A few months ago, in the spring of the thirty-first year of Qianheng's reign, the city of the gods was extremely lively, with waves of people flocking to the Temple of Heaven.
Hundreds of officials gathered around, and accompanied by the sound of bells and drums and the sound of salutes, the prince in dragon robe slowly walked up the stairs.
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
"Long live, long live!"
"My emperor..."
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Accompanied by cheers and bows that sounded like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, the heaven-sacrifice ceremony ended. Under the spotlight, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and was renamed "Yonghe".
The enthronement ceremony was very complicated, but Xue Dilong was not impatient at all. Feeling the cheers and prostrates all around, he looked towards the Temple of Heaven with a pair of eyes.
Some things, even if you have realized them, still need to be famous in order to achieve perfection.
For example, right now.
It has been more than half a year since Emperor Qianheng was taken prisoner. During this half year, the two of them have wiped out all the masters and hundreds of officials, and all the princes have already found their rightful place.
But it wasn't until this moment that he really saw the gathering of luck.
Buzz!
Only a few people could see that above the altar of heaven, the clouds were like the sea, and a golden dragon of luck soared among it, spreading its wings and claws, and making dragon roars in all directions.
Luck comes from people.
A pure individual, no matter how lucky he is, cannot compare with an established dynasty.
This is because the dynasty's luck is originally derived from all the people in the world. When all the people surrender and submit to life and death, the luck will rise accordingly, and they will have this kind of true dragon.
Therefore, whenever a dynasty is at its peak, luck will be at its peak; when a dynasty declines, luck will decline.
In the final analysis, it still depends on the people.
At this time, the destiny dragon in the sea of clouds is less than one-seventh of what it was when the dynasty was at its peak. Although it still looks like a dragon, it looks weak and thin.
At the same time, waves of black energy came from all directions, binding the hands and feet of his minions. This was the hidden dragon with rebellious intentions in the world.
In addition, this dragon is missing its eyes, which was borrowed by Zhang Yuanzhu at the beginning of the founding of the country.
One of them is used to refine magic weapons, and the second one is used to suppress the Lian Sheng Cult...
The consequence was that most of the emperors who came after them were dim-witted and easily listened to sycophants and deceived others.
"What a simple reign name, Yonghe..."
Xue Dilong laughed in his heart, but he did not look at the new emperor who looked so different from him. Instead, he took a deep breath and felt the gathering of luck.
There are many hardships on the road to Fulong, but now is naturally the time to reap the rewards.
Using the luck of a country to cultivate a person's path, this is the beauty of Fulongting. With this Qi, his Taoist skills can be greatly improved.
hold head high!
However, at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled and he heard a shrill wail.
This sound comes from the golden dragon of luck hovering in the Temple of Heaven.
"Um?!"
Xue Dilong's pupils shrank.
Above the sea of clouds, the dragon roared shrilly, the golden dragon of luck kept wailing, and black blood flowed from its right eye.
"Is this, backlash?!"
Xue Dilong's expression suddenly changed. He didn't even look at the new emperor who suddenly fell on the Temple of Heaven, but looked at him with all his eyes.
Following the black stained blood, his eyes seemed to have drifted to thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar Dayan Mountain.
I saw a kind old woman walking out of the forest...
"She's out of seclusion?!"
At this moment, the sun was high in the sky, but Xue Dilong broke out in a cold sweat. It took him a long time to recover, but when he looked again, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
It will take many days for things to change, but changes in luck may only occur in an instant.
He looked intently, but felt that the moment the old woman came out of the mountain, all the energy in all directions fell sharply.
And the one that bears the brunt of it is the Northwest Road!
The northwest path's destiny gathering place, which was once as bright as a flaming cloud and could not be seen by oneself, was now shrouded in thick black.
Seeing this, Xue Dilong felt solemn in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
In the past few years, the rebellion on the Northwest Road has become a serious concern for him. The Qingzhou mud-legged man has an outrageous aura, almost akin to Zhang Yuanzhu's aura back then.
Fortunately...
"That mud-legged man is about to run out of energy..."
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How difficult is it to support a building that is about to collapse?
When the few months in the book became reality, Wang Muzhi truly felt the indescribable pressure.
"The heavens and the earth all work together to bring you luck, but if you bring heroes away, they will not be free..."
Putting down the file, Wang Muzhi couldn't help but shake his head.
This sentence is extremely accurate when applied to individuals, and the same is true when applied to the imperial court.
With his help, it was actually not difficult for Xu Wenji to clean up the temple. The two hundred thousand forbidden troops and the Shence Army at hand were enough to resist the army of King Youhan of the Golden Horde.
But if people's hearts are scattered, it will be difficult to unite.
Qianheng was captured, and all the ministers had their own thoughts. As the new emperor of the court was about to ascend the throne, it became increasingly difficult to integrate various thoughts.
Iron-fisted suppression is okay for a while, but ultimately it cannot last long.
After all, most of the accompanying ministers and leaders of the Shence Army came from wealthy families in Wanlong Dao and Jiangnan Dao, and they had no interest in resisting the barbarians at the border here.
"After the battle last winter, the Hu army temporarily retreated, and it was suspected to be related to the Seven Killers..."
Qiu Zhanyu reported in a deep voice.
