Chapter 1210 The motherland cannot bear to look back

Chapter 1210 The motherland cannot bear to look back

After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Heng walked slowly to the window, bathed in the clear light, and looked up at the cold moon, feeling desolate and confused.

Although he is now the heir to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his share of the power of all living beings is still greater than when Nan Mian proclaimed himself emperor, he is afraid that he will not be able to reach the supreme throne in his lifetime. He is at the top of the Heavenly Immortal Peak, only one step away from the legend. In the future, The realm is limitless. Unless something unexpected happens, life will be long, and I can never afford to wait. Secondly, even if there is an accident and Gao Lan's middle path collapses, I will not be the one to reach the great treasure, or even the one who is ranked first. Xiao Meng, at that time, the Emperor of Zhou could only choose the new master of Emperor Sword!

As for the Human Emperor Sword, I don't think a miracle will happen.

Therefore, my past ambitions and wishes are all in vain. Without these, what is the point of occupying an empty position and sharing the power of all living beings?

It's just a walking zombie!

Is it time to completely abandon the past and seek a new path?

But where is the future?

Zhao Heng asked himself over and over again, but he still had no answer.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw the cold moon sinking in the west, and an inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind:

"I wonder if the gods can see the same moonlight at this time?"

With this thought, he suddenly felt a strong sense of homesickness. The place that had carried his life for the past few decades was like a picture scroll, and scenes flashed in his mind: palaces, palaces, Prince Wei's Mansion, and streets and alleys... …

It's time to go back and take a look...

Look at the traces of the past, walk into memories, and find a new path!

After making the decision, Zhao Heng entered the Changle Palace at dawn and asked to see Gao Lan. He said that he had been away for many years and suddenly missed his hometown and wanted to return to the capital of gods to worship his ancestors.

Gao Lan looked at him with dark eyes, and nodded in agreement without asking any more questions.

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It was noon. Thousands of sails covered the sun on the canal, and hundreds of boats were vying for the current. It was a lively and prosperous scene.

The city of Gods stands on the riverside, as huge as an ancient beast, majestic and far-reaching. Along both sides of the canal, houses are built, row upon row, noisy and lively.

"The capital of the gods is still so magnificent..." Eunuch Hu Dou stood on the bow of the ship, one step behind Zhao Heng. Looking at the familiar scene, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's true that the tiger is sitting on the dragon's plate, swallowing the world with anger."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng sighed softly, as if he had returned to his youth.

At that time, the gods were the center of the world, even better than Changle. Thousands of merchants came to court, and aristocratic families gathered together. They were really angry and dominated the north and south. The emperor's star shone high, and the majesty of the king made the strong and masters dare not cause trouble at will.

Although the form is still there, the energy has disappeared!

The building ship docked at the port. Zhao Heng led Hu Dou with his hands on his back, through the deep city gate hole, and passed through many years.

He was a great master, and it was impossible for him to find a person of high dharma to protect him when he went out, so he just took the eunuch Hu Dou who always followed him and went south in a low profile.

After entering the divine capital, Zhao Heng paused briefly before choosing a direction. Instead of going to the inner city, he traveled further and further into the countryside.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Hu Dou noticed that the scenery was becoming more and more familiar. His heart moved and he asked.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly: "Well, go there."

As he spoke, an extremely large garden appeared in front of him, with exotic flowers blooming and auspicious trees forming a forest. The river that ran through the capital of the gods was winding and looping here, showing off his beauty and beauty.

"Yulin Garden..." Hu Dou whispered the name of the garden.

This royal garden is known to the world because of the Qionghua Banquet that was once held here. At the banquet, the Yuan Emperor and the Demon Emperor and other influential figures in the world either shone brightly or came to prominence, writing a glorious page in the annals of history.

But for the Zhao family in the capital city, what is unforgettable is the hope and disappointment carried by the Qionghua Banquet.

With a flash of light, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou entered Yulin Garden. They saw many twists and turns of the river, leaving obvious traces. There was a large lake with sparkling water, and desolate scenery such as cracks could be seen around it.

Zhao Heng walked slowly, looking at these remnants carefully, with mixed feelings in his heart. Their appearance ruined the Zhao family's last chance to revive the divine capital!

I didn't realize it at the time, but in recent years I have become more and more aware that if the Qionghua Banquet had been successfully arranged at that time, without the "mythical" "Emperor of Heaven" Han Guang causing trouble, and without the mysterious figure who amplified the thunder, the Zhao family would have been able to With Dharmakaya figures suppressing and balancing the situation, we can catch up with the turbulent changes that will follow.

It's not that having the Dharmakaya can compete with Gao Lan, but with the Dharmakaya, it has shown enough value. The Jin Dynasty, which occupies such a wide territory in the real world, doesn't have big people to draw up the layout, so that it can gradually grow stronger and compete with Gao Lan.

It's a pity that the Zhao family in Shendu missed this best and last opportunity. To this day, it is irreversible.

