Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

"His Majesty!"

Seeing the bright red blood stains on Emperor Qizhi's hands, Zheng Fei was horrified and said in panic: "Imperial doctor. I'll call the imperial doctor for you!"

"do not."

Emperor Qizhi grabbed Zheng Fei, and the blood stains were imprinted on Zheng Fei's sleeves, a deep red color, "Cough, cough, cough. I am not sick, but I am old and my body is no longer useful. Fei Medicine and stone can heal.”

"I'm going to ask the Holy Maiden of Tianji, and I'm willing to join the Tianji Sect."

Zheng Fei said immediately without hesitation.

For problems that cannot be solved by ordinary people, new solutions can usually be found for immortals.

"No, no."

However, Emperor Qizhi shook his head repeatedly. Instead of accepting Zheng Fei's kindness, his expression turned stern. The original amiable look on his face disappeared, and the majesty that had shrouded him for decades returned.

At this moment, he no longer looked like an old man. Emperor Xia of the Xia Dynasty had returned.

"What do you think of yourself? Goods? Use yourself to negotiate something like this. Don't do it unless you have to. Firstly, it hurts people's face. Secondly, it has the intention of threatening, which is really annoying.

I know my situation better than anyone else. It's just old age, and people always have to accept old age.I have already used all kinds of miraculous medicines. Compared with the achievements of my ancestors, I am still far behind. But when it comes to the environment, I have been lucky enough. Why do I need to ask for more? "

Emperor Qizhi's bloody palm patted Zheng Fei's shoulder so hard that Zheng Fei's whole body shook uncontrollably.

Emperor Qizhi said with a smile: "I am satisfied that you have such a heart. It seems that in the eyes of the people of the Xia Dynasty, I have not neglected my duty."

"His Majesty!"

Zheng Fei couldn't help but kneel down, but as soon as his knees touched the ground, he was pulled up by Emperor Qizhi.

The palm that was no longer smooth still held heavy power.

"Stand up, don't kneel, and there is no need to kneel. I am worthy of the people, and you are worthy of me. Why do you have to do this?"

Emperor Qizhi held Zheng Fei's shoulders with both hands, and his old and deep eyes looked into Zheng Fei's gray eyes.

"Zheng Fei, I'm old and don't have much time left. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you shine. Fortunately, I have lived side by side with heroes in this life. It can be regarded as a mutual benefit between king and minister, but it is not a regret."

Emperor Qizhi said: "It's just that the new emperor may not be so lucky. What the Xia Dynasty lacks now is no longer a great talent, but a pillar of strength. I - I hope you can promise me one thing. OK?"

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter what you say. If you can't do it, you will definitely die!"

Zheng Fei said without hesitation.

"No, no, no, don't die, don't keep dying, live, that's not good."

Emperor Qizhi said: "You are still very young, and you still have a long future. A man is born in this world, and he must stand upright and achieve great things! I hope, I hope that in the future, you can let Emperor Xia pay homage, okay?"

"His Majesty?"

Zheng Fei was stunned.

He never expected that this would be what Emperor Qizhi asked of him.

"Promise me you can do it."

Emperor Qizhi said seriously: "You are very talented and have great faith. This is your quality. The Xia Dynasty will eventually be handed over to future generations, and you are also a member of the Xia Dynasty. One day, the Xia Dynasty may We still need your protection, don't let what happened in Dayue happen again in Xia Dynasty.

Otherwise, I will be ashamed of my ancestors, the people of heaven and earth, and the countless people with lofty ideals who have sacrificed their lives and blood for the Xia Dynasty, and I will not be able to live in peace.

I hope that one day, like Prime Minister Shang, you can be the sharpest sword of the Xia Dynasty and oversee the country and the world. "

"If I couldn't help it, I would die for the Xia Dynasty!"

Zheng Fei patted his chest, made a loud noise, and said decisively.

"Okay, okay!"

Emperor Qizhi laughed, his gray beard trembling, and his voice became bold. The old aura of aging on his body had faded away, and he became young again, "Go, go, there is a bigger world outside."

Watching Zheng Fei leave, Emperor Qizhi stood there for a long time.

Then he returned to the seat, took out a piece of cloth, and carefully wiped the blood on his hands clean.

After a long time, he sighed.

"This method is a bit despicable."

Emperor Qi Zhi's figure was shrouded in shadow, and his voice was calm, "But my old face will not last more than a few years. If I can get even a little benefit for the Xia Dynasty, it will be worth it."

He is very old.

He is indeed getting more tired and sleepy.

But the body is still healthy, but the end has come.

He was vomiting blood like an actor.

What he vomited was not blood, but his face, something he had left in the Xia Dynasty for more than seventy years.

In the last days of his life, he saw with his own eyes a new world, a world that was different.

It's just that he really doesn't have that much time.

There is no way to take Xia Chao to complete a new transformation.

Just dying people.

