Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The paths in the fields are crisscrossed and arranged in an orderly manner, with lakes dotted among them like crystals. At the end of the path, peach blossoms are in full bloom on the hillside, pink as clouds and white as snow, blooming gorgeously on the branches.

He stared at the 'old man' not far away with infatuated eyes, remembering him firmly in his mind, thinking about drawing him when he got back. The next moment, he frowned, why did he feel like he didn't remember what he looked like?

"Are you back from the mountains, old man?" A passing villager greeted him and carried his hoe to work in the fields.

"I'm back. I'm going to the clan leader's house." He nodded and smiled.

"The patriarch is at home, at home," he said, waving his hand.

The two walked down the path, and at the bend, the God of Tides pulled the King of Medicine and the two transformed into white-bearded old men and came out.

"Since you are here, please pass on the medicine sutra before leaving."

"Yes, I would have planned this even if you didn't tell me." That's not a problem at all, it's obviously all his merits!!

They passed each other as if they didn't know each other at all, but they understood each other through their eyes and went to their respective destinations.

The clan leader's house is the only large blue brick and tile house in the village. All the family members are very promising. In their words, smoke is coming out of their ancestral graves. When they saw the clan leader coming from afar, they went to greet him.

"Sir," I suddenly had a thought, are you going to leave? I changed my mind and felt relieved.

"I received a message from home saying that my disciple and I must return home. I am sorry for bothering you these days." He said a few words casually.

"Sir, you are old and I am afraid it is difficult for you to travel long distances." No way, you are old and your family is not peaceful.

"It's okay." He waved his hand and walked away with Bai Ze.

"Ah," the clan leader sighed, turned his head and saw his grandson playing in the mud, his face was distorted, he had time to care about others? No, these guys at home made him exhausted.

"Sir, are you leaving?" he asked when he saw his old man coming in.

"Who says it's not true? The master is very knowledgeable and talented. There must be an unfilial son in his family. Otherwise, how could no one take care of him for a year?" She was worried. "I'm afraid he might miss the master's money when he goes back?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man? It is the right thing for a gentleman to return to his roots when he is old," he said with a sidelong glance.

Rumors spread very quickly in this village. When the two men arrived at the door of the wooden house, a group of men, women, and children gathered there. When they saw them coming, they put their things down and ran away, as if they were afraid that they would not be accepted.

I quietly peeked in from a distance, knowing well that they couldn't keep this old gentleman here. The clothes he wore on the first day were not something the farmers could afford.

"What? Are you still relying on me?" She kicked Bai Ze on the leg and acted like a shy girl when she entered the room.

"So what if I depend on you?" His fingertips intertwined, his eyes widened, and he muttered, "I can't fly the clouds,"

"I can hear you," frowned Bai Ze, who is famous for his wisdom and scheming, could be such a person? He doesn't look like that at all.

"Hey, I'm telling the truth. I really can't ride a cloud." He was right. Flying should not be considered riding a cloud.

"Ha," do you think she believes it?

With a wave of his sleeve, the door closed. Outside, the sun rose in the east and set in the west. Before dawn, two figures appeared at the entrance of the village.

He seemed to be walking slowly on the official road, but in fact he was extremely fast. In just a moment, he left the villages and towns behind. A hundred years had passed in the human world, and the great-great-grandson of Bai Ze was the emperor today.

Although it cannot be said that every household does not pick up things on the streets, it can be said that the political situation is clean and the country is peaceful and prosperous, except for major disasters.

"Slow down, I can't catch up," the young man behind was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to stop.

He raised his hand and pressed his brow helplessly. Why was he so talkative? He was doubting whether he had recognized the wrong person.

"Your cultivation is too low," he said without any hesitation. Her speed was almost as fast as a snail and there was no way he could catch up with her.

"I know that, but the problem is that my hard work in cultivation is useless," he wiped the sweat off his forehead and said unconvincingly.

Although they all said that they were the reincarnations of the ancient god Bai Ze, he never thought that he was the ancient god Bai Ze. He was just Emperor Xia Bai Ze from the mortal world, and his cultivation was already very fast!

They stopped at the bank of the Qingfeng River. Before they could talk, a barrier had already fallen beside them, distorting time.

"The innate spirit has no father or mother. You can treat it as a memory, but you cannot deny its existence."

"When you deny it, you are also wasting your own resources. Nothing can be obtained without paying a price."

"The Heavenly Palace has strict rules and is unreasonable, but it also distinguishes between people. Profits and strength are the most important. The spiritual source will protect you or not. You are the only one who can be relied upon," he said openly.

How could a mortal be so fast? Did he not know what was going on? If he could not confirm that it was the reincarnation of an ancient god, who would bother with a fairy crawling up from below?

"In the end, is it me who devours memories to become my true self, or is it memories that devour me to live a different life? In the end, I am myself?"

His eyes flickered. As the ancient god Bai Ze, his memories must be huge and messy. Just him? I'm afraid that his sea of ​​consciousness will collapse?

"Surviving is the most important thing. As the saying goes, one day in heaven is one year on earth. When you go back, you will probably meet many of your old subordinates. You don't want the emperor in their hearts to be so weak, right?" he bewitched.

Bai Ze raised his head suddenly, and met the narrow and long golden pupils. The eyes were like broken gold, and there was a halo of the same color at the end of the eyes. However, Bai Ze felt that this was not the true appearance of this prince at all. It was not right, very wrong.

Why would he think that? He had seen it before.

"Will they become immortals?" He quickly calmed down and looked surprised.

"The ancient gods all have their own trump cards and powers to facilitate the handling of everything. What do you think?" he asked with a half-smile.

"Thank you for the advice. Bai Ze will definitely repay you." He should repay the favor of saving his life with his own body. This is not too much, right?

"Heh," she chuckled as she looked at Bai Ze's serious expression. She knew at once that this guy had bad intentions. Was he plotting against her? And even offering himself to her? "You'll be obedient, right?"

"Yes," his eyes flashed. He was looking for someone who would obey him? His fists clenched under his wide sleeves. Of course he could do it! Which little goblin dared to compete with him? They didn't know who Bai Ze was!

"My token will be sent to me if you have any questions in the future."

Bai Ze got the token and began to daydream. He looked again and saw where the person was. He quickly grabbed the scarf and shouted.

"You can't abandon me. I can't ride the clouds."

Jiuli was so upset that his forehead was filled with black lines. If this was an ordinary shawl, he would have broken it long ago. He turned his wrist and pulled Bai Ze up, holding Bai Ze's collar with one hand.

The feeling of flying this time was completely different from the one Lingyuan brought. I just felt that something was a little strange. It was probably because the wind was too strong and I didn't think it through.

The scenery kept changing, and before long they appeared in the Mu Qing Palace that the Emperor of Heaven had renovated for Bai Ze in the Heavenly Palace.

"Your Highness, stop, stop, my neck is about to break," Bai Ze frowned and tried hard to maintain his image, fearing that his flapping limbs would ruin his image in the eyes of the heavenly soldiers and slaves.

Okay, he admitted that he didn't want the men who came up to treat him as, ahem, he couldn't say that, he couldn't say that.

"You didn't even use your full strength, why are you crying like this?" Tears in your eyes? How could you be a decisive emperor?

"No?" This is weird? I didn't react.