"It would be great if we could really go back in time and rewrite this period of history..." Zhao Heng closed his eyes and breathed in the breeze by the river. The events of the Qionghua Banquet flowed through his mind one by one.

If you can't go back, you can't go back after all.

Next to him, Hu Dou left his hometown and became a guest in a foreign land. He was also deeply moved and sighed.

Zhao Heng opened his eyes, looked towards the inner city, sighed and said:

"Go back home."

The Prince of Wei's Mansion is located in Duozi Lane near the Imperial City. The environment is quiet and there are few cars and horses. Although no owner has lived there for many years, servants are always needed to clean it. It is lonely but clean.

Zhao Heng didn't say hello to anyone, walked directly through the courtyard and arrived at the study.

There are several bookshelves in the room, filled with books, and the desk is leaning against the window, reflecting the golden afternoon sun.

Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Heng seemed to see himself in the past, a small figure sitting behind the desk, his eyes focused, studying hard, day and night, leaving immature handwriting on every book.

Because he was born weak and unable to practice martial arts, he was often ignored and scorned. He was unwilling to accept it and could only study like crazy, hoping to gain the power to change his destiny.

"The prince showed his excellence at that time." Hu Dou seemed to understand what Zhao Heng was thinking, and seemed to recall the same scene, and couldn't help but say.

That's because when you are in a desperate situation, you can only grab every straw, no matter whether you can save your life or not... Zhao Heng looked at the room on the left side of the study. Now it was empty, without anything.

But many years ago, it was the place where I suffered, filled with furnaces, cauldrons, bottles and other things. In order to cure my congenital deficiencies and practice martial arts, I searched for magical prescriptions and tried many methods, including acupuncture and medicinal steaming. There were elixirs to cook the body, and all kinds of strange pills and decoctions. Every time, I suffered great pain, and life was worse than death. If the masters in the house had not used their inner strength to protect the heart, and there were imperial doctors on standby, I would have died long ago...

In this kind of experience, I slowly formed my ideals. After receiving the Six Paths of Healing, I moved towards my ideals step by step and found my own path.

The self that worked so hard, the self that was so unwilling, the self that suffered in that way, it was like self-abuse and I never thought of giving up and living a life of death.

Zhao Heng quietly looked at his past "self", which seemed to have turned into a clay puppet. Unknowingly, the sun set in the west and the sunset danced in the sky.

He sighed again, turned around and left Prince Wei's Mansion, heading towards the imperial city.

Since the surrender of the Jin Dynasty, the imperial city of Shendu has been divided into two parts, one side is reserved for the Zhao family, and the other side is used as a stay-at-home residence.

As soon as they approached the stay-at-home residence, a middle-aged man with gray hair came out and said:

"Qian Qian stayed in the capital of the gods to pay homage to King Jin."

"Qian Qian?" Zhao Heng looked at the grandmaster and felt that he sounded familiar.

Qian Qian smiled and said: "Because of Yuanhuang Immortal Lord, the name of his humble position is often mentioned by the world."

"It's you!" Zhao Heng nodded, remembering who it was.

It is said that when Xiao Meng first entered the capital of the gods, he lived in Antai Tower. Qian Qian, a master of the martial arts school "Heaven and Man", challenged him at night and was defeated with one sword. However, he was reminded that "the road is at his feet". After that, he had a profound enlightenment. , defeated the inner demons, left the city of God, measured his own path step by step, and was finally promoted to perfection. He is now a grandmaster and became a stayer in the city of God two years ago.

After a few words of greeting, Qian Qian led them inside. There were many palaces and palaces around, filled with Zhao Heng's familiar sights and memories of the past.

"Qian Liushou, alone touches the scene and feels emotional, and wants to walk around in Liushou Mansion." Zhao Heng said.

Qian Qian did not refuse and said with a smile: "Your Highness is welcome."

After saying thank you, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou walked towards the depths of the Liushou Mansion. It was already dark, the palace was quiet, and the cool breeze was chilly.

Slowly walking in the slightly cold palace, Zhao Heng fell into a long silence. Hu Dou did not dare to say anything and stayed with him quietly.

Unconsciously, they stopped in front of a palace, which was filled with gloom and cold.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, exhaled, and said via voice transmission:

"After surrendering to the Great Zhou Dynasty, King Qin did not go north and tried a breakthrough again. Unfortunately, it failed. The foundation was damaged and it was difficult to make up for it, so he died in depression."

King Qin once made such a powerless and desperate struggle.

Hu Dou suddenly felt depressed and didn't know how to answer. He followed Zhao Heng into the palace.

As soon as they opened the door, their eyes lit up at the same time, because facing them inside the palace stood a man in a wide robe and long sleeves, with black hair and a wooden hairpin, looking out the window at the cold and bright moon with ease.

"Magic!" Zhao Heng blurted out.

Han Guang turned around leisurely, looked at him with a smile and said:

"I'll wait until you come back after all."

I was originally going to talk about Chapter 3 tomorrow, but some things have to be postponed for one day.