as I know, the time you appeared in Yunfan Star was exactly the time a friend of mine disappeared in this star field. Is this a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er immediately confirmed her suspicion, walked towards him, carefully looked at every wrinkle on his face, and said, "Lu Yi said, you want to see me."

"My lifespan is exhausted and I don't have much time left. I really want to see you before I die." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er said: "Just a meeting?"

Zhang Ruochen looked away from her smooth jade face, looked at the bright moon, the stone bridge, and the lake, and said, "Why do you have to marry? You shouldn't marry someone just for one thing. Someone you may not like at all.”

"Is this why you want to see me? You want to stop me?"

Bai Qing'er felt aloof and said sarcastically: "You are just an old man in a mere inn in Yunfan Star, why should you stop me?"

"I just think you don't need to do this. Are you really happy like this?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"How can there be so many happy things in the world?"

Bai Qing'er was no longer as peaceful as before, and seemed to be a little angry, saying: "Do you think I am willing to do this? You know that the entire universe is undergoing great changes, and everyone, in every world, will face life and death decisions."

"Xinghuantian is located between heaven and hell, and it will only be destroyed day and night."

"If the divine city is not built, any god-level powerhouse can turn Xinghuantian into a fireball in the starry sky, killing hundreds of millions of living beings. Any great god can cause destruction to the first goddess city. sexual destruction.”

"What do you think I should do?"

"Is it like you, hiding from the world? There is no way to avoid it. Once you get involved with this world, you can no longer be alone."

"But you have a powerful master. There are very few gods who dare to take action against Xing Huantian." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er said: "Compared with the war between heaven and hell, any strong man is just a ship in the rolling torrent. The only difference is that the ship is big and small. However, no matter how big the ship is, it can't stop the torrent. Just go with the flow.”

"Besides, the height Master and the others stand on is completely different from ours. A starry sky may not have much weight in their eyes. And the path of a disciple must be walked by himself, and it is impossible for him to protect him all the time. Under the wings.”

"The enemies and challenges they will face are unimaginable to us. It is impossible to spend our energy on such small fights. Yes, for us, it is a life and death challenge, but for them it is just a small fight. Noisy."

Zhang Ruochen could understand what she said, just like with his current cultivation level, looking back at the fight between the Saint King Realm and the Great Saint Realm, was it not just a small fight?

Every monk stands at a different height and faces different challenges.

Zhang Ruochen cannot have too much energy to help Chi Kongle, Ye Luochen, Han Xue, and Chi Kunlun overcome their challenges. Just like a fisherman in the Star Sea, he cannot have too much energy to help Bai Qing'er overcome her own challenges.

Maybe one day, Chi Kongle, Ye Luochen and the others died in the starry sky battlefield, and Zhang Ruochen could only receive a letter of condolence. We can only go and help them take revenge.

Being able to avenge them is already the greatest deterrent to their enemies.

Zhang Ruochen said: "What were you talking about just now... us?"

"Yes, it's us."

Bai Qing'er's eyes became colder and sharper, full of powerful light, and said: "Turn your face over and look at me. Am I not good-looking? Am I not worthy of your looking at me for a while? You know, now Xing Huantian There are countless gods who want to look at me so close, but I won’t let them.”

Zhang Ruochen's old face turned around and looked at her.

She continued: "Even if your cultivation is abolished, your longevity is exhausted, and your life is limited, you Zhang Ruochen are still outstanding. You can kill Wu Ma Jiuxing. This is not something that any god can do. Even for me "Yet, this is also very difficult."

"You choose to hide in the world, but you just want to die in obscurity in a place no one knows. This is giving up on yourself!"

"I said, we. I just want to tell you that no one has given up on you, at least I haven't yet."

Zhang Ruochen was greatly moved. He really didn't expect Bai Qing'er to say such words. After all, in his heart, he always felt that he didn't have a deep relationship with Bai Qing'er, it was just a bad relationship.

Did he underestimate himself or underestimate her?

"As monks, the reason why we practice is to fight against death? Time wants to kill us, so I will gradually grow old. Heaven wants to kill us, so it will bring disasters to the Yuanhui. But these are not the most terrifying, Because as long as our cultivation is high enough, we can delay aging. As long as we are strong enough, the Yuanhui catastrophe cannot kill us."

"The most terrifying thing is that if the fighting spirit in the heart is gone, even if a person is still alive, it is no different from dead." Bai Qing'er said.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly: "Why don't I understand these principles? But do you know what a dying person thinks in his heart?"

Bai Qinger shook her head gently.