His body had a strong smell of blood, and he had obviously just come off the battlefield.
"Seven kills, seven kills..."
Wang Muzhi gently rubbed his temples, but his heart felt bright.
The so-called Seven Killer King was probably the barbarian commander he had seen in the dark all those years ago.
It was this man who led the barbarians to break through the border, bloodbathed the Central Plains, and finally won the artifact...
Unfortunately, he could only see a small glimpse of the future that year, and he was not able to glimpse the future again for many years.
"Where's the teacher?"
"The boss has just fallen asleep. He is really tired from the journey. This cannot be made up for by pills..."
Qiu Zhanyu replied:
"teacher……"
Wang Muzhi sighed in his heart, but had no choice but to turn away and talk about it:
"After this battle, the Hu people temporarily retreated, and there was peace for a few years. However, after the battle was over, there were even more problems..."
"Yes, after this battle, many generals of the Shence Army wrote to return to Shendu. If the princess had not suppressed them with iron blood, the morale of the army would have been in chaos."
Qiu Zhanyu couldn't help but sigh.
After years of wars, Long Yuandao suffered heavy losses. Including Long Yuan Guards, the number of capable soldiers was less than 200,000.
With this small force, it is barely possible to guard the three major border passes.
If the imperial imperial army, especially the Shence Army, withdraws, I am afraid that war will resume in the future and there will be no resistance...
"Most of these Imperial Guards are from large and small families in Wanlong Dao. How can they be willing to sacrifice their lives for Mudleg?"
Opening the door, it was already late at night. Wang Muzhi was pacing in the small courtyard. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.
"Mr. Wang?"
Qiu Zhanyu keenly sensed something was wrong. As soon as he chased him out, he saw Wang Muzhi disappear and leave in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say a word of explanation.
boom!
In the middle of the night, there was an explosion of air in Longyuan City. Wang Mu stepped forward, broke through the airflow, and came to Wanxiang Mountain.
I saw a wisp of white light burst out from under the big rock that had been sitting cross-legged all year round, and shot straight into the sky!
"The sloppy Taoist's restriction has been broken!"
Seeing this scene, even though he had been prepared on the way here, Wang Muzhi's heart still sank, as if a big stone had been pressed against him.
For more than twenty years in the Vientiane Mountains, he was preparing for his promotion to the Ten Capitals, and he was also monitoring this restriction.
This was the promise he made after acquiring the things left by the sloppy Taoist in Wanxiang Mountain.
"That old witch..."
With his heart trembling, Wang Muzhi stepped into Wanxiang Mountain, spread out his fingers, grabbed a ray of white light, and already used his magical power of 'splitting shadow'.
After being promoted to the Tenth Capital, he was baptized by the law, and all four of his magical powers broke through to the third level.
As the natal magical power, spectroscopy will naturally make greater progress.
His magical power, starting from the first level, can differentiate all kinds of mysteries from "light".
Now that we have entered the third level, it is even more mysterious.
In an instant, the Dayan Mountain that stretched for countless miles appeared in Wang Muzhi's mind.
And traced the light back up to the source, and saw the figure stepping out of the mountain forest, and even saw the person earlier...
That is?!
In the dark mountain forest, there seemed to be a thunderbolt, and Wang Muzhi's pupils contracted violently for a moment.
Then he saw a clay statue of a god opening his eyes like a human being, and it was even more like seeing himself from afar in the void of time.
"puff!"
His magical power was broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Wang Muzhi flicked his fingers continuously, grabbing the light spots. After a long time, he fell to the ground as if there was a big battle.
"That statue..."
After taking the healing elixir, Wang Muzhi slowly released his palms, and wisps of light gradually gathered under the blessing of invisible forces.
The reason why his magical power was broken was because he forced himself to pry into the mystery of the statue.
Between the interplay of light and shadow, he saw the clay statue again, and at the same time, he also saw the old woman stepping out of the forest.
One person and one idol, three distant mountains away from each other, stopped at the same time and looked at each other from a distance.
No sound came out. Obviously, two of them had already prepared ways to deal with such prying eyes.
"Is it the statue that released the old witch? What is it..."
Wang Muzhi became increasingly uneasy.
And when he was highly concentrated, and even activated his magical powers again, he finally captured sporadic conversations...
And what is mentioned in it is,
"Junior Brother Yang?!"
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The best way to achieve peace and prosperity in the world...
In one day, Yang Yu chewed on this sentence for the third time, but this time, his mood was completely different.
After twenty years of ups and downs and experiencing many lives and deaths, he thought he could face everything calmly.
But at this moment, he had to hold his palm tightly to suppress the burning anger and worry in his heart.
Phew!
The goshawk spread its wings vigilantly, and in the sea of clouds far away, there was an eagle with golden feathers flying across the sky, heading towards here.
The Golden Eagle is the king of eagles and is extremely precious. Even Wang Muzhi only has one, and it will not be released unless it is an important pass.
Phew~
After receiving the feather eagle, there were, as expected, Wang Muzhi's warnings and persuasion, and even Wang Muzhi himself was on the way here.
only……
Yang Yu slightly straightened his clothes and stepped into the place covered by dark clouds:
"A great master of martial arts, the sage among men!"
Take a break and continue typing. I guess it won’t be very early. In fact, it was only four o’clock when I woke up today...