"If you receive orders from Heaven, you will live forever"
Seeing these eight characters, the crowd gasped, especially the first-generation Han people. To them, this seal was the legal system of the Han Dynasty, the crystallization of the unity of heaven and man that went deep into their bones.
The second generation Han people also looked at this jade seal very eagerly. When they heard the legendary stories about this seal told by their fathers, in addition to being fascinated by the customs of the Han family's homeland, they also understood that this seal was the highest symbol of power for the Han people.
—The Seal of the Kingdom.
Everyone on the field was thinking about it, and many smart guys woke up to the meaning and shouted: "Your Majesty, do you want us to establish a new Han Dynasty?"
"right"
Ye Qing encouraged with a smile, but did not clearly say that this seal was just a split seal from the sunny side to the dark side, and then made no secret of it: "The three hundred years of Han Dynasty are over, but this is only the beginning."
"The three rises of the Han Dynasty were not a dream...it gave birth to 110,000 red souls of the Han Dynasty. They were not dreams, but became living beings in the sky."
"If this continues to develop, there will be more successes. It's a pity that God never fails and manpower is unable to save it. The past is over. Your reincarnation here is hope and new life."
"With this imperial seal, I hope you can establish the Fourth Han Empire and continue to develop to a higher level. Your Highness, Emperor Wa, and I will be waiting for you until we meet again."
As if thinking of such difficulty, the enthusiastic atmosphere on the field gradually calmed down, some people's eyes shrank, and some people's eyes were firm.
Ye Qing didn't know how many people would be able to become Yangzhi after seventy-eight years here, but Qingzhi can only provide a platform. Real achievements must rely on one's own efforts. No one can help. He won't say much for the time being. He only asks the boy next to him.
: "Liu Zhen, you will make great contributions here from now on. I can only guarantee that you will be yang-transformed back before your death, but if you take good care of yourself and live to be over ninety years old, you will be able to survive until the end of your evolution."
Death is too far away for an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy, but for Liu Zhen, he has experienced it once and nodded carefully: "I understand..."
Looking at Ye Qing's young face, he thought about how he might be an old man after this farewell, and secretly sighed and bowed: "It's a pity that I can't study with my ancestor for more time. Please take care of your health. This is my grandson's farewell."
Pass."
"No need to regret, practice is the best teacher, learn from it..."
After a while, Sun Ce led all the main forces to board the ship, Zhou Ling led the real group back inside, and Ye Qing activated the fairy ship to return. Before leaving, he handed Nuwa's spirit body a yin-yang talisman: "As soon as I leave, the enemy may target the enemy."
Aim at you, crush the enemies from outside when they come, I will come and bring people to support you...many people."
"Understood." She communicated with her own consciousness for a while, and then returned to the jade niche. Someone sent the jade niche to the Wahuang Temple outside the city, where a complete defensive array would be set up, all to attract foreign enemies to attack.
Be prepared, sometimes the reversal between the hunter and the prey in the fairy battle only takes a moment.
The weather in the south is very changeable. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds appear in the clear sky, and heavy rain begins. The rain washes away the blood on the ground, and the fishy smell is washed away. For Jiangnan, a new power is slowly rising.
In the blink of an eye, three months later, it’s winter.
In the Golden Palace of the Imperial Capital, the carved windows let in the golden sunshine, and there were many eyes staring at them on both sides, all unfriendly - no one would be friendly to the defeated general who had made it difficult to protect his wealth. Fan Changxu knelt on the ground, dripping with sweat.
Defense: "Your Majesty, a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the camp. It was not a crime of war."
"A meteor fell from the sky? Is this your reason?" The emperor felt depressed for a while, and threw a dozen or so envelopes of the same caliber at the general: "...A meteor fell from the sky? Why didn't you say that thunder from the sky will kill you all?"
Fan Changxu thought about it and whispered: "While retreating halfway, there was indeed a heavy rain that hit the team. This sudden heavy rain caused many soldiers to be separated and unable to gather together. As a result, I had no choice but to retreat to Yunzhou with 100,000 soldiers, and was defeated in another battle.
, and retreated to Binzhou..."
"Then are we going to retreat to Xiangzhou and retreat to the imperial capital?" The emperor was furious. This guy even talked nonsense to his face, about meteorites falling from the sky, heavy rain and thunder, do you really think I am a stupid donkey?
Or is it destiny to perish in Hunan?
The loss of an army and the humiliation of the country led to the fall of three states in Jiangnan. The emperor could hardly suppress his murderous intention and wanted to kill this guy. However, he remembered that people in the city were panicked and it would be useless to kill him. Moreover, two of the three generals were dead, so he would kill him again.
No one can stop the old man in the army, he can only say: "Get out of here"
Fan Changxu wiped his sweat and crawled out without hesitation. It was very funny for a senior general to do such a thing. All the civil and military officials looked at each other in confusion, and no one dared to laugh.
