Reflect the world

Chapter 143 Drunken Life, Dreaming of Death (Part [-])

Tang Xuanming, who was listening attentively, was taken aback for a moment, but the crisp baby voice of the last sentence made him a little unresponsive.

But his divine thoughts instinctively descended along that voice. A seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a crock full of animal milk and looking at the void. The tree stump stood there, if not for a tender green willow branch fluttering in the wind, Tang Xuanming would have thought that willow tree was dead.

But at the moment when Tang Xuanming's spirit was concentrated, the willow branch fluttering in the wind suddenly turned around, as if he felt Tang Xuanming's presence.

This made him shiver, and then he figured out what kind of world this place represented.

"This is the world of Emperor Huangtian!"

He withdrew from here without hesitation, not wanting to dip into this muddy water for the time being, but secretly kept this divine thought in his heart.

"Damn it, how did I see this world? How could such a world be accessible to me? I shouldn't be able to capture it?"

Tang Xuanming was not surprised at the first moment, but frightened.

The swaying willow tree and the child who was only seven or eight years old cast a certain shadow on him.

What followed was another huge surprise.

"That wish is not difficult to realize, it can be realized very easily, and it is also very good to get the help of Emperor Huangtian and let him walk out of the village and give me some ancient relics."

Secretly keeping that thought in his heart, Tang Xuanming had no intention of going down.

There are too many hooks in that world, and there are even characters who can see through the past and the future. It is too uncomfortable for him to run over.

If he is not strong enough to be able to cheat, he is determined not to go to that world.

"Next time you go to the wilderness, remember to collect some animal milk, and see if you can give it to that child when you have a chance."

"If you can get something from that child, it's definitely not a loss."

Once confirmed, Tang Xuanming no longer paid attention to that world, but was a little curious, why did he connect to this world?Hearing the prayer of the young Huangtian Emperor.

"Could it be because of the cage of the Eight Realms of the Lower Realm where Emperor Huangtian is currently? With the overall strength there, can I barely communicate?"

After much deliberation, there was only one explanation. Tang Xuanming didn't know too much about the altar, so he could only keep it in his heart.

After such a stimulus, Tang Xuanming couldn't help but change his original thoughts. It was the burnt willow stump that really stimulated him: "Instead of going to those higher worlds and taking greater dangers, and not I must be able to get the corresponding rewards, why not take the initiative to choose some low-level worlds, and with my strength, I can get more."

As soon as this idea came out, it quickly took root and sprouted, and it became stronger and stronger.

"Going to those so-called advanced worlds that I can capture with my divine sense is extremely dangerous, but I may not be able to get corresponding rewards."

"I already have a top-notch cultivation method. The Ant Emperor's method is definitely stronger than many cultivation methods in the advanced world."

"Excluding the method of practice in the advanced world, it is the top treasure, but with my current strength, it is impossible to obtain those treasures."

"Instead of going to a higher world to fight desperately, where the effort and gain are not proportional, it is better to stay in the lower world and rise in the shortest possible time."

Tang Xuanming couldn't restrain his excitement when he thought of the dragon spirit of the first emperor in the world of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty.

The world of low martial arts does not mean that it is low. There are also many things with unlimited potential, but they are usually difficult to be noticed.

And Tang Xuanming is the one who can see the treasure.

Thinking of this, he calmed down and turned to capture another extremely clear voice.

"Jingkang is ashamed, still unrepentant, distraught and indignant, unable to return to heaven, pray to God to protect me, Great Song, and destroy those wolfish and ambitious barbarians in Mongolia!"

His divine sense dropped rapidly, and soon he saw a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe standing in the majestic and heavy palace.

As the fifth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun had a bad reputation in history.

In the first half of his life, he worked hard to govern the second half of his life, but indulged in wine and sex, mediocrity and inaction, and reused treacherous officials like Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao.

And now, while indulging in wine and sex, he will also mourn the extravagant atmosphere of the Southern Song Dynasty. Taking advantage of the wine, he sighs in the imperial garden, revealing his ambition rarely.

It is difficult to return to the great Song Dynasty, emphasizing literature and suppressing military affairs. This is the national policy of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is the tradition that Zhao Kuangyin established the country without righteousness.

After four generations of inheritance, various legal systems have been quite perfect, and the power of civil officials is rampant. Even if he is the emperor of the Song Dynasty, there is no way to change this.

The efforts of the first half of my life have been in vain, but the general situation of the world has changed suddenly.

Genghis Khan, who made Mongolia invincible in the world, died in 1227. The enemies of Mongolia rejoiced, but the descendants of Genghis Khan were even more chilling, stronger and more terrifying than his ancestors.

The nation built on horseback is a greedy wolf, constantly tearing off the delicious fat from the Central Plains.

Craftsmen who were not valued in the Central Plains in the Southern Song Dynasty were regarded as treasures by Mongolia. Those craftsmen allowed Mongolian cavalry to have sharper arrows, bows, gunpowder, and cannons.

Gunpowder, which was used as fireworks in the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty, has indeed become a fearsome weapon in the hands of the Mongols.

In 1234 A.D., it joined forces with Mongolia to destroy the Song Dynasty's confidant, which greatly troubled the Kingdom of Jin, but now it seems that it has become a big failure.

The evil neighbor around him was indeed dead, but it attracted a more powerful hungry wolf.

Rather than saying that the Kingdom of Jin perished under the cooperation of Mongolia and the Song Dynasty, it is better to say that Mongolia was the main force, and the Song Dynasty was more soy sauce.

While the power of civil servants reached its peak, military officials were suppressed to the point of collapse, the wealth accumulation of the imperial court reached its peak, but the army became weaker and weaker, like a dying fish.

If it weren't for the greedy and terrifying Mongolia that surrounded it, this dying fish would have been disembowelled by the civil servants, taken out and cooked, and happily enjoyed the delicious food.

Song Lizong didn't want to see this desperate situation, but he saw it for real, and there was no way to avoid it. The hard work of the first half of his life could not be changed, so it would be better to be drunk and dream of death.

Only in the middle of the night when there is no one around, would I wake up in the middle of the night and sigh with regret, weeping alone, saying: "Jingkang is ashamed, still unrepented, distraught and indignant, unable to return to heaven, pray to God to protect me, Great Song, and destroy the Mongols. A pack of wolves, barbarians with ambitions!"

This is just a whisper in a dream at midnight, and when it dawns again, all these rhetoric will be left behind by him, and he will continue to live and dream.

But this time it was not as peaceful as usual, he heard a majestic and heavy voice from the void: "As you wish!"

In awe, he saw a scene he would never forget.

(End of this chapter)