Zhao Changqing thought about this question for a long time and didn't know how to answer it. Tianjizi said nothing in the secret room of seclusion, waiting patiently for him to answer this question.

It seems that his answer is very important to me.

But Zhao Changqing never played his cards according to the routine. Since he couldn't think of how to evaluate the First Emperor, he simply said: "I don't know him, how can I say it? It's better not to say it."

Tianjizi was a little surprised when he heard this answer. He was stunned for a long time before replying: "Yes, things in the past have passed by with the wind. No matter how people comment on it today, it is just idle talk. What has happened is destined to happen."

Zhao Changqing wanted to seize the time and asked: "Senior, I want to ask you, how did you live for so long?"

Tianjizi said: "This matter is a long story. Would you like to listen to the old Taoist tell a story? This story is very long..."

Zhao Changqing nodded as a response. Regardless of whether Tianjizi could see it or not, he sat down on the ground regardless of whether it was dirty or not. After sitting cross-legged, he was ready to listen carefully to the story he told.

Tian Jizi said: "Back then, after the death of the First Emperor, it was not the direct cause of the split of the Qin Empire. The real reason started when the demon clan received the will of God and invaded the human world."

Having said this, Tian Jizi opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

Since the establishment of the Wei Kingdom a hundred years ago until now, Tianjizi has never walked out of this secluded cave, but today he walked out.

Zhao Changqing looked at him in surprise.

The Taoist Tianjizi in front of him seemed to be a rather ordinary person.

He didn't have any divine aura about him. If he hadn't known his identity, Zhao Changqing would have thought it was some old country man who came out of the cave.

The old man with white hair just walked two steps and suddenly came to him.

Zhao Changqing was startled and stood up suddenly.

Senior Tianjizi grinned widely and said: "Actually, before I achieved the realm of heaven and man, I was a Confucian student. However, I had some problems with Confucian saints, so I abandoned Confucianism and practiced Taoism. But in the end I found that,

Regardless of Confucianism or Taoism, the old and the old cannot reach the true mountain top, so they can only live in the world, wait for the present, and entrust their useful lives to the world."

Zhao Changqing was a little confused when he heard this. Didn't he want to tell a story?

Why waste so much words?

Do you want to talk anymore?

However, who would have thought that in the next second, something unnoticeable seemed to appear on the old man's body. His whole person seemed to have sublimated in an instant. I don't know when, but he actually held a penholder in his hand. He just heard him say: "

This story is so old that I don't want to tell it anymore.

Therefore, I invite Your Majesty to take a look inside the painting."

At this moment, this seemingly ordinary old man seemed to have become a saint and an ancestor, with a shining light.

Behind him, there appeared a group of luthiers playing music, or white-haired old men using the sky and the earth as a chessboard to place their pieces sadly;

Either it was an elegant scholar who splashed ink like a giant with a stroke of his pen, or it was a statue of a master who was skilled in ink painting. They all sat down in an orderly manner at this moment.

The number of statues is increasing one by one. Most of their faces are blurry, but they can resonate with everything, as if the void is trembling.

The surrounding spiritual energy is like billowing white clouds in the sky, condensing into the statue with overwhelming majestic momentum.

Zhao Changqing checked carefully and found that there were twenty-eight people in those statues.

They are all true saints who uphold the destiny of the world.

Then, the statues seemed to be full of vitality. They were no longer as silent as dead objects. Some people opened their eyes and it was like a bolt from the blue, and some people uttered golden sentences that filled the place.

What's more, with a swipe of pen and ink, the space is still, fallen leaves, spring breeze, and the four seasons alternate rapidly, like blooming flowers blooming and fading.

It is boundless Taoist rhyme, containing infinite wisdom. It is the crystallization of a generation of people who want to use supreme power to reverse time and space.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, the fleeting alternation of scenes is not moving forward, but going against the current.

With the pen in the hands of the old man Tianjizi, he wrote about endless romance, high-spiritedness, and even more importantly, a bridge connecting the majestic power of heaven and earth.

I don’t know since when, the old man got the pen in his hand and actually wrote a book in an instant. It was a yellowed ancient book that loomed in front of him.

Zhao Changqing was looking at it carefully. The curly yellow ancient book kept turning the pages, and it seemed that it could never reach the end. The book recorded some old events, some popular legends, and was made of blood and bones.

Brilliant deeds and heroic epics.

It is telling a soul-stirring legend, and it wants to re-enact those dark years to the world.

Once upon a time, there was a period of history that was not well known to everyone and gradually faded out of people's records. However, that period was very ancient and dark.

And its existence is not to make people remember the darkness, but to tell the world that even if there is darkness in a certain period of time, some people will shine with faint light. These lights are like a flash in the pan, but in the future

, but it can eliminate endless darkness.