"He only hopes that the living people can live a better life." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qing'er said: "So you always live for others! It is your giving personality that is why Saint Monk Xumi chose you to be his successor. He thinks that you are like a monk, You can be compassionate and save all sentient beings.”

There was a long silence.

"Life and death may be inevitable, but longevity may not be impossible to recover from. Three thousand miles away from the west gate of the Goddess Clothes City, there is an abandoned temple located in the Yuhong Mountains. We will meet there at noon tomorrow. You If you want to live, come here. If you want to live in seclusion, leave tonight. I won’t tell anyone about you.”

Bai Qing'er's delicate body was soft and soft, rising with the wind, drifting into the smoke waves and disappearing.

"Dang! Dang! Dang..."

The wind blew and the bronze chime on the shelf swayed.

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting cross-legged on the bed. He walked down, opened the window, and looked at the ancient pavilion in the distance.

In the ancient pavilion, there were no people and no chimes.

Everything before was just a dream.

"What an amazing "Thirteen Chapters of Yunmeng". With my mental strength, I actually fell into her dream without even realizing it."

Zhang Ruochen understood that the reason why Bai Qing'er sneaked into his dream was to confirm his identity.

Of course, the reason why Bai Qing'er was able to force Zhang Ruochen into the dreamland was because Zhang Ruochen's mental power had been consumed a lot before, so she took advantage of it.

"Tomorrow at noon, Yuhong Mountains."

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what Bai Qing'er wanted, but he had already chosen to be born, so where could he go into seclusion? Since you can't die, you have to fight for it.

"Death is part of destiny. If you can't defeat death, how can you defeat destiny?"

Zhang Ruochen's mental state has been restored to fullness. He put on a long robe, walked out, bathed in the moonlight, and walked around the lake.

Outside Jade Yuan Pavilion, an extremely beautiful female voice sounded: "I, the goddess of the 12th Minghua Palace, Yu Qiancheng, come to pay a visit to the old gentleman."

Zhang Ruochen stopped, looked out the door, and saw a slender black shadow standing there, saying: "Come in!"

"This is Yuyuan Pavilion. It's inconvenient for me to enter. Please come out and see me." The master of Minghuafang said.

Zhang Ruochen had some doubts in his mind and wanted to ask someone, so he walked out.

The Minghua is the sacred flower of the Ming tribe. It is said to have such a wonderful fragrance that even the dead can smell its fragrance and be intoxicated by it.

Zhang Ruochen smelled this fragrance from the owner of Minghuafang.

What caught the eye was a woman with an extremely sexy figure. She was wearing a long black lace dress. Her snow-white skin was looming, like fairy ice jade. Her chest was so full that it seemed to burst open, forming a deep ravine under the lace. And her slender waist has no fat at all. Even if you don't touch it, you can feel the flexibility of her waist.

She was born in the underworld. She is charming and delicate, with sparkling red lips, but she does not look gaudy. She has a dark and evil beauty.

To be able to cultivate to become a god, one must have been a first-class proud woman of heaven, and she cannot be a gaudy person.

"You actually know I'm here?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghua Square smiled: "Although Master Yuyao is not a member of the Goddess's Twelve Squares, he often gives us guidance on how to practice. Isn't it difficult to find this place?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Tell me, why did you see me? Could it be that the White Queen asked you to come and get me?"

"The old gentleman is joking. Even Wu Ma Jiuxing died in your hands. How can Qian Cheng be able to defeat you? Besides, you are the guest of Master Yuyao, and naturally you are also the guest of Goddess Twelve Houses. Let's change places. Speak!"

The owner of Minghuafang is obviously very familiar with Weiming Manor.

Even the Holy Realm servants in the manor knew her, and when they saw her, they all knelt down and saluted.

Passing through many pavilions, we came to the foot of a fiery red ancient holy tree.

Under the tree, there are various musical instruments, all of which are made of rare materials, none of which are ordinary.

There is a nine-stringed harp made of dragon sinews and phoenix bones, a singing bell made of chaotic black gold, and a sheng made of arrow bamboo that has grown two Yuanhui...

Although it is not in use, dragons and phoenixes dance on the piano, chaos forms on the bell, and the ancient sheng exudes a majestic breath of life.

"Wow!"

The master of Minghua Square waved his slender jade fingers lightly on the strings.

Suddenly, dragons roared and phoenixes roared.

She had a divine light in her eyes and said, "Qian Cheng has never seen the musical instrument used by the old gentleman. I wonder which big world it is popular in?"

Zhang Ruochen took out the wooden binding and handed it to her.

