Before Mo Ran became emperor, people always called him a dog.

The villagers scolded him for being a dog, and his cousin scolded him for being a dog, and his godmother was the most powerful, calling him a dog son.

Of course, there are always some descriptions related to dogs, which are not too bad. For example, his dewy love relationships always have a bit of anger, angering him on the couch, his waist is as strong as a male dog, his sweet words on his mouth hooked up a person's soul, and his weapon under his body took Qingqing's life, but in a blink of an eye, he went to show off to others, making everyone in the wasi know that Mo Weiyu is handsome and powerful, his weapon is full of energy and he has tried it, and his heart is refreshed and unsightly.

I have to say that these people are right, Mo Ran is indeed like a stupid dog shaking his head and waving his tail.

It was not until he became the emperor of the world of cultivation that such titles suddenly disappeared.

One day, a small fairy gate from afar gave him a milk dog.

The dog was gray and white, with three clusters of fire on his forehead, which looked a bit like a wolf. But it was only as big as a melon and was very beautiful, and he was fat and round, and he felt that he was very majestic. He ran around the hall and wanted to climb up the high steps several times to see the person who was sitting on the throne for the rest of his life, but because his legs were too short, they all ended in failure.

Mo Ran stared at the Mao Tuan, who had the strength but was really brainless, for a moment, and suddenly laughed, laughing while whispering, "Dog thing."

The puppy quickly grew into a big dog, the big dog became an old dog, and the old dog became a dead dog again.

Mo Ran's eyes closed and opened again. His life was full of ups and downs, and it had been thirty-two years since his life was full of favors and disgraces.

He was tired of playing with everything, feeling boring and lonely. Over the years, there were fewer and fewer people around him. Even three firecrackers were dead. He felt that it was almost done and it was time to end.

Pinch a crystal-rich grape from the fruit plate and slowly peel off the purple skin.

His movements were calm and skillful, like the Qiang King in the tent stripping Hu Ji's clothes, with a little lazy feeling. The green flesh trembled slightly at his fingertips, the juice oozing open, the purple color was as if the geese were carrying a danyun, like the crabapple spring was falling asleep.

It's like dirty blood.

While swallowing the sweetness in his mouth, he looked at his fingers and then lazily lifted his eyelids.

He thought that the time was almost done.

It's time for him to go to hell, too.

Ink Ran, the word "wei Yu".

The first king in the world of cultivation.

It is not easy to sit in this position. What is required is not only extraordinary spells, but also a rock-solid and thick-skinned person.

Before him, the ten major sects in the cultivation world competed with each other, and no one could change the world with their own strength. What's more, all the leaders are all masters who read classics. Even if they want to give themselves a title, they will be cautious about the writings of the historian, and are afraid of being criticized for being infamous for thousands of years.

But Mo Ran is different.

He is a hooligan.

He ended up doing everything that others dare not do. Drink the hottest wine in the world and marry the most beautiful woman in the world. He first became the leader of the immortal world, "Taixianjun", and then proclaimed himself emperor.

All the people kneel down.

All those who did not want to kneel down were killed by him. In the years when he dominated the world, the world of cultivation was filled with blood and sorrow. Countless righteous men died with regret, and the Confucian Feng Sect among the top ten sects died even more.

Later, even Mo Ran's teacher could not escape the clutches of devils. He was defeated in the duel with Mo Ran and was taken back to the palace by his former beloved disciple. No one knew whereabouts.

The beautiful country where the rivers and seas were originally clear and peaceful suddenly became in chaos.

The dog emperor Mo Ran had not read a few days ago and was a person with no taboos. So during his time in power, absurd things emerged one after another, let’s talk about that year name.

His first third year as emperor, the year name was "Torba", which was what he thought of when he sat by the pond to feed fish.

In the second third year, the year name was "gua", because he heard the croaking of frogs in the yard in summer, and believed that this was a God-given inspiration and should not be disappointed.

The learned folk once thought there would be no more miserable years than "Tang Ba" and "Guo", but they still knew nothing about Mo Weiyu after all.

