After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Heng walked slowly to the window, bathed in the clear light, and looked up at the cold moon, feeling desolate and confused.
Although he is now the heir to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his share of the power of all living beings is still greater than when Nan Mian proclaimed himself emperor, he is afraid that he will not be able to reach the supreme throne in his lifetime. He is at the top of the Heavenly Immortal Peak, only one step away from the legend. In the future, The realm is limitless. Unless something unexpected happens, life will be long, and I can never afford to wait. Secondly, even if there is an accident and Gao Lan's middle path collapses, I will not be the one to reach the great treasure, or even the one who is ranked first. Xiao Meng, at that time, the Emperor of Zhou could only choose the new master of Emperor Sword.
As for the Human Emperor Sword, I don't think a miracle will happen.
Therefore, my past ambitions and wishes are all in vain, and without these, what is the point of occupying an empty position and sharing the power of all living beings
Muddle-headed, just a walking zombie
Is it time to completely abandon the past and seek a new path
But where is the future
Zhao Heng asked himself over and over again, but he still had no answer.
After an unknown amount of time, he saw the cold moon sinking in the west, and an inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind:
I wonder if the gods at this time can see the same moonlight
With this thought, he suddenly felt a strong sense of homesickness. The place that had carried his life for the past few decades was like a picture scroll. Scenes flashed in his mind: the palace, the palace, the Wei Palace, and the streets and alleys.
It’s time to go back and take a look
Look at the traces of the past, walk into memories, and find new paths
After making the decision, Zhao Heng entered the Changle Palace at dawn and asked to see Gao Lan. He said that he had been away for many years and suddenly missed his hometown and wanted to return to the capital of gods to worship his ancestors.
Gao Lan looked at him with dark eyes and didn't ask any questions. Nod in agreement.
It was noon. Thousands of sails covered the sun on the canal, and hundreds of boats were vying for the current. It was a lively and prosperous scene.
The city of Gods stands on the riverside, as huge as an ancient beast, majestic and far-reaching. There are houses built along both sides of the canal. Row upon row, noisy and lively.
The capital of the gods is still so grand. The eunuch Hu Dou stands on the bow of the ship. One step behind Zhao Heng, he looked at the familiar scene and couldn't help but sigh, he really was like a tiger sitting on a dragon's plate, swallowing up the world with rage.
Hearing this, Zhao Heng sighed softly, as if he had returned to his youth.
At that time, God was the center of the world. It was better than Changle. Thousands of merchants came to the court, aristocratic families gathered together, the real anger dominated the north and south, the emperor's star shone high, and the majesty of the king made the strong and masters dare not cause trouble at will.
Although the form is still there, the energy has disappeared
The ship docks at the port. Zhao Heng put his hands on his back and led Hu Dou through the deep city gate hole and passed through many years.
He was a great master, and it was impossible for him to find a person of great power to protect him when he went out, so he just took the eunuch Hu Dou who always followed him. Head south in a low profile.
After entering the divine capital, Zhao Heng paused briefly before choosing a direction. Instead of going to the inner city, he traveled further and further into the countryside.
"My lord, are you going to Hu Dou?" I noticed that the scenery was getting more and more familiar. I felt a move in my heart and asked.
Zhao Heng nodded slightly: Yes. where to.
As he spoke, an extremely large garden appeared in front of him, with exotic flowers blooming and auspicious trees forming a forest. The river that ran through the capital of the gods was winding and looping here, showing off his beauty and beauty.
Hu Dou of Yulin Garden whispered the name of the garden.
This royal garden is known to the world because of the Qionghua Banquet that was once held here. At the banquet, the Yuan Emperor and the Demon Emperor and other influential figures of the world either shone brightly or emerged, writing a glorious page in the annals of history.
But for the Zhao family in the capital city, what is unforgettable is the hope and disappointment carried by the Qionghua Banquet.
With a flash of light, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou entered Yulin Garden. They saw many twists and turns of the river, leaving obvious traces. There was a large lake with sparkling water, and desolate scenery such as cracks could be seen around it.
Zhao Heng walked slowly, looking at these remnants carefully, with mixed feelings in his heart. Their appearance ruined the Zhao family's last chance to revive the divine capital.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I have become more and more aware in recent years that if the Qionghua Banquet had been successfully arranged at that time, without the mythical Emperor Han Guang causing trouble, and without the mysterious figure amplifying the thunder, the Zhao family would have been able to have Dharmakaya figures to suppress it. , balance the situation and catch up with the turbulent changes in the future.
It's not that having the Dharmakaya can compete with Gao Lan, but with the Dharmakaya, it has shown enough value. The Jin Dynasty, which occupies such a wide territory in the real world, doesn't have big people to draw up the layout, so that it can gradually grow stronger and compete with Gao Lan.
