The bright sunshine shines on the palace of the chief minister, reflecting the brightness and gentleness of the painted curtains. Along the long stone path, deep into the palace, the darkness gradually swallows up the light, just like the cold and hard stone bricks replace the softness.
The curtains were covered with a cold feeling at the touch.
The elder descended steadily and slowly, each step being measured like a ruler. This was not deliberate, but a habit of accurately controlling his body over the years. The leaders of Mexica in the past generations were all outstanding warriors, and they had the best teachers since childhood.
, as well as decades of continuous training. When the elder was young, he was also a tough eagle warrior, fighting bloody battles with the Tepanek people for the establishment of the empire.
However, time has taken away the vitality of youth. The elders who have spanned centuries can only move forward slowly. In order to take care of the elders' physical strength, the passage was deliberately built slow and long until it reached the dark depths. There is
Solemn warriors, and expensive candles. The candlelight lit up the murals along the way, and also outlined a solid stone door.
It was pitch black inside the stone door, and Avitt sat cross-legged quietly, closing his eyes and concentrating. He didn't know how long had passed in this deep and uninhabited space. The misty sandalwood penetrated his body and mind, and his thoughts gradually became ethereal, as if he had fallen into a deep state of darkness.
Go deep into the body and feel the power hidden in the body.
"Konglong..." The stone door slowly opened, and a little candlelight filtered into the stone chamber, outlining the murals of gods on the four walls, which were the majestic and unpredictable patron saints.
Avitt opened his eyes and saw the ancient and majestic elder. Behind the elder, there was a warrior chief holding a clay pot.
"Dear elder, your most outstanding descendant, Avit, salutes you!" Avit bowed his head and saluted solemnly, without any dissatisfaction.
The elder silently watched Avitt, his expression and demeanor, listened to his voice and heartbeat, and watched his meticulous salute.
After a long time, he slowly asked.
"Avit, my son, you killed Tisok, your brother. Do you admit your mistake?"
Avitt was silent for a moment, then shook his head firmly.
"I am not wrong!"
The elder just looked at Avitt calmly, with a heavy pressure in his eyes. After a moment, he continued to ask.
"My child, you are a descendant of Montezuma I. As long as you admit your mistake, I will forgive you."
Avitt thought for a moment and firmly refused again.
"I'm not wrong! Tisoke doesn't have the ability to lead the alliance to grow stronger. He is not as good as me! I will lead the Mexicans to conquer the world!"
Hearing Avitt's ambitions, the elder was unfazed. He still looked at Avitt calmly, with even indifference in his eyes. There was killing intent in the indifference, just like the will of the gods.
Avitt instantly felt as cold as his whole body, as if he had fallen naked into a deep pool in February. This is the power that comes only after being at the top, doing what he says, and controlling millions of lives. Inspired by this murderous intention, he no longer
Hiding his dignity, he looked back at the elder coldly, although his hands were trembling slightly.
After a long time, the elder nodded gently.
"As the supreme ruler, reasons are not important, means are not important, good or evil is not important, right or wrong is not important. The only important thing is firm belief, unyielding will, efficient actions, and correct goals."
"My child, tell me, what is a priest?"
Avitt breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned slightly against the wall, feeling his hands and feet were weak. After a while, he answered calmly.
"Priests are the tools of the royal family to rule the alliance. They use the created gods and rituals to maintain the ties between Mexica's hearts! They must obey the supreme king and serve the royal family in the name of God!"
The elder could not comment. He asked again calmly.
"My child, tell me, what is a king?"
"The king is the king of the country, the supreme one. All priests, nobles and warriors must be loyal to him. And he will lead the warriors of Mexica to conquer the Tarascans, Tlaxcalans, Zabo
Teks, Mixtecs, Otomi, Huastecs, Totonacs... to the known world!"
Now that his true face has been revealed, Avitt no longer hides it. There is burning desire in his eyes, and the ambition to annex the world in his words!
The elder remained indifferent. He quietly waited for Avitt to calm down before asking again.
"My son, tell me, what is the future of the Alliance?"
This time, Avitt thought for a long time before answering seriously.
