An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
"yes!"
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
Is that a bell
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
When sitting on the throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in his heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
Somewhat baffling, isn't it
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler and a dictator.
But soon, he was entangled in trivial matters again. Every day he sat on that throne, reading the memorials, listening to the reports, distinguishing which ones were true and which ones were lies, and then made judgments and made arrangements. Everything needs to be solved by him personally, and all his time is devoted to dealing with it.
It was another early morning. An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sun rising in the distance. He raised his hand and pinched his forehead. Then his heart moved again... What on earth have I forgotten
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the feeling that he had forgotten something appeared every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
The immortals who went to the human world were still accustomed to being aloof and did not take killing seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Practitioners who came from the human world were prepared to enjoy and enslave others because they were accustomed to suffering. Such people were also killed by An Zheng.
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
An Zheng shook his head and told himself not to think about other things for the time being. He had to make changes. First of all, we must break all the so-called rules set by the Qinglian Emperor before, so that no one in the Immortal Palace can absorb the vitality of the mortal world.
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
An Zheng looked at the group of people below, knowing in his heart that these were all untrue, but if he only relied on his eyes to distinguish them, he would not see any falsehood.
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
“How long does what last?”
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
“Tiredness is contagious.”
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
When sitting on the throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in his heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.
Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler and a dictator.
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
“Tiredness is contagious.”
An Zheng shook his head and told himself not to think about other things for the time being. He had to make changes. First of all, we must break all the so-called rules set by the Qinglian Emperor before, so that no one in the Immortal Palace can absorb the vitality of the mortal world.
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
He looked at Zi Luo: "How long do you think An Zheng can last?"
After An Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go and always felt that he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to the main hall. Because those people have no idea what rules to make. They have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their ideas are completely Qinglian's.
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
"Tell me all the rules established when Qinglian was in power."
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
I don't know how much time passed. After An Zheng finished processing the memorial submitted by the people below, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, his heart moved. He felt that he had forgotten something.
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
"Tell me all the rules established when Qinglian was in power."
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
For a whole day, An Zheng didn't do anything else. He just read the code and selected unfair ones. Then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. An Zheng was dizzy after reading it, and his heart was filled with confusion. The anger is getting stronger and stronger.
An Zheng gave the order, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which seemed to be at least a foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the code that Emperor Qinglian... formulated by Qinglian. All are here."
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
Is that a bell
After An Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go and always felt that he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to the main hall. Because those people have no idea what rules to make. They have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their ideas are completely Qinglian's.
Did I forget something
"Tell me all the rules established when Qinglian was in power."
An Zheng groaned and looked at the foot-thick code. How obsessed with power is this person that he would come up with such a thick code all by himself
“Tiredness is contagious.”
"Look at him now, he will soon become the same person as Qinglian."
"Abolish them all!"
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
"who?"
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
Did I forget something
An Zheng groaned and looked at the foot-thick code. How obsessed with power is this person that he would come up with such a thick code all by himself
"yes!"
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
The days went on like this, and the Immortal Palace was in order under An Zheng's management. As for the human world under the Immortal Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the restriction between the human world and the Immortal Palace. Anyone who has reached this level of cultivation can enter the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal must take turns to come down to the human world to maintain order.
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
“How long does what last?”
For a whole day, An Zheng didn't do anything else. He just read the code and selected unfair ones. Then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. An Zheng was dizzy after reading it, and his heart was filled with confusion. The anger is getting stronger and stronger.
"Yes!"
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
When, when, when, when...
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
The noise below quickly stretched his patience to the limit, and he suddenly grabbed the code and threw it out.
"yes!"
The noise below quickly stretched his patience to the limit, and he suddenly grabbed the code and threw it out.
When, when, when, when...
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
day to day.
These people have been with Qinglian for too many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. An Zheng must change these people. This is a matter that is even more heart-wrenching and distressing than being legalized. Once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.
"Abolish them all!"
"Abolish them all!"
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was hoarse. After almost a day and a night without rest, An Zheng felt like he was going to explode while looking at those disgusting laws with all his concentration.
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
"Tell me all the rules established when Qinglian was in power."
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
An Zheng gave the order, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which seemed to be at least a foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the code that Emperor Qinglian... formulated by Qinglian. All are here."
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
“How long does what last?”