It's a pity that the Zhao family in Shendu missed this best and last opportunity. To this day, it is irreversible.
How great it would be if we could really go back in time and rewrite this period of history. Zhao Heng closed his eyes and breathed in the breeze by the river. The events of the Qionghua Banquet flowed through his mind one by one.
If you can't go back, you can't go back after all.
Next to him, Hu Dou left his hometown and became a guest in a foreign land. He was also deeply moved and sighed.
Zhao Heng opened his eyes, looked towards the inner city, sighed and said:
Go back home.
The Prince of Wei's Mansion is located in Duozi Lane near the Imperial City. The environment is quiet and there are few cars and horses. Although no owner has lived there for many years, servants are always needed to clean it. It is lonely but clean.
Zhao Heng didn't say hello to anyone, walked directly through the courtyard and arrived at the study.
There are several bookshelves in the room, filled with books, and the desk is leaning against the window, reflecting the golden afternoon sun.
Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Heng seemed to see himself in the past, a small figure sitting behind the desk, his eyes focused, studying hard, day and night, leaving immature handwriting on every book.
Because he was born weak and unable to practice martial arts, he was often ignored and scorned. He was unwilling to accept it and 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, and couldn't help but say something.
That's because when you are in a desperate situation, you can only grasp at every straw, no matter whether you can save your life or not. Zhao Heng looked at the room on the left side of the study. Now it was empty, without anything.
But many years ago, it was the place where I suffered, filled with furnaces, cauldrons, bottles and other things. In order to cure my congenital deficiencies and practice martial arts, I searched for magical prescriptions and tried many methods, including acupuncture and medicinal steaming. There were elixirs to cook the body, and all kinds of weird pills and decoctions. Every time, I suffered great pain, and life was worse than death. If the masters in the house had not used their inner strength to protect the heart, and there were imperial doctors on standby, I would have died long ago.
In this kind of experience, I slowly formed my ideals. After receiving the Six Paths of Healing, I moved towards my ideals step by step and found my own path.
The self that worked so hard, the self that was so unwilling, the self that suffered in that way, it was like self-abuse and I never thought of giving up and living a life of death.
Zhao Heng looked at his past self quietly, as if he had turned into a clay puppet. Before he knew it, the sun was setting in the west and the sunset was dancing in the sky.
He sighed again, turned around and left Prince Wei's Mansion, heading towards the imperial city.
Since the surrender of the Jin Dynasty, the imperial city of Shendu has been divided into two parts, one side is reserved for the Zhao family, and the other side is used as a stay-at-home residence.
As soon as they approached the stay-at-home residence, a middle-aged man with gray hair came out and said:
Qian Qian stayed in the capital of God to pay his respects to King Jin.
Qian Qian and Zhao Heng looked at this grandmaster and felt that he sounded familiar.
Qian Qian smiled and said: Because of the Yuanhuang Immortal Lord, the name of his humble position is often mentioned by the world.
It's you. Zhao Heng nodded and remembered who it was.
It is said that when Xiao Meng first entered the capital of the gods, he lived in Antai Tower. Qian Qian, a master of the martial arts hall, challenged him at night and was defeated with one sword. Demon, left the capital of the gods, measured his own path step by step, and was finally promoted to perfection. He is now a grandmaster, and became a guard in the capital of gods two years ago.
After a few words of greeting, Qian Qian led them inside. There were many palaces and palaces around, filled with Zhao Heng's familiar sights and memories of the past.
Qian stayed behind, feeling lonely and moved by the scenery, and wanted to walk around in the left-behind mansion. Zhao Heng said.
Qian Qian did not refuse and said with a smile: Your Highness is free.
After saying thank you, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou walked towards the depths of the Liushou Mansion. It was already dark, the palace was quiet, and the cool breeze was chilly.
Slowly walking in the slightly cold palace, Zhao Heng fell into a long silence. Hu Dou did not dare to say anything and stayed with him quietly.
Unconsciously, they stopped in front of a palace, which was filled with gloom and cold.
Zhao Heng closed his eyes, exhaled, and said via voice transmission:
After surrendering to the Great Zhou Dynasty, King Qin did not go north and tried a breakthrough again. Unfortunately, it failed. The foundation was damaged and it would be difficult to make up for it, so he died in depression.
King Qin once made such a powerless and desperate struggle.
Hu Dou suddenly felt depressed and didn't know how to answer. He 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 wide robe and long sleeves standing facing him inside the palace. His hair was black and tied with a wooden hairpin, and he was looking out the window at the cold moon with ease.
Magician Zhao Heng blurted out.
Han Guang turned around leisurely, looked at him with a smile and said:
After all, until you come back. .
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I was originally going to talk about Chapter 3 tomorrow, but some things have to be postponed for one day.