The End of the Emperor's Industry

The moon petals withered like flowers, reflected on the lake, lighting up the lake, forming a circle.

Long Xun sat alone by the lake, staring at the rippling lake surface under the moonlight, holding a jar of wine in his hand, drank until he was drowsy and intoxicated.

"Why... why does the person I love, who I care about, the person I trust, either leave me or betray me! Why is this! I, Long Xun, what did I do wrong!" He looked up at the sky. "Heavenly Emperor, is it you... is it you who deliberately let Fate Xingjun separate me and the Rabbit God?! Is it you! Yes... yes... the dragon Xun stood up shaking, raised his head and pointed to the sky. "That's right, it must be you...it's you! He scolded angrily: "Don't be complacent. Another day, I will make you kneel down and beg for mercy!"I, Long Xun, am the invincible in the Three Realms...I am the Venerable...I am..." He was like this, talking to himself, sometimes screaming madly, sometimes And the expression is empty, broken thoughts.

A gust of breeze passed by, and the remaining bamboos were scattered and fluttered behind him, but each piece carried sadness.

But Long Xun had never been so lonely and embarrassed.

What kind of emperor's spirit, since the rabbit became deified and the flowers drifted away, it has also disappeared in the clouds and smoke.

Here, Long Xun was sipping wine, looking at Qinghu with indifferent eyes, behind him, someone's footsteps were rustling, and gradually approaching.This made the vigilant Long Xun tremble.

The recent discord with the officials, presumably, there are not a few people who are resentful and want to kill him.

It's just that although Long Xun was in a state of confusion due to drunkenness, if those minions wanted to kill him, they would have to practice for thousands of years.

Holding the phantom long sword in his palm, Long Xun felt that the man was close at hand, so he raised his sword and pointed it at the man's neck.The man was covered with a purple veil to cover his face, but when he looked directly into the man's eyes, his heart trembled suddenly.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with an uncontrollable "clang".

"Who are you...Why do I know you so well when I see you?" Long Xun asked suspiciously.

The man replied indifferently: "People you don't know, I just passed by by chance, and I met you by chance, and you turned swords against each other? Heh, he sneered: "What a, inexplicable person... . " The man turned his face to one side, with a disdainful coldness showing from the corners of his brows.

Seeing him like this, Long Xun smiled uncontrollably, and only heard him open his lips and say, "By chance? This is the world of demons and demons. I think you carry immortal energy, so you shouldn't belong here, right? Take off your veil, Let me see what you look like, this deity... I will spare you from dying..."

"It's really arrogant... There are so many evil animals in the demon world. As a cultivator, what is wrong with subduing demons here? It looks like it should be much more interesting than those inferior monsters..." As the man said, he conjured up a whisk, circling the purple air, and headed straight for Long Xun, coming menacingly.

The corners of Long Xun's lips raised lightly: "What a cultivator! That deity, I need to learn from you! Let me go!" After saying this, Long Xun also transformed into a long sword, catering to the man's moves.

Red light intertwined with purple air, and the sword air and fairy art rippling in the wind scattered a piece of Polygonatum odoratum like rain and snow.

The sword shadow whirled, and the dust whisk was melodious.

And when he used the sword in his hand to push him close to the lakeside, the water was glistening behind him, and he had no way out.

"I lost..." He raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction.

Seeing him like this, Long Xun smiled heartily. "Cultivators, thank you..." he said, full of comfort.

The man put away his fly whisk, pointed aside the long sword on his neck, and stepped back a few steps.

"Since it's a contest, why bother to thank you..." He raised his lips and smiled coldly: "Farewell..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but Long Xun couldn't help calling him back.

"Leave your name here...!" He raised his voice.After competing with him for a while, I suddenly felt a lot more open-minded.

He stopped suddenly, and looked back suddenly: "Zixi..." After the sound fell, he turned into purple air and disappeared into the vast night. The breeze lifted the purple veil on his face inadvertently, But at that moment, branded in Long Xun's heart, it became eternal in an instant.

That face is obviously his rabbit god, right?Long Xun rubbed his eyes, he thought he was hallucinating.

Qi Qi wants to pursue him, but he has long since disappeared.

......

Ever since the startled bamboo forest, the man named Zi Xi had been held in Long Xun's heart, even though he only looked for him because of his face.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The man who looks similar to Lord Feng has been found!" On this day, Long Xun was reviewing the memorial in his study, when a courtier broke in anxiously, but with joy on his face.

Because, as long as there is a rabbit god, even if it is only a similar appearance, their king can cheer up, even if it is fake.From the time Long Xun brought Zi Xi's portrait in front of them and asked them to help find it, the God of Rabbit's influence on Long Xun in all aspects was already unknown to the officials.Their king can be happy for countless days because of this man's every frown and smile, and he can also collapse because of this man's every word.

"Oh?! Really?!" Hearing this, Long Xun temporarily put the memorial on hold, stood up suddenly, and walked to the courtier's side. "Where...?" he asked desperately.

"Raoxiang Pavilion..."

......

Raoxiang Pavilion was originally a place of fireworks for the people in the devil world to have fun. Although Long Xun dismissed it, but when he heard that Zixi was there, he changed into white clothes without hesitation, and held a sandalwood folding fan in his hand. , Pretending to be the prodigal son who doesn't care about world affairs, mixed in.

In fact, as long as Long Xun gave an order, Zixi could come before his eyes now, but, after all, as an emperor, if he was so blatant about romantic affairs, it would cause people to have different opinions.Long Xun's visit this time was considered private.

"Hey, handsome young master, come here, come in quickly, we Raoxiang Pavilion, but there is no shortage of all kinds of beauties..."

The gorgeous old bustard stood at the door, beckoning the guests with a high-pitched voice.Men and women, in and out, in the courtyard, laughter and laughter.Long Xun ignored the old bustard's "enthusiasm" waving his fan, and walked straight towards the pavilion. Just as his front foot stepped on the threshold, the old bustard with sharp eyes stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Oh, handsome young man, you can't just go in like this. If you're looking for a girl or a young lady, you must have this..." The bustard gestured towards Long Xun with a greasy face. laugh.

Knowing this, Long Xun took out an ingot of gold from his pocket and threw it towards the old bustard. He stretched out his hand and pushed the old bustard away, and the old bustard fell to the ground.

"Oh, thank you, my lord, you are the master, the master..." The old man stood up, picked up the gold, knocked it in his mouth several times, and after confirming that it was real gold and silver, he turned to Long Xun's back Thank you so much.

But Long Xun, at all, don't talk to her...