As soon as he saw me, he knew that Ni Dazhi looked at the master who disappeared through the clouds and sighed greatly. He kept saying that he was going to cross that hurdle all day long, but in the end, this bull's nose was faster than himself. What's the matter!
What is daylight rising?
The soldiers and civilians in Binghe County, especially near Shuanghe in Lou County, really knew this, and the old god Yulin rushed into the sky in full view of everyone. His cool and elegant appearance made people want to worship him when they saw him.
"Hey, the ones who shouldn't have left are gone, and the ones who should have left are lying on the ground motionless. What's the matter!"
Old Man Ni looked at the big hole in the thick clouds and said with an unusual sigh. Ni Dazhi grinned and looked at his father with his uncles. There is something in this.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Old Man Ni, who knew he had said the wrong thing, waved his hands hurriedly:
"It's not what you think. What I mean is that at such a critical moment, Niubi shouldn't fly up. You said there are so many useless things on the ground, and if any one can't go up, he will leave!"
"...Dad, you might as well not explain!"
Emperor Sun Chu Zi Zhang knelt down and kowtowed to the portrait of Taoist Priest Yulin in an extremely serious manner. The eunuchs and princesses were not reluctant at all, and they were all ecstatic in their hearts.
Ascending during the day is something that only happens in myths and stories. Being able to enter such a sect is a great blessing!
"Your master left in a hurry. There are many things that should be said to you seriously by him. Now I can only tell them and listen to you."
Ni Dazhi sighed and explained the sect's rules in general, then took out a Qingfeng and handed it to Chu Zizhang, smiling and saying:
"Men must practice with a sword. There is only one person in each generation of our clan who has extraordinary abilities and can protect himself before he can go out alone."
"But it's not of much use to you. What you should do is study hard. Then others will protect you."
"Master, what is the name of our sect?"
Chu Zizhang asked excitedly. He was really shocked to see his master ascending to the throne with his own eyes.
"Just one word."
Ni Dazhi raised his finger with a smile, and Chu Zizhang asked curiously:
"What word?"
"That's it, word!"
Ni Dazhi said in a serious tone, and the clever Emperor Taisun suddenly realized that Zi Zong sounded a bit weird.
From that day on, Ni Dazhi taught carefully, Chu Zizhang studied seriously, rumors spread in Binghe County, and the emperor's grandson was in the county, and the orthodox military and civilian ministers flocked to him one after another.
Three months later, Binghe County gathered an army of 600,000 and set out to conquer Sang Kingdom.
After one year and two months of war, the number of soldiers in Binghe County was not small, but increased to one million. Old man Ni couldn't understand, and the third brother said that this was the power of orthodoxy, which made him even more confused.
After thinking over and over again, Old Man Ni resigned from office against all opinions and handed over his position to Ni Dazhi. In his own words, he didn't understand anything. Sitting in that position, he was like a clown. Everyone looked at him as a monkey!
Seeing that his father really did not want to be the top leader of Binghe County, Ni Dazhi did not embarrass him, so he took over and led the army to continue the campaign.
Two years later, after a great battle that shocked the world, the 800,000-strong army sent by the Qin Dynasty was annihilated in one fell swoop. The entire Sang Kingdom was conquered, and the 12-year-old Emperor Taisun was welcomed by the public and ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.
Ni Dazhi smiled as he looked at the new emperor who, although he looked young, was clear-cut and not chaotic. For no other reason than that the people of Sang Country could finally live in peace.
After the ceremony, Ni Dazhi, who was named the King of Binghe County, returned with 400,000 old Binghe County soldiers, and the rest of the surrendered troops were left to the court.
The casualties during the two-year campaign were indeed considerable, and it was time to live a peaceful life.
The years passed by inadvertently like a white horse passing by. In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed. The Sang Kingdom has regained its vitality under the governance of the new emperor. The light corvee and low taxes have stimulated the vitality of the country.
In just five years, the Sang Kingdom was restored to what it was like when the old emperor was still there. In the next ten years, it was known as the Tianjing Great Rule.
The country of Sang developed at a speed beyond imagination, and its army and horses were strong, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, which could be called the best period for the country in hundreds of years.
In the sixteenth year of the New Calendar, Ni Dazhi, who was about to know his destiny, was wearing a purple python robe and riding a soap horse, walking alone.
Beijing.
One leg has crossed the threshold for more than ten years, but the other leg has never crossed the threshold. Even relatives and friends were a little anxious. Before leaving, the bald old man Ni frowned and said:
"Son, why haven't you ascended yet?"
"Xiuzhi worked hard and left seven treasures for our Ni family. You hurry up and chase your master. I'm still waiting to see the daylight skyrocket!"
Ni Dazhi was immediately laughed at by his father. He had never seen someone so unwelcome to see his son, urging him to let Feitian be chased!
Ni Laosan explained with a smile:
"Back then, your master tricked your father into accepting you as his disciple. He used the argument that this son was not a mortal, but would one day be a fairy. Your father has never forgotten it."
Okay, I was thinking about peeing.
"Besides, many things will be easier to do without you."
Ni Laosan said this sentence a bit gloomily.
Ni Dazhi shook his head and looked at the tall capital tower in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.
Since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has never been here again, and they have always exchanged letters.
There was one letter every month for the first two years, then one letter every few months for the next three years. After five years, the piece of paper disappeared. The reason is worth pondering.
There has been no contact for ten years, but a few days ago there was a sudden imperial edict to recruit the Prince of Binghe County to Beijing to discuss matters. This edict came too suddenly, but it was also expected by the senior officials of Binghe County.
As the country's national power grew stronger, rumors of annexation of vassal states began to appear one after another in recent years.
After two years of war to restore the country, all the princes and uncles were wiped out. Now the vassal king's territory is only Glacier. You can easily tell who they are targeting.
When he arrived, someone suggested that Ni Dazhi bring more troops and horses, but he refused. Not only did he not bring any troops, he also didn't bring any personal guards, so he came alone.
Without the restraints of ceremonial guards, he could see the scenery on the road thoroughly. Seeing the people's well-fed and well-fed people with smiles on their faces, Ni Dazhi felt it was worth it.
The little girl who died in her arms must have been reincarnated and lived a happy life.
The city gate opened wide, and countless soldiers poured out. Then more than a dozen officials walked out, looking at Ni Dazhi who was alone, with disbelief on their faces.
Although spies came to report, they really didn't expect that a prince would actually enter the capital alone without anyone!
Looking at the people in front of him, they all had unfamiliar faces and were full of energy. Ni Dazhi shook his head lightly.
Time flies by, the ministers I interacted with back then have become old, and the court no longer looks like the one I was familiar with.
Guarded by thousands of heavily armored men, Ni Dazhi went straight into the imperial city and untied his sword in front of the Jinluan Palace. He looked at the man with fluttering beard sitting on the seat and chuckled. The childish boy back then has now become a majestic man.
"Prince Binghe, why don't you kneel before your Majesty?"
"No matter how powerful you are, you must follow the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers. Could it be that you have a disobedient heart?"
Some ministers scolded loudly, but Ni Dazhi ignored him. He just looked at the man on the dragon throne, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The face is still familiar, but there is no intimacy in the eyes, only aloofness.
Ni Dazhi sighed, time has passed after all, and in the face of power, feelings have passed away.
Turning his head and looking at the old official wearing a poinsettia court uniform, Ni Dazhi asked softly:
"Sang Guoli, ministers will not bow to the monarch unless it is important, nor will they bow to the monarch if they are teachers. Why should I kneel down?"
