Predecessors all over the world

A new world, will it definitely be perfect?

Of course not.

The rich slaves have existed in ancient times. It is much better to be servants of wealthy families than to be good people. Therefore, although slaves are nominally extinct, they still exist in fact, but they are changed to be called investment and recharge.

The upper part is a slave, and can be bought and sold.

After Azhao found out, he went to the largest human resources market in the capital.

In the simple shack, some people sell goods everywhere with their teeth, while others sell themselves. People, horses, mules and donkeys are crowded together, and the air is filled with the smell of feces and sweat.

She stood under the tea shed in the distance and watched quietly.

Soon, Donghe's question came from behind: "Are you disappointed?"

"What's there to be disappointment?" Azhao said lightly, "This is inevitable."

"What's the point of everything you do?" he sighed.

For hundreds of years, he has witnessed this woman gradually abolishing the difference between high and low, and no matter how reluctant she is, she must admit her ability. However, looking back, the abolished system has emerged again and makes a comeback.

She said: "Of course, people's lives were destined from birth, but now they are not. Ordinary people can become officials, and nobles will become mud afterwards, and the future is unknown."

Now, no one believes in the nonsense that nobles are born noble; now, even the son of a slave can redeem himself; now, people have the possibility of changing their own situation.

But Donghe was not scared away by such words. After being with him for many years, he knew her true thoughts: "But the world you want is not like this."

Azhao did not deny it, nor could she deny it. What she longed for was a world where everyone was equal, and officials were just officials, no different from ordinary people. They would commit crimes with common people, and those who betrayed their labor were no shorter than those who served.

A head.

"What are you going to do next?" He was curious.

"Secret cultivation." Unexpectedly, Azhao actually gave an answer that was equivalent to letting go, "I want to leave the future to them to decide."

He was surprised: "You don't care?"

She smiled and said slowly: "Once upon a time, this was a desert, and the seeds could not germinate, and they were thousands of miles away. And I finally changed the environment here, with sunshine, water, and fertilizer, suitable for different seeds to germinate

Growth. That's enough, I can't grow instead of them."

He was silent.

The wheels are circling around, carrying the people here toward all directions and towards different lives.

Azhao turned around and walked towards the direction of leaving the city, as if explaining, as if he was talking to himself: "If I kept pruning according to my wishes, maybe one day I would achieve my goal, but that would be my back garden.

Forget it. Even the way of heaven has not interfered with, so why should I decide for them?"

"I'm not necessarily wrong, but I'm not necessarily right." Her figure swayed in the crowd and suddenly disappeared a hundred feet away.

Donghe's heart tightened and subconsciously chased after him: "Azhao, where are you going?"

Dust is flying.

Children on both sides of the street jumped and fell down with the little girl tied with her. The sugar man shattered and splashed, like sweet snowflakes. The rich aroma of soy milk and white steam came from the bun shop next door.

Overflowing from the steamer is like clouds and mist in the fairyland.

The luxurious carriage passed by, which was an official who was about to work. The woman wrapped in blue cloth on her head carried a vegetable basket and hurried to the market to buy vegetables. The young student in a cloth clothes was carrying a bookcase.

, hurried to the academy for class.

The world of fireworks, ordinary people, are like a lantern, flowing by Azhao in a hurry.

She worked hard for hundreds of years to create a more free era for them. But the future of mankind should not be decided by one person.

This is not only her world, but also their world.

"The future of the world must be handed back to their own hands." Ah Zhao breathed out, feeling relieved, "From the future, mankind will decide their own destiny."

"Azhao, where are you going?"

"I'm not Ah Zhao, I'm leaving."

She said, disappearing into the world.

Mackerel fantasy outside.

The third light was on, and You Baichuan and Kongli appeared before and after.

Feiying was the first to run over and ask, "Brother Kong, have you passed the third level?"

"Ah? Feiying." Kong Li's eyes were focused for a while. He pressed his forehead and recalled for a while. Fang said, "The third level... should be right, I will come out after I pass the level."

Feiying was surprised: "But there are four levels in total."

Why did he come out after passing the third level? There was another level? He was suspicious, but he couldn't bear to ask again. Kong Li's condition seemed too bad.

You Baichuan's situation is a little better than him, at least he can't tell the reason from his expression.

You Yan waved his hand and called his nephew: "How?"

"At the third." You Baichuan looked up at the glass lanterns lit at the door, frowned, "It's coming out when it's over."

You Yan was not surprised and nodded and said, "The third level is the final level, and only the destined person can enter the fourth level."

The White Demon King had a sharp ear and suddenly heard the key: "A person with destiny?" Could it be that the person with destiny is related to the power of Kunpeng?

You Yan laughed: "The Demon King hasn't figured it out yet, right? The mackerel fantasy and mackerel have nothing to do with any kind of monster."

The White Demon King subconsciously wanted to say "far", but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the unsightly look of the Mo Demon King's face, and changed his expression to his lips: "Of course I know."

I know what a big deal. The Mo Demon King laughed sarcastically but didn't say anything to sabotage him. You Yan is not a targetless person. He would say this for a reason. Unfortunately, they have a high level of cultivation and cannot enter, so they cannot guess the mystery.

