Chapter 542: Completely Leaving and Entering the Realm of Refining Emptiness
After visiting several restaurants, Li Changxiao learned that there were dozens of versions of the story of the Sword Immortal and the Empress. The storyteller said everything in a serious manner, as if he had experienced it personally, and yesterday he also followed the flying sword around Dayu.
It is not difficult to guess where the story came from. Li Changxiao vaguely guessed that at this moment, a woman in the depths of the palace was proudly saying: "I like to listen, and I believe my people like to listen too."
It is a capital crime to make false comments about the emperor, but Dayu has an open-minded and well-governed people. If the story circulated among the storytellers is not investigated, it will not be a big deal.
The officials in Dayu Palace have also heard various versions, but only they know that this is not a story, but a real thing. They are even more loyal to His Majesty.
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Seeking change for 506 years.
In the winter of this year, heavy snow fell, and Li Changxiao often flew to observe the tomb in his dreams.
Wang Ruyi was in the palace, entangled in government affairs, while Li Changxiao traveled deep in the rivers and lakes, enjoying the mountains and rivers. Although the two parted early and never met again, they often talked in alternative ways during the period.
Wang Ruyi ordered people to write a story book, which was widely circulated. Only Li Changxiao knew the meaning of some of the words. In this way, the emperor's words could always reach Li Changxiao's ears.
Li Changxiao flew to the tomb of the God of Dreams. When he flew high, sometimes he moved the dreams of all living beings, and sometimes the pen holder who wrote the story book for Wang Ruyi would say a few words for no reason. At first, it sounded inexplicable and someone was confused, but later Wang Ruyi thought more and more that he was secretly influenced by Bai Yi.
After a few times, they were thousands of miles apart, and they communicated for a long time.
In recent years, Wang Ruyi has made drastic changes to make Dayu prosperous. He has also made steady progress in the matter of incense, neither rushing for success and immediately destroying temples and abolishing incense, nor being conservative and stagnant, but establishing laws to restrict and improve step by step.
The emperor was also playful, such as issuing a decree or solving a problem, and felt proud and proud, so he showed off to Li Changxiao, who was wandering in the rivers and lakes and hiding somewhere. Li Changxiao often visited folk restaurants and listened to the stories. After understanding her meaning, Wang Ruyi heard words of praise from the pen holder the next day.
But the pen holder didn't know the reason, and only thought that it was because he wrote too late last night and had a strange dream, which led to his distraction when he met His Majesty today, and he said inexplicable nonsense and was terrified.
He was in a panic because of the loss of etiquette in front of the palace, but he always saw His Majesty, giggling with his hands covering his mouth, shaking his body, his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and he was very happy.
The conversation between the two indirectly made the pen holder who wrote the story book for Wang Ruyi suffer. In the past few years, Wang Ruyi's political achievements have been prominent, and what he did has benefited the people and the country, but Li Changxiao has not been idle.
The dream of the mausoleum at night is just a daily trivial matter. During the day, he walked up and down Dayu step by step, went to the poor mountains and bad waters, and went to the deep pools and uninhabited places.
He went to great lengths, not for anything else, just to find out the last hidden danger of Dayu... the prehistoric beast.
The four mountain gods, the two-headed tiger of the East God, the blue sky python of the North God...
Those powerful beasts, the real incense gods, were found, approached, killed, and bled by Li Changxiao in silence and in dreams.
The blood flowed into a river.
No one knew about this achievement, and no one asked about it. Li Changxiao didn't tell anyone. He once promised that one day, he would kill all the immortals in the mountains and the gods in the temples, so that Wang Ruyi would return him a prosperous era.
He did so, and the people of Dayu didn't even know that he had been here, and there was no need to know. In the past few years, the Four Gods, the Twelve Mountain Gods, and countless small gods under them, or the real bodies of beasts, or people and animals, were all swept away by him one by one.
The blood stained on the Qingping sword was more than enough to fill the river. Li Changxiao deserved to be the most contradictory person. His great way should be to observe the dreams of the world and wander between truth and falsehood, without being stained with killing and committing murder. He should be the most carefree and happy person in the world.
However, wherever he passed, there was always blood flowing into a river. Good and bad people seemed to die under his sword in the end. Although he did not prove his way by killing, he had proved his way by killing.
When the heavy snow was falling.
There was a dead beast lying dead by the frozen lake. Li Changxiao squatted by the lake and washed the sword with frozen lake water. Half of his white clothes were stained with blood, which was a bit smelly, a bit ferocious, and a bit helpless.
After faking the blood, Li Changxiao looked up at the sky. It was covered with snow and everything was wrapped in silver. He inserted Qingping into the scabbard, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded.
This winter.
He slaughtered all the immortals and beasts in Dayu and fulfilled his promise. At the same time, he understood the Dream Dao Tomb, and realized everything about truth and falsehood, destiny, disaster and blessing, and dreams.
Thinking about it before and after...
It seems that it’s time to leave completely.
Li Changxiao sighed lightly, the heat brushed across his frosted eyelashes, and there were a few snow spots on his shoulders. He walked towards the outside of Dayu.
Only a line of footprints that seemed to be there and not there was left.
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Wang Ruyi’s pen holder was summoned to the palace to write the story. She had a new idea. Wang Ruyi was wearing an imperial skirt and paced back and forth, thinking about how to arrange the white-clothed poem.
She said a sentence, and the pen holder wrote a sentence. Occasionally, the pen holder pointed out the inappropriateness, and then polished it on this basis. From time to time, a few poems from the sky were written to suit the occasion. Only at this time could the cold-faced, money-hungry, and extravagant empress be seen to relax a little and become more lively and agile.
But when he was talking about excitement, the pen holder lost his manners in front of the palace again and said something stupid, which seemed to be the word "goodbye"? She couldn't remember clearly, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. Although he lost his manners in front of the palace, it was not the first time. In recent years, it happened several times a month, and it happened several times in half a month.
After each loss of manners, the emperor was not disgusted but happy, and his mood was obviously better. After a while, the pen holder almost became a favorite minister, but he had no real power. Only he knew the embarrassment. This time, the pen holder was afraid, but he was not afraid.
But when she secretly raised her head and observed the emperor, she saw that the emperor was out of character, his body trembled slightly, and he did not become happy.
"You... go down first." Wang Ruyi sat down and stopped.
The pen holder could not figure out the reason.
But since then, she has never had strange dreams again, and she has never lost her manners in front of the palace again. She was secretly happy, but she saw that the emperor was sometimes sad and sometimes unhappy.
Look at the snow falling outside the window.
Wang Ruyi sighed, this time, he was gone for good.
The immortals in the mountains and the gods in the temples have all been eliminated.
It’s his turn now, to return the people of the world, and to usher in a prosperous era.
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Seeking change for five hundred and seven years.
Li Changxiao wants to enter the realm of refining emptiness.