For something like face, while it can still be used, you might as well use it more.

If it can make people miss him and benefit the Xia Dynasty, that would be the best, and it can be regarded as his last resort to contribute to the country.

Anyway, if this face is no longer used, there will be no chance to squander it in the future.

In the next period of time, Emperor Qizhi began to summon the talents of the Xia Dynasty one by one.

There are all kinds of people.

Everyone who came out of the palace was in a daze, as if the sky had collapsed.

News that Emperor Xia was about to expire also spread like wildfire.

In this regard, the temple seemed particularly calm, as if it had quietly accepted all this.

Emperor Qizhi has been in power for more than seventy years. Although he took on the great responsibility at a young age, the number of years he has been in charge of the Xia Dynasty is really not short, almost twice as long as that of his father.

If it weren't for the emergence of spiritual energy and the nourishment of magical elixirs, his ordinary body might not be able to support it a few years ago.

Emperor Qizhi himself took on the important role early and did not make many achievements in martial arts - the emperor never had time to deal with the obstacles of Qi and blood, and he did not have the talent for cultivation.

When the miraculous medicine is used on him, it is often very difficult to exert three points of strength. To be precise, it is not easy to absorb one point.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to even enjoy the things of immortality. They cannot retain that power at all, and most of it will be wasted.

However, another thing has quietly popped up.

Who will be the new candidate for Emperor Xia?

Emperor Qizhi never established a prince.

But calculating the ages of his sons, the older ones would be in their seventies or eighties at this time. Even his grandsons are in their fifties, and many of their great-grandsons have families and have children.

Sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons all seem to have opportunities.

And all this has not yet been decided.

When the news really spread within the Xia Dynasty, it was already the eighth year of the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi's body was visibly thinner, and he could hardly eat much of his daily meals.

The originally silver hair began to turn yellow and lose its luster.

The vitality is declining at an alarming rate.

Tianji Saint Ying Yaoying who studied the Moqiu statue and Zhen Chi who studied the Nine Dragons Golden Light Array have already made their judgments. Judging from the current situation, Emperor Qizhi's life expectancy is at most one year.

the last year.

Emperor Qizhi rarely holds court meetings anymore, and the Xia Dynasty has been able to achieve good operation results. There are countless pillars in the court, and there are even fish and dragon guards guarding the four directions.

It's just that in today's Xia Dynasty, there are no longer figures like Xun Ke and Shang who are not inferior to the emperor to take charge of the overall situation.

In the new era, the traces of the past will eventually fade away. This is the era of immortality and cannot be treated as ordinary.

Emperor Qizhi tried his best to make the Xia Dynasty restart in a new era.

158 years of Xia Dynasty, Queen of Autumn.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold.

There is a fast horse coming from Yuzhou, eight hundred miles away.

The news said: There was an earthquake in Qiuye County, Yuzhou. Officials investigated and found spiritual energy billowing and spiritual stones piled up.

The spiritual vein appears!
With the first resurgence of heaven and earth, the second drastic change of heaven and earth, and the third time, the true creation that belongs to the foundation of immortality finally began to emerge!
After receiving the news, Emperor Qizhi ignored his old age and went to Qiuye County in Yuzhou to investigate the matter in person under the escort of the Yulong Guards.

Naturally, this news cannot be hidden from the Holy Lady of Tianji Sect. With her unpredictable method of exploring Tianji, if she really wants to know something, few people in the world can hide it.

Zheng Fei, who has become her junior brother, invites Ying Yao to go with him to investigate.Ying Yao never refused the invitation.

After arriving at the place where the spirit mine was discovered, Ying Yao invited him to take a closer look and finally made a conclusion.

"A low-grade spiritual vein has naturally formed here. It can temporarily support two or three foundation builders and thirty or forty Qi-training monks. Once it is completely formed and its veins are not damaged, it can be doubled again."

Low-grade spiritual veins can be called the foundation for ordinary immortal cultivating families.

Middle-grade spiritual veins meet the needs of ordinary small sects in the Immortal Path, and can barely supply golden elixirs.

High-grade spiritual veins are only qualified for sects such as Xuantian Sect, which is also a powerful force in the world of immortality, and Nascent Soul monks can also benefit from it.

As for the most superior spiritual veins, which are born from the creation of heaven and earth, they will eventually fall into the nine immortal sects, without exception.

It is something more fundamental than great medicine, and it is a gift from heaven and earth to all living beings.

The first ones to be conceived are naturally the lower-grade spiritual veins.

With the accumulation of time and the accumulation of changes, I am afraid that it will not be too long before the middle-grade spiritual veins will appear. At that time, the practitioner will truly begin to end.

Before there were spiritual veins, practitioners were like mayflies in the world, looking for food everywhere.

And with spiritual veins, you have a place to live, where you can truly establish a sect, recruit colleagues, recruit disciples, and recreate the prosperous age of immortality in the Yuantian Realm.

