The strongest starting system

Chapter 1483 Peaceful Life
So far, a new pattern has formed on the mainland. In the Kingdom of God, Daqin is the leader, maintaining the security and stability of Zhongzhou. In the north of the mainland, the Kingdom of Flame God lives alone, while the east of the mainland is jointly controlled by Hellboy and others.

In the south of the mainland, the power of the relics of the Great Desolate Emperor favors all things. Little Red Bird and Fox Fairy led the monster clan to migrate here. The vast and boundless mountains are just where they are happy to live.

The strength of the sect has not been greatly reshuffled, but several sects left over from ancient times, such as Ba Dao Sect and Qiankun Sect, have re-established their gates. Thousands of years later, they re-established their sects and recruited more disciples. The beloved wives took up the responsibility of the suzerain respectively, and embarked on a brand new road with the ideal of carrying forward the ancient sect once again.

As for Qinglian Holy Land, it is guarded by the peak strength of several quasi-emperor powerhouses and saint Jiuchongtian, making it an existence that no one dares to mess with on the mainland.

Time flies like a white horse, the years travel without a trace, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In three years, Zhao Wushuang and Ling Qingjue held a grand wedding and gave Ling Qingjue an official title.

After all, Ling Qingjue was the woman he had had a real fight with, so it was not too much to give her a name. On the day of the wedding, all the powerful people from all over the world presented congratulatory gifts one after another, and almost everyone celebrated together.

In fact, before the wedding, Zhao Wushuang also shamelessly asked Fox Ji and the Empress if they wanted to marry together, and the response was to fuck off.

After sneaking back to Ling Qingjue's room that night, Zhao Wushuang was ravaged miserably. The little girl Ling Qingjue saw through Zhao Wushuang's little tricks, and used various fancy postures to teach Zhao Wushuang a lesson. Fan.

It was only then that Zhao Wushuang realized that the Qinglian Holy Maiden, who looked pure and cold on the outside, was so fierce, it was truly terrifying!
Three years passed in a blink of an eye. On sunny days, Zhao Wushuang set up a wicker chair and lay on the top of the mountain to bask in the sun. The breeze blew and the sun shone, and everything seemed extremely comfortable.

"Dad...Dad, my ball..."

A soft and delicate voice sounded, and the small figure ran over staggeringly.

It was a child, about one year old, with big eyes and eyelashes fluttering, extremely cute, as if it was a perfect work of art carefully carved by God.

Seeing this little doll, everyone's first reaction was how could there be such a cute and delicate child in this world.

And this child who is less than one year old is the daughter of Zhao Wushuang and Ling Qingjue, and Zhao Wushuang named her Zhao Zijin.

Zhao Zijin had already broken through the basic body training realm when he was just over one year old, and he is now a martial artist at the level of a Martial Emperor.

Zhao Wushuang took his daughter to the mountain to bask in the sun, and squinted his eyes comfortably. After hearing his daughter's cry for help, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the edge of the cliff without raising his head.

"My dear girl, do you still remember the flying technique that Dad taught you last time? Go, use the flying technique to retrieve the ball."

Zhao Zijin looked at her father in a daze, and then Shui Ling's big eyes turned to the cliff again. She let out an "oh" and ran towards the edge of the cliff, as if she didn't know what it meant to be afraid.

Watching from the corner of his father's eyes, Zhao Zijin paused for a while, and then plunged into the clouds on the edge of the cliff.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes passed, and the little cutie still didn't come up, but Zhao Wushuang didn't seem anxious at all. Finally, 10 minutes later, the little figure flew up from under the cliff, staggering , holding a ball in his hand.

"Father, I found it~"

Zhao Zijin ran a few steps, threw the ball in his hand, and smashed it straight at Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang was a little speechless, the speed of the ball could break an ancient tree directly, daughter, do you want to kill your own father?
Zhao Wushuang stopped the ball steadily and put it aside.

"Come on, peel an apple for Dad, and use the power that Dad taught you last time."

Zhao Wushuang handed Zhao Zijin another apple.

Zhao Zijin held the apple in her two small hands, and fell into deep thought. She tilted her cerebellum, trying to recall the method of gathering energy that her father had given her before.

It seems to be that paper.

Zhao Zijin slapped the apple with his tender palms together, smashed the apple into pieces, and handed it to his daddy.

"Oh...here, Dad."

Zhao Wushuang: "..."

On the path leading to the top of the mountain, a beautiful figure came up, it was Ling Qingjue.

She is wearing a white skirt, dancing with the mountain wind, the white skirt is fluttering, full of fairy spirit.

Even after giving birth to a child, her face was still as delicate and flawless as usual, but the iceberg had melted a little, adding a little more gentleness than usual.

"You only know how to sleep, and you don't care about your daughter. What if she falls off the cliff?"

Ling Qingjue reprimanded Zhao Wushuang lightly, with a reproachful tone.

Zhao Wushuang smiled and said, "I was born with an immortal constitution. This little guy's talent is much more terrifying than mine. It may be more difficult to make her fall off a cliff and die than to coax her to sleep."

"Can you say something nice?"

Ling Qing gave her an annoyed look, but what Zhao Wushuang said was also true. After Zhao Wushuang became the Great Emperor, it would be good for the bloodline. Kid Jin was born as a doll at the level of Wuzun, and he grew up like this The speed is estimated to be able to enter the saint level before the age of 12.

A 12-year-old saint is something that many people can't even imagine.

"By the way, lady, how is your matter going?" Zhao Wushuang continued to change into a comfortable posture, and turned his head to look at Ling Qingjue.

Ling Qingjue nodded: "Don't worry, it's basically done."

"That's good. Qinglian Holy Land can ignore the worldly affairs, but it must be in a detached position, so that no one dares to provoke."

After Zhao Wushuang retired, Holy Master Qinglian also retired to give Ling Qingjue the next position.

The days passed by, but it was quiet and peaceful, and the years were quiet and good.

However, the kid who was acting like a baby in his mother's arms suddenly felt something, raised his head, pointed at a vortex quietly emerging in the sky, and said in a childlike voice.

"Father, mother, what is that?"

When the vortex came out, Zhao Wushuang also felt it immediately, but what surprised him was that his daughter's insight was even sharper.

"Is it finally here..." Zhao Wushuang stood up, squinting his eyes at the whirlpool.

Ling Qingjue also remembered something that Zhao Wushuang had mentioned to her, and her delicate face suddenly turned pale.

The appearance of this white vortex also meant that Zhao Wushuang was about to leave.

The vortex in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, and it even presents a vision of dragons and phoenixes flying, and the radiant glow, which is very spectacular from below.

(End of this chapter)