Repugnant Gateway

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 to the throne and put on an extremely bright and gorgeous brocade.

While sitting on that throne, An Zheng felt that this was not himself. But there is also a strong sense of responsibility in this heart. This fairy palace, and the human world corresponding to the fairy palace, need him to change.

Somewhat inexplicable, isn't it?

Anzheng suddenly became an immortal emperor, or the only immortal emperor in this immortal palace. The group of people kneeling underneath had a sincere face, and they seemed completely uncomfortable. They quickly accepted the fact that Anzheng was their only master, and quickly entered their role.

They surrendered and knelt there, as if no one had doubts in their hearts.

An Zheng looked at the group of people below and knew in his heart that these were untrue, but if he only distinguished them by his eyes, he would not see any falsehood.

Those people knelt there, waiting for An Zheng to give orders.

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 the so-called rules established by the Qinglian Emperor Zun, so that no one in the fairy palace can absorb the vitality of the world.

"Tell me all the rules and regulations made when Qinglian was in power."

An Zheng gave a command, and immediately someone came up with a large book in his hands, and it looked at least one foot thick. The immortal placed the book on the table in front of Anzheng, said his head respectfully with his head down: "Emperor Zun, this is the Emperor Qinglian ... The laws made by Qinglian are here."

An Zheng oh loudly, looked at the one-foot thick code. This is a person who has been obsessed with power, will he come up with such a thick code?

An Zheng: "You all retreat, let me see for myself."

"Yes!"

Everyone got up and retired in a proper manner. The hall suddenly became empty, and it was quiet to make people panic. An Zheng raised his head subconsciously and looked at the empty hall. There was a sense of frustration in his heart. This felt inexplicable, and An Zheng soon focused his attention on that code.

For a full day, Anzheng did n’t do anything else, just to see that the Code selected unfairly, and then he found that most of the clauses were aimed at the human world. Anger is also getting stronger.

By the next morning, when the immortals flooded into the hall like tide, An Zheng still did not leave his seat. He raised his head and looked at the people who came in, and then continued to look down at the code.

The noise below quickly made his patience to the extreme, he snapped the code and threw it out.

"Abolish all!"

An Zheng snarled and felt his voice was hoarse. There was no rest for almost a day and night, looking at the disgusting laws with concentration, An Zheng felt that he was about to explode.

"All the rules previously established by Qinglian are void."

An Zheng gave a command, no one questioned below. Everyone bowed down on their knees and accepted Anzheng's orders. A servant ran over, picked up the code and threw it into the brazier.

"Di Zun, since the old code has been abolished, please make a new one."

The middle-aged man with the pagoda in his hand bowed his head and said, "Whether it's an immortal palace or a human world, you can't be irregular in one day."

An Zheng waved his hand: "I am tired, you come to make rules, think about it and let me see, only a little ... must be fair and just."

After An Zheng finished speaking, he got up and left the hall, walking aimlessly on the street. He didn't know where he should go, he always felt he had forgotten something. But soon, he had to return to that hall. Because those people do not know what rules should be made, they have been ruled by Qinglian for too long, and the thinking is completely Qinglian's thinking.

After an argument, come by yourself, think one by one, and perfect one by one. Only this one thing, Anzheng has been in control 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 fairer and more just.

Gradually, An Zheng was already familiar with this kind of life, and began to adapt to this kind of life. Because those first immortals can't get used to it, all things to be settled must be handled by oneself, and all things must be done by him personally. After formulating the code, An Zheng began to change the thoughts of these so-called immortals.

These people have been following Qinglian for many years and have been completely assimilated by Qinglian's thoughts. Anzheng must change these people. This is a more worrying thing than a legal code, and once the contention falls, it can only sink into it.

day to day.

I don't know how long it has passed. Anzheng has finished processing the submissions submitted by the following people. He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes. His heart suddenly moved, and he felt that he had forgotten something.

But soon, he was entangled in trivial matters again. Every day he sits on that throne, watching the break, listening to the report, distinguishing which are real and which lies, and then make judgments and make arrangements. All things need to be solved by him personally, and all his time is used to deal with them.

It was another early morning, An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sun rising in the distance, raised his hand and pinched on his forehead, and then there was another movement in my heart ... What did I forget?

Ann struggled with himself, but for a moment he had no way to give himself an answer. He didn't know what he forgot, but this feeling of what he forgot appeared every day. Somehow, An Zheng felt that he must be too tired.

