An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 186 The Thief Who Steals the Nation!

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Zhaodu.

Heaven prays to the mountain behind the gate.

The Tianqi Tomb, as the name suggests, is a cemetery dedicated to burials of the high priests of the Tianqi Gate who believed in Shinto.

At this moment, in Tianqimen, the pinnacle of the three major powers in the Imperial Capital, at the most majestic and heavily guarded Tomb of Tianqi, an old man in purple gold and broken jade clothes held the hilt of his waist with his left hand and walked away. In front of the tombstones in the main hall, you can enjoy the scenery like walking in the back garden of your own home, leisurely and elegant.

The old man was none other than Marquis Zhuxi of Pingjiang. At this moment, he was looking up at a tomb inscribed in front of him, carefully reading the glorious deeds of an unknown high priest.

After turning around for a while, until the outer door opened slightly, Zhu Xi cheered up and smiled.

"You are finally here, High Priest, but let me wait a long time. If you are a little later, you will be able to memorize the sages of the Qimen today!"

The skinny old man, the high priest, looked at Zhu Xi with a gloomy face and no expression on his face, and said, "Being able to know the sages of Tianqimen is the blessing you have cultivated for hundreds of generations, and it is a gift to you!"

Zhu Xi laughed and looked at him mockingly: "High Priest, High Priest, you fool the court and the common people all day long, why did you fool yourself into it!"

"This is the Tianqi Tomb, the most heavily guarded place in your Tianqi Gate. Even if your disciples can't come in without your order, why are you pretending?"

"Boasting about believing in an illusory god, Shinto all day long, compiling all kinds of speeches, and acting for most of your life, are you... tired?"

The high priest couldn't control it anymore, Zhu Xi's words seemed to pierce his heart, tearing off all the masks, his pale chicken-skinned cheeks trembled slightly,

The high priest suddenly shouted, "Enough!"

"Zhuxi, if it weren't for you, a traitorous official, I would still be Tianqimen, and the divine way would still be Suchuan's divine way."

Zhu Xi sneered: "I'm still pretending, a fake is a fake, even without me Zhu Xi, without me Ping Jiang Hou, there will be Zuo Jianghou and You Jianghou to expose all this!"

"Besides, I don't believe that you, an old man, have been operating in Zhaodu for so many years. After two dynasties, you will not find any clues!"

"You are still talking about righteousness to me, thief, you are just deceiving yourself!"

"You are just deceiving your own heart. The sages of Tianqimen are just a group of bridgeheads who follow the wind. Cowardice is cowardly, and you put it so noblely!"

The mocking words made the high priest seem to think of something in the past, and he glared at Zhu Xi with a vicious look, even wanting to pull out a bright yellow candle and smash it on Zhu Xi's face at any time.

Candle Rhinoceros didn't show any fear at all, and even put down the hand holding the sword around his waist, waiting for the white-haired old man to make a move, and even showed a trace of expectation on his face.

Finally, after a long time, the high priest calmed down a little, let go of his clenched fists, looked directly at Zhu Xi and said.

"I'm just reminding you, no matter what you want, I don't want the incident 17 years ago to happen again, or don't blame me, Tian Qimen, for being rude to you!"

Zhu Xi looked at the high priest and shook his head slightly, "That incident will never happen again. If it is not necessary, who is willing to kill his own subjects? Whether it is raising an army to attack other princes, or leaving it for my fief to expand Supply is a good choice.”

"But that's not impossible. If not, how can we create the ultimate divine master without experiencing thousands of failures?"

The high priest's face moved slightly, and he asked, "Did you light up the Bisheng Pillar this time, or was it the 'divine master'?"

Zhu Xi looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Are you still talking about God?"

The high priest remained silent for a while before acquiescing: "Monster!"

Zhu Xi nodded with a smile, and continued: "I have spent my whole life and killed tens of thousands of subjects before I can barely gather a little strength, but what about that girl?"

"She was born once, and once she became an adult, and she lighted up the Bishengzhu with a simple touch. Facts once again proved to us that this monster has returned."

"It's a pity that Suchuan doesn't welcome Shenzong's power!"

"Then what do you want to do?" asked the high priest.

"I've been here all along, isn't it clear enough? Why do guys like you who worship the Shinto every day always like to deceive yourself and others, anyway, let me make it clearer!" Zhu Xi smiled mockingly, and then his palm slightly Put it down, pull out the saber at your waist, and place it in front of the high priest.

