I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Long'an seven years.

January has just passed.

Emperor Long'an summoned his ministers and said that the dynasty was exhausted, and since ancient times the emperor had been occupied by wise men, so he should give way to the king of Chu.

All the officials are considerate of the superior, and all praise him for his kindness.

After three requests and three resignations, Zhou Ping'an ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, changing the country's name to Zhou.

After he ascended the throne, Emperor Long'an was granted the title of King of Anle, and the rest of the Daqing clan each received rewards. The transition was smooth with almost no experience of swordsmanship.

All the officials in the world praised His Majesty for his kindness.

The following year.

After changing the Yuan Dynasty to Ping'an, he ennobled the people of the Zhou clan, honored Zhou Yi as the Supreme Emperor, and built the Martial Arts Temple and the Holy Ancestor Temple.

…

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

In a daze, it was the sixth year of peace.

Emperor Ping'an's throne became more and more stable. The common people and officials only talked about how the Great Zhou Dynasty was doing, and no one mentioned the previous dynasty anymore, as if the Great Qing Dynasty was a very distant thing.

"It turns out that forgetting happens so quickly!"

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in the sea of ​​clouds, with the mountain wind blowing and his clothes rustling.

"Mortals have a short lifespan, but they are so forgetful. Our family has lived a long time, and we can't even forget who we are."

Thinking of this.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel vigilant. Whether it was his martial arts talent that came out of nowhere or his gradually indifferent temperament, it was unusual, as if a terrifying change was happening somewhere.

"Our family...can't forget ourselves!"

Immediately he stood up and walked down the sea of ​​clouds, stepping down the steps, one cloud lotus step at a time, back to the Holy Ancestor Palace standing on the top of the mountain.

The palace covers a radius of dozens of miles, with five steps to the first floor and ten steps to the pavilion. It is magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings. When the palace maids and chamberlains on duty saw Zhou Yi, they all kowtowed and worshiped.

This palace required 100,000 laborers and took five years to build.

"Since we are becoming more and more indifferent and don't like extravagance, then our family will do the opposite!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were silent, he came to the main hall, ordered the servant to get a blank book, picked up his pen and started writing.

"In the sixth year of peace, March 29th, the sky was clear and the air was clear. I watched the sea of ​​clouds, studied martial arts, and gained a little bit..."

Record in detail what happened yesterday, and instruct the chamberlain to place the diary in the side hall so that it can be read frequently in the future, and the character can be consolidated by restoring memory.

…

Twelve years of peace.

Autumn.

A sword light crossed the sky, fell into the palace and transformed into a human form.

"Idiot... Bah, bah, bah!"

Zhou Yi spat at him several times, "I don't worship Buddha and don't believe in Taoism. I don't know why I always call myself a poor Taoist for no reason. This is not a good habit."

"Our family has not killed any living beings for ten years, and when we actually do it, we won't feel unfamiliar at all."

Half a month ago, Emperor Ping'an went up the mountain to pray for Zhou Yi to take action and kill the Zhenbei royal family. When they were leaderless, the imperial army took advantage of the situation and marched northward.

Zhou Yi did not refuse, traveled all the way to northern Xinjiang, and split Zhenbei City in half with one sword.

"My family wanted to go to Northern Xinjiang to meet old friends and reminisce about the past, but we never expected that we would only see a tomb."

"No matter what the situation is, it will still be a pile of withered bones a hundred years later. Whether it is the King of Zhenbei or the King of Pingxi, there will only be three or two lines in the history books!"

…

Sixteen years of peace.

King Wei died of illness.

Zhou Yi heard the report from the chamberlain and opened the book in silence for a long time.

"On December 29, New Year's Eve, my brother died of illness. Only half of our family members are left in this world..."

After writing the diary, he went to the side hall. Zhou Yi looked at the stacks of books and randomly picked out a few to read.

In recent years, Zhou Yi has regarded reading diaries and recalling the past as his daily routine, and has never practiced martial arts in seclusion. However, his terrifying and weird talent has continued to increase his strength and realm.

"If this continues, our family will have to find a way to spread our energy!"

…

Peaceful twenty-three years.

The emperor collapsed.

The prince ascended the throne and established Jingping.

Emperor Jingping was a benevolent person. After he ascended the throne, he did little corvee and paid little tax, and rested with the people.

…

Jingping three years.

Qingming.

The drizzle makes people sad.