The emergence of a low-grade spiritual vein heralded a completely new situation.

The Xia Dynasty can still hold on to the low-grade spiritual veins in Qiuye County, Yuzhou, and the Fish Dragon Guards can occupy them more than enough, so that they won't be too jealous and face competition.

But if a mid-grade spiritual vein is born, even the golden elixir monks will fight for the right to belong. At that time, it will be a matter of who has a harder fist.

Xia Chao is still unable to produce a strong man of that level.

I want to put all my efforts into cultivating one, but it doesn’t take a hundred years, and it’s almost all nonsense.

But the rapid changes in the world make it difficult to give them this time.

Changes of thousands of years will come to this world in just a few decades.

Winter, 150, Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi was already lying on the bed, his breath weak.

His life was about to come to an end. The spiritual plant and elixir refined by Xia Chao had almost lost their effect on him, and it was almost difficult to even hang his own life.

This time, the end is really coming.

He no longer has the energy and spirit to deal with state affairs.

When the winter rain and snow came overwhelmingly, new low-grade spiritual veins had been discovered in several places, but Emperor Qi Zhi could no longer get up.

For most of the day, he could only lie in bed, unable to even get up and walk around.

Sometimes I would look at one place and be in a daze for a long time.

Even the people around him seemed to be talking from a distance.

In the eighth year of the Xia Dynasty (150), winter comes to an end.

An edict spread throughout the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qi Zhi, guilty of his own edict.

He detailed the damage caused to the Xia Dynasty after the drastic changes in the world, and informed the people of the Xia Dynasty about the changes of the times, the emergence of spiritual energy, and the return of the immortal way.

In the end, he focused on his inability to let the talented people in the Xia Dynasty get the treatment and cultivation they deserve. This is the problem of the Xia Dynasty, not the people.

Therefore, in the future, among the people of the Xia Dynasty, those who have the talent for cultivation can choose their own family. No one can blame them, and no one can say that they betrayed the Xia Dynasty.

At the last moment of his life, Emperor Qizhi chose this method to leave an edict for the people of the Xia Dynasty.

As for the new prince, he already has a candidate.

He is the great-grandson of Emperor Qizhi, and he is only 16 years old this year.

Still an unloved side branch.

However, he has the talent for cultivation.

Although it is only a low-grade spiritual root - or, fortunately, it is only a low-grade spiritual root.

If he were more talented, he would no longer be suitable to be the emperor of Xia Dynasty.

He was not only worried about things like Emperor Zongming happening, but also deeply felt the powerlessness of ordinary people.

Only he himself understands the choice between this.

The new prince was brought to the imperial court and took care of Emperor Qizhi for several months.

No one knows what was said in the middle.

The cold winter is finally over and spring has arrived.

The spring breeze brings warmth, and the spring rain brings joy.

Spring, 159th year of Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi has not eaten for two days.

Surrounding the palace, all officials and officials fell to their knees.

Fish dragon guards guard the left and right.

A dull atmosphere shrouded the sky like a dark cloud.

Even the Holy Maiden Tianji Ying Yao came to visit amidst Zheng Fei's pleas.

"At the end of your life."

Unfortunately, there is no way.

Things that can usually prolong life have been used long ago. The body has come to an end, and even the soul is like a candle in the wind.

It's time for the fallen leaves to return to their roots.

"Falled leaves return to their roots."

On the bed, Emperor Qizhi woke up again and looked at the tall tree with new buds outside the window, looking in a daze.

"His Majesty!"

As he woke up, the people taking care of him fell to their knees and burst into tears.

Emperor Qizhi looked at them blankly for a while, then came to his senses, waved his hand and said: "You all go out, and so do the people outside. Leave no one behind."

"His Majesty?"

The young man who had just been elected as the prince was shocked and couldn't understand.

"Go out!"

Emperor Qizhi's voice became stern. Although it was still weak, there was no doubt about it.

Finally, the people surrounding the palace like a forest evacuated one after another.

There was no one beside Emperor Qizhi.

His eyes were still searching, looking around.

There was a secret that he had never mentioned to anyone.

Emperor Taiping, his father, before his death, his biggest regret was that he did not receive that evaluation.

He didn't know whether that existence would come to see him for the last time, just like how he said goodbye to his ancestors.

Can he get that person's recognition?

His turbid eyes searched among the empty houses, hoping to see a certain figure.

Long time, long time.

"what"

Emperor Qizhi sighed, feeling exhausted.

I just couldn't help but want to close my eyes and take a good rest.

When his eyes were gradually shrouded in darkness, a figure in a green robe finally appeared in front of him, standing there quietly.

"Mr. Gu Gu!"

Emperor Qizhi noticed something and was full of surprise. He struggled to get up, but found it difficult to sit up.

"are you tired?"

The man stepped forward and held his hand. The faint green light flowed slowly, injecting the last trace of life into him. (End of chapter)