After sending away the second-rate Xuanzhong and the law enforcement team, Chang Gonghao finally came to his senses from his originally troubled state. He was really annoyed by that group of people just now. They were the law enforcement team of the human race imperial capital, and they represented the human race.
They have dignity, but with their flattering performance just like the third grandson, there is no dignity at all. These people usually represent the authority of several major families to enforce the law. Now they are
Such a flattering performance also represents the attitude of several major families. As the real power holder of the human race today, you can fight openly and secretly within the family for the interests of the family, and you can also fight with fists and kicks to compete for resources, but you cannot collude with foreign races and have ambiguous relationships with others.
.Protecting national power and safeguarding national interests are the most basic obligations. However, several major families have long forgotten this. They have fallen to the bone.
Chang Gonghao simply washed up and wanted to go out to relax. He didn't walk very fast along the way, and he didn't have any goals. He just wandered around the imperial capital. As he walked, he found that he had actually arrived
In front of the gate of the foreign palace where his family lived. This place is very remote in the imperial capital, and there is no human habitation around. This is where he lived back then. Since he was a child, he has not liked the environment in the palace and feels that it is
like a
It's a prison. People living there are not only physically bound in it, but even their minds seem to become numb in a subtle way. So he begged his mother to move out. His mother is a beautiful and beautiful woman.
A gentle woman. She always smiles no matter who she faces. Because of her talent, people in her family don't like her, but her mother dotes on him and will try her best to satisfy his requests.
The eldest brother is much older than him and has great talent. The whole family regards him as the hope of the family. Even the second uncle, who has never given him a good look, will look happy when facing his eldest brother. My father's generation is
Three brothers and sisters, I can return it myself
There is a second uncle Chang Gong Sheng and an aunt Chang Gong Ya. The second uncle Chang Gong Sheng is a martial arts fanatic who has been addicted to cultivation all year round. His cultivation level is much higher than that of his father. However, his father is involved in many worldly affairs.
There was no time to practice at all. Back then,
The second uncle has already reached the peak of the Spiritual Emperor at a young age. It can be said that he is not far behind the peerless geniuses today. The Longgong family has been cannibalized by the nine great families for many years. By the time of his father's generation, there was not even a single Spiritual Saint in the family.
There are no practitioners of the highest level
Yes. In order to improve his strength and protect the dignity of the family, the second uncle did not get married until his death. His aunt Chang Gongya was a business genius and studied under Mr. Zhuo, the president of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce since he was a child. Unfortunately, during an escort
Died accidentally.
His thoughts slowly returned to reality. The house in front of him had not been lived in for many years, and the door was now covered with dust. Chang Gonghao slowly opened the door, and a smell of rotten wood came to him. Since then,
After he joined the army, no one lived here anymore. Now there is not even a waiter to look after the house and the courtyard. The once green courtyard is now dilapidated. Every part of the courtyard is in ruins.
They are all so familiar. He spent the happiest time here as a child. At that time, he had a loving mother, a kind father and an older brother who always protected him. At that time, he had no worries.
There was no need for him to worry about anything, but unfortunately such time was gone forever. The three most cherished relatives he once had all left him, and he had to bear the responsibility of reviving the family alone.
Chang Gonghao looked lonely, feeling every plant and tree in the courtyard. Every step in the courtyard seemed to be so heavy. The most conspicuous thing in the courtyard was a huge banyan tree, which was planted by his grandfather when he was young. It was planted by his own hands when he was young. It has been hundreds of years now. When he was a child, his favorite thing was to climb this tree. Chang Gonghao squatted down silently. He had buried under this tree back then. His most precious thing, he gently opened up the black soil at the roots. Chang Gonghao took out a metal box from the soil. He wiped the soil covering the box clean with his right hand and carefully opened the lid of the metal box. The box was not big, and there was only a piece of embroidered cloth inside. Chang Gonghao slowly opened the embroidered cloth, and it was exquisitely embroidered with four figures. The one on the far left was a handsome and masculine man, and the one on the far right was a smiling man. A beautiful woman. In the middle of them are two little boys, one tall and one short. These are the most precious things of Chang Gong Hao. The youngest boy on top is him. He was just two years old at that time, and this embroidery painting was from the original An embroiderer with the most skillful hands among the human race embroidered it for their family.
This piece of embroidered cloth is made of silk spun by thousand-year-old Han silkworms, and the silk threads on it are woven from the neck feathers of the ten thousand year bird. This embroidery painting can last for ten thousand years, and it is also Chang Gong Hao's most precious thing. Even Chang Gong Yiqiu had never seen this embroidery before. When he was in the army, he was afraid that the embroidery would be damaged, so he buried it under this big banyan tree. He didn't expect that it would be more than ten years ago. .It is what Chang Gonghao cares about the most, and it is also what he least wants to touch. All the past events have passed away, and the people who have passed away have long since turned into white bones. The thing that is most difficult to grasp in life is time. Once it has passed, you can no longer catch up. Hui. Endless sadness swept over him crazily, and Chang Gong Hao actually fell into inner demons because of this embroidery painting.
Inner demons are a problem that every cultivator may face. Normally, Chang Gonghao cannot suffer the soul-eating demons because he possesses the Chaos Divine Body, but this time he fell into the memories on his own, which is equivalent to falling into the heart on his own initiative. At this time, no one can help him and he can only figure it out by himself. If he can't figure it out, he will become a demon and lose his soul, completely turning into an unconscious killing machine. Chang Gong Hao sat cross-legged on the ground and frowned. , his body was shaking like a rocker. The waves in the sea of consciousness were turbulent, as if they might burst at any time, and the memories of his childhood suppressed his consciousness like a mountain.
Due to excessive clenching of fists, his hands had been scratched with blood by his own nails, and the blood dripped onto the surrounding plants. Because of the chaotic atmosphere in his blood, the surrounding plants began to grow crazily, and the plants in front of him began to grow crazily. The big banyan tree was also exuding a faint green rhyme at this moment. Chang Gonghao felt that his consciousness seemed to be scattered, and a crazy impulse would be unable to be suppressed. He seemed to feel that his six senses were gradually disappearing. Hearing first, then vision, smell, taste, and touch, and finally only the sixth sense was left. At this time, he had fallen into darkness, and the surroundings seemed extremely silent. He didn't know how long time had passed, but he felt that even the whole world seemed to be empty. left myself.
Just when his last instinct was about to dissipate, suddenly the black stone in the palace once again emitted five colors of light, bringing back his six senses that had disappeared. The five colors of divine light were extremely warm, washing his skin over and over again. The sea of consciousness, the soul, and the consciousness were slowly recovering. Finally, with the five-color divine light of the black stone, Chang Gong Hao finally gained control of the consciousness. The sea of consciousness returned to calm, and Chang Gong Hao stood up again. When he got up, his inner demon almost made him sink this time. The level of thrill this time can be said to be the greatest in history. He looked at the embroidery in his hand quietly, but he didn't expect that after so many years, he still couldn't let it go. Thinking of growing up here Gong Hao's hatred for several aristocratic families became even stronger. All this was thanks to them. If he didn't crush them to ashes, he really couldn't swallow this breath. How could he not avenge the blood feud? If he let go, his life would be in vain. .