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Since then, a long, long time has passed.

It has been so long that the Chu Dynasty has grown into a giant, so long that history has become a legend, so long that those memories and feelings have long lost their color in the washing of time, and so long that the psychic technology that once existed only in conception has left the temple and flown into the homes of ordinary people.

But no matter how long it has been, there are always some things that are eternal, such as the scorching sun in the sky, and the ideals in people's minds.

This is a story that happened one morning after the constitutional monarchy of the Great Chu.

As soon as the sky was bright, the majestic and towering Chu Palace was already busy. The eunuchs and palace maids were busy running around. The palace maids in the laundry room threw clothes into the clothes cleaner; the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen took out the spiritual rice from the storage ring and stewed porridge with Dan fire; the palace maids in the Chuxiu Palace watched "The Voice of Great Chu" with relish using the cloud mirror; the carpenter in the Carpenter Bureau rose from the ground and sneezed on the home flying magic weapon...

This was an ordinary morning in the Great Chu Palace.

However, in the Qianqing Palace where the emperor lived, there was an eerie silence.

Wang Defu, the chief eunuch, looked tiredly at the empty dragon bed, sighed heavily, and asked the young eunuch on duty with a dark face: "Where is His Majesty?"

The young eunuch was not afraid of the chief eunuch's dark face, and said with a smile: "His Majesty has left the palace."

"Where did you go?"

"To find Master Su."

"... Tell the imperial kitchen not to cook for His Majesty at noon." Wang Defu had a headache, "His Majesty will not come back until dark."

...

"Good news, good news! Storage space, ten acres of storage space, now only ten taels of silver!"

"Tearful sale! Buy a cloud mirror now and get a bag of spiritual rice!"

"Take a look, take a look, the pure-blooded grassland horse from the northern frontier!"

Emperor Lingwu Han Que wore cloth clothes and walked naturally in the middle of the market, just like an ordinary citizen.

Since he mastered the use of shrinking the earth into an inch, he often went out of the palace to play like this. Later, he was lucky enough to meet Master Su who was telling fortunes on the street. From then on, he left the palace every few days to listen to the master's stories.

Speaking of Master Su Jian, he was a famous figure in their Great Chu. Even children on the street were familiar with the story - how the two proud sons of the Buddhist sect and the Taoist sect helped Chu Taizu establish this country in the midst of wind and rain has been circulated in this country for five hundred years.

Now, five hundred years later, this history has become a mythical legend passed down by word of mouth. Together with the two immortals who suddenly appeared, they were enshrined on the altar and worshipped by later generations.

In this story, there are handsome blue-clothed immortals, compassionate yellow-clothed Zen masters, magnificent stories and lingering wine, vicious enemies, and a desolate and fragmented dynasty.

At the end of the story, the immortals and the Zen master drove away the invaders, assisted Chu Taizu Ping Kangdi in establishing the Chu State, and then quietly left and never appeared again.

The people said that the immortals were appointed as immortal officials by the Emperor of Heaven because of their contributions to the country, and they would always bless them in heaven, and from then on, Daliang would have good weather and prosperity.

This is of course just the good wishes of the simple people. As a descendant of Taizu, Han Que knew the truth himself-the two immortals did not go to heaven, but lived on earth. So he could bother Master Su from time to time. The only regret is that Master Le Jing had passed away two hundred years ago, and now he can only piece together the Zen master's voice and smile from Master Su's words.

But Han Que also knew that it was understandable for the people to think so. After all, the development of Da Chu has been too smooth in recent years. Even if there are occasional twists and turns, they will soon turn danger into safety. Since the New World was incorporated into the territory two hundred years ago, there has been no war in the past hundred years.

During these five hundred years, the power of the Chu State has been growing day by day, and the people have been rich and happy. The ancient book recorded that "the old have a place to live, the strong have a place to work, the young have a place to grow, and the widowed, the lonely, the disabled and the sick are all taken care of" has become a reality.

The grassland tribes that had been eyeing the Central Plains dynasty had long become part of the Chu State. Two hundred years ago, Emperor Xuan of Chu established the northern grassland as an ethnic autonomous region, and appointed Han officials and tribal leaders as the chief and deputy administrative officials to jointly manage the grassland tribes.

A hundred years ago, Emperor Ming of Chu and the demon tribe signed a treaty of peaceful coexistence and non-aggression, and set aside a special administrative region for the demon tribe to live in, and implemented one country, two systems within the administrative region to reconcile the contradictions between the demon tribe and the human race to the greatest extent. With the unswerving efforts of successive emperors, the demon tribe has gradually recognized its identity as the Chu demon and has a sense of belonging to the Chu State.

