The imperial palace in Tianjing is almost empty. The jade-white imperial road leads to the Tai Chi Palace, spotless. There is a big tree that is thick with every fifty steps on both sides. The lead-gray clouds in the sky are extremely low, which makes people breathless.

Li Sheng, wearing a dark python suit, walked quickly across the palace.

He did not enter the Tai Chi Palace, but stopped in a side palace.

This is the ancestral temple of the Great Qin royal family.

The ancestors of the imperial family of the Great Qin Dynasty from all dynasties, from Qin Duke to Qin King and Qin Emperor, were all here and were worshipped and sacrificed by their descendants. In addition to this place, there are ancestral halls left behind on Taishan. Before the emperor who had made achievements in the future would go to Taishan to worship his ancestors.

The door of Qin Temple was not closed, and a warm light poured out from it.

Obviously someone was inside, Li Sheng stood outside with his hands down and said softly:

"Your Majesty, the veteran general commands the various departments in Tianjing, has temporarily stopped the attack of the gods."

A huh came from the ancestral hall, and the people inside did not come out.

The emperor was sitting on the cushion. The dragon robe had been replaced. He was wearing a thick black wide-sleeved coat with a cuff. The cuffs were bordered by a simple dragon and bird pattern, and the jade crown on his head, and he sat with his eyes closed. A simple Daqin broad sword was placed in front of him. The sword was decorated with interlaced plaid patterns.

Under the candlelight, the blade was shining with a cold light.

The candlelight burned quietly above the bronze lamp holder.

The space inside the ancestral hall is extremely high, and the ground is a bit empty and cold. The sandalwood shelf is filled with a faint fragrance. It is covered with a layer of golden dragon-patterned silk cloth. There are five layers in total. Black tablets are arranged on the wooden racks. The smoke is lit in the bronze beast stove in front of the tablet. The smoke is curling upwards, hazy, as if behind the tablets there are pairs of cold eyes looking at the emperor sitting below.

It seemed as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

After a while, the candlelight on the bronze lamp base was burning halfway, and soft footsteps came from outside again. Li Sheng's voice came, saying:

"Your Majesty, Kunlun has appeared."

This time, the emperor opened his eyes. He had a very sharp look in his eyes, but also a calm and peaceful feeling. He stood up, dressed in the Qin King five hundred years ago, held the sword in his right hand, looked at the tablets on the wooden frame, and said slowly:

"Duke Mu, Duke Lie, Duke Wen, King Wu, King Cheng..."

He recited the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty one by one, his voice was low and slow, and he looked at the tablets with his eyes, as if he was looking at the kings of the old Qin people in the past. Finally, he paused for a moment and recited the title of Emperor Xuanwu. He took a deep breath, raised his hand and saluted solemnly, then turned around and strode out.

All the way to the Temple of Heaven, which had previously sacrificed to ancestors and the sky.

Unlike in the past, the altar that worships ancestors and the sky is only him and Li Sheng. The sky is dark and clouds are overwhelming. The ground is even more empty in the darkness. The jade-white altar stands between the sky and the earth, wearing a black robe and a jade crown, and holding a sword. The king stood in the center of the Temple of Heaven.

The emperor stood here and remembered the scholar of that year. The scholar was drinking at that time and said drunk that although he had made such a layout for him, he hoped that such a backup plan would never be activated. The king was the blood sacrifice offered by the people to the country, but the scholar said that he had not wanted to see him below so early.

He remembered that the girl who stood next to the scholar and could drink without changing her face. She was a good man who could drink with strong liquor as water. In the end, she drank all over the ground. Yang Jinxian held the jar of wine and put it under the table, snoring and snoring loudly.

The girl was drinking thirty years old like white water, and there was not even a trace of blush on her face. With the smell of alcohol, she opened her mouth and felt a huge atmosphere.

Unfortunately, he has seen such a courage, such a scholar and a girl...

The emperor with snow-white temples chuckled softly.

"Tiance, concentrate your heart..."

"I'm here to go to the appointment that year."

The ancient sword in his hand was inserted to the ground.

The jade pendant containing the secret of heaven on the emperor's waist was shattered, like the armor on the back of the black turtle, falling one by one on the Temple of Heaven, which had been dyed with the blood of heaven and man. The flowing light was like spewing lava, quickly flowing on the dense patterns on the Temple of Heaven.

The emperor spoke slowly.

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"Get in, let me in!"

The man with a scar on his face was full of irritability and pushed the woman and the child into the room in one go. Then, regardless of the shocking inside, Kara put the door on the door, then plucked up his strength, carried the large water tank next to him and blocked it.

The man almost collapsed while panting.

A shout came from the room: "What are you doing? Open the door! Open the door!"

The wooden door was smashed and roared.

He looked up at the clouds in the sky, reached out and grabbed a knife, turned his back to the door, the man who was afraid of the past grinned and shouted loudly:

"The money I hidden secretly was in the third brick on the right side of the stove. I didn't spend a penny, just hiding some money and having a clear mind."

"son."

"From the way, listen to your mother."

The sound of knocking on the wooden door came to an abrupt end, and the woman's heart-wrenching cry came:

"Buzi, come back, what are you going to do?! I can't beat you to death!"

The man grinned, wiped his face randomly, and walked out of the door holding the dark hilt.

The men in the Qin Dynasty all had a Qin sword, at least one of which might have been taken from their father, or they might have been their grandfather who had used it, or they might have been their great-grandfather.

A man should always have a knife.

Qin Dao.

In this way, when someone wants to destroy all your life, you don’t have to bow down and hold gold and silver to beg the other person for life, and don’t have to watch the children and wife be bullied by them. You can hold this knife, just like holding dignity, and slashing at the other person’s neck with vicious curses.

