King Zhou fluttered his sleeves and withdrew from the court. The ink marks on his face were still there. He left the Nine Golden Palaces and did not return to the Shouxian Palace. He walked along the side hall path towards the back garden. Haoran had no choice but to follow behind the emperor, saying nothing and not daring to go quietly.

Escape.

It was a warm early summer day, and peonies were blooming all over the garden. Looking around, there was an indescribable splendor and prosperity. Haoran was attracted by the sight of the blooming flowers, and felt deeply in his heart. Unexpectedly, King Zhou had stopped in front of the flower garden, and almost bumped into the emperor's back.

He quickly stopped his steps and stood still.

King Zhou said: "Why are you so melancholy? You don't look like someone who is sad for spring and sad for autumn."

Haoran just looked at the peonies in the garden competing for their beauty, shook his head and said, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand?" King Zhou mocked.

Haoran Fang was shocked to realize that he had said something rude, and he quickly apologized and said, "I have never seen this flower in full bloom in my hometown."

King Zhou nodded and asked, "What is the famous flower?"

Haoran sighed and said, "Qihe Dragon Claw."

King Zhou slowly said: "The Qihe Dragon Claw flowers are very poisonous. The skin will become red and swollen when touched. The pollen will enter the body. If the amount is small, the throat will bleed endlessly. If the amount is large, it will cause death. How many have been planted?"

Haoran did not expect that King Zhou was well-read and well versed in medicine and medicinal properties. He replied: "There are seven-united dragon claw flowers growing on human corpses everywhere, all over the mountains and fields."

While talking, King Zhou walked into the peony bush. There was a stone ground built with bricks and stones. There were several wooden frames around the square platform, with eighteen kinds of weapons on them. King Zhou picked two wooden swords and threw them to Haoran.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "Gu Pei and Fei Hu have been practicing martial arts here since they were young."

Haoran weighed the wooden sword in his hand. Although it was heavy, he could still lift it. He immediately held the sword in a flower pattern. The tip of the sword did not dare to face the emperor, and he turned away from it.

King Zhou said: "I heard that the Grand Master taught me to practice swordsmanship with Feihu. The first form is 'Submission from all directions'."

After saying that, he swept away with his sword. Haoran hurriedly raised his sword to meet him. The two swords intersected, as if he had defeated Xu. Haoran knew that the emperor was going to teach him self-defense swordsmanship, so he concentrated on remembering it. In a moment, you came and went with me, and took out more than ten moves.

Ascending to Zhongtian, Haoran was sweating profusely from practicing. Unknowingly, King Zhou had finished performing a set of sword techniques.

Haoran was very talented, and King Zhou only taught him once, and he never forgot it. The greatest satisfaction for a teacher is that the apprentice can understand with just a few words, not to mention that the two of them have the same mind. King Zhou was inspired by the teaching, and took off his nine-five dragon robes.

It was hung on the waist, and the sweat on his body was shining a little in the sun. He changed the wooden halberd and struck the side of Haoran's neck with the phoenix head.

I saw Emperor Zhou standing shirtless, strong and majestic, with half a pair of panda eyes and a big smile. He looked like a big boy who had finally found a playmate. He did not look like a faint emperor in the history books.

"Tired?" King Zhou said to him with a smile.

Haoran shook his head hurriedly. King Zhou put away the wooden spear, threw it aside, wiped his sweat, and said: "I taught a lot today. I have time to practice hard. I will perform other moves another day."

Returning to Shouxian Palace, King Zhou seemed to be enjoying himself very much. He asked Haoran to wait beside him and went to take a bath himself.

Haoran stood next to the dragon bed, with heaven and man fighting in his heart, and all kinds of emotions. Since childhood, everyone he knew and everything he did was for his own benefit. Survival was based on intrigues and deceptions. Haoran relied on luck and talent.

, only to have to survive in the troubled times thousands of years later, and to be deceived countless times, and narrowly escaped death several times, but felt that there was no friend around him, and there was never anyone truly worthy of trust and trust.

Impulsively, I want to return the country that has been in Tang for 600 years and tell the whole story about the outcome of Emperor Zhou. However, there are so many threads, where to start?

"I haven't moved for many days. My muscles and bones are sore today. I'm sweating so hard." King Zhou's voice came from behind the gauze curtain. He changed his clothes in the mirror. After a while, he changed into a clean silk robe and sat down on the golden couch.

When Haoran saw him, he was instantly embarrassed, and all his previous thoughts were thrown out the window.