The master of Minghuafang immediately showed a cautious look and took it with both hands.

However, after taking it, I realized that they were just two ordinary wooden sticks, one round and one square in shape.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This is something that a mortal friend of mine used during his lifetime. It is very simple and rough. It is not as exquisite or gorgeous as these instruments."

The master of Minghuafang smiled sweetly: "The way of music never lies in the instrument, but in the person who uses it. The old man can use such two ordinary pieces of wood to communicate with the way of heaven and play music like the sound of nature. What really makes Qian Cheng admire."

"Are you here to discuss music?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The master of Minghuafang nodded lightly and said: "The old gentleman defeated Wu Ma Jiuxing who had mastered the secrets of the sword with a wonderful tune. Qian Cheng was shocked and wanted to ask for advice and learn. If the old gentleman doesn't dislike it, can you Accept Qian Cheng as your disciple?"

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said: "The master is joking, you are the middle god, how can I accept you as a disciple?"

"The art of music and the cultivation of martial arts should not be confused with each other. The master is the teacher!" The master of Minghuafang is charming and charming. He is obviously a god, but he is also very humble.

Such an appearance is enough to attract the hearts of men all over the world, and they wish they could immediately agree to take her in.

certainly.

He is accepted as a disciple.

Zhang Ruochen, however, seemed puzzled, shook his head, and said, "If the workshop master didn't want to further his martial arts cultivation, how could he be so humble, come to visit, and even be a disciple?"

Master Minghuafang did not expect that the other party saw through her purpose at a glance, and said with a wry smile: "The old gentleman is right, Qian Cheng really wants to use the rhythm to communicate with the way of heaven, so as to seek the opportunity to break through to the higher gods."

The master of Minghuafang has been cultivating for 60,000 years. If he does not break through to a higher god, he will gradually start to age.

No woman really doesn't care about her appearance.

Especially the women from the Goddess Twelve Branches!

What's more, only by cultivating to the realm of a higher god can we have a chance to survive the Yuanhui catastrophe in the future.

This step is the most difficult step. If there is a chance to cross the past, Master Minghuafang is willing to pay any price.

"In the history of the Goddess Twelve Workshops, many sages of music must have been born, and countless classics must have been left behind. The master of the workshop must be able to cultivate to become a god, and his understanding must be high. Why did you abandon the basics and come to ask me for advice?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang said: "Musical instruments can be divided into eight tones. Gold, bamboo, stone, soil, leather, silk, wood, and gourd."

"Wooden musical instruments are the rarest among the eight tones, and those who are capable of Mahayana are even rarer. Although there are countless music and temperament books on the Twelve Goddess, those related to wooden musical instruments are extremely rare."

As she spoke, she took out a jade stick.

This owl is made from sacred wood, square in shape, and engraved with magnificent ghost flower patterns. The sacred tree emits a faint divine light and contains a powerful aura, and the weapon spirit has reached the realm of the Great Sage.

This is an instrument that she has refined into a supreme holy instrument!

The master of Minghuafang said: "The musical instrument that Qian Cheng is most proficient in is the pike. It has different tunes and the same effect as the old gentleman's instruments. They are both made of wood."

Zhang Ruochen completely understood and said: "So that's it, I can indeed teach you a thing or two."

The owner of Minghua Square was overjoyed and saluted quickly: "Thank you..."

"Don't thank me yet! You have to understand that if you want to get something, you must give something first." Zhang Ruochen said.

If it were another man, Minghuafang Master might still feel that the other man wanted to take advantage of her danger and take advantage of her body.

However, the old gentleman in front of him had already exhausted his lifespan and had half a foot in the coffin. He did not look like a womanizer.

She asked: "What does the old gentleman want Qian Cheng to pay?"

"I want to ask you a few things." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang became vigilant and said: "As long as it has nothing to do with the secrets of the goddess's twelve houses, Qian Cheng will definitely know everything."

"Who is the master of this place, Master Yuyao? Why do you stay in the Goddess Clothes City, but you are not a member of the Goddess's Twelve Squares?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"this……"

The owner of Minghuafang looked around with his beautiful eyes and said: "This is not a secret that cannot be told! However, the old gentleman should have a close relationship with Master Yuyao. Why don't you even know this?"

"I'm asking you a question now." Zhang Ruochen said.

The master of Minghuafang was afraid of angering Zhang Ruochen, so he quickly said: "Master Yuyao and the city lord are biological sisters, they just have different inheritance."

"Then why doesn't Yuyuanxuan allow any monks to enter?" Zhang Ruochen asked again.