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
"yes!"
"Abolish them all!"
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
An Zheng waved his hand: "I'm tired. You guys come and make the rules. Let me see what you think about. Just one thing... it must be fair and righteous."
He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving. He will continue to have his big dream, and you will continue to have your big dream. You two are too tired, and I don't want to get close at all."
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
"Who else could it be?"
After An Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go and always felt that he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to the main hall. Because those people have no idea what rules to make. They have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their ideas are completely Qinglian's.
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was hoarse. After almost a day and a night without rest, An Zheng felt like he was going to explode while looking at those disgusting laws with all his concentration.
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
At night, An Zheng watched the immortals leave, then lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest for a while. He felt like he finally fell asleep, but then he started dreaming. There were many vague figures in the dream, which seemed to be walking back and forth in front of me. There seemed to be a few people shouting, but they didn't know what they were shouting.
Did I forget something
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
These people have been with Qinglian for too many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. An Zheng must change these people. This is a matter that is even more heart-wrenching and distressing than being legalized. Once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.
"Who else could it be?"
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
When sitting on the throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in his heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
day to day.
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
"Yes!"
I don't know how much time passed. After An Zheng finished processing the memorial submitted by the people below, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, his heart moved. He felt that he had forgotten something.
I don't know how much time passed. After An Zheng finished processing the memorial submitted by the people below, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, his heart moved. He felt that he had forgotten something.
An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the feeling that he had forgotten something appeared every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.
"Yes!"
"who?"
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
But soon, he was entangled in trivial matters again. Every day he sat on that throne, reading the memorials, listening to the reports, distinguishing which ones were true and which ones were lies, and then made judgments and made arrangements. Everything needs to be solved by him personally, and all his time is devoted to dealing with it.
An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was hoarse. After almost a day and a night without rest, An Zheng felt like he was going to explode while looking at those disgusting laws with all his concentration.
"who?"
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
It was another early morning. An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sun rising in the distance. He raised his hand and pinched his forehead. Then his heart moved again... What on earth have I forgotten
An Zheng shook his head and told himself not to think about other things for the time being. He had to make changes. First of all, we must break all the so-called rules set by the Qinglian Emperor before, so that no one in the Immortal Palace can absorb the vitality of the mortal world.
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
When, when, when, when...
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler and a dictator.
An Zheng gave the order, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which seemed to be at least a foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the code that Emperor Qinglian... formulated by Qinglian. All are here."
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the feeling that he had forgotten something appeared every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.
An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the feeling that he had forgotten something appeared every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.
"Yes!"
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
“Tiredness is contagious.”
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
The days went on like this, and the Immortal Palace was in order under An Zheng's management. As for the human world under the Immortal Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the restriction between the human world and the Immortal Palace. Anyone who has reached this level of cultivation can enter the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal must take turns to come down to the human world to maintain order.
An Zheng shook his head and told himself not to think about other things for the time being. He had to make changes. First of all, we must break all the so-called rules set by the Qinglian Emperor before, so that no one in the Immortal Palace can absorb the vitality of the mortal world.
The days went on like this, and the Immortal Palace was in order under An Zheng's management. As for the human world under the Immortal Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the restriction between the human world and the Immortal Palace. Anyone who has reached this level of cultivation can enter the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal must take turns to come down to the human world to maintain order.
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
An Zheng gave the order, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which seemed to be at least a foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the code that Emperor Qinglian... formulated by Qinglian. All are here."
The noise below quickly stretched his patience to the limit, and he suddenly grabbed the code and threw it out.
The immortals who went to the human world were still accustomed to being aloof and did not take killing seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Practitioners who came from the human world were prepared to enjoy and enslave others because they were accustomed to suffering. Such people were also killed by An Zheng.
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
An Zheng's life is a cycle of reading memorials, making judgments and killing people every day.
Did I forget something
An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was hoarse. After almost a day and a night without rest, An Zheng felt like he was going to explode while looking at those disgusting laws with all his concentration.
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."
These people have been with Qinglian for too many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. An Zheng must change these people. This is a matter that is even more heart-wrenching and distressing than being legalized. Once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
"Abolish them all!"
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
An Zheng gave the order, and immediately someone came up with a large thick book in both hands, which seemed to be at least a foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of An Zheng, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Emperor, this is the code that Emperor Qinglian... formulated by Qinglian. All are here."