The day went on like this, and the Xian Palace was in order under the governance of Anzheng. As for the human realm under the immortal palace, it has obtained great freedom. Anzheng has opened the prohibition between the human world and the immortal palace. As long as the cultivation force reaches this point, people can enter the immortal palace, and the immortals must take turns to preside over the order of the human world.

The immortals who went to the human world were still used to being high above the ground, and they didn't take murder seriously, so they fought and killed those immortals. Practitioners from the human world are prepared to enjoy preparing to enslave others after getting used to suffering, and such people are also killed by security.

Anzheng's life stays in a cycle of watching judgments and killing people every day.

There is a hill about ten miles away from the main hall, and there is a chic pavilion halfway up the hill. There is a wooden round table in the pavilion, which looks like sandalwood. It has been some years and the color is black and purple.

Xuanyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Violet, who was sitting on the opposite side dozing off: "How do you like him?"

"Who?"

"Who can it be."

"Oh ... The only immortal emperor, I heard that it did a good job. This human nature is very decisive and resolute. And everything is controlled by himself, so I think it is much better than before."

Xuanyuan smiled: "But, how long do you think he can persist?"

"How long does it last?"

Xuanyuan sighed: "Can't you do something serious?"

Violet: "I think every day I live is serious."

After taking a sip of tea, Xuanyuan said, "You are different from me. You have no desires and desires. Unless you are a Taoist, no one else can influence you. But I can't, I have been waiting. An Zheng said that this is a secret, even if What about the secret realm? Neither me nor you are the tools that others have experienced. So I made the same choice as you at that time and gave my status to Anzhen. "

"Look at him now, you will soon become the same person as Qinglian."

Violet: "No, they are different."

Xuanyuan: "I'm not saying that personality becomes the same, but doing things. They don't believe in others, so they can only do everything by themselves. There is no time to sleep, no time to practice, no time to do something else. Green Why was Lian so easily taken away by An Zheng? Because he was deserted for three thousand years. "

He looked at Ziluo: "How long do you think that Anzheng can last?"

Violet: "It may be longer than Qinglian, why ... you want to take the throne back?"

Xuanyuan: "Of course I think, but I'm not in a hurry. I practice regularly every day, take regular breaks, eat at regular intervals, and take a regular walk to drink tea. I force myself to live the most stable life because I want to survive. I want to improve myself at that time When the time comes, I can wait for Anzhen to surrender to me in the position of the winner, and then I will not allow him to surrender and kill him. "

Xuanyuan stretched his lazy waist: "I have long overturned all the rules established by Qinglian, and now someone happens to help me do all these things, why don't I look at it?"

Violet: "Qinglian is evil, you are bad."

He stood up and stretched: "I'm leaving, he continues to have his big dream, you continue to have your big dream. Both of you are so tired that I don't want to be near at all."

"Tired is contagious."

Violet dropped this sentence, and then slacked off by pulling his shoes.

Xuanyuan looked at Zi Luo's back and couldn't help but smiled: "You don't understand, you will never understand."

At night, An Zheng watched those immortals leave and then rested on the table with their eyes closed for a while. He felt like he was finally asleep, but after falling asleep he began to dream. There are many vague figures in the dream, it seems to walk back and forth in front of himself. It seems that there are still a few people shouting, and they don't know what they are shouting.

Ann sat up fiercely and looked at the folded piles on the table, frowning slightly.

Where is the time to sleep, there are so many people waiting for him to deal with grief.

Did I forget something?

An Zheng's brows were deeper, and the number of times this feeling appeared recently has been much less. In the past, there were many such thoughts every day, but now sometimes they only appear once in a few days. An Zheng couldn't always remember what he had forgotten, so he didn't even think about it.

The next day is still the same. Anzheng spends almost all of his time sitting on that throne every day, almost never leaving. He sat there, either burying his head in official business, or sitting upright and listening to those fairy reports. Time became very fast, and Sun and Moon seemed to alternate in front of him often.

Did I forget something?

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 making a new order, this is me What I always wanted to do. "

"Yes!"

Ann nodded contendingly: "This is what I always wanted to do to bring more fairness and justice to the world."

His eyes were not firm, but the sensation of forgetting had rarely appeared.

Gradually, An Zheng really became a ruler, a dictator.

Xuanyuan, who was still in the middle of the mountainside, looked at the side of the hall, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger: "Hurry ... It will be that time."

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang ...

An Zhengmei raised his head and looked out, as if hearing a continuous bell.

Is that a bell?

An Zheng stood up, but failed. He tried again, feeling strange. He lowered his head and looked ... Then he found in horror that his body and throne had merged, and the throne became part of him.