Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 514: 16. With a flip of the hand, the wind rises, and the snow falls with a flip of the hand

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The fourth killing tribulation had yet to arrive, or perhaps it had already arrived, but he still did not know.

However, if it really happened, then there would at least be a stir in the royal family of Da Qi. The Imperial Advisor would also have some changes, but there was none.

Xia Ji was now a polite and gentle man, looking like a handsome young man. At this moment, even a fool would know that he was a true inner beauty, not a bookworm.

His bearing, his eyes, his walking posture, his mannerisms, and his speech were all from the inside out.

It is also the truth that there are poems and books in the belly.

Someone said a few words, and everyone understood this person’s style.

Someone said countless words, but it still made people feel that he was an idiot.

This was also the reason.

Xia Ji walked around the palace, soaking in goji berries in the library. Even a blind fool could sense that he was different from the rest from the occasional conversation and thought.

Even if he lowered his head, it was like a pearl hidden in a grain of rice.

Even though he didn’t seem to know martial arts, he wasn’t inferior at all.

Therefore, all the mockery and rumors that had been spreading stopped abruptly.

At this moment…

Summer had turned into autumn.

Xia Ji was in the kitchen while Xiao Wu was watching him cook.

Xia Ji was chopping mutton.

He wanted to make soup.

He remembered that this was the soup that Little Su used to be best at cooking.

He remembered this smell for 1,500 years. Even when he was in the Fire Calamity Origin, he still remembered it when he counted silently and wielded his saber for fifteen sixty years.

He did not do well.

Xiao Wu looked at him with disdain.

She stepped forward and snatched the kitchen knife from Xia Ji, telling him to stand aside.

Xia Ji obediently stepped aside and stood beside her. Leaning against the wall, he watched as the 1.5-meter tall figure lowered his head and focused on preparing the mutton and soup.

At this moment, Xiao Wu’s shadow had completely overlapped with Xia Xiaosu’s.

He knew that this was Little Su.

This was his sister.

He suddenly realized that this Little Su and this version of himself were better than the master behind the scenes of the North, the first Pope of the Church, the Divine Martial King, and the Black Emperor.

If one wanted to ascend to that supreme place, what reputation did one need?

He was just a burden.

He wasn’t going to compete with anyone.

He wasn’t working hard for anyone.

The nine great forefathers were undoubtedly the ultimate formidable enemies.

However, he had returned from the hellish source of tribulation, and the deva had transformed into an infant. The anger he had suppressed for 1,500 years had turned into the fire of nirvana between life and death, forging a different state of mind.

He did not want to compete with the ancestor.

He would no longer treat the ancestor as an opponent.

What he desired was to surpass all the living beings in the universe since the creation of the world.

Therefore, he had to take one step at a time to make his realm extremely firm. No one had ever surpassed him, and no one could surpass him.

He did not know what to do.

However, just like when he wielded his saber for fifteen sixty years, he didn’t know what to do.

In that case, not only would he surpass his realm, but he would also possess power that was stronger than any existence in every realm.

Wasn’t the most difficult, most impossible, most idiotic, and most laughable path the path to immortality?

The path was the path.

Whichever path he took, he would end up on that path.

Heavenly Dao.

Great Dao.

It was all Dao.

The path was not the Dao. There were people walking on the road.

but the way is hard to find.

Are you walking the path that everyone else is walking, or are you walking your own unique path?

Doodoo ..

Doodoo …

The sound of the kitchen knife chopping the chopping board, the sound of hot oil entering the pot, the sound of the shovel flipping, the busy back view, and the fragrance that was gradually spreading…

Xia Ji turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, leaves had begun to fall from the green treetops. After the autumn rain a few days ago, the flowers of Yinwei and Luan Hua had been beaten to the cold stone ground and swept to the corner by the palace maids. He waved his hand, and white steam rolled in his half-closed palm. He didn’t think about anything and just waited for the idle time to pass.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

At this moment, the Xia Xiaosu of the past and the Xiao Wu of the present had already started cooking.

She divided two bowls and brought them to the table. She tilted her head and smiled proudly. “Come and eat.”

His words were filled with superiority and pride.

Xia Ji came back to his senses and ran over to drink the soup.

“Is it good?” Little Su asked.

She wasn’t asking, but showing off.

Xia Ji didn’t get angry at her. He drank the water in a hurry, ignoring the heat, and mumbled, “”Delicious, it’s simply delicious. There’s no such delicious mutton soup in the universe.”

Little Su was embarrassed by the praise, so she defended herself,”The last time I went to the Delicacy Square in the city, the chef there was also very good at cooking.”

“It’s not as good as yours, anyway,” Xia Ji said. Even if they cooked a hundred pots, a thousand pots, or ten thousand pots, they wouldn’t be able to compare to this bowl.”

Little Su widened her eyes. After a long time, she smiled.”What a sweet mouth.”

As she spoke, she picked up another piece of mutton and placed it in Xia Ji’s bowl. ” For you.

“Thank you, Aunt Wu,” Xia Ji said with a smile.

“Don’t call me Aunt Wu. You look about the same age as me.”

“Then what should I call it?”

“Fei Chan doesn’t call me Sister Wu anymore, so it’s your turn to call me.”

“Then when I’m older, I can call you sister, right?” Xia Ji asked.

“Bah! I’m an old witch. I don’t even know how long I’ve lived.”

Xia Ji smiled. ” What a coincidence. Me too. Not only that, but I also feel that

I’m a little older than you. ”

“Bah! Bah! I’ve grown up and read too many books. I’ve become a little more talkative. I won’t talk to you anymore.” Little Su pursed her lips. She felt that the Seventeenth Prince was still as obedient as he was when he was young. Now that he had grown up, he knew how to talk back to her.

The two of them drank the soup and chewed. Not long after, the afternoon passed..