The Yellow Emperor prospered the country, Leizu raised silkworms, and the silk was spun into silk. Pure silk was an extremely precious fabric in ancient times. It was as light as nothing, warm in winter and cool in summer. A very thin silk robe was draped on King Zhou, and was tied loosely with a cloth belt.

There was no clothing inside the knot, so it was as if she were naked, and the skin of her whole body could be clearly seen.

Haoran's face turned red to his ears and he looked away, not daring to look directly at King Zhou. The latter seemed to be aware of it and said with a smile: "Bring the two boxes from the wooden drawer."

Haoran did as he was told, and without waiting for the emperor's instructions, he opened a box containing several pieces of dragon's birth incense. After understanding it, he took a piece and placed it in the agarwood stove. The incense curled up, filling the room with intoxicating fragrance. Then he looked at another piece.

In one box, there was solid mutton fat of unknown use.

Over there, King Zhou said calmly: "Come here and press Master's shoulders."

After teaching a few sword skills, he shamelessly called himself a master, and Haoran couldn't help but laugh or cry. He took a small piece of ointment and spread it in the palm of his hand. King Zhou took off half of his silk robe, leaned on the bed, and asked Haoran to apply a little oil and sit down.

Pushed repeatedly on the bed.

King Zhou said in a deep voice, "I have been alone with you for the past few days, and I can often feel that you regard me as a relative. You are truly happy when you are with me. But every time the joy is not over, it turns to sadness. But when you touch the scene, you miss your parents?"

Haoran didn't expect that the emperor saw him so clearly. He was torn over and over in his mind and couldn't make a decision. King Zhou asked again: "I couldn't sleep well last night. Why did you sigh when you left?"

In an instant, Haoran's spiritual platform was clear, and he knew that King Zhou's heart was like a bright mirror, and his love for him must come from his sincerity. He felt a soreness in front of his nose, and he no longer had any fear even if he violated the laws of heaven. He finally said: "I am worried about the question of King Lishan."

The poem is blasphemous." Unconsciously, there was a bit of bitterness in the words.

King Zhou turned his head and saw Haoran stopping his hand, his eyes were red, and he smiled and said: "The emperor is also a human being, and naturally he will make mistakes. I don't know why, when I saw the statue of Nuwa, I couldn't help but have these thoughts.

."

"I'm wrong." King Zhou said calmly.

With just three words, Haoran felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness in his heart. Unfortunately, the ship was already finished. The poem you wrote had ruined himself and the country.

King Zhou said again: "The successor Xuan Feihu is here." He soon realized that Huang Feihu had been sent to Xuanyuan Tomb to investigate the fox demon, and he laughed at himself: "Forgot, forgot. Xuan Yin is ruined."

Haoran was puzzled and walked out of the gate of Shouxian Palace. A deacon heard that Yin PoBai, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, was still lying down. King Zhou was still lying down and did not look at Yin PoBai. He only ordered: "Take a few people to the Lishanwa Palace and take me."

The poems inscribed on the murals have been washed, and when someone comes out of the palace and asks about it, without saying anything, just say that I asked you to do something."

Haoran felt a shiver in his heart and his hands and feet became cold. He turned around and looked at the palace corridor in the distance. The sky was clear in the evening, but there was no sign of divine punishment. Did he change history? In the history books, the emperor Wushang wiped out the inscription of the poem.

This imperial edict was like a thunderbolt from the blue, shocking the people at a loss.

King Zhou smiled and said, "It is natural to make amends for wrongdoings. Gu is also a human being. Next March 15th, the day of Nuwa's birthday, Gu will go to worship again and apologize in front of Nuwa's throne. The emperor's words will reach heaven to hear.

Empress Nuwa is the mother of mankind, so she probably won’t mind anything about her son..."

Haoran rushed: "Your Majesty."

King Zhou smiled and said: "Does this relieve your knot?"

Haoran was surprised and happy. He was happy that the blasphemy was compensated, the haze dissipated, King Zhou was able to protect the country, and the tragedy of Lutai self-immolation would no longer happen. All he had to do was help Jiang Ziya drive Daji away, or manage to break the Qingshiyuan bag;

If you take another ten thousand steps back and stay by King Zhou's side at all times, you can protect King Zhou from being tempted.

However, what is even more surprising is that the Donghuang's warning before coming is still in his ears, not to change history, otherwise there will be a big disaster. This can easily change the number of days, and there is no thunder to kill the wrath of the sky. Is the incident of washing poems destined to happen, just a history book?

There is no record? But if he hadn't traveled through time, how could King Zhou repent and send Yin Pobai to wash the poems?

While he was in a trance, King Zhou said again: "How long do you want to stay alone?"

