The years when I created the ancient heaven

The capital of Yunzhou, Jiuquan City.

It was already late at night, and the wind blew away, sweeping away the hustle and bustle of the day, leaving only the deserted streets.

In the "ancient times" where there was no rich nightlife, people went to bed very early, and by this time, it was already late at night, and the whole city had already been plunged into darkness, even the city.

But in the center of the city, in the largest mansion, there was a study room that was still lit.

A majestic man in a bright yellow dragon robe was reviewing the memorial. He had been sitting here for a long time, so long that his face could not hide the exhaustion and fatigue.

On the side, an old eunuch dressed as an eunuch looked at the sky, and couldn't help but whispered: "Master, it's almost time, the servant should serve you to bed first?"

The majestic man raised his head when he heard the words, perhaps because his body was stiff because he hadn't moved for a long time, this movement could not help but show pain on his face.

The old eunuch hurried forward to help him, but he stopped him with a wave of his hand. He moved his body a little, and only when he was able to move without hindrance, did he read the memorial on the desk.

There, half of the memorials have been corrected, but the other half has not been moved.

After hesitating for a moment, he said: "These memorials must not be delayed, they must be approved today."

The clear voice was still steady: "In the past, maybe it wasn't possible. But now, you can!"

A person who is shrouded in fog and whose face cannot be seen clearly.

After all, apart from the human race, there are also demons and ghosts in this world.

He saw clusters of seedlings stretching against the wind in the fields all over the mountains and plains, swinging with the wind in his vision.

Although the ghost problem has not been solved yet, at least the common people in this city deserve the words 'live and work in peace and contentment'.

"Okay, just find some snacks and soup, don't make it too complicated, and don't need to call the imperial chef to make it now."

"neither!"

The old eunuch had a distressed look on his face, but looking at his master, he knew it would be useless to talk too much, so he said: "Then master, let me get you some food?"

"Could it be the butian disciple?"

But now, this image has merged with the person in front of him, superimposed together, not only the illusory conjecture of the index finger, but a real and real sight of such a person.

what?
What do you think if he doesn't want to return?
It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to, as long as Jianfuzong is willing, so his ending is destined to be a tragedy.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the old eunuch standing beside him. The old eunuch still maintained a respectful posture, but in his slightly cloudy pupils was the reflection of him correcting the memorial.

Whether it's the patrolling soldiers or the guards standing guard; whether it's the casual cultivators enshrined or the expert guards sent by the Sword Talisman Sect; There is something wrong, as if everything is the same as before.

Time moved forward, after Yunyuan Sword Master Wu Yiping led the disciples of the Xinghe Sword Sect to leave, although the Zhengyang Immortal of the Sword Fu Sect took the position, and made a move in another battle afterwards, hitting Shen Xiao Daozong and the lonely queen were caught off guard.

"Yes, that slave has gone!"

And just after he left, another army gathered under Xijing.

He is still dealing with complicated government affairs, still working hard to correct every memorial, still clearing up officials, perfecting laws, repairing water conservancy roads, and reclaiming farmland.

Although the age of sixty is already an old man in the farm family, this is a prince. The Zhao family has never lacked secret methods and spiritual objects to prolong life. Keeping a young body is fundamental.

I still want to find a way of life for every citizen, even a beggar can have something to eat.

He also saw the county magistrate who enforced the law impartially. He did not say that there was no corruption, but at least he was willing to give people a fair share.

"You said?" A clear voice came from the mist:

Of course, because many people have said this, it can be traced back to the Zhengyang Immortal, and there are many more after that.

The 60-year-old Jindan cultivator is not a genius, he can be regarded as an upper-middle talent.

For example, those villages that have not been cleaned up, and the corpses that have not been buried, are beyond the reach of the yamen or the army.

"That can only mean that I am slow and not focused enough."

This time, not only the army of Zhongzhou, but also the army of Liangzhou and Ningzhou.

However, excluding these seemingly 'beautiful' qualities, if you look closely at this person, the temples are already gray, there are silver streaks protruding from the hair, the skin is slightly loose and dull, and the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are very serious.