"The future of the Alliance is a huge country, from the Great Lake in the west to the Great Lake in the east, from the White Plague in the north to the rainforest in the south, ruling all known lands. The king has supreme authority! The priests, under the king's instructions, maintain
It touches the hearts of the people of the country. The small nobles hand over the withheld taxes, the big nobles hand over the private warriors, and the city lord of the city-state is decided by the king with one word!"
Listening to Avitt's description, the elder was silent for a long time. He did not make any evaluation, neither affirmative nor negative. In the end, he just spoke slowly.
"My child, remember what you said today, remember the goals you promised. You will encounter many choices in the future. When making choices, you have to remember that in a country, no one is
It can be sacrificed. The only difference lies in when, how much, and for what. As long as the value is enough, you and I can also sacrifice."
After listening to the elder's words, Avitt fell into deep thought. The elder looked at him silently for a while, then turned and left, leaving behind his last words.
"This is the prayer room of the patron saint Huitzilopochtli. Before he came to the throne, your eldest brother Asiacatel fasted here for seven days, thinking about himself and the gods."
"My child, the same goes for you. In seven days, your enthronement ceremony will be held."
The tall figure of the elder disappeared behind the stone door. The stone door closed again with a "hollow sound..." and the stone chamber once again fell into complete darkness.
Avitt was still determined. He crossed his legs and leaned against the wall. He felt relieved and slowly fell into a quiet breath. Before the long silence, there was only one worry: What will happen to Shulot now?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this moment, not far away deep underground, in the same darkness and coldness, Shulot was leaning against the wall, dazed. He suspected that he had taken the wrong
After reading the script, this development is completely different from what was expected? He has fully demonstrated the potential of a great inventor, but in the end he was thrown into an underground prison.
Shulot sniffed, and there was a faint animal smell in the air. He groped doubtfully, and found that his tentacles were cold. Just as he was shocked, a cold and slippery feeling snaked up his arm, and finally
It stayed on his warm chest. A pointed tail poked his chin, then swirled around the boy's neck, like a big "?" on his chest and neck.
.
The young man froze immediately, broke out in cold sweat, and did not dare to move. He could already tell that it was a small snake. But without light, he could not tell whether the snake was poisonous or not. Soon, the little snake
She fell asleep quietly on the boy's comfortable chest, leaving a boy unable to fall asleep.
Time passed like this for a long time, as if a whole century had passed. The young man leaned against the wall, finally exhausted, and fell asleep with his head tilted. His saliva left the corner of his mouth, along the snake's body, and hit
My chest got wet. In the dream, it was a sumptuous dinner.
I don't know how long it took, but he was awakened by the twisting of the snake's body. He subconsciously opened his sleepy eyes, and with the faint candlelight, he looked down and saw a small emerald green snake. The little snake made a straight line on his chest.
"!", and then twisted quickly, driven by the unknown herbal breath, and got behind the young man.
Xiulote raised his head following the smell of the herbs, and vaguely saw an old man with white hair, who seemed to be smiling slightly. He rubbed his eyes, and looked carefully, and saw only the tall and tall figure of the elder, and his indifference.
Ruthless eyes. He sniffed carefully again, and in the closed space, in addition to the mixed herbal smell, there was also a faint smell of the elderly.
The elder looked at the young man quietly. He didn't know how long he had been standing here. But it shouldn't be too long. After all, the water-bellied snake has a very keen sense of smell. Yes, it was a green little water-bellied snake with a white "
"Cotton Mouth", triangular head, knife-shaped pupils and fangs.
Shulot recalled the appearance of the snake carefully, and cold sweat broke out from his back. The water-bellied snake is extremely venomous. Once it bites, it will attack within ten minutes. The wound will turn black and bleed, and gradually spread inside.
If there is internal bleeding, no one can save it without serum.
Of course, he didn't know that the offensive nature of the water-bellied snake was actually very low. As long as he did not threaten or hurt the little green snake, the little green snake would not use its extremely precious venom to attack him. Like most snakes, it
Its diet is frogs, lizards, birds, or small shallow water fish.
The elder looked at Shulot. The boy was in a calm mood and was not rash. He seemed to get along well with the water-bellied snake. He looked at the young man with heavy eyes and said nothing.
Xiulote thought for a while, bowed his head and saluted seriously. He did not regard the elder as a god, but simply respected him. He respected the great achievements of establishing the Aztec Empire and shaping the Mexica people.