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
Xuanyuan stretched out: "I have overturned all the rules set by Qinglian a long time ago. Now there happens to be someone who helps me do all these things. Why don't I watch?"
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
"who?"
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
Xuanyuan: "Of course I want to, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, rest regularly, eat regularly, and walk and drink tea regularly. I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to endure it. I want to make progress at that time. When the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him."
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
"Who else could it be?"
Zi Luo: "I feel that every day of my life is very serious."
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
The immortals who went to the human world were still accustomed to being aloof and did not take killing seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Practitioners who came from the human world were prepared to enjoy and enslave others because they were accustomed to suffering. Such people were also killed by An Zheng.
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
Zi Luo: "I feel that every day of my life is very serious."
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
The days went on like this, and the Immortal Palace was in order under An Zheng's management. As for the human world under the Immortal Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the restriction between the human world and the Immortal Palace. Anyone who has reached this level of cultivation can enter the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal must take turns to come down to the human world to maintain order.
Did I forget something
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
When, when, when, when...
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
day to day.
“How long does what last?”
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
He looked at Zi Luo: "How long do you think An Zheng can last?"
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
Zi Luo: "I feel that every day of my life is very serious."
After An Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go and always felt that he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to the main hall. Because those people have no idea what rules to make. They have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their ideas are completely Qinglian's.
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
These people have been with Qinglian for too many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. An Zheng must change these people. This is a matter that is even more heart-wrenching and distressing than being legalized. Once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.
The days went on like this, and the Immortal Palace was in order under An Zheng's management. As for the human world under the Immortal Palace, it has gained great freedom. An Zheng opened the restriction between the human world and the Immortal Palace. Anyone who has reached this level of cultivation can enter the Immortal Palace, and the Immortal must take turns to come down to the human world to maintain order.
Zi Luo: "I feel that every day of my life is very serious."
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
“How long does what last?”
For a whole day, An Zheng didn't do anything else. He just read the code and selected unfair ones. Then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. An Zheng was dizzy after reading it, and his heart was filled with confusion. The anger is getting stronger and stronger.
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
After An Zheng finished speaking, he stood up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go and always felt that he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to the main hall. Because those people have no idea what rules to make. They have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and their ideas are completely Qinglian's.
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
"Look at him now, he will soon become the same person as Qinglian."
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
Xuanyuan stretched out: "I have overturned all the rules set by Qinglian a long time ago. Now there happens to be someone who helps me do all these things. Why don't I watch?"
"who?"
"Who else could it be?"
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
"yes!"
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
Xuanyuan stretched out: "I have overturned all the rules set by Qinglian a long time ago. Now there happens to be someone who helps me do all these things. Why don't I watch?"
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
When sitting on the throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in his heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
"Abolish them all!"
Xuanyuan stretched out: "I have overturned all the rules set by Qinglian a long time ago. Now there happens to be someone who helps me do all these things. Why don't I watch?"
He looked at Zi Luo: "How long do you think An Zheng can last?"
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
Xuanyuan smiled: "But like this, how long do you think he can hold on?"
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
An Zheng's life is a cycle of reading memorials, making judgments and killing people every day.
"Yes!"
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
“How long does what last?”
Xuanyuan: "Of course I want to, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, rest regularly, eat regularly, and walk and drink tea regularly. I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to endure it. I want to make progress at that time. When the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him."
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
It was another early morning. An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sun rising in the distance. He raised his hand and pinched his forehead. Then his heart moved again... What on earth have I forgotten
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
But soon, he was entangled in trivial matters again. Every day he sat on that throne, reading the memorials, listening to the reports, distinguishing which ones were true and which ones were lies, and then made judgments and made arrangements. Everything needs to be solved by him personally, and all his time is devoted to dealing with it.
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
“Tiredness is contagious.”
He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving. He will continue to have his big dream, and you will continue to have your big dream. You two are too tired, and I don't want to get close at all."
Xuanyuan stretched out: "I have overturned all the rules set by Qinglian a long time ago. Now there happens to be someone who helps me do all these things. Why don't I watch?"