But he didn't!

He didn't say a word, just watched, and when the other party was about to continue working, he couldn't help but nodded.

Don't think it's nothing, a city like this, every city like this, it represents the hearts of the people, and it represents the raging public opinion.

His eyes are even more deep and sharp, as sharp as a knife, and when you look at him, you will feel a chill in your heart, quite a kind of kingly demeanor, not angry and majestic.

Seeing that the old eunuch was about to speak again, he hurriedly said: "Okay, don't talk anymore, I haven't finished what I should do, so I should work hard."

"Because you did a good job and I recognized you, so I decided to give you a great opportunity."

In truth, although the eight great immortal sects in the world have their own ideas, their interests are absolutely the same in the big picture. They will participate in the "Human Emperor" battle, but they will never allow the entire dynasty to fall apart.

"Big chance? A big chance for me to ascend to the throne of Emperor?"

But he saw everything he wanted to see, and made statistics and summaries of those who wanted to investigate in conversations, communications, and exchanges.

With this 'premature decay' appearance, it is not difficult to see that this person's life is really difficult.

——The art of great supernatural powers, "A Dream of Yellow Liang Liang"!
Still the same sentence, who said that this supernatural power cannot be used externally?
In the entire mansion, only the fourth prince, Zhao Yin, noticed something was wrong.

There was no one in the room, and he also took off his disguise. His majestic face was replaced by exhaustion. Looking at the memorials on the table, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his eyes were completely downcast.

After a while, the old eunuch came back with a snack and soup, and the man continued to correct the memorial with the snack and soup.

"Heavenly Court? Is it the Heavenly Court I know?"

The problem is, if ordinary people are faced with such a situation, they should give up on themselves long ago.

People, hopeless, always will be like this.

"Come and see you, see if you are worthy of the position of emperor."

The fourth prince resisted the urge to laugh, and said again: "Then dare to ask, which side are you from? How should you teach me?"

For a moment, the Fourth Prince Zhao Yin felt that his future was bleak and he didn't know what to do.

"The position of emperor?"

He also saw a well-developed irrigation system, Bizhi's main road, bustling streets and endless crowds, and there were not many beggars on the streets.

Now that he has made a decision, Mo Chengjun no longer hesitates, he takes out a fairy bone, and with a slight thought in his heart, a faint magic power spreads around.

"Stop tempting, I didn't intend to kill you!"

The fourth prince, Zhao Yin, couldn't help but smile wryly: "It's just a bereaved dog. It's hard to say when it will lose its head. As for the position of emperor, I don't even dare to think about it."

"The general situation is like this. I have neither the power to penetrate the sky nor the ability to cover my hands with rain. Even if I have tried my best, it is just in vain? Is it in vain?"

That was the fault of the Sword Talisman Sect!
They won the name of the eight great immortal sects in the world, but they can't afford the four words 'Yongzhen Yunzhou'.

Either drunk and dreaming, or lingering in the flowers, or letting go, or not caring...

As for the final effect, he knew it now, and after hearing a lot, he naturally became a little contemptuous.

This person is tall and strong, with strong muscles, and can even be described as a 'huggy back'.

Well, using the three words 'difficult' is an understatement. As far as Mo Chengjun knows, it can definitely be described by 'big ups and downs' and 'miserable'.

Of course, Mo Chengjun had been standing there for a long time in a corner they didn't notice.

All the depression and bewilderment disappeared from his eyes, and he became majestic and focused again.

Not to mention, he is still a Golden Core cultivator.

And those cities, those places where the rights of the fourth prince Zhao Yin can be involved, he saw that the old can be cared for, the young can be educated, the labor can be earned, and the sick can be healed.

But everything is like a "dream bubble", it is not easy to get, but it is lost faster.

Quiet, too quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat, he couldn't help but look up, and saw that there was already an extra person in front of the desk.

However, his confusion didn't last long, it was only a few dozen breaths, he regained his composure, pulled himself together, and continued to browse.