When Han Que was the emperor, 1/10 of the civil and military officials in the court were demons. A few days ago, several demon officials were still clamoring to abolish the policy of giving extra points to the demons in the imperial examinations: they believed that this special care was a naked discrimination against the demons as a whole - "Do you understand what it means to be born and raised by nature? We demons are born knowing and smart! We don't need the sympathy and charity of you humans!" - said a certain leopard spirit, the Minister of War, who did not want to reveal his name.

In recent years, since some time ago, more and more human cultivators have appeared in the world, accepting disciples, teaching, practicing medicine, disaster relief, rainmaking... This has also set off a craze for cultivating the truth among the whole people. Not only did the descendants of the Chu royal family start practicing from a young age, but even ordinary people with a few extra money would send their children to the immortal sect to learn a few tricks to strengthen their bodies.

Thanks to the popularity of hybrid spiritual rice and spiritual fertilizer, the Chu State was able to feed so many people, and the Great Chu State was able to last for 500 years and continue to exist for countless years in the future.

But the power of the Chu royal family was destined to become smaller and smaller, and finally it could only be reduced to a superficial symbol.

Since the constitutional monarchy a hundred years ago, the emperor of the Chu State had no real power. Han Que played the roles of mascot and repeater most of the time. Facing the chaos in the court, he could only smile and say: "My dear, what you said makes sense." "This dear also makes sense." "Me? I have no opinion, I listen to you." "How about we vote by raising our hands?" - It can be said that this emperor was very frustrated.

So it's no wonder that Han Que went out of the palace to play every few days.

As for kidnapping and assassination...

Are you kidding?

Let’s not talk about Han Que himself being a Jindan-stage cultivator with countless magic weapons on him, just say that he is not worth being kidnapped and assassinated at all (shocked voice)

He dared to say that if he was kidnapped today, the Prime Minister would strongly condemn the murderer and launch a rescue tomorrow, while quickly establishing a new emperor to express the empire’s tough stance of not accepting threats - this kind of thing has happened in the history of the Chu State. So it is more reliable for assassins to kidnap and assassinate the Prime Minister than to kidnap and assassinate him.

But Han Que has no complaints about this, after all, he can see that this is better for the country and the people. Moreover, he doesn’t have to worry about food and clothing now, and he doesn’t have to manage things. He just needs to eat, drink and have fun every day. How comfortable is such a life!

Last time, Master Su told him about the Northern Expedition during the Xuan Emperor period. This time, he should tell him about the Age of Exploration during the Ming Emperor period, right? Thinking about it, I’m a little excited!

Han Que looked around curiously at the shops selling goods, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind. He heard a sentence inadvertently: "Take a look, take a look, the authentic mermaid silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, not wet in water, natural and pollution-free!"

Since the mermaid country sank to the bottom of the sea three hundred years ago, there has been no trace of mermaids in the country, and mermaid silk has completely become a legend. Now there are still scammers who dare to cheat people under the banner of mermaid silk?

Han Que turned his head inadvertently, and then his expression was shocked. He stopped in front of the store selling mermaid silk in astonishment. The passionate seller of mermaid silk was a sloppy young man. He looked only about twenty years old, dyed with the popular yellow hair, and was no different from the ruffians who often wandered on the street.

Han Que stuttered, "You, you, you...why are you here?"

The young man rolled his eyes, "First of all, I didn't call you you, and secondly, why can't I be here? I've abdicated, and you're not allowed to be laid off and find a job again?"

Han Que curled his lips in his heart, thinking that even if you abdicated, you are still the emperor of the demon clan, how can you find a job again? But he didn't dare to show any disrespect on his face - this guy looks young but is an old guy from the same era as Chu Taizu. He laughed dryly and gave a thumbs up, closed his eyes and blew rainbow farts: "Your Majesty the Demon King is so dedicated to his work and loves labor. He is really a role model for our emperor world!"

The young man glanced at Han Que, who was dressed as a commoner, and teased: "Are you sneaking out to play again?"

Han Que nodded, and didn't shy away from it. He said frankly: "I came to find Master Su to listen to his stories."

The young man smiled : "You are in luck. Su Jian is not here. He went fishing by the moat."

