Reflect the world

Chapter 149 Xiangyang - Divine Sculpture (Part [-])
"Then I don't have... a chance?"

Zhao Yun was a little unwilling.

Tang Xuanming put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and said: "It is also possible to become a god with the belief of incense. Isn't your ancestor Zhao Kuangyin a god?"

"This...that means, I can do it too?"

Zhao Yun's face was full of surprises. At this time, there was no eunuch and maid by his side. It was impossible for them to hear such news.

"He can, but you may not. I don't see many emperors in the Heavenly Court. Zhao Kuangyin is one, and Li Shimin is one. The other emperors don't seem to have a deep impression."

Tang Xuanming began to talk nonsense, without even taking a breath, and he has become more and more accustomed to this rhythm.

When it comes to legends of gods and demons, local customs and customs, we will learn from the similarly perfect, prehistoric system in later novels. When it comes to the ancestor of the blood sea, Zhao Yun's face turns pale with horror.

Speaking of the opening of the Zixiao Palace and Hongjun preaching to the world, the excited Zhao Yun trembled all over.

Tang Xuanming didn't point it out, he just gave a hammer to the east and a hammer to the west, deliberately not pulling out the whole system to finish the lecture, just talking about some exciting things.

Zhao Yun's heart was beating wildly and his face was flushed with excitement.

"Does the heavenly man want to stay in the court for a few more days and see the civil and military officials?"

Zhao Yun asked cautiously, but Tang Xuanming smiled disdainfully: "There is no one in civil and military affairs in the Manchu Dynasty, so what's the use of seeing it?"

Seeing that Zhao Yun had been fooled by him for a moment, almost treating his words as a myth, Tang Xuanming said indifferently: "The key to becoming a god lies in the north."

"Oh! Where is the road to immortality?"

Zhao Yun was less excited in the first half of his life than he is now. He stared at Tang Xuanming with fiery eyes and asked Tang Xuanming for an answer.

"Is it a god or not?" Seeing Zhao Yun's confused face, Tang Xuanming paused and said, "Forget it, I told you the difference between immortals and gods, and you don't understand. You know that you can live forever and see forever." Enough."

Zhao Yun nodded ignorantly, his heart was beating very hard.

But I heard Tang Xuanming say there: "When I came down to the mortal world, your ancestor Zhao Kuangyin gave me a nine-day ten-earth demon-dispelling god shuttle, so I just gave you a few words. When you go to heaven in the future, you must remember your ancestor's kindness."

Zhao Yun was grateful from the bottom of his heart, and he had infinite admiration for the ancestor who had only heard of the name but never seen it.

"Thank you, Great Emperor, for your kindness!"

He bowed to Tang Xuanming, most of the doubts in his heart had been resolved.

Tang Xuanming's face was cold, as if he didn't know the world at all, and said: "Don't be too busy thanking, whether you can really succeed is not sure, just do your best to know the destiny, otherwise I won't give you the inner alchemy of the poisonous dragon. "

Zhao Yun's heart seemed to be on a roller coaster. Hearing so many amazing news at once, he couldn't digest it in a short time.

He felt a little parched, and said dryly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Tang Xuanming stood in the imperial palace with carved railings and jade, but looked at the cloudy grassland in the north, put one hand on the railing, and said meaningfully: "How can the northern demon wolf be so easy to destroy."

Zhao Yun felt that he had come into contact with a mysterious and unpredictable world and was still digesting it.

Tang Xuanming suddenly turned his head, strode towards the restless eunuch in the distance, and when he passed by Zhao Yun, he whispered: "Heaven is not as peaceful as you imagined."

After decades of ups and downs in the political arena, Zhao Yun thought of a lot in an instant, thinking of the vicious methods of those old immortals in the court.

All kinds of intrigues are jaw-dropping, even though he sits on the dragon chair most of the time, he is confused and can't see clearly.

And the Heavenly Court—the residence of the legendary gods, where countless talents gather, and the gathering of all kinds of dark methods will also be terrifying.

He was still thinking, Tang Xuanming had already ordered the eunuch who led the way: "Take me out, I'm going to Xiangyang."

The old eunuch took a look at Zhao Yun and was still thinking about it. He didn't dare to refuse Tang Xuanming's request. He lowered his head and walked ahead, leading the way with small steps.

The corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth curved slightly. The reason why he told Zhao Yun so much that he didn't worry about flaws was not only that later generations had already compiled the novels of the prehistoric system, but another important reason was such things as immortality and immortality. The secret can only be hidden in Zhao Yun's heart forever, the more he knows, the less he will ask those smart people.

He will only silently use his method to investigate and search for it.

This kind of thing cannot be said in words.

Many of Honghuang's mythological systems are woven based on ancient historical classics, and some specious truths mentioned by Tang Xuanming are enough for the emperor Zhao Yun to ponder for a year and a half.

Although the so-called Flood Dragon Neidan is fake, its ability is real.

With the vigor and blood of the gray-spotted serpent comparable to that of a wolf, it can indeed make Zhao Yun, the emperor, live a long life, and the golden spear will not fall.

From this point of view, Zhao Yun did not lose much.

Even Tang Xuanming needed to disintegrate the huge Mongolian country and continue the national fortune for the Song Dynasty. From this point of view, Zhao Yun made too much money.

……

Xiangyang has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times, and now the war between Mongolia and the Song Dynasty is imminent, so the geographical location is even more important.

The Song Dynasty is already fatuous and old. The Song Dynasty's policy states that at any time when marching or fighting, there must be a civil servant as the chief general.

These civil servants who have never been in a war can only talk about war on paper, talking about the ancient and modern art of war.

But when it comes to marching and fighting, it is not much better than Zhao Kuo who talks about soldiers on paper.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and if you hesitate a little, you will fall into a catastrophe.

However, these civil servants never go to the battlefield, they only command from behind, and they often operate like a tiger in a single meal. When they are complacent, the tens of thousands of troops all become prisoners of the opposite side.

He had no choice but to flee back in a hurry, but the national policy of the Great Song Dynasty was not to kill literati.

No matter what kind of coquettish manipulations the literati have, they will never die in the end. Yu Fenghuaxueyue.

It's just pity for those generals. Someone always takes the blame for the failure of the war, and every time they are the ones who take the blame, they kill batch after batch.

The last bit of blood and courage in Da Song was exhausted.

Moreover, the huge city of Xiangyang was garrisoned by a man from the world like Guo Jing, and now the lord of the city, suffering from invincible soldiers, asked the court for help many times to no avail. Many martial arts heroes can help him jointly resist the Mongolian invasion.

For people in the Jianghu, this is a supreme honor, but for the entire Great Song Dynasty Hall, this is a great irony and sadness.

(End of this chapter)