The third year of the Xia Dynasty.

The world has completely settled down, and with the help of Linggu, it has become more prosperous.

The palace finally received simple repairs. The collapsed walls and palaces were swept away and replaced by empty spaces. Because in Jiang Fugui's view, most palaces are useless waste, and annual repairs require expenditures.

A lot of silver.

The cost of rebuilding a palace can cover hundreds of miles of roads and dozens of water conservancy projects. In addition, tens of thousands of taels will be invested in repairs every year. The entire palace will require millions of taels a year based on its original scale.

And this is just the most basic cost price, and the actual cost is even more.

The Jiang family, who had raised chickens and dogs to heaven, had considerable objections to this. The empress had been clamoring for repairs to the palace more than once. The ministers also made suggestions and advised the emperor to build such palaces.

There is a side hall with a small bridge and flowing water, and a pavilion with a stove to warm wine.

Jiang Fugui and Gu Wen were drinking. The former complained endlessly: "That woman is just not a householder and doesn't know how to make food, rice, oil and salt. If she keeps complaining for a few days, she will be scrapped. There is also talent promotion. After so many years, she has not learned a thing about the world. As a prince,

I can meet and make friends with some ministers in private."

"As for his father, I have no idea about this position. If it had been anyone else, he would have died countless times."

Gu Wen said calmly: "The world is just a grassroots class. You think everyone is like a dragon, but in fact most people are insects. Not everyone is proficient in everything. You are a general, but obviously he is not suitable to be one.

monarch."

"Fugui, have you ever thought about practicing cultivation?"

Gu Wen suddenly asked, looking at his old friend's head full of white hair.

Jiang Fugui has reached the age of knowing his fate, and due to the ancient living environment, he looks like he is sixty years old.

"Think about it, of course I would if I could, who doesn't want to live longer."

He nodded without hesitation, but there was not much desire in his eyes.

"If you can...wealth, you can see it more clearly than many people." Gu Wen praised him, then poured him a glass and said: "Practice requires cutting off the worldly world, and you have to abandon power and status, and even...

Wife and children.”

"Drink this glass of wine and you will fake your death and escape in a year."

To practice outside the heavens and to practice in the mountains, most of the time, you need to cut off the mortal world. In the words of Master Qingcang, cutting off the ordinary world is not only conducive to practice, but also prevents disciples from relying on their influence in the sect to hinder the operation of mortal power.

No matter how bad those aristocratic families are, it is better than an old farmer who used to farm suddenly taking the position of city lord because of a talented disciple.

Gu Wen agreed with this.

And Jiang Fugui needs to cut off the mortal world simply because he wants to become an immortal. It is impossible for him to send dozens or hundreds of Jiang family members out, nor will he do so.

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Fugui fell silent.

Gu Wen said: "Weren't you still complaining just now? It's time to take this opportunity to get away, go practice and enjoy hundreds of years of leisure."

"..."

"Don't you want to say anything? In that case, I will help you decide and drink it."

Gu Wen picked up the wine glass and handed it to Jiang Fugui's mouth. His trembling lips slowly opened, and the liquid containing a wisp of spiritual energy slipped into his throat.

Jiang Fugui is an ordinary person. He not only wants to get the benefits of spiritual practice, but also cannot let go of his family ties.

When he was in a dilemma, he needed someone to push him. Gu Wen was not as pretentious as him and directly chose the answer he wanted.

Except for Jiang Fugui, everyone else in the Jiang family died, and they were not born by him.

After drinking the warm wine, Jiang Fugui suddenly calmed down a lot. The two continued to warm the wine and make tea, and they tacitly agreed not to talk about the topic just now.

For the next year, Jiang Fugui never said a word to anyone, as if it had never happened.

In the fourth year of the Great Xia Dynasty, Jiang Fugui died quietly in his sleep. According to his will, the temple name was Taizong.

Because he was not the first person to sit on the dragon throne, nor was he the founder of Daxia.

After Jiang Jucai succeeded to the throne, the palace began to be repaired and gradually became more magnificent.

Only the remote Imperial Garden is still a patch of farmland.

It's night.

He Huanxun, who was dressed elegantly in white, came, followed by more than a dozen women of different looks, all of whom were very gorgeous without exception.

"Brother Gu, long time no see, long time no see!"

He Huan hugged Gu Wen enthusiastically, and his gesture made the girls very curious, wondering what kind of god this was.

Gu Wen smiled and said: "We just got together once a few years ago, how are the others doing now?"

"Murong Xue is still looking for an opportunity to build her own Taoist soldiers. Lu Chan is missing, and He Qing dives into the Fire Cloud Cave and they are all separated."

