Tang Xuanming put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and said: "It is also possible to become a god by believing in incense. Didn't your ancestor Zhao Kuangyin become an immortal?"
"This...that means I can do it too?"
Zhao Yun's face was full of surprise. At this time, there was no eunuch or maid around him. It was impossible for them to hear such news.
"He can, but you may not be able to. I haven't seen many emperors in heaven. Zhao Kuangyin is one and Li Shimin is one. The other emperors don't seem to have a deep impression."
Tang Xuanming started talking nonsense without even taking a breath. He was getting more and more accustomed to this rhythm.
When it comes to the legends of gods and demons, local customs and customs, we draw on the ancient system that was almost perfected in later novels. When talking about the ancestor of the blood sea, Zhao Yun was so horrified that his face turned pale.
When it was said that the gate of Zixiao Palace was wide open and Hongjun was preaching to the world, Zhao Yun was so excited that he trembled all over.
Tang Xuanming didn't explain it thoroughly, he only talked here and there, deliberately not finishing the whole system, but just talking about some exciting things.
It stimulated Zhao Yun so much that his heart beat wildly and his face turned red with excitement.
"Does the heavenly being want to stay in the court for a few more days to meet all the civil and military officials?"
Zhao Yun asked cautiously, but Tang Xuanming smiled disdainfully: "There are no civil and military elites in the entire dynasty, so what's the use of seeing him?"
Seeing that Zhao Yun had been fooled by him and almost regarded his words as a myth, Tang Xuanming said indifferently: "If you want to become a god, the key lies in the north."
"Oh! I wonder where the road to becoming an immortal is?"
Zhao Yun was not as excited as he was in the first half of his life. He stared at Tang Xuanming with fiery eyes and asked Tang Xuanming for an answer.
"Is it a god or not?" Seeing Zhao Yun's confused look, Tang Xuanming paused and said, "Forget it, forget it, I told you the difference between gods and immortals, but you don't understand. I know you can live forever.
Enough."
Zhao Yun nodded ignorantly, his heart beating very fast.
But I heard Tang Xuanming say there: "When I came down to the mortal world, your ancestor Zhao Kuangyin gave me the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon God Shuttle. Therefore, I just gave you a few words. When you go to heaven in the future, you must remember the kindness of your ancestors."
Zhao Yun was grateful from the bottom of his heart, and he had infinite admiration for the ancestor whom he had only heard of by name but never met.
"Thank you, Emperor, for your kindness!"
He bowed to Tang Xuanming, and most of the doubts in his mind were cleared.
Tang Xuanming, however, had a cold face, as if he didn't understand the world at all, and said: "Don't be too busy thanking me. It's not certain whether you can really succeed. I just try my best to know the destiny. Otherwise, I won't give you the poisonous dragon's inner elixir.
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Zhao Yun's heart felt like he was on a roller coaster. He heard so much shocking news at once, and it was hard to digest it in a short period of time.
He felt a little dry in his mouth and said dryly: "Is there anything else that happened?"
Tang Xuanming stood in the palace with carved railings and jade, but looked towards the cloudy grassland in the north. He pressed his hand on the railing and said meaningfully: "How can the northern devil wolf be so easy to eliminate?"
Zhao Yun felt that he had been exposed to a mysterious and unpredictable world and was still digesting it.
Tang Xuanming suddenly turned around and strode towards the uneasy eunuch in the distance. When he passed by Zhao Yun, he whispered: "Heaven is not as peaceful as you think."
Zhao Yun, who has experienced the ups and downs of the political arena for decades, thought of many things in an instant, including the vicious methods used by the immortals in the court.
All kinds of intrigues were jaw-dropping. Even when he was sitting on the throne, he was confused and couldn't see clearly.
And in heaven - the legendary residence of the gods, where countless talented people gather, the gathering of all kinds of dark means can also be terrifying.
While he was still deep in thought, Tang Xuanming had already ordered the eunuch who was leading him: "Take me out, I'm going to Xiangyang."
The old eunuch glanced at Zhao Yun, who was still deep in thought, and did not dare to refuse Tang Xuanming's request. He lowered his head and walked in front, leading the way with small steps.
The corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth curved slightly. The reason why he told Zhao Yun so much without worrying about any flaws was not only because later generations had already compiled novels about the ancient system, but also because of the fact that he would become an immortal and become an ancestor through immortality.
Secrets can always be hidden in Zhao Yun's heart. The more he knows, the less likely he will ask those smart people.
He will only quietly use his own methods to investigate and find.
This kind of thing cannot be announced verbally.
Many of the prehistoric mythological systems were woven based on ancient historical books, coupled with some specious truths said by Tang Xuanming, which was enough for Emperor Zhao Yun to ponder for a year and a half.
Although the so-called dragon inner elixir is fake, its power is real.
With the energy and blood of a gray-spotted snake that rivals that of a wolf-striped snake, it is indeed possible for Emperor Zhao Yun to live a long life and be invincible with a golden gun.
From this point of view, Zhao Yun did not lose much.
Even Tang Xuanming needed to disintegrate the huge Mongolian country and continue the national destiny for the Song Dynasty. From this point of view, Zhao Yun made too much.
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Xiangyang has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Now that the war between Mongolia and the Song Dynasty is about to break out, its geographical location becomes even more important.
The Song Dynasty was already sluggish and old. According to the policy of the Song Dynasty, a civilian official must be the leader at any time when marching and fighting.
These civil servants who have never experienced war can only talk about military affairs on paper, and talk about ancient and modern military techniques with great accuracy.
But when it comes to marching and fighting, he is not much better than Zhao Kuo who talks about war on paper.
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and if you hesitate even a little, you will fall into eternal disaster.
Unfortunately, these civil servants never go to the battlefield, and only command from behind. They often operate as fiercely as tigers, and when they are complacent, tens of thousands of troops all become prisoners of the opposite side.
He could only flee back in a hurry, but the national policy of establishing the Song Dynasty was not to kill literati.
No matter what kind of tricks the literati have, they will never die in the end. At most, they will be dismissed from office. Therefore, they always take it easy. No matter how big the defeat is, they will still be the top literati when they return to the Song Dynasty, living and dreaming.
In the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
It's just that I pity those generals. Someone always takes the blame for a failed war, and they are the ones who take the blame every time, killing batch after batch.
The last bit of courage and courage in the Song Dynasty was exhausted.
Moreover, the huge Xiangyang City is actually garrisoned by a man like Guo Jing. Now the city lord who defends the city suffers from having no soldiers to fight. He has asked the court for help many times to no avail, so he has to hold a hero's banquet in the rivers and lakes to entertain all the heroes. I hope
Many martial arts heroes can help him jointly resist the Mongol invasion.
For the Jianghu people, this is a supreme honor, but for the entire Song Dynasty, this is a huge irony and sadness.