"This sword is said to have been forged by Huotu, the ancestor of the Weaving Fire 500 years ago, who collected the most precious stones from Suchuan, and then offered it to Shenzong. Shenzong took it and broke through the gate of the royal family and slaughtered the entire royal family! "

"Afterwards, Shenzong took this sword and wiped out hundreds of generations. The northern wolf clan was directly wiped out because of this. It drank the blood of countless strong men!"

Zhu Xi held the sword, with a look of madness gradually appearing on his face, he said with a sly smile: "Back then, Shenzong could take this sword and take over the Yuan family, so why couldn't I?
It's just a re-evolution of history.
If Shenzong can rule the royal family of Suchuan, so can I, Marquis Pingjiang! "

The bright candles in the palace seemed to be affected by a natural evil spirit emitted from the candle rhinoceros from the inside out, and all of them tilted downward, erratically, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

After a while, Zhu Xi calmed down, sheathed the sword in her hand, and looked at the high priest waiting for an answer.

He gave the reason, the sword that can kill, and he also looked at it. The high priest should also give him a clear answer.

Although he knew that the High Priest was an idiot, this kind of idiot might turn his face at any time if he didn't completely bow his head. After all, it was just like what Zhu Xi learned about 500 years ago.

When the royal city is shattered and the royal family dies, these high priests who believe in Shinto will often be the first to come out to endorse the new king.

But in this world, this kind of divine way, from beggars to princes, is engraved in the bones, and they really can't be missing, at least, not at the beginning.

It's just a pity that Shenzong couldn't kill these priests before dying!

The high priest looked at Zhu Xi's sword and held back his mind slightly. After a long silence, he asked, "This sword inherits the will of Shenzong?"

Zhu Xi nodded and shook his head again, and said, "When I found this sword, it was just a dead piece of scrap metal!"

"But don't worry, the accident in 17 was not only for the study of the God Lord, but also for unsealing this sword! You can't even imagine how many monsters I killed with this sword!"

"At this moment, it can definitely be used against that girl!"

"Even though she may have the power of Shenzong for 500 years in the future, at least for now, that girl can only be our nourishment!"

The high priest said nothing, looked at Zhu Xi's beeping tiger eyes, and sighed slightly.

After a moment of silence, he walked through the inscriptions in the hall, skipped the names filled with previous deeds, and finally walked to the top, stopping in front of the black tablet.

The date of the contemporary high priest recorded above is already 500 years ago, and there is a slight crack in the body of the stele.

Zhu Xi looked at the high priest, "Is this what Shenzong did?"

The high priest nodded.

Zhu Xi said again: "I am the king, and I will restore all the honors of Tianqimen!"

The high priest turned around and looked at Zhu Xi: "I don't care what bullshit honor you get, I just want the descendants of Tianqimen to have the opportunity to walk their own way!"

"In the past, Tianqimen might have been weeds blowing in the wind, and when the momentum was strong, it would face that way."

"The current Tianqimen has been passed down for a long time, and it is very difficult for me to get rid of this custom!"

"But I know that you are doomed to fail, so I am willing to bet with you once. If you die, Tianqimen will be destroyed with you. If the divine way is rekindled one day, then there will be a new way of Tianqi! The way of worshiping gods!"

Zhu Xi was speechless, looking at the impassioned high priest who seemed to be doing a great thing and chose to die, he wanted to pull out his sword and stab two bloody skulls on the old guy's chest, leaving him lying on the ground dying Please disturb the people.

Instead of talking about it there, it's still so sanctimonious to do a bad thing.

It's a pity, thinking that he still has to rely on the high priest in Zhaodu, Zhu Xi held his breath, and restrained this impulse very well, and laughed heartily instead.

"For the high priest to win!"

"Congratulations to the prosperity of Shinto for ten thousand years!"

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When the high priest and Pingjiang Marquis Zhuxi conspired to command the capital,
At the same time, on the other side of the land of Suchuan, Zhuxi's lair, the feudal capital, Pingting City, in the dead of night, in the courtyard with a plaque that says Weisheng's family.

Wei Shengyan was also watching the sky, as if he wanted to see the result of his gamble from this illusory night.

Before the court ceremony, the night was getting darker and the evening breeze was slightly cool, and bright yellow incandescent lanterns were already hung on the side of the aisle, lighting up the entire Weishengjia's mansion.

It is not like daytime, but it is extremely beautiful and quiet.