"Dear elder, the chief architect of the Mexica people, Xiulote, a descendant of Acama Picchitli, greets you!"
To sum up, he is the fifth generation grandson of Akama Picchitli, the first generation of Tenochtitlan's ancestors. Avit is the fourth generation grandson of Akama Picchitli, and the elder is Akama Picchitli.
Li's grandson, then he should also be the elder's great-grandson?
The elder closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he was filled with bone-chilling indifference and cold murderous intent. His gaze pierced into the young man's eyes, and undoubted power rushed towards his face, bringing with him a strong sense of danger of impending death. The young man subconsciously
He took a step back. He leaned against the wall tremblingly, barely supporting his body and avoiding the elder's eyes.
"My child, you killed Tisok, your king. Do you plead guilty?"
Shulot thought for a moment and simply shook his head, although he was still trembling.
"I am not guilty! Tisok tried to kill me several times. I killed him first to protect myself. But for the alliance, Tisok is not a qualified king, and Avit is more suitable."
"My child, you killed the king. Your crime cannot be forgiven."
The elder's words were as cold as snow and as hard as iron.
"Then take my life to pay for it! It has nothing to do with my father, ancestors or Avitt."
Shulot's legs were still weak. But this time, he finally raised his head stubbornly, looked at the elder firmly, mustered up the courage of a warrior, and tried to minimize his trembling.
The elder was silent for a moment and then asked in a low voice.
"My child, are you willing to dedicate your life to the gods?"
Shulot was stunned for a moment. He thought of the sacrificial ceremony, shuddered again, and shook his head firmly.
The elder thought for a moment and then changed his sentence.
"Son, are you willing to dedicate your life to the cause of the Mexica people?"
This time, Hulot nodded without hesitation. The Mexica's cause was now his own, his family's, and even his ethnic group's cause.
The elder looked at Shulot's firm demeanor, serious expression, and nodding movements. He paused for a moment, retracted his awe-inspiring killing intent, and then asked again.
"Tell me, child, what is a priest?"
"Priests are people who worship gods, preside over sacrificial rituals, and soothe the hearts of believers. Regardless of whether they believe in gods or not, they serve those who believe in gods and guide the hearts of believers. In our alliance, they use a common culture
and faith, the ties that connect various city-states.”
Shulot thought for a moment and then responded frankly based on his own understanding.
The elder thought about the young man's answer. He felt the novelty that he had not experienced in a long time, so he asked seriously and ruthlessly.
"Child, do you believe in the existence of gods?"
Shulot shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he remembered his own experience, his words immediately changed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Maybe. But they have nothing to do with the human world. We govern the country in the name of God. And the rise and fall of the country only happens in the human world."
The elder looked at the young man carefully for a moment. He also made no comment and just continued the test.
"Tell me, child, what is a king?"
"The king is the person in power of the country. They control the country's wealth and manpower, and use these wealth and manpower to complete things meaningful to the country, to develop the country's power and maintain the country's stability. For example, open up fields, build canals, unify
Tribes, establish institutions. In our alliance, the king needs to lead the Mexica people forward to overcome the dangers and challenges ahead."
Shulot thought about the future, his tone full of hope and heaviness.
The elder lowered his eyes again. He pondered for a long time before continuing to ask questions.
"Kid, tell me, what is the future of the alliance?"
This time, Shulot thought about it for a long time, from the beginning of civilization in the Stone Age, to the long development of the Iron Age, to the infinite development in the age of sails, to the reshaping of everything in the age of steam and electricity.
Finally, he shook his head slightly. Those futures that exceed the economic foundation and technological limitations of this era are meaningless now.
"The future of the Alliance is a unified and powerful country. We want to eliminate the Tarascans in the west and the Tlaxcalans in the east. We want to establish a centralized center of power and take back the power of the city-states. Establish a top-down
The governance system also provides a bottom-up promotion channel.
The alliance should make extensive use of metal agricultural tools and tools, build long water canals, develop commerce and mining, increase the production of food and other wealth, cultivate a low-level warrior class that owns land. Maintain the royal family, priests, big nobles, small nobles, warriors and civilians.
Balance of power and maintain the stability of the country.