In the third year, the local people began to be ready to move. Whether it was Buddhist practice, Taoist practice, or spiritual practice, those righteous people in the martial arts world who could not bear the violent violence began to launch one after another to fight for uprising.

So, this time Mo Ran thought carefully for a long time and drafted countless times, a year name that shocked the world and was sobbing and shaking ghosts and gods emerged - "Stop the halberd".

The meaning is good. The two words that the First Emperor racked his brains to come up with were the kindness of "stop the army and retreat". However, it seems a bit embarrassing to the people.

Especially those who are illiterate, it sounds even more awkward.

The first year is called the first year of the halberd, and no matter how you hear it, it is like a chicken turning the year.

The next year, the second year, the chicken hand was called for two years.

Chicken hand for three years.

Someone closed the door and scolded him: "It's ridiculous. Why don't you get a halberd? In the future, you don't have to ask the other party Gui Geng when you see a man. Just ask the other party how many years the chicken hand is! The centenarian old man called the hundred-year-old chicken hand!"

After three years of hard work, the year name "Jiu" is finally about to be completed.

Everyone in the world was waiting for His Majesty the fourth year of Emperor's Majesty, but this time Mo Ran had no intention of taking it, because in this year, the turmoil in the cultivation world finally broke out in full swing. The righteous men and heroes of the martial arts who had been swallowing their anger for nearly ten years finally joined forces and formed a huge army of millions to force the palace of Shihuang Mo Weiyu.

There is no need for emperors in the world of cultivation.

Especially there is no need for such a tyrant.

After several months of bloody battles, the rebels finally arrived at the foot of the mountain of Life and Death. This steep mountain in Shu is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the Moran Palace stands majestic on the top.

The arrow was on the string, and the last blow was left to overthrow the court. But this blow was also the most dangerous. Seeing the dawn of victory, the entire Allied army began to have different intentions. The old emperor was destroyed, and the new order would be rebuilt. No one wanted to consume his energy at this time, so no one was willing to be the pioneer of this formation and take the lead in attacking the mountain.

They were all afraid that this cunning and vicious tyrant would suddenly fall from the sky, revealing his shiny white teeth like a beast, and would tear open the belly of the people who dared to besiege his palace and bite it into pieces.

Someone's face was calm and said, "Mo Weiyu's magic power is profound and vicious. We should be cautious and not obey his words."

All the generals agreed.

However, at this time, a young man with extremely handsome eyebrows and a luxurious face walked out. He was wearing a silver-blue light armor, a lion's head belt, a high ponytail tied, and an exquisite silver buckle at the bottom.

The young man's face looked ugly. He said, "It's all at the foot of the mountain. You are still here to be so silly that you refuse to go up. Do you want to wait for Mo Weiyu to climb down by himself? What a group of timid and afraid of things!"

As soon as he said this, a circle of people around him exploded.

"How did Mr. Xue say? What does it mean to be timid? Whenever a military clan uses things, be cautious. If you don't care about it, who will be responsible for anything happening?"

Immediately someone mocked him: "Haha, Mr. Xue is the pride of heaven, and we are just ordinary people. Since the pride of heaven can't wait to compete with the Emperor of the Human World, then you might as well go up the mountain first. We will hold a banquet at the foot of the mountain and wait for you to lift Mo Weiyu's head down. How great is this."

These words were a little more exciting. An old monk in the Allied Army quickly stopped the young man who was about to attack, replaced by a squire's face, and persuaded in a harmonious voice:

"Mr. Xue, please listen to the old monk's words. The old monk knows that you have a deep personal grudge with Mo Weiyu. But the matter of forcing the palace is of great importance. You must consider it for everyone, don't act irritating."

The "Young Master Xue" who is targeted by the public is named Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he was once the leader of the young and arrogant person who was praised by everyone.

However, when times pass, the tiger falls into the sun, he has to endure the ridicule and mockery of these people, just to go up the mountain to see Mo Ran again.

Xue Meng's face was twisted in anger, her lips trembled, but she tried her best to suppress it and asked, "Then, when will you wait?"

"At least we need to see the movement."