He thought, glanced at his subordinates. The poisonous squid said in a voice: "King, there are basically illusions inside, and everything is messy, but I really didn't see anything related to Kunpeng."

They both had a secret ulterior motive and refused to ask more questions. The Golden Demon King had no such concern and asked, "I don't understand what Master You said. Isn't the mackerel fantasy created by a monster similar to a mirage?

Is that true?"

"As far as I know, unless it is a demon cultivator who is about to ascend, it is impossible to transform into such an illusion." You Yan was wearing a solemn dress today and a huge sapphire ring on his fingers. At this moment, he was wandering around.

The ring on the finger was a bit mysterious: "The mackerel fantasy... is more like a human hand than a demon cultivator's ability."

The Golden Demon King tilted his head, his face was pretty, but his eyes were very sharp: "Why, do you think I, the demon cultivator, do not have such ability?"

"Don't be angry with the Golden Demon King, I don't have this intention." You Yan's tone was unclear, "But, the mackerel illusion from test to metaphor is closely related to humans, but there are no traces of demon cultivators."

The four demon kings looked at their subordinates at the same time. They all gave affirmative answers.

You Yan said slowly, "So, I was surprised that some of you suddenly became very interested in this." After pausing for a while, he asked meaningfully, "Is there any reason why I am not very clear about it?"

Yin Miaomiao woke up from the illusion and was still sitting on the chair. At this time, she already understood what this chair represents, it was the judge, the throne, and loneliness.

She sat in this chair for a long time, savoring hundreds of years in the illusion. There is no doubt that changing a world with her own hands will have a strong sense of satisfaction, but it is mixed with melancholy, sadness, loneliness, and indescribable.

At this moment, another door of the hall opened.

A light shone in, instantly dispelling the gloom in the hall and also sent her a brand new invitation.

Yin Miaomiao stood up and walked into the path of light.

The scene behind the palace is familiar and unfamiliar. This is exactly where she arrived when she first entered the illusion. After going around in circles, she actually returned to the origin. However, after a few illusions, it felt like a thousand years later, and she felt a great sense of strangeness.

"Please sit." Xiaoqin and Xiaoyu sat on everyone and invited her to have tea again.

This time the tea was just ordinary tea, with a light taste, bitter aftertaste, and a hint of sweetness came out after falling into her throat. She savored it for a moment and smiled, "Is this tea called 'a taste of life', right?"

"This is a good name." Xiaoyu laughed lightly than Xiaoqin, "Let's call this name in the future."

Yin Miaomiao smiled, feeling that her tired and tired mind slowly recovered, and her mind gradually became clear. She knew that this tea was of great benefit, so she took two more sips, closed her eyes and rested for a while, and asked, "Two."

It’s not as easy as treating me to tea, isn’t it?”

"You have passed the third level, and you can leave the truth." Xiaoqin looked at her with affectionate eyes and said, "But you also have the opportunity to go or not. It is up to you to decide whether to go or not."

Yin Miaomiao thought for a moment and asked, "What's special about this level?"

Xiao Qin thought for a while: "I heard the lingering sound."

She was surprised.

"How?" the sisters asked in unison.

Yin Miaomiao did not hesitate to think: "I'll go."

"Then you go up." They pointed out the way forward.

It was a spiral spiral. The jade steps were carved with strange flowers and plants, fairy birds and beasts, and vines wrapped into flower walls, surrounding her and walking upwards.

At the end of the road is a pavilion. There is a person in the pavilion who is sticking with chess pieces and chess board. The sound is pleasant, like a stream or a bird singing, and it is pleasant to hear it.

She paused: "Satisfied? No, you are..."

"The scene of discussing the truth with him in your memory is very interesting," he said. "You might as well review it today, please sit down."

Yin Miaomiao sat down opposite him, thinking about something.

"Do you know where this is?" he asked.

"Mackerel fantasy." Yin Miaomiao raised his eyelashes, his eyes shimmering, "Or, love-desire fantasy?"

He nodded: "Love is the nature of human beings, and desire is what affects them. This illusion is designed to test human beings' love and desire."

Yin Miaomiao thought to himself, indeed, the mackerel fantasy has nothing to do with mackerel and Kunpeng, and it is just a simple homophone. Xiao Qin and Xiao Yu used this name to be mostly the spirits of the magic.

However, what did she mean when she met Xiao Qin several times later?

He seemed to be able to see through her thoughts and said, "You are following the path of love, not the path of desire."

“How to distinguish?”

"Those who value love are desires arise from love, and those who value desires are desires arise from desire."

She remembered the initial illusion and understood a little.

He also said: "The love between men and women is a small love, and the joy of clouds and rain is a small desire. However, as the saying goes, a leaf knows autumn, and a small sight is seen. If you don't understand the love, it is difficult to know the great love."

Yin Miaomiao realized: "My first illusion is Xiaoqing."

That time, she was "reincarnated" and became the daughter of the Duke of Yin's Mansion. She fell in love with four men and experienced different feelings. It was the test of Xiaoqing.

"No, so, now I'm going to ask you," he said slowly, "ask the world, what is love?"