All he has done now is to take charge of Yunzhou for the next emperor, and when all the dust settles, he will have to hand over his rights.

Don't take this for granted. In such an era, it is not easy to do this.

"The heaven and the earth are all in one force, and the hero is not free when transported away."

As for Zhao Yin, in a certain period of time, he was only one step away from the position of 'Human Emperor', almost at his fingertips.

But the problem is that Sword Talisman Sect is not Xinghe Sword Sect after all. It doesn't have such a strong background, and it lacks the courage to give it a go.

The mist seemed to exist, to be invisible, to be illusory, and wherever it passed, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, but nothing changed.

Therefore, this time, Xijing failed to defend, and the fourth prince Zhao Yin was defeated and fled back to Yunzhou.

This time, not only the masters of the Shenxiao Dao Sect, but also the Dafo Temple and the Taishang Dao Sect also participated.

As a result, somehow a faint mist spread throughout the mansion.

Therefore, the default rule of the game is that any prince who can break into the capital of God will naturally ascend to the throne and become the new emperor.

The old eunuch left quietly, leaving only the man in the room, the candle flickered and danced, making crackling noises from time to time, but when he picked up another memorial, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he couldn't see it. .

"why?"

However, he touched the switch, but there was no sound, and it was still so quiet that it was chilling.

They just took over Yunzhou, and they didn't want to expand the territory, not to support the emperor, but to stabilize, and stability prevailed over everything.

Among them, some want to become an official, some are secret sons of unknown sects, some even come from other continents, and some are purely 'rare goods to live in'.

After that battle, Shenxiao Daozong suffered a great loss, but they didn't even send any immortal to come here to make a theory. They used more insidious tricks, only poking at the weak spots, and targeting the contradiction in Yunzhou.

But this one in front of him actually looks like an old man.

"I want to know who sent you to kill me? Zhao's royal family? Shenxiao Sect? Sword Talisman Sect? Or something else?"

However, the person's next sentence cheered him up 12 points, because the person said: "I came from the heaven!"

It wasn't until he saw these clearly that Mo Chengjun recognized Xinghe Jianzong's choice, and he also recognized the fourth prince Zhao Yin in front of him.

Why do you think the Immortal Zhengyang went to Xijing, sneaked back secretly, and led his disciples to level a ghost cave?
Why do you think he did it, but failed to stick to it?
He didn't know the reason why he gave up halfway, why only one ghost cave was leveled, and there was no movement behind it?
He, if he can't show the belief and courage of Xinghe Jianzong, he can only be restrained everywhere.

There was a flash of shock in his eyes, and he almost instinctively touched the organ and the magic circle at his feet, neither of which was a complicated thing, but it would make a piercing scream, which could startle everyone.

This weird scene made his hairs stand on end, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure, and said, "Can I say a few words?"

"Then you are this time?"

If those rumors could have the power of the Blue Star network in the previous life, they would probably be scolded to death by those casual cultivators.

"But master, you have been busy for two full hours. If you finish all the approvals, you won't be able to sleep again this night."

These days, Mo Chengjun seemed to be casually walking through the cities without doing anything.

Why do you say 'again'?

For this one, he has never met a real person, but he has heard a lot about him. He also said that he loves the people like a son, and also that he has a cruel temper and a bloodthirsty temperament. There are many versions and stories. An image was sketched in his mind.

On the contrary, although the Ghost Spirit Sect is challenging the authority of the Sword Talisman Sect, it has the support of casual cultivators. Their reputation is much stronger than that of the Sword Talisman Sect.

To this day, he is still the lord of Yunzhou, controlling the military and political power of Yunzhou, but everyone knows that he is just the sun in the evening—the setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is only near dusk.

"I believe that there will be no second heaven in this great world.

As for how my Heavenly Court can help you? "

Saying so, the visitor stretched out his finger, and saw a purple jade plaque fly out and land in front of the Fourth Prince, spinning endlessly.

"Take it, and let me take you to heaven!"

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