"Yes, what if Mo Weiyu is ambushing?"

The old monk who had just mixed with the mixed monk also advised: "Mr. Xue, don't be anxious. We have all reached the foot of the mountain, so it's better to be careful. Anyway, Mo Weiyu is trapped in the palace and cannot come down to the mountain. He is now at the end of his strength and cannot become a climate. Why do we act rashly for the sake of this urgent situation? There are so many people at the foot of the mountain and so many nobles. Who can be responsible if he loses his life?"

Xue Meng suddenly became furious: "Responsible? Then let me ask you, who can be responsible for the life of my master? Mo Ran has been under house arrest for ten years! A full ten years! My master is on the mountain now, how can you let me wait?"

When everyone heard Xue Meng mention his master, they couldn't stand it.

Some people showed shame on their faces, while others glanced left and right, stammering and silent.

"Ten years ago, Mo Ran was named the Immortal Lord, and slaughtered all the seventy-two cities of the Rufeng Sect. He also wanted to destroy the remaining nine sects. Later, Mo Ran was the emperor and wanted to kill you. Who stopped him in the end during these two catastrophes? If my master hadn't fought to protect each other, could you still be alive? Could you still stand here and talk to me?"

Finally someone coughed twice and said softly: "Mr. Xue, don't get angry. We... are all very guilty and grateful for the matter of Grandmaster Chu. But as you said, he has been under house arrest for ten years, and if there is anything, it would have been... So, you have been waiting for ten years, and you are not in a hurry to do this moment, are you right?"

"Yes? Fuck you right!"

The man opened his eyes wide: "How can you scold people?"

"Why don't I scold you? Master died because he was out of the matter, but he actually saved you... this......"

He could no longer say anything, and his throat choked: "I'm not worth it for him."

At the end of the talk, Xue Meng turned his head suddenly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he held back tears.

"We didn't say we wouldn't save Grandmaster Chu..."

"That's right, everyone remembers the goodness of Grandmaster Chu in their hearts, but they have never forgotten that Mr. Xue, you really have given you the hat of ungratefulness to everyone, which is unbearable."

"But then again, isn't Mo Ran also a disciple of Master Chu?" Someone said softly, "I want to say that in fact, the disciple is a master who is a master should be responsible. The so-called son is not a fault of his father, and the teacher is not a strict teacher's laziness. This is nothing wrong, so what's there to complain about?"

This was a little mean, and someone immediately stopped drinking: "What crazy words do you say! Keep your mouth in mind!"

He turned his head and advised Xue Meng with a kind look.

"Young Master Xue, don't worry..."

Xue Meng suddenly interrupted his head, his eyes rippled: "How could I not be anxious? You don't have a back pain when you stand and speak, but that's my master! Mine!!! I haven't seen him for so many years! I don't know whether he is dead or alive, I don't know how he is doing. What do you think you are standing here for?"

He gasped, his eyes red: "Will Mo Weiyu go down the mountain by himself and kneel in front of you and beg for mercy?"

"Young Master Xue..."

"Apart from Master, I have no one who is amiable person in the world." Xue Meng broke away from the corner of his clothes that was pulled by the old monk and said hoarsely, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself."

Leaving these words, he went up the mountain alone with his sword.

The cold and humid wind is mixed with thousands of leaves and sounds, and the thick fog is like countless evil spirits whispering in the mountains and forests, wandering rustling.

Xue Meng walked alone to the top of the mountain, and the majestic palace where Mo Ran was located was lit with peaceful candlelight in the night. He suddenly saw three tombs standing in front of the Tower of Heaven. When he approached, he saw that the first tomb had green grass and the tombstone was tilted and the eight dog crawling words "The Tomb of Concubine Qingzhen Chu Ji" were chiseled.

Opposite to this "Queen Steamed Queen", the second tomb is a new tomb. The seal has just been covered, and the "Tomb of the Queen of Oil Blasting Song" is carved on it.

“…”

If it were more than ten years ago, when he saw this ridiculous scene, Xue Meng would have been unable to help laughing out loud.
To be continued...