Old Lady Feng: "You have to find someone. Your family can't be with you forever. You have to find someone who can accompany you!"
"Grandma, let's talk about it later."
"Then tell grandma honestly, are you still waiting for Achen?"
"Grandma, stop imagining things. Achen must have something important to do, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed away for so many years!"
"Alas, grandma is just afraid that after we are gone, my daughter will be all alone in this world."
Feng Jiu: "Grandma, what are you thinking? Do you think our family is short of people? With so many people, will I be lonely? Besides, grandpa and grandma will live a long life. Anyway, my daughter is hungry. Let's have breakfast first?"
Seeing that Feng Jiu didn't want to talk anymore, the two elders stopped talking too. Several little ones were already waiting in the restaurant. When they saw Feng Jiu and the others come in, Feng Zhan's third son Feng Jingze said, "Aunt, come sit next to Jingze."
Feng Qi's other youngest son, Feng Qingyi, said, "No, my aunt wants to make love with me today, and you are not allowed to compete with me for it."
Fengjiu was thinking to herself, with her seventeen nephews, she was really tired today. When they were young, her brothers fought over to sit with her, and when they grew up, her nephews fought over to sit with her. Her life was divided clearly by them day after day, so she could not make decisions on her own, otherwise they would cry in front of her.
Woohoo, Fengjiu also wants a younger sister or niece. These brothers are just as grandpa said, useless! They can't even give birth to a great-granddaughter.
How come the Feng family is so good at giving birth to sons? They have eight brothers and seventeen nephews. Maybe they will have more in the future. If these seventeen nephews get married and have more children...
No, no, I can’t think about Fengjiu anymore. If I continue thinking about her, she will become EMO.
He still sat next to Feng Qingyi. After breakfast, Feng Jiu said something to his grandparents and went into the space.
Now there is no crop planting in the space. Every household in Nanli has surplus food, and the people live a prosperous life. In the past ten years, whenever there was a disaster, the court could basically solve it on its own. The people became rich, and the court also became rich.
When she came to Nangong Beichen's side of the space, the rocking chair under the grape trellis was where she often sat. She took a small stove, boiled a pot of water, made a pot of tea, and then lay on the rocking chair.
Feng Jiu now doesn't know what she thinks of Nangong Beichen. After so many years, she still thinks of him occasionally, but there is really no love for him. Her family thinks that she is not getting married in order to wait for Nangong Beichen to come back, but in fact, it is not the case. She just hasn't met the person she wants to spend her life with.
Fengjiu lay in the rocking chair and fell asleep unknowingly.
In the vast world of immortal cultivation, the sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds rolled like ink, and thunder roared deafeningly.
The atmosphere in the originally peaceful fairy mountains suddenly became solemn and depressing.
Suddenly, an extremely bright purple light broke through the air from the end of the sky. Wherever the light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light.
When the light faded, the figure of Emperor Beichen slowly emerged.
He stood tall and majestic, seemingly one with the heavens and the earth. His moon-white robe fluttered in the wind, the starry patterns embroidered on it shimmering with mysterious light, as if containing the endless mysteries of the universe.
The emperor had a stern face, and his facial features, as if carved, exuded a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were as deep as cold stars, which seemed to contain endless wisdom and vicissitudes of life.
Under the high nose bridge, the thin lips are slightly pursed, revealing an innate arrogance.
Above his head, a strange halo shone, the light was sacred and inviolable, as if it was the supreme symbol between heaven and earth.
Fairy air and auspicious colors lingered around him, and every strand contained tremendous power, making the surrounding space tremble.
When Emperor Beichen descended, the entire world of immortal cultivation seemed to be silent under his majesty, and all things bowed to him.
Behind Emperor Beichen followed a half-grown boy with a pair of dragon horns on his head.
In the heavenly palace filled with fairy air, the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating.
Emperor Beichen sat high on the throne, his expression stern and his majestic gaze swept over the silent immortals under his throne.
"Do you have anything else to say? The truth of that year has been found out, and you are still telling me these nonsense. Do you really think that my decree is a joke?" The voice of Emperor Beichen was like a loud bell, resounding throughout the palace and shaking the hearts of the immortals.
He just waved his hand, and a mysterious fairy light instantly enveloped the fairies who had made mistakes.
The light contained endless pressure and punishment power, causing the immortals to groan in pain.
Some immortals trembled, turned pale, and broke out in cold sweat under the pressure of the light; some even knelt on the ground, begging the emperor for forgiveness.
However, Emperor Beichen remained unmoved. His gaze was as cold as ice. "This punishment is to make you remember. From now on, if anyone dares to embarrass her with this matter, don't blame me for crippling him. If he does it again, I will not let him off lightly!"
As his words fell, the mysterious immortal power glowed more and more intensely. The immortals who had made mistakes suffered immense pain, but they also knew that this was the punishment they deserved.
The entire Heavenly Palace was immersed in the majesty and anger of Emperor Beichen. No one dared to plead for mercy. They all secretly swore in their hearts that they would apologize to the Phoenix Princess in the future. They had indeed wronged her, and when she returned from her ordeal, they would come to her house to apologize.
After all the immortals had left, Xiao Longlong glanced at Emperor Beichen and said, "Emperor, when are we going back? Tomorrow is our master's eighteenth birthday!"
"I haven't punished you yet, and you're already anxious?"
Xiao Longlong: "Hasn't everything been investigated now? This isn't my fault. It's all the demons' fault. I wasn't the one who released the monsters from the Demon Suppression Tower. Didn't we kill the demon from the Demon Clan?"
"If you hadn't been so playful and entered the Demon Suppression Tower without permission, would the Blood Demon of the Demon Clan have had the chance to enter? You still haven't reflected on this. The demons have killed so many mortals, and who will pay for their lives? After you return from this tribulation, you will go to the mortal world to train for a thousand years."
"Emperor, please don't. I don't want to leave my master."
Emperor Beichen glanced at Xiaolonglong, who silently shut up and no longer dared to beg for mercy.
This person is Nangong Beichen, the Emperor Beichen of the world of immortal cultivation. The world of immortals is also divided into the world of immortal cultivation, the world of upper gods, and the world of transformation into gods.
In the world of immortal cultivation, once one reaches a certain level of cultivation, one can ascend to the upper realm of gods. In the upper realm of gods, one can ascend to the realm of transformation gods after reaching the peak of cultivation.
Every realm has its own ruler. The previous rulers of the immortal world were the parents of Emperor Beichen, who have ascended to the realm of gods.
There are four major families in the world of immortal cultivation: the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and the Black Tortoise Clan.
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