What's more important is that we need to unify the words of the alliance and use the form of books to spread the mythology and history, astronomy and geography, herbal medicine, sacrificial rituals, and ideas in the hands of the priests. More importantly, we must establish the foundation for ruling the country, that is,
A perfect legal system and a code that clearly stipulates rights and responsibilities!"
This time, the elder thought for a long, long time. He looked at the young man carefully again, and then asked calmly.
"My child, you have Suhui. Some people say that you are the reincarnation of my eldest brother Montezuma I and you will rule the country in the future. Do you think they are right?"
Shulot had just come back from his thoughts and prospects. When he heard this plain question, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. After a while, he finally answered with difficulty.
"I am not the reincarnation of Montezuma I, but I am eager to govern this country. Because only I can realize dreams that others cannot complete."
The elder nodded slightly for the first time. He returned to the previous topic, with some gentleness in his words.
"My child, you said that you want to compile a code in words. The code contains the principles that are common to the country. So, what is the content of the code?"
Hearing this, Xiulote tried hard to recall. He first tried to recall the laws of the Ming Dynasty in this era, and only remembered the five major punishments: flogging, rod, disciple, exile, death. He recalled the earlier content again, the criminal law of the Song Dynasty, but
Killing the scholar-bureaucrat? It doesn’t seem right. Three chapters of Liu Bang’s plan? It feels too short.
He changed his mind and thought of the Western Roman Code, the Law of the Twelve Tables, which seemed to be closer, the Law of Peoples, the distinction between citizens and non-citizens, the Code of Justinian? What is it specifically?
Regretting that he had not studied hard at the beginning, Shulot struggled to sort out the fragmented knowledge and slowly told it based on his own understanding.
"The code should strictly stipulate the rights and obligations of each class, and stipulate the distribution and inheritance of property. The king has supreme power, limiting the power of the priests and nobles, but guaranteeing the private property of citizens. We need a civil law for Mexica people
, the law of nations used in other ministries, and the religious law that balances different religions. The maintenance of state affairs is based on the social contract of obeying the law..."
The elder frowned slightly and soon became expressionless. He patiently listened to all of Shulot's memories and then fell silent.
Shulot looked at the elder, but the elder looked at the stone wall opposite. Under the weak candlelight, there was a giant snake body of Quetzalcoatl, with three-color long feathers on the snake body, and under the snake body.
The crawling crowd.
The two looked at each other for a long time before the elder slowly spoke.
"My child, this is the snake house of the old god Quetzalcoatl, which tests the priests' concentration, state of mind, wisdom and divine blessing. The priests will meditate here for seven days, accompanying the snakes, and pursuing the gods in life and death.
Enlightenment.”
"Give him a tube of potion and a candle." The elder ordered the warrior commander behind him. The warrior commander took out a tube of light yellow potion from the clay pot in his arms and placed it at Shulot's feet. He lit it again
A slender fish oil candle was inserted into the wall.
"My child, I will give you a candle and take a good look at the mural. I will give you a potion that you will need at the critical moment."
"Starting from tomorrow, I will come over and ask you about the text. You have seven days to think about it. After seven days, I will ask you about the code again."
"Remember, you have already lost an opportunity. For the sake of your gift, this is your last chance."
After saying that, the elder turned around and left without stopping, without explaining the function of the potion.
If Shulot feeds the potion to the water-bellied snake, the snake will die. If he is accidentally bitten by the snake, applying the potion to the wound will temporarily save his life. If he is stupid enough to drink the potion directly, there is no need to
Think about who you should choose.
Destiny lies in the choices of mortals.
Shulot watched the elder leave. He suddenly lost all his strength and fell on the ground covered with straw. He ignored the dim potion beside him and just lay down and looked at the roof.
Under the weak candlelight, there was the human Quetzalcoatl. He was smiling, with white skin and a big beard. He stood on a snake boat and sailed towards the great lake in the east. Behind him, there were a crying and desperate crowd, and more
The tall god of war.
"What a strange mural." Shulot sighed, "what a strange fate."
After smelling the terrible smell of herbs and leaving, the little green snake came out of nowhere. It sat cross-legged on the boy's chest and abdomen, forming a ":" sign. Then it shook its head and "hissed" at the big snake on the roof.
The soft cry seemed to be announcing something, to drive Quetzalcoatl out of his territory.
"What a strange little snake." The young man finally thought, and then fell into an unknown dreamland.
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