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

Chapter 96 Huainanzi

Zhao Gao in recent years.

In fact, it is low-key enough.

He is so low-key that he has forgotten to pay attention to his family in the capital.

He was so low-key that he didn't know that after the death of his two elders, his family took advantage of his reputation as Commander Zhao.

The fox begins to pretend to be the tiger's power, and dominates and brings blessings.

So when he knew about this.

It's angry, it's frightened, it's hateful that iron can't be transformed into steel.

However, that's it.

How to regret at the beginning is already useless.

No one knew what kind of thoughts he had when he walked into the Zhao family.

After a quarter of an hour.

Accompanied by sad cries in the house.

There was another person who came out with him.

just
  He is standing, the other is lying.

Day two.

Zhao Gao was in the eyes of his family who could not understand.

They were sent out of the capital and sent back to their hometown.

And under the attention of countless people, he openly severed ties with the Zhao family.

After that, he took off the crimson robe of Xiu Yidu and took off his long knife.

He knelt down outside Yuji Hall and confessed his guilt with tears in his eyes.

Please resign from the post of Commander of the Embroidery City and wait for your resignation.

The emperor heard about it and agreed to it.

He was sent to Mount Li to guard the imperial mausoleum.

The news is out.

Countless people from high-ranking families in the capital cheered.

But the people in the ordinary alleys were a little sighing.

A good eunuch is rare in the world!
  Unexpectedly, he fell down because of his family's involvement.

Fortunately in misfortune.

I think I saved a life.

"He is still alive after all."

After hearing the news, Li Zhen sighed slightly.

But that's all.

This is the path Zhao Gao chose himself.

Likewise, it is also his life.

Destined to have such a calamity.

As the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand.

As the world becomes peaceful, those who are restless will either have their heads cut off.

Or, just shrink your neck and hide carefully.

There are fewer and fewer places where the emperor can use him.

You know, if the knife is not used often, it can be embroidered.

And the embroidered knife has only one end.

That is reinventing the wheel.

Fortunately, Zhao Gao is not too arrogant, nor is he completely obsessed by the power he currently has.

Unexpected matters are also handled quickly and rationally.

Although everything was lost, one life was saved.

Where there is life, there is hope.

It might as well be to guard the imperial tomb.

I hope that these years can polish off the embroidery marks on the knife.

You can also polish off the dazzling edge of the knife.

It will not backfire on the owner of the knife.

And what I warned him was not to fight or grab, and to be a low-key person.

After all, it was Li Zhen's way.

For Zhao Gao, it was a bit inappropriate.

At least for now, some of it is inappropriate.

"The poor are so expensive at the same time, I can't control it!"

He shook his head slowly and sighed happily.

It's all in the past, and Li Zhen doesn't think about it anymore.

I moistened the dry tip of the pen in the inkstone, picked up the interrupted train of thought, and continued writing.

Recently, he felt that after so many years of accumulation.

And learning from those old Taoist priests.

Ask yourself that your own accumulation is enough.

It is also time to start implementing a promise that has been delayed for forty-six years:

Write a book, Taoist Scriptures.

The thought is always there and never forgotten.

There are many ideas, but when it comes time to put them down on paper.

My head became empty again.

Until not long ago, the ninth level of "The Secret of Immortality" was successfully completed.

It means that he has reached the ideological limit of what martial arts can go in this world.

Li Zhen knew that it was time to write.

In the past forty-six years, my understanding of "Tao" has been put into paper.

As a summary and explanation of this long time. Similarly, it also serves as the starting point for a new round of journey.

So, it couldn't be more appropriate.

So he put pen to paper:
  "The Taoist man covers the heavens and the earth, stretches out in all directions, and is extremely high and unfathomable."

There was silence in the Chuixiang Tower.

All I heard was the pen hitting the paper.

That slight rustle.

It's as if a melody is playing.

Last few years.

I don’t know if I have also reached the burnout period of struggle.

Or maybe there is some other reason.

Zhao Qing seemed to rarely appear in front of courtiers.

Although her decrees are still like water, they are continuously issued from the most powerful place in the world.

But still, it cannot dispel the malicious unpredictability in some people's hearts.

She is sick, she has an unspeakable illness, and will die soon.

Or so to speak.

As she got older, she lost her ambition and began to pursue pleasure.

There are thousands of beautiful men in the harem, who play and sing every night and every day.

It seems that after a certain commander of the Embroidery City was assigned to guard the imperial mausoleum.

Some people's courage also returned.

But no matter what the rumors outside are like.

Li Zhen, who has been focusing on writing books in recent years, doesn't pay much attention to it.

He had also seen Zhao Qing several times, whom others wanted to see but could not see.

However, it seems that they are all here to look for Zhao Shenyue.

And according to his observations, Zhao Qing's martial arts strength has become more and more advanced.

It seems that if nothing unexpected happens.

There should be no problem if he lives to the end of his lifespan as a great master.

The rumors outside are completely nonsense.

The little fairy gradually grew up and became more and more arrogant.

But it's still the same as when I was a child, and I can't change my weird temperament.

Although it was because Zhao Shenyue was watching and supervising his martial arts training.

Throughout the year, I rarely come to Chuixiang Tower a few times.

However, every time he came, Li Zhen would be extremely angry.

Not making a mess of his manuscript.

It was just buzzing in his ears when he was writing a book, which was very annoying.

But every time I couldn't help but want to beat this little bastard.

Naturally, they will stop in front of them. The fairy on the left is still young, and the fairy on the right is ignorant.

I really don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into her mind.

But it's a coincidence.

Whenever she comes over to make a fuss, Li Zhen has some ideas that he has nowhere to write about, and he will quietly connect them after she leaves.

As time went by, he followed her.

As for Zhao Ping?

I don’t know who Zhao Ping is.

Is there any need to get to know someone who I haven’t heard from for several years?
  He is the mighty Anping King of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Li Zhen?

Just a little bookkeeper.

At the beginning of the eleventh year of Shengong.

Snow is flying outside the window, and the warmth is warm inside.

It was late at night, but the candles in the house were still on.

After a long time, Li Zhen wrote the last word on the paper.

Putting down the pen, he leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally finished."

Forty-six years of accumulation, three years of writing.

Finally, it was written on the first night of the New Year today.

It's hard to say what I feel like at this time.

Very tired, yet very relaxed.

There is contentment, but there is also a sense of emptiness, as if something has been lost.

"Oh, there should also be a name."

He straightened up and started writing.

No need to think, no need to think.

When he wrote the first word, the name of this Taoist scripture had already appeared in his mind.

It starts from Huainan and ends with Huainan.

"Huainanzi"

It should be so.

Li Zhen, who had written the entire book, felt as if his body had been hollowed out.

I slept hard for several days.

Just as he was recharging his energy, he was preparing to supervise whether the skills of some of the people he had not seen for several years had improved.

Naturally, a panicked figure broke in and stammered a shocking news.

Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty: Zhao Qing.

Crashed!
  (End of this chapter)