Zhou Yi held up a black paper umbrella and walked slowly on the mountain road.

"Those unscrupulous descendants of the Zhao family didn't even dare to sweep their ancestors' tombs, and they had to go to our family to pay homage... I still remember that back then, our family was highly regarded by the late emperor, and we rode horses across the rivers and lakes. In the blink of an eye, the late emperor's tomb was covered with weeds three feet tall. Taller!"

The Great Zhou Dynasty had been peaceful for more than 20 years, and the people's hearts had returned.

The descendants of the Zhao family live cautiously, fearing that they will be purged by the Zhou royal family.

The zhenqi circulated, and the pen and paper flew out of his arms and floated in the air. He held the brush in his right hand to record and write down today's tomb sweeping experience. At the end, he remembered the late emperor and lamented the changes in the world.

Zhou Yi's steps were light but his speed was extremely fast. He arrived at Baishi County at the foot of the mountain in a short time.

"I heard that the Xiaoxiang Library has opened a branch here. It just so happens that Pindao is feeling gloomy and needs to listen to soothing music..."

…

Jiaping six years.

spring.

Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep and asked the waiter next to him.

"Xiaoluzi, how many days has Pindao slept?"

"Three days have passed since I returned to the Holy Ancestor."

Xiao Luzi was respectful and could not hide his reverence in his words. In his eyes, the Great Zhou Saint Ancestor was a real god, a hundred times better than the wooden clay sculptures in the temple.

"It's actually been so long."

Zhou Yi ordered his chamberlain to fetch a few stacks of books, flip through them at will, and compare them one by one with his memory.

Looking back on the past, it was extremely boring.

Three or four hours passed by in a blink of an eye, and the diary books were thrown all over the floor, especially in recent years, there was nothing to write down. Most of them were "nothing to do today" and "listening to music" and the like.

Xiao Luzi noticed the thoughts of the Holy Ancestor and bowed: "Holy Ancestor, there is a slender girl from Mingyue Tower, who is known as the best in playing the piano in Kyoto."

Zhou Yi raised his brows, and his Taoist robe transformed into a scholar's gown.

"How dare Mingyue Tower brag like this? I must go and taste it to prevent it from deceiving consumers!"

Xiao Luzi asked in confusion: "Holy Ancestor, what is a consumer?"

"..."

Zhou Yi was stunned for a long time, shook his head and sighed, then waved his hand to signal the servant to leave.

"I'm tired today, let's go back tomorrow!"

…

Guangxi seven years.

winter.

It has been snowing heavily for three days, but the sky is still not clear.

Zishi.

When Zhou Yi came out of Chunfeng Tower, the cold wind howled by. Compared with the warmth inside the building, it seemed like he was two worlds away.

A few dark figures huddled in the corner stretched out their hands after hearing the sound, looking at Zhou Yi with dead, numb eyes, and murmured auspicious words in their mouths.

"Get out of here, get out of here..."

The guards on duty at the door did not wait for Zhou Yi to say anything, and pounced on them like vicious dogs, beating and kicking them to drive away the refugees, so as not to disturb the elegant guests.

Zhou Yi strolled on the streets and from time to time stepped on the skeletons of people who had died of cold and starvation.

"It has only been a hundred years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty. Has it already become so corrupt?"

All the way to the palace, he pulled Emperor Guangxi out of bed and broke his neck.

The status of the more than ten generations of Zhou family is no different from that of a passerby in Zhou Yi's eyes. The maids who came after hearing the news were shocked to see the emperor's death.

Zhou Yi held Emperor Guangxi's head and said coldly: "We want to be the emperor!"

After hearing this, everyone did not dare to have any objection, and they all knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

…

The next day.

Zhouyi proclaimed himself emperor and changed the Yuan Dynasty to orthodoxy.

When he first came to the throne, he went to great lengths to clean up the court, beheaded 50% of the officials, and rebuilt the East Factory with the proceeds from confiscating their homes.

Dongchang monitors the world, measures acres, and averages land.

Anyone in the world who stands in the way will be killed without mercy. Anyone who rises up will be killed violently by the leader, and it will be put down within a few days.

Zhou Yi sat on the dragon chair, his eyes changing, looking at the world through the palace gate.

It seems like nostalgia and indifference.

"I will complete what the late Emperor left unfinished!"

Ten years later.

Great Zhou Zhongxing.