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
At night, An Zheng watched the immortals leave, then lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest for a while. He felt like he finally fell asleep, but then he started dreaming. There were many vague figures in the dream, which seemed to be walking back and forth in front of me. There seemed to be a few people shouting, but they didn't know what they were shouting.
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
“Tiredness is contagious.”
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
Xuanyuan took a sip of tea and said: "You are different from me. You have no desires or demands. Unless you are a Taoist priest, no one else can influence you. But I can't. I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret realm, even if So what if it’s a secret realm? Neither you nor I are a tool for others to practice, so I made the same choice as you and handed over my status to An Zheng.”
Xuanyuan: "Of course I want to, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, rest regularly, eat regularly, and walk and drink tea regularly. I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to endure it. I want to make progress at that time. When the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him."
"who?"
"Abolish them all!"
He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving. He will continue to have his big dream, and you will continue to have your big dream. You two are too tired, and I don't want to get close at all."
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
They surrendered and knelt there, as if there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler and a dictator.
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
“Tiredness is contagious.”
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
"who?"
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
day to day.
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
For a whole day, An Zheng didn't do anything else. He just read the code and selected unfair ones. Then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. An Zheng was dizzy after reading it, and his heart was filled with confusion. The anger is getting stronger and stronger.
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
Did I forget something
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
These people have been with Qinglian for too many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. An Zheng must change these people. This is a matter that is even more heart-wrenching and distressing than being legalized. Once An Zheng falls into it, he can only sink into it.
"Who else could it be?"
An Zheng asked himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the feeling that he had forgotten something appeared every day. Inexplicably, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.
Xuanyuan: "Of course I want to, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, rest regularly, eat regularly, and walk and drink tea regularly. I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to endure it. I want to make progress at that time. When the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him."
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
At night, An Zheng watched the immortals leave, then lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest for a while. He felt like he finally fell asleep, but then he started dreaming. There were many vague figures in the dream, which seemed to be walking back and forth in front of me. There seemed to be a few people shouting, but they didn't know what they were shouting.
Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand, you will never understand."
Did I forget something
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
When, when, when, when...
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
“How long does what last?”
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
Gradually, An Zheng became familiar with this kind of life and began to adapt to it. Because those immortals couldn't stand it, An Zheng had to take care of everything by himself, and he had to complete everything by himself, no matter how big or small. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the minds of these so-called immortals.
An Zheng sat up suddenly, looked at the memorials piled on the table and frowned slightly.
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
An Zheng became more and more confused. He was surrounded by a large group of so-called immortals and entered a huge hall. Then he was pushed onto the throne and put on a particularly glorious and gorgeous brocade dress.
He looked at Zi Luo: "How long do you think An Zheng can last?"
Everyone stood up and exited in a polite manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was so quiet that people felt panicked. An Zheng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. This feeling was inexplicable, and An Zheng quickly focused his attention on the code.
At night, An Zheng watched the immortals leave, then lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest for a while. He felt like he finally fell asleep, but then he started dreaming. There were many vague figures in the dream, which seemed to be walking back and forth in front of me. There seemed to be a few people shouting, but they didn't know what they were shouting.
An Zheng waved his hand: "I'm tired. You guys come and make the rules. Let me see what you think about. Just one thing... it must be fair and righteous."
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
Did I forget something
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
Xuanyuan: "I don't mean that the personality becomes the same, but the way they do things. They don't trust others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do anything else. Qing Why was Lian killed so easily by An Zheng? Because he had been wasted for three thousand years."
An Zheng gave the order, and no one below questioned it. Everyone knelt down and accepted An Zheng's instructions. A servant trotted over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
An Zheng's frown deepened, as this feeling had appeared much less frequently recently. This kind of thought used to come up many times every day, but now it only appears once every few days. An Zheng could never remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
It was still the same in the following days. An Zheng spent almost all of his time sitting on the throne every day and almost never left. He sat there, either immersed in official duties, or sitting up straight and listening to the reports of the immortals. Time passed very quickly, and the sun and the moon seemed to alternate in front of him.
Is that a bell
Zi Luo: "Maybe it's much longer than Qinglian. Why... do you want to take the throne back?"
An Zheng groaned and looked at the foot-thick code. How obsessed with power is this person that he would come up with such a thick code all by himself
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
“Tiredness is contagious.”
Did I forget something
Zi Luo: "No, they are different."
