With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 135 Uninvited Guest

"No~"

The sun sets outside the window, illuminating the Tiandu Peak in layers, making it a beautiful scene.

I haven’t seen such a scenery for a long time, but I still feel some indescribable nostalgia.

Woke up from sleep and stretched.

Li Zhen sat in front of the window and did not move for a long time.

He almost forgot how long it had been since he had slept so peacefully.

Perhaps, only in this Chuixiang Tower.

Only in the place he is most familiar with can he have such an experience.

His eyes dropped and he glanced around the empty courtyard.

The good mood I had just woken up dissipated a little.

I thought it would be great if the outside could be cleaner.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be avoided.

Then he got up and walked outside.

I met Sanhua who was lazily walking back after finishing her fun somewhere.

Not seeing him for many years, this little thing seemed to be no stranger to him.

He rubbed his feet as if saying hello.

Then she jumped onto his bed very skillfully and lay there watching the sunset outside the window.

Li Zhen was speechless.

It seems that during his absence, this little thing has regarded this place as its territory.

He shook his head and chuckled, not paying attention.

He walked slowly downstairs and casually opened the door of Chuixiang Tower.

In the wind and snow in the cold winter months.

The emperor of Zhou Dynasty, the master of the world.

Just stood there, waiting quietly.

The moment the door opens, it starts from subtle to the crack of the door that suddenly opens up.

Two different eyes met directly.

One is calm and indifferent, the other is majestic.

It was different from the one on the other side who had a faint look from a superior person.

Li Zhen just looked at Zhao Ping calmly.

God has given him seventeen years.

That was the first time Li Zhen met him.

He looks six or seven years old, thin, small, and timid.

In the blink of an eye, Jingming has experienced heavenly teachings, magical powers, and now he is now.

Nearly thirty years have passed.

When we met again, he had lost all immaturity.

He turned into what an emperor should look like.

It's a pity that he is no longer the young man who hooked up with him and begged to learn martial arts.

In the long course of time, everything will eventually change.

"I have met His Majesty."

Li Zhen said softly:

"It's Pindao's fault for keeping His Majesty waiting for so long."

He picked up his hands that he had not used for a long time and saluted Zhao Ping.

Under the deep gaze, Zhao Ping finally staggered at the last moment.

"The Taoist Master was my teacher when I was young."

"Where in the world can any teacher salute his disciples?"

Zhao Ping didn't accept it and said this:

"Besides, it is the right thing for a disciple to wait for his master. The master does not need to blame himself."

Li Zhen said nothing for a while.

As his thoughts were flowing, he understood the meaning of his words.

My childhood teacher!

Yes, but it was only when I was young.

But it was the emperor Zhao Ping who reminded him to understand his identity.

Don't do anything outrageous.

Lest when the time comes, even this remaining affection will be worn away.

And what else is there that deserves such urgent reminder from His Majesty the Emperor?

It's nothing more than the dismissal of the third division.

After understanding this, Li Zhen became calmer and calmer.

In silence, he shifted his body:

"Your Majesty, please."

There was nothing in the room, just layers of bookshelves and tables and chairs piled with books.

Zhao Ping didn't care, followed Li Zhen in and sat down casually.

Eunuch Yu subconsciously wanted to follow.

However, he was looked at by Ziran's calm and somewhat indifferent eyes and stopped outside the door.

"Damn it, everyone in this building is all the same!"

"It's really weird!"

Thinking of Li Zhen, who had never even looked at him just now.

Eunuch Yu didn't force his way in, he just lowered his head and muttered in his heart.

Creak~ The door closes.

Li Zhen has always been curious about one thing.

That is the mysterious and mysterious thing of national destiny.

Whether it is like incense or not is a kind of inspiration between heaven and earth.

There was no chance to verify it before, but now it seems that the opportunity has come.

He silently opened his mind and observed Zhao Ping.

In his sight, a layer of bright yellow light shrouded Zhao Ping's body.

Upright and bright, Xuanhe.

It seems to be able to drive away all evil spirits and filth.

And the place with the strongest energy on his body turned out to be the jade jade hanging on his waist.

With a startling glance, a handwriting similar to the word "Shou" was recorded in my heart.

Li Zhen withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

He casually echoed Zhao Ping's words.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with him rushing to see Li Zhen.

Just a self-righteous knock.

And, asked some irrelevant things.

For example:

How is the scenery outside the Great Wall? Are the barbarians there still safe?

What about the three northwest states? Are they really that chaotic?

I also saw how the people were living. Is it better?

Although there is no mention of Emperor Shengwu.

But Li Zhen could feel that Zhao Ping was hinting at every question.

Implying that what he did as an emperor was better than that of Emperor Shengwu.

Li Zhen has nothing to hide and tells the truth.

Zhao Ping looked a little unhappy, obviously he didn't believe it.

But Li Zhen still saved some face for him.

There is no saying that Da Zhou can be what he is now, thanks to the excellent matching mechanism around him.

Otherwise, if the grassland is replaced by another khan, the people in the north and east of the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely suffer.

Get over this topic that makes both of you a little uncomfortable.

The rest is nothing.

It's like reminiscing about old times, but not so familiar.

With some polite detachment.

Soon, this somewhat boring conversation ended.

And after Zhao Ping left.

Looking at the messy table, Li Zhen pointed at nature and sighed:

"You, why did you make the desk so messy?"

"Let's tidy it up, how can this look like a meeting with others?"

Naturally, he didn't speak, just pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Li Zhen shook his head, feeling helpless towards her.

Then he went upstairs again.

He was ready to take another nap.

Grandmaster Li, who has been traveling in Beijing for many years, finally returned to Beijing!

I don’t know which boring person broke the news.

This has caused an increase in the number of people visiting Xianming Mountain recently.

But few people dared to approach Chuixiang Tower.

After all, carefully count the people who come and go here.

They are all incredibly expensive.

Their status is not qualified enough.

But I'm here now, even though I can't get into the Chuixiang Building.

Then settle for the next best thing.

Go nearby and worship with this great master in a Taoist temple on the top of a mountain. You can get some blessings.

As a result, the Taoist priests inside the temple are enjoying themselves these days.

In fact, apart from the emperor, it was not that no one had seen Li Zhen.

For example, on the second day after he came back.

Ma Qianli, who had already retired to the second line, came to see him.

The two talked about old times.

Li Zhen listened to some more stories that happened during the process of quelling the chaos after he left Cheshi City.

Afterwards, Ma Qianli said goodbye respectfully.

But when he left, he stopped talking.

It seemed that he wanted to say something to Li Zhen, but in the end he didn't speak.

And it was the sixth day after Li Zhen returned to the capital and the fifth day after Ma Qianli came.

An uninvited person knocked on the door of Chuixiang Tower.

Li Zhen did not welcome this uninvited guest.

But he claimed to be the head of the Confucian Academy in the capital.

Yes, it’s the eight characters written on the wooden sign outside Chuixiang Tower.

What all Confucian scholars have in common is the mountain leader.

(End of this chapter)