The ancient book floats slowly in the air, and there is purple energy derived from it. The faint wisps of purple energy are gradually burning and glowing.

The time has come and the momentum has arrived.

The old Taoist Tian Jizi uttered the words, "The rivers and lakes have existed for thousands of years, and the Spring and Autumn Period can be written with pen."

At this moment, a strong wind passed by.

Zhao Changqing felt great energy.

Then, I saw the sudden appearance of the yellowed ancient book with countless lights flashing on it, which was quite strange.

This light shines here.

It illuminated the darkness recorded in the scrolls.

Time and space are reversed, heaven and earth are turned upside down, and the universe is overturned.

One after another, lifelike pictures slowly appeared in Zhao Changqing's eyes.

That is a majestic figure.

Some people carry the world on their backs and gaze into the abyss.

Someone is holding a big cauldron and offering blood sacrifices to their ancestors.

Some people burst into tears and fought on their own.

There is a big halberd in the world, even if there are thousands of demons, I will leave on my own.

There is a sword across the sky, and it kills a demon in ten steps. The sword energy is full of ancient and modern times.

There are even people who dare to fight in the sky with a spear in hand. Even if they die in the end, they still have a smile on their lips.

Because he seems to have discovered a big secret.

A secret that has no chance to be told.

Afterwards, the figures of human ancestors stood upright between heaven and earth, and traces of most of them can be found.

It was not until the last painting enveloped the world that Zhao Changqing was in a trance, as if he had entered the world in the painting.

Before he could feel doubts and marvel at Tianjizi's miraculous methods, two figures deeply attracted him.

There was a figure, stepping on the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse forest, waving his fingers gently, and in an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth opened. Thirty-six sword formations came out, performing a show of ten thousand swords returning to the clan.

There seemed to be words in his mouth. Zhao Changqing listened carefully, but he only heard a few words. It seemed that it was too old.

The part that Zhao Changqing heard seemed to be him cursing, "You son of a bitch, I'd rather be a slave, bah, I'll fuck you!"

That's all he heard.

I didn't expect that someone with such great supernatural powers could spit out fragrance.

Then, the screen changed.

The sun was shining brightly, like a furnace burning the earth. There were people in the clouds, dumbfounded, looking down below.

I saw a big river, as if it came from the sky, flowing thousands of miles, like a giant dragon covered with golden scales rolling over the earth.

The waves crashed on the shore, the sound of the waves was deafening, and some birds flew by and even folded their wings in the middle of the river.

There was mist on the river, and a man was flying in the air. He stopped at the head of the Yangtze River, looked at the immortals in the sky with a smile, and said: "A poor monk has no talent, but this is just a river in the sky, and he wants to cause chaos in the world? Ridiculous!"

This man was shrouded in a coir raincoat, with a gray monk's robe peeking out. Under the scorching sun and clear sky, he actually put on a bamboo hat on his head, which seemed to indicate that a heavy rain was coming in a moment.

He said again, "Let's be optimistic! Tianhe is no match for me!"

Above the clouds, an angry voice said: "It's not easy to practice martial arts for a hundred years, how dare you?"

The monk smiled calmly and said with great courage: "Why don't you dare? Cross it!"

Then, I saw him stepping into the air with one foot, the mist cleared away, and he stepped out with two feet. It was extremely ordinary, but it could make the human birds drowning in the river jump up and fly away from the monk.

As I soared in the sky, I kept looking at the coir-coated monk who was still on the river.

After a while, the monk took another step, and this step stopped the flow of the divine river flowing from the sky, which was extremely miraculous.

At this step, Zhao Changqing seemed to feel that what he took was both death and vitality.

The monk took another step, and suddenly the heaven and earth suddenly changed. The immortal living in the sky among the clouds let out a sharp cry, "Bah!"

In an instant, the wind suddenly rose, the thunder rolled, everything became dead and gray, and the river changed its appearance again and roared, like a bloody general coming to the world, waving his halberd to declare war on the monks!

The monk remained calm as usual, with no expression on his face. He took another step, causing all illusions to dissipate and return to tranquility.

Immediately afterwards, the monk raised his head to look up at the sky, chuckled twice, and seemed to disregard life and death, and walked straight towards the heavenly being in the clouds. His footsteps grew larger and trampled the heavenly being under his feet. The heavenly being struggled for a moment and then disappeared.

In the end, the monk died of exhaustion when he reached the shore.

Zhao Changqing saw several more scenes. Without exception, the powerful figures in the scenes that shocked him had all encountered powerful enemies, and most of them inevitably ended up dying together with powerful enemies.
To be continued...