"What are you doing here? You're all a loser, so get out of here."
Like Fan Changxu before, everyone rolled and crawled out of the palace, blasting out the palace guards and eunuchs.
The main hall suddenly became empty and unpopular, leaving only the emperor sitting alone on the golden dragon chair, his figure was lonely, and he murmured for a long time: "Meteor... Thunderstorm... Could it be that destiny has changed, and God will not bless me, Xiang?"
"
A chuckle was heard from the side of the hall: "This little trick may not lead to destiny."
"How dare Xiao Xiao dare to peek into the palace?" The emperor coldly drew out his sword. Seeing the black mist rising in the palace, he was not panicked. He only raised his voice and shouted: "Guards, escort me."
The sound didn't seem to be heard, but the dragon energy was already rising. For a moment, golden light shone, warding off all evils, boiling soup turned into snow, and it was like the sun shining on the dark night and breaking through the fog.
The black mist dissipated, and a black-clothed Taoist appeared in the corner of the palace, with a sullen expression on his face: "Your Majesty, why should you be alarmed? You have dragon energy to protect you, and it is difficult to approach with magic. I, the heretic, really cannot hurt you. It is better to listen to Zhang Mou's words before expelling you."
...Your Majesty, don’t you want to know the secret of destiny?”
This last sentence made the emperor's face change drastically, and he stared solemnly: "Tell me what you say, there is a nonsense, don't blame me for killing you, you monster."
"Hehehe... In fact, there is more than one destiny. As long as your Majesty is willing to offer sacrifices and convert, I can bring you a kind of destiny... It is more powerful and more generous...
Zhang Jiao's voice was seductive, and every word touched the emperor's heartache after more than ten years on the throne. His face was uncertain: "Master Zhang, I have heard that there are no two days in the sky and no two masters in the people. How can this destiny come from two families?
"
"It's normal for Your Majesty to have doubts, but I can show Your Majesty... the sky is beyond the sky."
A faint light flashed through the air in the palace. In the eternal cold and dark void, two starlights swirled closer. Zhang Jiao only glanced at the part of the golden and cyan star, trying to select those that were remote, dilapidated or even filled with war, and then displayed the outer realm, focusing on the display.
Fairy Mountain, Fleet Group, Twelve Star Nest Chains...
The emperor was dumbfounded and waited for a long time before the screening ended and said in a dumb voice: "Are these true?"
"...Everything Zhang said is true, and the fictitious law does not appear under the dragon's energy. Can't your majesty feel it? In this way, I will take my leave. There will be a call in the future. Your majesty only needs to light this black plant during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.
Lotus agarwood will send a signal to this region, and with the sacrifice, it will be radiated by this region... Will this destiny come back?"
After a long time, the black mist faded away from the night sky outside the palace, leaving a slender incense stick in the corner with a faint fragrance.
The emperor stared at the incense stick, stretched out his hand and retracted it, feeling numb, but as soon as his eyes fell on the map, where the shocking large area of rebels captured the prefectures and counties, his heart became cold... The destiny no longer belongs to him, so what else can he miss?
What about?
"The five states in the south have fallen, the mortal battlefield has lost control, the north is plagued by famines and refugees, and the imperial court is on the verge of collapse. Apart from asking for help from the legendary Heaven and Earth, I actually... have no choice."
"God... Taizu... you all forced me to do this"
The emperor cruelly picked up the incense and put it in his arms. After thinking about it, there were still two months until the 223rd New Year of the dynasty, and hissed: "Come here, give me my order - prepare carefully for the big festival after the new year."
"My slave, you obey." The eunuch responded outside and went down to urge preparations. Although it was still early, the preparations for the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices to heaven could indeed begin.
Tonight, while the imperial city is awake, the black air outside is flying under the bright moon, crossing the Xiang River and heading south.
While the wind was raging, Zhang Jiao was thinking about his next goal... Originally he was just sowing some seeds of the dark side, waiting for the opportunity in the future, but during the twenty-two years here, he discovered that the Hunan Dynasty had strangely lost the "Heavenly Favorite" that sealed the sun side, which was the sun side.
There is a problem with the connection between dragon energy and dark side dragon energy.
Although I don’t know the reason, it is obviously a good opportunity to seize control of the small world - the next step is to lure a large number of natives to rebel directly, but this time I have thought of the slogan and can no longer use "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is standing", and used the failed one.
The slogan is so unlucky.
The central strategy is to take advantage of the fact that both the Fuhan Society and the imperial army are harmed, so that he can benefit from the situation.
The best thing to do is to have a sudden idea after hearing about the imperial court's defeat, and try to contact the emperor directly, and the effect seems to be very good...
The only thing that puzzled him at the moment was the news about the meteorite falling from the sky. From his understanding, he could tell that it was a fairy ship. He thought to himself: "Could it be that some other friendly forces broke through the hole in the ground and took the opportunity to invade the earth?"
