The servant in the forest bowed his head to the ground. Emperor Xuan Yan's gaze was like an invisible oppression, making him unable to lift his head.
Princess Yangping on the side did not dare to speak. She lowered her head and looked at the ground, breathless.
equality.
Emperor Xuan Yan recited these two words softly in his heart.
Yes, the old man was indeed right. The last thing he could understand in his life was these two words, because he didn't even bother to understand them.
Why should he understand these two words?
He was born to be an emperor, standing on the top of the mountains, overlooking the world, fluttering his wings to reach the sky, and all the people bowed to his feet.
What he holds in his hand is the greatest glory and wealth in the world, a blade that can kill and dominate others, and the power that can easily change the fate of millions of people with a wave of pen and ink.
As an emperor, his innate nature is ambition and intrigue!
Regardless of the emperor, what are the reasons for all the people in this world who strive to reach higher places?
Those heroes are reckless, they count people's hearts and plot the world, they step on the bones and remains, pass through the smoke and beacon fire, roll over the desolate blood scene, plot and cover up mysteries, even if they are betrayed and alienated, and they are unpopular, what they want in the end is not
Isn't it the arrogance of knowing what is right in the world and saying otherwise to be wrong? Isn't that the supreme power that dominates the world?
equality?
Who wants equality?
Only the incompetent and untouchables want equality!
as well as
Emperor Xuan Yan looked back at the old man.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. Emperor Xuanyan said softly, so for heaven and earth, equality is the way?
No one around him dared to speak, and even his breathing was cautious.
Emperor Xuan Yan's mood swings were too violent. The sudden murderous act just now showed his ferocity and arrogance, which frightened them all.
"Sir, I am not as good as you," Emperor Xuan Yan said tiredly. "If you think I don't respect you, then I don't."
Time is running out, the old man said.
I want to listen to my elders’ teachings. Emperor Xuanyan said, “Sir, could you give me some advice?”
No. The old man replied.
Emperor Xuan Yan frowned, and the feeling of powerlessness came over him again.
The old man was sitting there, upright, and although his face was expressionless, he was not arrogant.
However, his contempt and contempt for him existed from beginning to end.
He didn't take him seriously and didn't care at all.
After Xia Zhaoyi's accident two years ago, Emperor Xuanyan sent people to Liling many times, but the old man was not on the mountain.
Every time Emperor Xuan Yan received a letter saying that he could not be found, he would feel disappointed.
Early on, I particularly wanted to know what an expert like Xia Zhaoyi was like who could teach a disciple like Xia Zhaoyi. Moreover, the country was in great mourning and tragedy at that time, and coupled with his several decision-making mistakes, he deployed troops when he shouldn't and increased troops when he shouldn't.
On the verge of death, he desperately wanted someone to guide him and lead him to the next step.
However, it can't be found.
Those anger and resentments became more and more fierce, and the accumulated anger turned into hostility and cruelty. Finally, when Xia Zhaoxue inadvertently pointed out his mistakes in his plan, Emperor Xuanyan could no longer tolerate Xia Zhaoxue living in this world.
The person who deserves to die should be Xia Zhaoxue.
If Xia Zhaoxue was really so powerful, why was he defeated in Rongtang Gorge in the first place?
A good-for-nothing who asked his subordinates to die and let his sister die in his place, why should he live?
And enjoy the respect brought by the sacrifice of others!
Emperor Xuanyan lowered his head, feeling angry again.
He spent a lot of time calming himself down, turned his head and said to Princess Yangping: Go and give the order, go down the mountain.
Princess Yang Ping Fu Li: Yes.
She glanced at the old man, turned around hesitantly, and after making sure that the old man would not attack her, she relaxed a little.
As soon as Princess Yangping came out, Concubine Mu hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand with a pale face: What's going on inside?!
It was precisely because I could hear a lot of movement that I became even more frightened.
Princess Yangping was almost crying. She steeled herself and looked at Xun Fei, going over to explain.
Xun Fei took the order and turned to leave.
Princess Yangping could no longer stand, turned around and threw herself into Concubine Mu's arms, crying: Concubine!
She might have really gotten into trouble.
The look in Emperor Xuan Yan's eyes frightened her to the extreme.
Xun Fei passed the order, and people from all walks of life on the mountain began to prepare.
The hilltop was too big and it was difficult to run, so many messengers stood in the distance and shouted loudly.
The north wind blows through the mountains, and there are noises everywhere. The torches held high are running like fire dragons.
Zhili stood on tiptoe on the edge of the cliff, holding a branch with one hand, looking up at the mountain, curious about what happened.
Xia Zhaoxue was sitting by the fire, and the bamboo hat was indeed crushed. He took out the damaged area and knitted it again. He used to be very good at knitting, but now it is extremely laborious to knit, and his fingers clumsily bump together from time to time.
The overburdened branches were suddenly broken, and the branches were so frightened that they almost fell off.
After a while, he limped back, clutching his shoulders, and sat down beside the fire in a muffled voice.
His shoulders ached violently, and he had tears in his eyes.
When Xia Zhaoxue saw him coming, he put down his bamboo hat, took out the hot dagger that had been baked on the side, and looked at him.
I'm actually not afraid of pain, Zheli said, just
He couldn't talk any more and stood up again: I'll go over there and have a look.
He walked towards the other side.
If the branches in the wound are not picked clean, the wound will become serious. Xia Zhaoxue said, sooner or later it will hurt, so it is better to deal with it as soon as possible.
Zheli thought for a while and pointed to the stone wall behind him: If I hit here, I will knock myself out, and then I will hit the wall again.
Seeing Xia Zhaoxue's slightly furrowed thick eyebrows, he lowered his voice and changed the subject: Wouldn't it look very unsmart?
Xia Zhaoxue said nothing, put down the dagger without saying a word, and picked up the bamboo hat again.
Zhili breathed a sigh of relief.
He went back and sat down, making sure that the other party would not take out the dagger again, and said: It's okay, my master will come to me soon. Although the old sect leader Pei refused to show his face, if something really happened to me, he would definitely come right away.
Find my master.
Xia Zhaoxue said nothing, studying the bamboo hat, trying hard to regain the feeling in his fingers.
My master's healing skills are among the best in the world, and there are many precious medicinal materials on the mountain. When the time comes, you can go up the mountain with me and get whatever you want. Old Sect Master Pei owes me a huge debt this time.
He didn't dare not give it.
Money is fine, but it’s better to take less money. It’s not that we are stingy, but if we take too much money, the smell of copper will not smell good, it will contaminate too much, and it will be a big disaster for people, both physically and mentally. What’s more,
No matter, in today's troubled times, money is actually of little use.
Moreover, I have never had much money. I have not survived these years. However, after following my master, I seem to have become poorer. Just like now, let me show you how much money I have.
Xia Zhaoxue picked up the dagger again and looked at him.
At a halt.
After a moment of silence, he stood up and said, "I'll go over there and have a look."