Haoran hurriedly put his palms on King Zhou's back, and King Zhou said: "It's settled, don't mention it to others in the future. Tell me about your hometown and your friends?"

Haoran shook his head, expelling the complicated cause and effect, time and other things, and replied: "When...where I lived, there was a magic called 'core'."

At this time, there was no longer any barrier between Haoran and the emperor, and he decided to explain his origins and life experience clearly, and said in a way that King Zhou could understand: "Nuclear is a technology that can benefit the people, and can also be used as a powerful killing weapon."

King Zhou couldn't help but wonder: "How powerful is it?"

Haoran replied: "One blast can destroy the entire Chaoge. In my homeland, there are many tribes, large and small, with many forces. Some tribes use nuclear energy to generate electricity... Generating electricity is for heating and improving the quality of life of the people. Of course it is also used as a weapon.

"

King Zhou didn't seem to understand it, but he was smart in thinking. He heard the key points as soon as he heard it, and commented: "Double-edged sword."

Haoran nodded and said: "Yes, a double-edged sword. In the struggle for various interests, selfishness blinded kindness, and nuclear war broke out, destroying the entire environment, that is..."

Haoran didn't know how to describe it, so he gestured with his hands: "When a sky thunder destroys a village, it's over, and all that is left are ruins. But after nuclear weapons destroy a place, its pollution is still there, along with the surrounding human areas tens of thousands of miles away."

Everyone will be affected. Mothers who have been irradiated will give birth to monster-like babies with such big heads, or conjoined twins..."

King Zhou turned over and looked at Haoran in disbelief, as if what he said was fabricated out of thin air, and then said: "What then?"

Haoran took King Zhou's hand, squeezed it along the emperor's arm, and said: "Monsters, monsters caused by nuclear war are everywhere. The impact of nuclear radiation will take decades, and the environment of heaven and earth can slowly eliminate them.

But you launched nuclear weapons and destroyed my city-state, so naturally I will not be outdone and will retaliate in kind."

"In this way, there were more and more nuclear bombs. In the end, the pollution accumulated to the point that it could not be eliminated for thousands of years. Human beings were cut off from fertility by radiation. No more newborns were born, and young adults died one after another. There were no flowers and no trees.

...The only plants are the alienated dragon's claw flower and Manjushahua... They cover the entire smoke-filled battlefield. Humanity has no future and no tomorrow."

King Zhou just listened without saying a word, and suddenly asked: "Such a big thing happened, all the descendants were cut off, and the gods just looked at it and didn't care? Where have Empress Nuwa, Donghuang Taiyi, and Sanqing gone?"

Haoran replied, "No matter, although only a few people worship gods, Lord Donghuang is also a god of mankind." His thoughts seemed to be cut off by a sharp knife. King Zhou's words touched a field he had never thought of. What about gods?

?The only one who sent him to find the Ten Divine Artifacts was Donghuang Taiyi. In that era when nuclear war destroyed the world, what about Nuwa, Fuxi, and Sanqing? Could it be that they all died in the nuclear war? Technology and Taoism, and the relationship between immortals

What is the inseparable relationship?

Haoran pressed the back of King Zhou's hand and said: "I just followed the order of the Eastern Emperor to find the Ten Ancient Artifacts in order to purify my home."

King Zhou asked again: "What are the names of the ten artifacts? How to purify them?" Haoran also knew little about this, shook his head and said: "I heard Master Donghuang say that the bells, swords, axes, pots, towers, harps, cauldrons, mirrors and stones, the ten artifacts gather together and resonate in harmony.

If you follow the law, you can create endless vitality of heaven and earth and dissipate the pollution caused by nuclear radiation."

Haoran added: "I... I came to the palace with selfish motives. I heard that the Xuanyuan Sword is next to the Emperor Chaoge's throne..."

King Zhou waved his hands and was silent in thought, as if he had not heard Haoran's words. After a while, he said: "Tomorrow I will issue an order to the world to search for you."

King Zhou then said, "What will you do after you find all the ten artifacts? Go home?" He looked at Haoran as he spoke.

Haoran only felt that there was an unspeakable meaning in the emperor's eyes, and he was speechless and could not say a word. His palms met with those of King Zhou. King Zhou's heart moved, and he tightened his fingers. They interlocked their fingers and said slowly: "

I have found the ten artifacts for you, take them back with you, and come back to Chaoge when you are done."

Haoran answered after a long time: "Yes."

King Zhou took Haoran's hand, pressed his palm on his left chest, closed his eyes, relaxed his hand, and stopped talking. Haoran immediately understood that behind the emperor's silence was an irrevocable promise.
To be continued...