The world? In that case, things will go more smoothly, but I haven’t seen the message from my friend Lotus Root, so I’d better hurry over and have a look.”
Only halfway there, he suddenly felt a slight twinge in his heart. He counted his fingers and shouted, "If our Ouji comrades heading south are killed, the war situation must have changed."
This black energy hurriedly went south, turned back and fell sharply towards an altar somewhere in the northern plain, gathered with ten black energies, and started plotting around it again.
There was a Taoist Huang Guan with blood-red eyes: "This is the dark side. We have a secret method that can temporarily bypass the restrictions. Even if the ordinary mortal army cannot win, it will never be able to hurt Junior Brother Ouchi. There must be the intervention of the same level of combat force...
…”
"Who could it be?"
"Friends Oujiu's last message is already locating the direction of the paper crane, attracting the last bit of spiritual consciousness to return..."
While he was talking, a black paper crane flew up from the air and projected the situation on the battlefield in mid-air. The familiar shape of the Hongwu ship caused everyone to exclaim, and they saw two immortals, a man and a woman, surrounding them and killing them. Then the scene unfolded.
Slowly darkening - this is the last bit of Ou Che Boy's spiritual consciousness that is about to dissipate.
Taoist Huang Guan frowned: "Looking at the strength, it doesn't look like a fairy clone. It may be that the original body has been weakened due to its arrival. It is as strong as us... No wonder Junior Brother Ouche can't support it alone."
Before the light and shadow completely dissipated, the young Taoist priest seemed to be aware of the escaping paper crane. He turned to look at the screen, stretched out his hand and made a crosscut under his neck, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.
This naked provocation made everyone present feel uncomfortable. It has been a long time since I met such an arrogant native. It was like a person being provoked by a monkey while walking in the zoo. He sneered: "This guy is too arrogant. He really takes us seriously."
I can’t cure him.”
"Who knows this enemy immortal?" asked a young Taoist.
Zhang Jiao's face twitched and his eyes were cold: "Even if Ye Qing and Nuwa turned into ashes, I know them all."
"Yingzhou Ye Qing? Why did he come to Xiangzhou? Will Zhang Weicun let him go in?"
The Taoists looked at each other in confusion. They were not familiar with Nuwa. It was estimated that Zhang Jiao would only hold grudges after suffering some losses at the opponent's hands. However, he had been famous for Ye Qing for a long time. I don't know how many Taoist friends had fallen at the hands of this person. I couldn't figure it out for the moment.
How did this enemy appear?
In the millions of years of war in the outer lands, it is a taboo for military strategists to not know the enemy's situation. The young Taoist just lowered his voice and pondered: "Something unexpected happened, how should we deal with it next?"
"Although it seems that the Hongwu ship was used to break through the membrane, this must be a lucky chance to capture one. Will they have reinforcements?" Zhang Jiao said calmly, with confidence in the local fairy ships in his tone, and glanced around: "
It was a rare opportunity for Ye Qing to enter in person. He had no Sanqing and only Nuwa was left. He took the opportunity to surround and kill these two people... This would eliminate a scourge for the plan to conquer this region, and in terms of our private interests, it is rare to find that we can directly control a small person.
Are you going to give up the world’s opportunity like this?”
"On the mortal battlefield alone, the Han Dynasty has risen, with the momentum of great victory, and its snowball development in the south is unstoppable. We still have to fight the Hunan Dynasty in the north, and the general trend is no longer... But this is the world of immortality, Ye
Qing can drop meteorites from the sky and defeat the imperial court's 400,000-strong army, and we can also kill Ye Qing - he is not a real dragon here, but it is easier to deal with than the emperor of the Hunan Dynasty who has been protecting himself with dragon energy for many years."
After hearing this, all the Taoists looked at each other and weighed the pros and cons. They felt that the risks were small and the benefits were huge. They also remembered that Ye Qing had provoked him just now and his inexplicable anger was hard to suppress, so they nodded: "Okay, let's take this opportunity to lead the last Yellow Turban Army."
Go south and wait for an opportunity to surround and kill Ye Qing."
"Let this Ye Qing see what power is."
A dark cloud drifted across the sky, blocking the moonlight, and casting shadows on the altar, but no one realized it - as the national energy shrank after the defeat of the Hunan Dynasty, the dark side of the Han Dynasty's national energy rose, and the national energy of the underworld was connected to the sun.
The world in the underworld, the sun and the moon, are changing their appearance, the destiny is changing, and it is targeting...
Ye Qing's provocation was very low-level, and he couldn't bear the "relay of heaven and earth". The subtle penetration of the world was as subtle and silent as the spring rain moistening things.
Even immortals, once they leave the heavenly home of their mother world and fall into another world, they will be infected with joy and anger, and they will be intoxicated and unable to control themselves. This is "the hero is not free after being transported".