I Honor

Thirty-Six

After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Heng walked slowly to the window, bathed in the clear light, looked up at the cold moon, feeling desolate and confused.

Although I am now the successor of the Great Zhou, and the power of all living beings I share is better than when the south was proclaimed emperor, I am afraid that I will have no hope of the supreme throne in my lifetime. A high view is at the peak of the celestial being, only one step away from the legend. The realm is limitless, unless there is an accident, the lifespan will be long, and I can’t afford to wait. Second, even if there is an accident, Gao Lanzhong Dao collapses, and the one who ascends the Great Treasure will not be me, not even the one in the front Xiaomeng, at that time, the Emperor of the Great Zhou had no choice but to be the new master chosen by the Emperor Sword.

As for the recognition of the Lord by the Human Emperor Sword, he didn’t think that a miracle would happen.

Therefore, my past ambitions and past wishes are all nothing but illusions, and without these, what is the point of occupying the position and sharing the power of all beings?

Unexamined, just a walking dead

Is it time to completely abandon the past and seek a new path?

But where is the road ahead

Zhao Heng asked himself over and over again, but there was no answer.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw the cold moon sinking to the west, and an inexplicable thought suddenly rose in his heart:

“I don’t know if the gods at this time can see the same moonlight”

With this thought, he suddenly felt a deep sense of homesickness. The place that carried his life for the past few decades was like a scroll, and scenes flashed in his mind: Miyagi, palaces, Wei Palace, and streets and alleys

it’s time to go back and have a look

Look at the traces of the past, walk into the memories, and find a new path

After making a decision, Zhao Heng entered the Changle Palace just after dawn, and asked Gao Lan to see him. He said that he had been away for many years, and he suddenly missed his hometown and wanted to return to the capital of God to worship his ancestors.

Gao Lan looked at him with deep and incomprehensible eyes, and nodded in agreement without asking further questions.

It was noon, thousands of sails covered the sun on the canal, and hundreds of boats were vying to stream, creating a lively and bustling scene.

The city of gods stands on the banks of the river, as huge as an ancient monster, majestic and far-reaching, along both sides of the canal are full of houses, row upon row, noisy and vivid.

“The capital of the gods is still so magnificent.” Hu Dou, the eunuch, stood on the bow of the boat, one step behind Zhao Heng. Looking at the familiar scene, he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion, “It’s really a tiger dominating a dragon’s plate, swallowing the world with arrogance.”

Hearing this, Zhao Heng sighed softly, as if he had returned to his youth,

At that time, the gods were the center of the world, which was better than Changle’s ignorance. Tens of thousands of merchants came to court, families gathered, the real arrogance engulfed the north and the south, the emperor’s star shined brightly, and the majesty of the king made the strong and masters dare not make troubles at will.

Although the form is here now, the breath has disappeared

When the building boat docked at the port, Zhao Heng led Hu Dou with his hands behind his back, passed through the deep city gate, and passed through many years.

He is a grand master, and it is impossible to find a Dharma expert to protect him when he goes out, so he just brought the eunuch Hu Dou who always followed him,Go south in a low-key manner.

After entering the city of God, Zhao Heng paused for a moment and then chose the direction. Instead of going to the inner city, he went further and further away.

“My lord, where are you going?” Hu Dou asked when he realized that the scenery was becoming more and more familiar.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly: “Well, go there.”

While speaking, a vast garden appeared in front of it, with exotic flowers blooming in bloom, auspicious trees forming forests, and the river running through the capital of God twists and turns here, extremely beautiful and beautiful.

“Yulin Garden” Hu Dou murmured the name of the garden.

This royal garden is known to the world because of the Qionghua Banquet once held here, and at the banquet, the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty and the Devil Emperor and other influential figures in the world were either brilliant or emerged, and wrote a glorious page in the annals of history.

But for Zhao, the capital of the gods, what is unforgettable is the hope and disappointment carried by the Qionghua Banquet.

In a flash, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou entered Yulin Garden, and saw that the zigzag river had been diverted, leaving obvious traces, a large lake glistening, cracks and other desolate scenery around.

Zhao Heng paced slowly, sizing up these scars carefully, with mixed feelings in his heart. Their appearance ruined the last chance of Zhongxing, the capital of God.

At that time, I didn’t feel it, but in the past few years, I have seen it more clearly. If at that time, the Qionghua Banquet had been truly arranged successfully, without the “mythical” “Emperor of Heaven” Han Guang making trouble, and without the mysterious figure who magnified the robbery, the Zhao family would have been able to With Dharma body characters to suppress and balance the situation, we can catch up with the turbulent changes in the future.

It’s not that having a Dharma body can compete against Gao Lan, but that with a Dharma body, he has shown enough value. Dajin Hechou, who occupies such a vast territory in the real world, has no big shots to win over his layout, so that he can gradually grow stronger and compete against Gao Lan.

