PFC Chapter 542: Completely leaving and entering the realm of refining emptiness
Chapter 542: Completely leaving and entering the realm of refining emptiness
After visiting several restaurants, Li Changxiao finally learned that there were dozens of versions of the story of the Sword Immortal and the Empress. The storyteller spoke in a serious and realistic manner, as if he had personally experienced it and had also traveled around Dayu with the flying sword yesterday.
It is not difficult to guess where the story came from. Li Changxiao vaguely guessed that at this moment, deep in the palace, a woman was proudly saying, "I love to listen to it, and I believe my people also like to listen to it."
It is a capital crime to make irresponsible remarks about the emperor, but the people of Dayu are open-minded and well-governed, so the stories circulated among storytellers are not a big deal if they are not pursued.
The officials in Dayu Palace had heard various versions of the story, but only they knew that this was not just a story, but a true event. They were even more jealous of His Majesty.
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Five hundred and six years of seeking change.
In the winter of that year, there was heavy snow, and Li Changxiao often flew to observe the tomb in his dreams.
Wang Ruyi was in a high position in the palace, entangled in government affairs, while Li Changxiao traveled deep into 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 that period.
Wang Ruyi ordered people to compile a storybook, which was widely circulated. Only Li Changxiao knew the meaning of some of the words in it. 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 and Dao. When he flew high, he sometimes stirred the dreams of all living beings. Sometimes, the writer who wrote the story book for Wang Ruyi would say a few words for no reason. At first, it seemed inexplicable and someone seemed to have lost his mind. But later, the more Wang Ruyi figured it out, the more he felt that he was secretly influenced by the man in white.
After a few visits, although we were thousands of miles apart, we communicated in our minds for a long time.
In recent years, Wang Ruyi has taken drastic measures to reorganize Dayu and make it prosperous. As for the issue of incense, he has also made steady progress with a measured pace. He has not been impatient to destroy temples and abolish incense immediately, nor has he been conservative and stagnant, but has established laws to restrict and improve it step by step.
The emperor would be playful sometimes, such as when he issued a decree or solved a problem and felt proud, and he would show off to Li Changxiao, who was wandering around the world and hiding somewhere unknown. Li Changxiao often visited folk restaurants to listen to her stories. After realizing what she meant, Wang Ruyi heard words of praise from the pen-holding official the next day.
But the official holding the pen did not know the reason. He just thought that it was because he wrote too late last night and had a strange dream, which caused him to be distracted when he met His Majesty today, and he spoke inexplicable nonsense and was extremely panic-stricken.
I was frightened by the loss of etiquette in front of the palace, but I always saw His Majesty covering his mouth and giggling, his body shaking, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he was very happy.
The conversation between the two indirectly made the pen holder who wrote the story for Wang Ruyi suffer. In the past few years, Wang Ruyi's political achievements were prominent, and what he did benefited the people and the country, but Li Changxiao was not idle either.
At night, he dreamed about the tomb, which was just a trivial daily matter. During the day, he walked up and down Dayu step by step, and went to the poor mountains and bad waters, and the deep pool and the deserted place.
All this trouble was for no other reason than to uncover Dayu's last hidden danger... 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 and strange beasts, those true gods of incense, were found by Li Changxiao in silence and in their dreams, and were approached, killed, and bled by him.
The blood could flow into a river.
No one knew about this achievement, and no one cared about it. Li Changxiao never told anyone about it. 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 give him a prosperous era.
He did so, and the people of Dayu didn't even know he had been here, nor did they need to know. In the past few years, the Four Gods, the Twelve Mountain Gods, and countless lesser gods under them, whether they were the true forms of ferocious beasts or humans and animals, were all swept away by him one by one.
The blood stained on the blade of Qingping Sword is more than enough to fill the river. Li Changxiao is indeed the most contradictory person. His avenue should be to understand the dreams of the world and wander between truth and falsehood without being stained with killing and committing sins. He should be the most carefree and happy person in the world.
However, wherever he passed, there was always a river of blood, and both the good and the bad seemed to die under his sword in the end. Although he did not prove his truth through killing, he had already used killing to prove his doctrine.
When the snow was falling heavily.
There was a dead body of a strange beast lying on the edge of a frozen lake. Li Changxiao squatted by the lake, washing the sword with the frozen lake water. His white clothes were half stained with blood, which looked fishy, hideous, and helpless.
After faking the bloodstains, Li Changxiao looked up at the sky. It was covered with snow, and everything around was wrapped in silver. He inserted Qingping into the scabbard, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded.
This winter.
He slaughtered all the gods 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, fate, disaster and blessing, and dreams.
Think before and after...
It seems like it's time to leave completely.
Li Changxiao sighed softly, the heat brushing against his frosted eyelashes, and there were dots of snow on his shoulders. He took a step forward and walked towards the outside of Dayu.
Only a line of vague footprints was left.
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Wang Ruyi's pen-bearing official was summoned into the palace to write the story. She had a new idea. Wang Ruyi, wearing the emperor's skirt, 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 would point out the inappropriateness and then polish it up. From time to time, a few poems from heaven would be written to suit the occasion. At this time, the cold-faced empress, who didn't like money or luxury, would relax a little and become more lively and smart.
But when she was talking about the excitement, the official holding the pen lost his manners in front of the palace again and said something incoherent, it seemed to be the word "goodbye"? She couldn't remember clearly, she 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 sometimes several times in half a month.
After each indiscretion, His Majesty was not annoyed but happy, and his mood was obviously better. As time went by, the pen holder almost became a favorite minister, but he had no real power. Only he knew the embarrassment. This time, the pen holder said he was afraid, but he was not afraid either.
But when she secretly raised her head and observed His Majesty, she saw that His Majesty was acting out of character, his body was trembling slightly, and he did not seem happy.
"You... go down first." Wang Ruyi sat down and stopped.
The pen holder couldn't figure out the reason.
However, since then, she never had strange dreams again, nor did she behave inappropriately in front of the palace. She was secretly happy in her heart, but she saw that the emperor was sometimes resentful and sighing, and sometimes depressed.
Look at the snow falling outside the window.
Wang Ruyi sighed, and this time, he left completely.
The fairies in the mountains and the gods in the temples have all been eliminated.
Now it is my turn to return it to the people of the world and usher in a prosperous era.
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Five hundred and seven years of seeking change.
Li Changxiao is about to enter the realm of refining emptiness.