After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Heng slowly walked to the window, bathed in the clear light, and looked up at the cold moon, his heart was both bleak and confused.

Although I am now the heir of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the power of sentient beings shared by me is still better than when I was the emperor in the south, I am afraid that there will be no hope for the highest throne in my lifetime. First, Gao Lan is at the peak of the celestial immortal, only one step away from the legend, and the realm in the future is unlimited. Unless there is a change, the life span will last longer and I will never be able to wait. Second, even if there is an accident, Gao Lan's middle road will collapse and the one who ascends to the great treasure will not be himself, nor even Xiao Meng, who is ranked first. At that time, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty could only choose the new master of the Human Emperor Sword!

And the Human Emperor Sword recognizes the master, and I don’t think there will be a miracle.

Therefore, all of your past ambitions and wishes can only be the mirror and the moon. Without these, what is the point of occupying a place and sharing the power of all living beings?

Just a trance!

Should we completely give up the past and seek a new path?

But where is the future?

Zhao Heng asked himself over and over again, but there was no answer.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he saw Leng Yue sinking, an inexplicable thought suddenly arose in his heart:

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

As soon as this thought came to his heart, he suddenly felt a strong sense of homesickness. The place that carried his life in the past few decades was like a picture scroll, flashing in his mind: palaces, palaces, palaces, Wei’s palaces, and streets and alleys...

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

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

After making a decision, just as it was clear, Zhao Heng entered Changle Palace and asked to see Gao Lan. He said that he had been away for many years and suddenly had a homeland and wanted to return to his god to worship his ancestors.

Gao Lan looked at him with a deep and unobstructed look, and nodded in agreement without asking any more questions.

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It is noon, and thousands of sails over the canal cover the sun, and hundreds of boats compete for the current, making a lively and prosperous scene.

The gods stood on the riverside, as huge as ancient giant beasts, majestic and profound. Houses were built along both sides of the canal, lined up, noisy and vivid.

"The gods are still so grand..." The eunuch Hu Dou stood at the bow of the ship, one step behind Zhao Heng. He looked at the familiar scene and couldn't help but sigh, "You really have a tiger occupies a dragon's plate, and you're so angry that you can swallow the world."

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

At that time, gods were the center of the world, better than Changle. Tens of thousands of merchants came to worship, aristocratic families gathered, and the real aura was swallowed up by the emperor's stars, and the majesty of the kingly way made the strong masters dare not cause trouble at will.

Although the current situation is here, the energy has disappeared!

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

He is a great master, and it is impossible to find someone to protect him when he goes out, so he just takes the eunuch Hu Dou who always follows him and goes south in a low-key manner.

After entering the capital of God, Zhao Heng paused for a brief pause and chose the direction. Instead of heading to the inner city, he became more and more remote.

"Prince, is this going?" Hu Dou found that the scenery became more and more familiar, and his heart moved and asked.

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

While speaking, a garden with a vast area appeared in front of him. The flowers competed for beauty and auspicious trees formed a forest. The river that ran through the Shendu was winding and revolving here, with its full beauty and beauty.

"Yulinyuan..." Hu Dou whispered the name of the garden.

This royal garden is known to the world because of the Qionghua Banquet held here. At the banquet, the Yuan Emperor Demon Emperor and other world-renowned figures were either shining or emerging, and wrote a brilliant page in history.

But for the God Capital Zhao, what is unforgettable is the hope and disappointment carried by the Qionghua Banquet.

As the escape light flashed, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou entered Yulin Garden, and saw that many twisted rivers had diverted, leaving obvious traces. A large lake was sparkling, and desolate scenery such as cracks could be seen around.

Zhao Heng paced slowly and carefully looked at the traces. His heart was filled with mixed feelings. Their appearance ruined the last chance of the Zhao family in the Shendu!

At that time, I didn't feel that I could see more and more thoroughly in recent years. If the Qionghua Banquet was truly arranged at that time, Han Guang, the "Heaven Emperor" without "myth", and there was no mysterious figure who amplified the catastrophe thunder, Zhao would have the Dharma Body Characters to suppress, balance the situation, and catch up with the subsequent changes.

It is not that with the Dharma body, you can compete with Gao Lan, but with the Dharma body, you have enough value. Da Jin, which occupies such a broad territory in the real world, has no worries about not having big figures to win over and lay out, so you can gradually grow and compete with Gao Lan.