He looked at the bleak appearance of his house with few visitors, pouted his lips in depression, and muttered softly: "It's really unbearable. I am the only one selling real things on this street." He looked up at the little emperor who was standing there with eager eyes, wanting to leave but not daring to, and grinned: "Let's go. I have nothing to do anyway, so I can go with you to find Su Jian."

When Han Que walked to the river bank, Master Su was surrounded by a group of chattering children.

"Brother, where did Venerable Le Jing go in the end?"

"The Venerable's Dharma name is Yongming, don't call him by his name!"

"Did he become a high official in heaven?"

"He is a Buddhist, he must have gone to the Western Paradise to accompany the Buddha!"

Su Jian was having a headache because of these little guys' noises. When he looked up, he saw two people who were watching the joke not far away. He waved his hand unhappily: "Kun Huo, what are you still standing there for? Come and help me!"

The young man, Kun Huo, had seen enough jokes, and finally came over with mercy. He put on a ferocious face to scare away these noisy little guys, and didn't forget to laugh at him: "You talk too much!"

Su Jian rubbed his forehead with a headache, and suddenly asked: "Do you regret it?"

Kun Huo shrugged, "What is there to regret? My life now is happier than when I was the Demon King."

Su Jian looked at the young man's nonchalant look, and finally concealed a sigh on his lips.

The life experience of his friend was bizarre beyond his imagination.

Although he was a demon king of noble blood, he was betrayed by his subordinates and was seriously injured. He could only be reborn as a dog. Later, he regained his memory of his past life and endured hardships for hundreds of years before regaining the throne. However, he abdicated to his younger generation the year before last and then traveled around the world.

This broad-minded state of mind is not something that ordinary people can have.

Su Jian chuckled, and his eyes suddenly fell into silence, "I miss him a little."

Kun Huo yawned nonchalantly, "Don't worry, even if he goes to another world, with his personality, he will definitely live well."

Su Jian laughed: "That's right." He looked at the calm lake with a longing look on his face: "Another world... I wonder what it would be like?" He stretched: "I'm suddenly a little jealous of that kid."

Han Que listened to the two of them talking, and suddenly had a vague guess in his mind.

They are probably talking about Zen Master Yongming, right?

Although Zen Master Yongming passed away two hundred years ago, Han Que always felt that Zen Master Yongming was faking his death, because how could such a brilliant person die so easily?

Now listening to them, Zen Master Yongming seems to have gone to another world?

Thinking about the expanding population in the country, Han Que suddenly had a bold idea. He couldn't help but interrupt and asked: "Master, how can I go to another world?"

If it is possible to exchange resources with another world (if not, rob him!), then Da Chu will not only not have a food crisis for a long time in the future, but may also be able to carry out another psychic revolution! If he can promote the exploration (colonization) of the other world, he will definitely be remembered in history and become a role model for the emperor!

...When the prime minister can no longer control him, he can abdicate and go to the other world to play!

Su Jian met the little emperor's suddenly bright eyes and answered honestly: "First, you need to die once."

Han Que: ? ? ?

Su Jian smiled and looked at Kun Huo, and both saw a mischievous look in each other's eyes.

They didn't lie.

Their friend did say that before committing suicide. Speaking of which, that person is really cold-hearted. He was willing to abandon their careers and leave on his own.

But Su Jian actually envied Le Jing's free and easy attitude. After all, although it is peaceful now, it is also very boring. He has been busy with state affairs these years, and his cultivation has improved very slowly. It seems that he has to practice diligently again. When his cultivation is improved and he ascends to the immortal class in broad daylight, I wonder if he can break through time and space and travel to the other world? I wonder if I can still meet Le Jing by then?

The sun made Kunhuo feel lazy all over. He yawned and thought of the iron days of blood and fire, destruction and rebirth, iron horses and ice rivers.

And now, peace has come.

The world is stable and the years are quiet. He is no longer the demon king, but just a traveler.

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, because it will affect the reading, this extra chapter will not be inserted until Chapter 96. I will insert an irresponsible extra chapter in the empty chapter of 96. The next world is the interstellar era that I have been thinking about! Le Jing is going to start making movies to reproduce the earth civilization! Gentlemen, I am so excited! ! !

I will learn from the lessons of this copy and master the rhythm in the next copy! There is a big problem with the rhythm of my copy. This is a defect in my writing ability, so the next copy should be detailed and concise, and write quickly while speeding up the rhythm. I hope I can do it_(:з”∠)_

Make a movie in the interstellar era to reproduce the ancient civilization of the earth