The man walked out the door.

He saw more men walking out of the gate and rushing to the streets. Their strength was not enough to fight against the enemies coming from the sky, but this did not mean that they would hide like frightened domestic dogs. There were other things they could do.

The veins on their necks were bulging, and there was a knife in their hands.

The old Qin people were never bullied to the point of being weak underground. From the beginning, they fought against the cruel environment and reclaimed crops in the wild world. They never were weak or surrendered.

They hold the knife in their hands, and they hold the knife in their hearts.

Fufeng County City.

The dark clouds in the sky made people feel panicked. On the eaves of the two hundred-foot-high buildings in Fufeng City, bright red ribbons were flying like flames. Under the ribbon, the sound of the golden bell was crisp and broken in the wind.

The students of Fufeng Academy were running around.

What Taoism and Yin-Yang learnt came in handy at this time. Those formations that were only used in small occasions in the past, when the formations were formed, from one person to ten, then fifty people and five hundred people, they were no longer the teenagers’ small fights.

The boy who used to eating sheep offal secretly was shot in an arrow. His face was pale and sweated coldly on his forehead in pain. However, he ignored his father who was crying around him and said:

"What we have learned is only at this moment when we serve the country."

"Your son, am I a greedy person who is afraid of death?"

Fufengzhu Guofu.

Two attendants walked out in heavy armor, with dragon bird patterns carved on them. Yuwen was already wearing close-fitting soft armor made of iron rings as thin as rice grains, and added a layer of battle robe outside. The tall general of the pillar country spread his hands and asked the attendant to put the armor on him.

The last bracelet buckles firmly.

Yuwen stretched out his hand and held the broken hand.

When Kunlun landed at the gate of Tianjing City, the young generals in the northern border held a Mo sword and led their subordinates to roar and launched a desperate charge. The eagle flapped its wings under the dark sky. The Western Regions Protector personally cut off his necrotic arms, with red eyes.

The blood-colored flag behind it fluttered, and arrows dipped in tincture oil pierced the sky.

The waves of the East China Sea are surging, and the blood of young students falls on the quaint city walls.

The sword intent of the Tianjian rose, and the Qinyin and sword soul of the Xiahou family fell from the top of the mountain in the First Xuan.

The celestial people were shocked when they looked at the mortal with fangs and sharp claws.

On the mountain road where Taishan has never ended, an old man walked slowly. His face was a little pale and his face was full of wrinkles. He was no longer as graceful as he left Tianjing, with a little messy white hair, wearing the best silk in Jiangnan Road, but there was a hideous piercing wound on his heart.

It was like being burned by a raging fire, with traces of flames on the clothes. These were traces left by the divine weapon. If the fire power did not dissipate, it would always follow him like a shadow. Zhou Fengyue walked to the top of Mount Tai. In front of the ancestral temple of Daqin, she saw the sky and the earth dimly.

Occasionally, you can see the flowing light of the warriors tearing from afar, and dense rockets shooting into the sky, leaving behind a red trajectory. Thunder flashed in the depths of the clouds, illuminating a small piece of the sky, and then returned to darkness.

Zhou Fengyue whispered: "It's indeed the same catastrophe as recorded in classics."

"The heavenly beings cannot capture the cities for a while, but since they are heavenly beings, they retreat far away and avoid the troops. What's wrong with choosing another day to come here?"

He looked at the ancestral hall behind him, the door was locked tightly, and he couldn't enter, and he was unwilling to force open the place that worshiped the kings of the Qin Dynasty, so he could only take out a tablet from his arms, wiped it with his cuffs, and put it on the stone, with the words "The Emperor Xuanwu of the Qin Dynasty's name Shude".

After doing this action, he seemed to be unable to hold on anymore and sat down on the ground. The wind blew through his white hair. He touched his heart, and his tentacles were covered with blood. He felt his heart beating weakly. On the wound that was cut out by Ni Tianxing, the scorching heat seemed to have never retreated at all.

Even if he keeps taking medicine, it is useless. He can only use his qi for nearly a hundred years to block it, but where can he block it? It would be fine if he doesn't do it, but on the way here, he took action ruthlessly and killed all the gods he saw. The inner energy surged, and the internal energy wrapped in the blood of his heart had begun to collapse.

Zhou Fengyue coughed a few times, leaning against the stone, and the tablet of Emperor Xuanwu of the Qin Dynasty was placed on it. He looked into the distance, his head was messy and dry, and he sighed and murmured:

"In my dream, old friends come and go, but the last emperor has never come."

Climb the Taishan Mountain and the world is small.

Standing here and looking down, he could see the Central Plains. He spread out in a straightforward way, spreading to the distance. It was originally supposed to be a beautiful scenery, but now the tens of thousands of miles of rivers are all shrouded under the dark clouds, as if it was at night.

Where can there be so many people in the heavenly world?

Zhou Fengyue thought that the other party might have made his fortune. Legend has it that the river water in the heavens fell on earth was clouds. Did the black clouds spreading to the entire Central Plains to penetrate the lakes and seas in the sky? He couldn't help but curse, disturbing his internal energy, and sat in front of the stone carving, with white hair, like an old dog falling into the water, breathing rapidly and gasping.

The heart is beating weakly.

In a certain city, the Qin army soldiers guarding the city roared and pulled off the Mo family's crossbow.

"Don't let me die, this is not your territory!"

Yang Jinxian, the broken arm, stood on the podium of the Western Regions Protectorate, roaring:

"How come you say you have no clothes!"
To be continued...