It is a pity that the God Capital Zhao missed this best and last chance, and it is irreparable to this day.

“It would be great if we could go back to the past and rewrite this period of history.” Zhao Heng closed his eyes, breathing in the cool breeze by the river, and the events of the Qionghua Banquet flowed in his heart one by one.

Can’t go back, after all, can’t go back.

Hu Dou, who was next to him, left his hometown and was a guest in a different place. He was also deeply moved, and at this time he sighed.

Zhao Heng opened his eyes, looked towards the inner city, sighed and said:

“Go home.”

Wei Wang Mansion is located in Duozi Alley near the imperial city. The environment is quiet and the carriages and horses are sparse. Although there has been no owner for many years, there are always servants to clean it. It is lonely but clean.

Zhao Heng didn’t greet anyone, and walked directly across the courtyard to the study.

There are several bookshelves in the room, full of books, and the table is leaning against the window, reflecting the golden sun in the afternoon.

Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Heng seemed to see himself back then, a small figure sitting behind the desk, with focused eyes, studying hard, day and night, leaving immature handwriting on every book.

Because he was born weak, unable to practice martial arts, and was neglected and despised, he was unwilling to do so, so he could only study like crazy, hoping to gain the power to change his destiny.

“At that time, the prince showed his excellence.” Hu Dou seemed to understand what Zhao Heng was thinking, and seemed to recall the same scene, so he couldn’t help saying.

That’s because when we are in a desperate situation, we can only grab every straw, no matter whether it can save our lives or not. Zhao Heng looked at the room on the left side of the study. Now it is empty and there is nothing.

But many years ago, it was the place where I suffered. It was filled with furnaces, pots, and other things. In order to cure my congenital deficiencies and to practice martial arts, I searched for divine medicine prescriptions and tried many methods, including acupuncture and moxibustion. There are pills to boil the body, and various strange pills and decoctions. Every time I suffer great pain, life is worse than death. If it is not for the inner strength of the masters in the house to protect the heart, and the imperial doctor is on standby, I am afraid that I will die early

In this kind of experience, I gradually formed my ambition. After receiving the treatment of the Six Paths, I moved towards my ideal step by step, and had my own path.

Such a self-motivated self, such a unwilling self, and such a tormented self, he was self-abuse and never thought of giving up, and he wanted to live a life of death.

Zhao Heng quietly looked at his former “self”, who seemed to have turned into a clay puppet. Before he knew it, the sun was falling and the sunset was dancing in the sky.

He sighed again, turned and left the Wei Palace, and walked towards the imperial city.

Since the Great Jin was attached, the Imperial City of the Divine Capital has been divided into two parts, one for the Zhao family and the other for the left-behind mansion.

As soon as they approached the residence, a middle-aged man with gray hair greeted him, cupped his hands and said:

“The gods are staying behind Qian Qian to pay respects to King Jin.”

“Qian Qian…” Zhao Heng looked at this grand master and felt familiar.

Qian Qian said with a smile: “Because of Yuanhuang Xianzun, the name of humble job is often talked about by the world.”

“It’s you.” Zhao Heng nodded, remembering who it was.

It is said that when Xiaomeng first entered the capital of God, he lived in Antai Building, and Qian Qian, a master of the “Heaven and Man” in the martial arts gym, challenged him at night and was defeated by a sword, but he was reminded of “the road is under your feet”. , defeated the inner demons, left the gods, measured his own path step by step, and finally promoted perfectly. Now he is a master, and he became the gods two years ago to stay behind.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Qian Qian led them in, surrounded by palaces and pavilions, full of familiar scenes and memories of the past.

“Qian stays behind, touches the scenery alone, and wants to move around in the left-behind mansionwalk around. ” Zhao Heng said.

Qian Qian did not refuse, and said with a smile: “Your Highness, you can do whatever you want.”

After saying thanks, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou walked to the depths of Liushou Mansion. At this time, the night was dark, the palace lock was quiet, and the cool breeze was blowing.

Walking slowly in the slightly gloomy palace, Zhao Heng fell into a long silence, Hu Dou didn’t dare to say more, and accompanied him quietly.

Unknowingly, they stopped in front of a palace, which was filled with gloom and cold.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, exhaled, and said Hudou through sound transmission:

“After being attached to the Great Zhou Dynasty, the King of Qin did not go north, and tried to make a breakthrough again, but unfortunately it still failed, the foundation was damaged, and it was difficult to make up for it, so he died in depression.”

King Qin once made such a powerless and desperate struggle.

Hu Dou felt depressed suddenly, not knowing how to answer, followed Zhao Heng into the palace.

As soon as they opened the door, their eyes lit up at the same time, because there was a man in a toga with long sleeves standing facing him inside the palace, with black hair and a wooden hairpin, looking at the cold and bright moon outside the window calmly.

“Magician” Zhao Heng blurted out.

Han Guang turned around leisurely, looked at him with a smile and said:

“Finally wait until you come back.”

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