The immortals who went to the human world were still accustomed to being aloof and did not take killing seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Practitioners who came from the human world were prepared to enjoy and enslave others because they were accustomed to suffering. Such people were also killed by An Zheng.
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
An Zheng: "You all, please step back and let me see for myself."
"Look at him now, he will soon become the same person as Qinglian."
An Zheng raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window, then shook his head: "I have not forgotten anything. I am doing what I should do every day. I am changing the world, I am formulating a new order, this is me Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
"yes!"
He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving. He will continue to have his big dream, and you will continue to have your big dream. You two are too tired, and I don't want to get close at all."
"Yes!"
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."
The immortals who went to the human world were still accustomed to being aloof and did not take killing seriously, so An Zheng killed those immortals. Practitioners who came from the human world were prepared to enjoy and enslave others because they were accustomed to suffering. Such people were also killed by An Zheng.
"Yes!"
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.
The middle-aged man holding the pagoda in his hand lowered his head and said: "Whether it is the fairy palace or the human world, there must be no rules for a day."
Did I forget something
Did I forget something
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."
He looked at Zi Luo: "How long do you think An Zheng can last?"
An Zheng looked at the group of people below, knowing in his heart that these were all untrue, but if he only relied on his eyes to distinguish them, he would not see any falsehood.
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
"Yes!"
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
His eyes were not firm, but this feeling of forgetting something rarely appeared anymore.
An Zheng's life is a cycle of reading memorials, making judgments and killing people every day.
Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler and a dictator.
Zi Luo left such words, then pulled up her shoes and walked away lazily.
An Zheng suddenly became the Immortal Emperor, the only Immortal Emperor in this Immortal Palace. The group of people kneeling down below had sincere expressions on their faces, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. They quickly accepted the fact that An Zheng was their only master, and quickly stepped into their roles.
"All the rules Qinglian made before are invalid."
"Emperor, since the old code has been abolished, please formulate a new code."
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
For a whole day, An Zheng didn't do anything else. He just read the code and selected unfair ones. Then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. An Zheng was dizzy after reading it, and his heart was filled with confusion. The anger is getting stronger and stronger.
“How long does what last?”
When, when, when, when...
Xuanyuan: "Of course I want to, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, rest regularly, eat regularly, and walk and drink tea regularly. I force myself to live the most stable life because I have to endure it. I want to make progress at that time. When the time comes, I can wait for An Zheng to surrender to me in the position of winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him."
Xuanyuan, who was resting on the mountainside, looked towards the main hall, and the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger: "It's almost... the time will be here soon."
An Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked outside, as if he heard the continuous ringing of bells.
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
After settling down, do it yourself, think about it one by one, and perfect it one by one. An Zheng took care of this matter alone for at least a month. Every day I have to argue with those immortals, and every day I think about how to make the law more fair and just.
The next morning, when the immortals poured into the hall like a tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people filing in, then continued to lower his head to look at the code.
Is that a bell
There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a very unique pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a round wooden table in the pavilion. It looks like sandalwood. It has been aged for some time and is black and purple in color.
"who?"
"yes!"
When sitting on the throne, An Zheng felt that this was not him. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in his heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.
An Zheng roared, feeling that his voice was hoarse. After almost a day and a night without rest, An Zheng felt like he was going to explode while looking at those disgusting laws with all his concentration.
Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zi Luo, who was dozing across from him: "What do you think of him?"
An Zheng waved his hand: "I'm tired. You guys come and make the rules. Let me see what you think about. Just one thing... it must be fair and righteous."
An Zheng stood up, but failed. He tried it again and his body felt strange. He lowered his head and looked... Then he discovered to his horror that his body and the throne had merged, and the throne had become a part of him.
Zi Luo: "I feel that every day of my life is very serious."
Where would he have time to sleep? There were still so many people's sufferings waiting for him to deal with.
An Zheng groaned and looked at the foot-thick code. How obsessed with power is this person that he would come up with such a thick code all by himself
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
"Oh... I heard that the only Immortal Emperor did a pretty good job. He is very decisive and resolute. He also handles all the details by himself, so I think he is much better than before."
Zi Luo: "Qinglian is evil and you are bad."
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."
An Zheng nodded solemnly: "This is what I have always wanted to do, to bring more fairness and justice to this world."