"But you have to inherit my legacy and bear my karma, which means you will gain unparalleled power, but you will never find peace in your life."
The old man stared at Li Ya and said one sentence after another, his eyes were so cold.
Li Ya was frightened by his eyes. He did not answer immediately, but carefully recalled his life.
Although he has gone through ups and downs, he always feels in his heart that he is where he is today thanks to the help of others. In the first half of his life, his father protected him, and later on, Gu An protected him in another identity and taught him swordsmanship.
When can he repay these people?
Li Ya was in a dilemma.
He was afraid that he would mess up and Gu An would have to save him in the end.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the mysterious fairy on his shoulder.
This time, the magical fairy did not speak, but looked at him steadily, as if to say that this time it is up to you to decide.
Li Ya believed that the old man would not deliberately plot against him, because there was no need for it. There was a huge gap in cultivation between the two. If the old man really wanted to force him to do something, he would have no power to resist.
Just when Li Ya was hesitant, the old man turned and left.
Li Ya immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the old man's back, and shouted loudly: "Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"
The old man stopped, then slowly turned around. He looked at Li Ya and said expressionlessly: "Remember, my master's Taoist name is Jian Mie. Many people call me the Patriarch Jian Mie."
After saying that, Patriarch Jian Mie continued to leave, and Li Ya quickly stood up and kept up with him.
Li Ya couldn't hide the excitement on his face. He looked at the back of Master Sword Slayer and had many questions to ask, but he held back.
There is ample time!
After seeing Patriarch Jian Mie take action, he felt that Patriarch Jian Mie was one of the few beings in the world who could compare to Gu An. Of course, this was just his feeling, because he felt that Patriarch Jian Mie did not use all his strength when seizing the sword. Yun Dan
Feng Qing snatched the Jiu Jue Sacred Heart Sword.
Such grace reminded him of Gu An, who transformed into the Fudao Sword Master.
Little did he know that Gu An was eavesdropping on his thoughts.
"Compare Tao Zang Zizaixian with me?"
Gu An, who was picking medicinal herbs in Wushi Dojo, smiled, but this Sword Slayer Patriarch had a great background.
He should have a stronger self.
Gu An had met his true self before. It was when Gu An broke through Xuanyuan Zizai Immortal. At that time, the skull he transformed into swallowed Zizai Immortal, which left a deep impression on Gu An.
The aura of the skull is exactly the same as that of the Sword Slayer Patriarch. Judging from cause and effect, the two have the same origin.
The clone alone has the cultivation level of Daozang Zizaishen, but I don't know how strong the original form of Sword Slayer Patriarch is.
Since Gu An defeated the battle court, Tianling Great World seems to be far away from the disasters outside the world. In fact, there are more and more Daoguo Realm people sneaking into Tianling Great World, but they act more secretly, probably because they are afraid of Gu An.
Every choice has good and bad consequences, and his life cycle has also left bad consequences, but in the life he can control, he has been doing good deeds. For this, he is very satisfied and will not get tired of it.
Gu An's mood became more and more joyful, and he began to point out the Night-blooming Epiphyllum Ghost Mother who was following him.
Although the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother lost her freedom, she did not slack off because she saw greater hope, and she even felt that her life now was better and more meaningful than before.
Being able to pursue immortality is more meaningful than being a deputy leader!
For every word Gu An said, Epiphyllum Demon Mother would write it down and then think about it carefully.
Gu An knew what she was thinking, but he never pointed it out and just let her think wildly. What if she could really think of something famous?
An hour later, Gu An finished picking and asked the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother to sow the seeds. He then walked to his attic and prepared to take a nap.
Innate Golden Immortals can also sleep. Gu An likes to dream occasionally, and it is interesting to realize farewell in dreams.
The white clouds in the sky are moving very slowly, but in a blink of an eye, they feel very fast.
The same is true for human time.
Thousands of years of time are like white clouds, both fast and slow. It is very fast for immortal cultivators, but it seems very slow for mortals.
One day in early summer, at noon.
Taicang Dynasty, Cangzhou Imperial City.
In the imperial study room, Li Xuandao held the memorial in his hand and showed no expression on his face.
He has been the emperor for more than 4,000 years, and his long and domineering imperial power has made him deified in the hearts of the people. The people do not know the name of Sword Master Fu Dao, nor do they know the great monk in the world of immortality. In the hearts of the people, he is a living immortal.
At this moment, there were still two people kneeling in the room, their heads lowered, their bodies tense, and one of them was even sweating on his forehead.
After a while.
Li Xuandao raised his eyes, looked at the two people kneeling in front of the table, and asked, "What does the prince mean? What is his attitude towards the Yang family's actions?"
One of the old ministers looked up at Li Xuandao, hesitated for a moment, and said: "His Highness did not respond to us, but one of my colleagues told me that His Highness once said that the position of prince is really boring, and I don't know..."
"I don't know what?"
"I don't know what it's like to be the emperor..."
After saying that, the veteran lowered his head suddenly, his forehead close to the ground.
When Li Xuandao heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He folded the memorial in his hand and slowly put it down.
"Go down."
Li Xuandao closed his eyes and said, and the two courtiers immediately stood up, saluted, and left quickly.
They left the imperial garden and then the palace. When they walked out of the palace gate, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Another middle-aged minister looked at the old minister and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness really wants to..."
He looked around, but did not spit out the reverse word.
"There were signs hundreds of years ago. It is said that Your Highness's temperament changed after he went to the Holy Land to practice cultivation. His Highness has already entered the fairyland. I am afraid that the dynasty will usher in unprecedented turmoil. The Yang family has attracted a lot of forces..." The old minister sighed.
.
Ten generations of his ancestors have worked for Li Xuandao. When he was young, he was the number one scholar appointed by Li Xuandao. In his heart, Li Xuandao was heaven.
But facing the prince who has immortal cultivation and a terrifying family background, no matter what he thinks, the throne will change hands.
The middle-aged minister fell into silence after hearing this, and the two of them walked towards the same street, walking very quickly.
at the same time.
Inside the royal study.
Li Xuandao slowly opened his eyes, looked forward, and suddenly said: "Gu An, Fudao Sword Master, you should be able to hear what I say, right?"
After the words fell, the room was silent, and no one outside the room responded to him.
He took a deep breath, then stood up, walked around the table, rolled up his clothes, and knelt directly on the ground.
"Gu An, if we still have feelings for each other, please help me..."
Li Xuandao said with a firm face. After saying that, he actually started kowtow.
However, when his forehead was about to touch the ground, a hand caught his forehead and prevented his forehead from touching the ground.
Chapter completed!