He Huan sighed finally, looking a little lonely.

Although they don't spend much time together, it's easiest for a group of young people to develop feelings through life and death.

"There is no such thing as a feast that never ends. We will see you again in the future."

Gu Wen was also quite emotional. Seven or eight years had passed in a blink of an eye, but to him it seemed like yesterday.

He fought with He Huan to grab the Dragon Bridge, fought with them to grab the Luoshui River, and joined forces to kill Zhenjun, but now they were all gone in the blink of an eye.

To say that the relationship is actually not deep, He Huan's friendship with Gu Wen is relatively deep. But just like in his previous life, from elementary school to graduation from college, the classmates at each stage, although the relationship is not deep, can be remembered deeply.

"But you have married so many wives and concubines, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, so you can't pretend to be an empty-nest old man."

Gu Wen changed the subject and joked, He Huan waved his hands repeatedly, without saying anything, and said into his ears: "Don't mention it, I fight with you every day, and this appearance is all acquired through the use of pills. If it weren't for them, they would be like this.

Appearance creates unspoken rules of superiority and inferiority, and I will not give them beautification. It is a natural thing, so there is no need to add red powder."

A flash of light flashed in Gu Wen's eyes. With his current level of cultivation, he could see through the bones at a glance. Most of them were indeed born with ordinary looks.

Monks are generally handsome in appearance, but their beauty is still sought after by others, and their bone appearance is a major reason.

Getting back to the topic, He Huan glanced at the silent middle-aged man in sackcloth next to Gu Wen and said, "Is this what you want me to take away? He doesn't seem to have any qualifications for cultivation."

"Nothing, I will ask the Yuqing Sect to provide bone cutting and marrow cleaning. Zhenjun does not have extravagant expectations. It will be no problem to take medicine and take a golden elixir."

"He is so heroic and worthy of being the Jade Qing Tianzun."

He Huan gave a thumbs up, and Gu Wen asked: "What about you, do you want to take these with you?"

"Only bring one with me. The others have no qualifications for cultivation. For mortals, the outer world is no better than this land of immortality. I will leave a clone here to send them off to death. It is enough to live a stable life."

"When does Brother Gu plan to go out?"

"99% perfect."

"The hero should be Brother Gu!"

Jiujiu Perfection means becoming an immortal, and all immortals must be Ninety-nine Perfections. However, there has never been any record of reaching the Nine-Nine Perfection from a mortal in one step.

And once Gu Wen becomes successful, his reputation will probably be no less than that of Immortal Qing Cang.

When he thought of this, He Huan couldn't help but get extremely excited.

Because his friendship with Gu Wen is enough for him to walk sideways in the spiritual world in the future. This is also his biggest gain in becoming an immortal.

No Taoist foundation, Taoist weapon, or magic medicine is as great as the friendship with Gu Wen. Ever since Gu Wen became the top of the human and earth rankings, the sect has been completely obedient to him. He is even better than those real ones.

You are very useful.

Because everyone is sure that Gu Wen can become an immortal, and he has an immortal friend who is less than a hundred years old.

The two of them went to the hospital and drank for half the night, until early in the morning, when purple energy came from the east and shone on the stone table in the courtyard.

He Huan came to his senses, stood up and said, "Brother Gu, let's meet in the practice world later."

After watching He Huan and Jiang Fugui go away, Gu Wen returned to the house to meditate.

——

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, the Qihai Immortal Platform is tens of thousands of feet wide, and the nine-layer Dao Foundation has been completed.

【Three Thousand Years of Tianmui】

【Four Thousand Years of Emperor Jing】

[Nine-nine times of perfection, cast the mountain as the foundation, build the road as the steps, and ascend to the immortal road]

Gu Wen slowly opened his eyes, and slightly drew out the fairy sword placed on the sword stand in the center of the room, and a cold light shone across the room.

An old voice came and said: "You will be a few years sooner than I thought. Maybe you will be perfect in another ten years."

Gu Wen asked: "Can Jiujiu Perfection be better than Jianmu?"

Xianjian replied: "It's difficult, even if it's Jianmu's incarnation, it's hard for you to win. That saint's weapon is incomprehensible to you and me. What's more, there are twelve demon ancestor clones. They are now determined to kill Qing."

Cang."

"What if I have the ninth level of Dao foundation and the ninth level of immortality?"

"No, you can't bet on that slim chance. You are more important than Qing Cang."

Immortal Sword's voice slowed down and he continued: "Qingcang is not forced to do so. If she is willing to give up her semi-saint body now, cut herself off and become a mortal, she can still become an immortal after cultivating for thousands of years. But she decided to die, for
To be continued...