The old butler was wearing extremely warm clothes and walked over slowly with a piece of clothing that matched the owner's size, "Master, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

"Oh, I see."

Staring at the starry sky, the middle-aged Wei Shengyan nodded but didn't intend to move back to the house. The housekeeper didn't dare to disturb him anymore, put the clothes in his hand on the jade table, and waited quietly beside him.

After a while, Wei Shengyan finally came back to his senses, sat on the chair next to him, picked up his clothes and put them in front of him, and asked the old housekeeper:
"How is the girl with silver makeup?"

"When I passed by just now, looking at the lights in the courtyard, it should have gone out."

"Don't be negligent. I will tell the lady in the kitchen to get up early and prepare her favorite breakfast later."

"Patriarch, you have already said this before you came here." The old butler bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

It's been a long time since I saw the Patriarch smile so easily.

Perhaps the girl with silver makeup is really the home of the Patriarch.

Wei Shengyan was taken aback for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and whispered that he was also confused, and the housekeeper smiled cooperatively.

After a while, Wei Shengyan asked again: "Tell me, how does the silver makeup girl feel about me?"

"I don't know, but I know that there is no one in Suchuan who cares more about the girl with silver makeup than you, the owner, so there is no one who is more worthy of the girl with silver makeup than you." The housekeeper replied honestly.

Wei Shengyan pondered slightly, thinking about what he had done in recent days, the merchants in Pingting opened their doors for silver makeup under his orders, eating, drinking and playing at will.

Even if she wants to do a good thing, she has to arrange it in advance to arouse her kindness from the inside out.

The old family bracelets were also sent over, and she put them on her hands and looked at them carefully.

Wei Shengyan nodded slightly, and then thought of something. After all, what the young man said left something in his heart. After a long time, he sighed slightly, not knowing whether to ask himself or the housekeeper.

"Tell me, if she awakens the power of the Yin family, what if all this is staged?"

The old housekeeper was a little surprised when he saw his master's sentimental expression, then he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Master, you once said that the world of adults is nothing more than the exchange of benefits."

"It's like this between you and the emperor in Chaodu. How come you have seen your true heart now."

Wei Shengyan patted the table, seemed a little dejected, couldn't understand his helpless state of being favored by others, and shook his head for a while: "Old thing, this is different,"

"The imperial edict is life-and-death. No matter how much I invest, it's just a random attempt. It's just a gamble. When I give it out, I'm ready to lose."

"But the matter of women and feelings is not as thorough as doing business after all. Winning or losing is out of my control."

Hearing this, the old butler looked at the lantern in his hand, as if he wanted to find his past from the bright yellow light in his hand, and after a long while he looked up at Wei Shengyan's inquiring and concerned eyes, and said.

"Patriarch, old slave, I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I still haven't figured out what love is like. I really have no way to explain it to you."

The old butler showed a trace of apology on his face, and then continued: "However, I see that although Patriarch doesn't smile much in recent days, he has smiles that he has never seen before. It seems to come from your own heart, so I still think Ah, that shouldn't be such a bad thing."

"You often say you have to trust your intuition, but your intuition is just laughing."

The old man's whispered words are particularly charming in the dead of night, and it seems to give people a shot in the arm.

Wei Shengyan laughed heartily, cursing the old thing with a smile, thanking the old man for everything that fooled people, and picking out good news for himself.

The old butler pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't speak again until the Patriarch calmed down.

"Patriarch, Marquis Pingjiang sent a message back to say about walking monsters, should we continue to do it?"

"Of course I will!"

Wei Shengyan got up, took off his warm clothes and walked towards his own room, "I have already given him the betting money for your majesty, but I am still the man of Lord Hou, and I don't rebel, how can I do what he ordered?" Why don't you do it?"

The figure in the aisle of the gazebo gradually faded away, and the voice of the middle-aged man was full of indifference: "Who is the king, and what will we do when he is in charge of Suchuan? Can you still expect those high-ranking beings to pity Ling a little like you?" Am I such a humble bug crawling on the ground?"

"This world, Dynasty, is nothing more than reincarnation again and again. Those big men, after all, look down on us ants. If they trample to death, they will trample to death."

"So, we have to live for ourselves!"

The housekeeper tidied away the jade plate and jug and other utensils left on the table. It had been a long time since the voice of the owner had been heard, and the table was clean and without a trace of water.

"There are many great people in this world, but there are more ants, so our life is too painful, especially in the city of Pingting."

"Patriarch, what can we do?"

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(End of this chapter)