Unfortunately, the God Capital Zhao missed this best and last chance, and it is irreversible today.

"How great would it be if I could really go back to the past and rewrite this history..." Zhao Heng closed his eyes and breathed the breeze by the river. The Qionghua banquet was flowing in his heart one by one.

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

Hu Dou next to him left his hometown and was a guest in another place, and was deeply moved, and he sighed at this time.

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

"Go home."

The Wei Palace is located in Duozi Lane near the imperial city. It has a quiet environment and sparse carriages and horses. Although there is no owner inhabited for many years, it is always necessary to clean the servants and servants, lonely but clean.

Zhao Heng did not say hello to anyone, and went straight through the courtyard and arrived at the study.

There are several bookshelves in the room, filled with books, and the tables are leaning against the window, reflecting the Jinyang in the afternoon.

Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Heng seemed to see himself. His small figure sat behind the desk, his eyes focused, he studied hard, and he left his tender handwriting on every book.

Because I am born weak and unable to practice martial arts, I am often ignored and contemptuous, and I am unwilling to accept it, so I can only study like crazy, hoping to gain the power to change my destiny.

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

That's because when he was in a desperate situation, he could only grasp every straw, regardless of whether he could save his life... Zhao Heng looked at the room on the left side of the study. Now it was empty and nothing was happening.

But many years ago, it was my own place of suffering, filled with furnaces, cauldrons, bottles, and other objects. In order to cure congenital deficiencies and to practice martial arts, I searched for the prescriptions of miraculous medicines and tried many methods, including acupuncture, steaming medicine, boiling the body with elixir, and various strange pills and decoctions. I suffered great pain every time, and life was worse than death. If it weren’t for the masters in the mansion to protect their hearts with internal strength and the imperial doctor was on standby, I would have died a long time ago...

In this experience, I gradually formed my ambitions. After receiving the treatment of the Six Paths, I moved forward step by step towards my ideals and had my own path.

I am so hardworking, so unwilling to accept myself, and so tormenting myself, and I have never thought of giving up and living my life undyingly.

Zhao Heng quietly looked at his previous "self" and seemed to have become a mud carved puppet. Before he knew it, the sun sets westward and the sunset dances in the sky.

He sighed again, turned around and left the Wei Palace, and walked towards the imperial city.

After the Dajin surrender, the Shendu Imperial City was already two parts, leaving it to the Zhao family while serving as a left-behind mansion.

As soon as they approached the left-behind mansion, a middle-aged man with gray hair came out and bowed:

"The gods stayed behind Qian Qian to pay homage to King Jin."

"Qian Qian?" Zhao Heng looked at the master and felt familiar.

Qian Qianxiao said: "Because of the Immortal Emperor Yuan, the name of a low-ranking position is often praised by the world."

"It's you!" Zhao Heng nodded and remembered who it was.

It is said that when Xiao Meng first entered the Shendu, he lived in Antai Tower. Qian Qian, a master of the martial arts school, challenged at night and was defeated with one sword, but was mentioned with a word "the road is at your feet". After that, he realized his enlightenment, defeated the inner demon, left the Shendu, measured his own path step by step, and was finally promoted perfectly. Now he is a master, and two years ago he became a stay in the Shendu.

After a few greetings, Qian Qian led them into the room. There were many palaces and pavilions around him, full of familiar scenes and memories of the past.

"Qian Zuoguan, I am alone and I feel in love with the scene. I want to walk around in the Liukou Mansion." Zhao Heng said.

Qian Qian did not refuse and smiled and said, "Your Highness is free."

After saying thank you, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou walked towards the depths of the left-behind mansion. At this time, the night was already dark, the palace locks were quiet, and the cool breeze was terrifying.

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

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

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, breathed, and sent a message to Hu Dou:

"After surrendering to the Great Zhou Dynasty, the King of Qin did not go north and tried another breakthrough. Unfortunately, he failed and his foundation was damaged and it was difficult to make up for it. He died of depression here."

The King of Qin once made such a powerless and desperate struggle.

Hu Dou suddenly felt depressed and didn't know how to answer, so he stepped into the palace with Zhao Heng.

As soon as they opened the door, their eyes lit up at the same time, because there was a man with wide robe and big sleeves standing in the inner side of the palace. His hair was black and he tied a wooden hairpin, looking at the cold moon outside the window calmly.

"Magic Master!" Zhao Heng blurted out.

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