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"Let's go!" Wei Ziyun led Su Yang away without any hesitation. When Su Yang passed by Lu Xiaofeng, he waved, and Lu Xiaofeng comprehended to follow.

The emperor has not been to court for ten years. It is rumored that he is living in Xiyuan and cultivating immortals. Few people have ever seen the emperor. Even the memorials of the cabinet ministers are forwarded by the eunuch who is in charge of ceremonies.

Therefore, many people think that the current emperor is not a good emperor, but there are many mistakes in this world. In the minds of ordinary people, this emperor is actually a strange lazy emperor.

Why doesn't an emperor go to court for ten years, why doesn't he meet his subjects?

Because the emperor is sick, heart disease.

But there is one thing that no one can deny. At least during the period when the emperor was in power, the world was still very peaceful, and the common people at least had enough to eat. There was a war in Liaodong, but the flames of war were not in their own country. Arriving smoothly, the imperial army began to counterattack, showing signs of great victory. Those people in the island country in the east claimed to be possessed by demons and gods, but when they really encountered the imperial army, they were vulnerable.

This is this strange world, the emperor does not go to court, but comes from all over the world, singing and dancing promotes peace, but martial arts are constantly in dispute.

But in Su Yang's eyes, if the person in Xiyuan is really him, then he is not the emperor, but a man who gave him courage and a ray of sunshine.

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This alone is enough.

Wei Ziyun's footsteps were fast, as if he was flying while walking.Flying away from the palaces in the imperial city towards Xiyuan, it was like walking on flat ground.

Even Lu Xiaofeng had to admit that if this number one expert in the university really risked his life.There are very few people in the world who can stop him. With such a person, it is no wonder that the emperor is not worried about anything. With the presence of four guards, the palace is absolutely safe in most cases.

But Su Yang could see that Wei Ziyun was worried and anxious.Otherwise he wouldn't be walking so fast

The young emperor sat on his throne, and he did not sleep peacefully that night.

The palace is majestic, like a beast in the darkness.Since entering this huge prison 20 years ago, he has not slept peacefully for many nights.

Sitting in the Forbidden City, the emperor often thought of the days before he was 15 years old.

He still had a home back then.There are father and mother at home.And a brother, several sisters.

The life of the feudal king was not as glamorous as it seemed on the surface. He could still remember those people in his family wearing flying fish suits, those petty officials with only seven or eight ranks, even his father would treat him with courtesy when he saw them. In the corner of the palace, there are often undisguised surveillance gazes.

But he is not afraid.

It's not because he was a bold kid, actually at a very young age.Like almost all children, he is afraid of the dark.Afraid of pain, afraid of his father's stern face, afraid of the teacher's ruler, acting like a baby in his mother's arms, likes to eat sweets, and likes all kinds of strange gadgets.

He was just a child at that time, and the reason why his childhood had no shadows was because his father was a man with no ambitions. He loved his children far more than he longed for the throne in the distant capital, and he His mother is also wise and gentle enough. What they passed on to him is the sunny and warm side. They hope that he can spend his life happily.

His elder brother is a loyal and honest person, and there is no competition or conspiracy about the position of the son in his family like in the storybook novels. His younger sisters are innocent and lively, and they are the jewels in the palm of everyone in the family.

He grew up in this environment without any shadow of childhood.

He was even interested in those people wearing flying fish suits, the knives on their waists, and the magical moves they used. [

So he learned martial arts from those people, and Wei Ziyun was actually his first teacher.

This young master's talent in martial arts is far beyond everyone's imagination. In just a few years, Wei Ziyun can't give him anything.

Then he started to wander around to see the world created by his ancestors. He traveled every inch of the country, met countless strangers, and the sword in his hand became sharper day by day.

Legends of him began to exist in the rivers and lakes.

So he began to face the challenge. No one can bear the limelight of a teenager overshadowing himself.

When he killed someone for the first time, he was only 12 years old. The other party was a powerful hero of Heshuo. The hero brought eighteen disciples and surrounded him on the official road.

It seemed that the hero was in a bad mood, because when he passed by Heshuo, he didn't come to see him off at the mountain.

So he made nineteen swords.

Since then, his sword has never stopped for a day.The rivers and lakes are originally a place where swords are used to speak. Whoever has the fastest sword and the most ruthless sword will have the loudest voice.

His voice became more and more loud, almost resounding across the rivers and lakes, so loud that it was deafening.

As time passed, until one day, he was sitting on the cliff of Mount Hua, and suddenly found that the sword on his waist had not been drawn out of its sheath for a year.

Looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, he felt homesick.

Home is the starting point of everyone and the destination of the soul.

When he stepped into the house again, what awaited him was one bad news after another.

His elder brother, his younger sister, and his mother left him one by one, and his father was also getting old.

No matter how strong martial arts are, they can't save all of this.

Beside his mother's grave, he looked up at the sky, thinking whether people can live forever.

After thinking for three days and three nights, he finally understood that people are mortal, even the Buddha will die that day.

So what he can do is to cherish the people around him while he is alive, instead of remembering and regretting after death.

Fortunately, although his family was incomplete, he still had his father and younger sister. From this day on, there was a young swordsman missing in the rivers and lakes.

The young master of the feudal prince's mansion is back again. In the eyes of the servants of the prince's mansion, this young master seems to be a little different.

With his return, the palace became angry again, and the old prince gradually had a smile on his face again.

Except for occasionally practicing martial arts with Master Wei Ziyun in the backyard, this little prince doesn't go anywhere, just stays with the old prince in the palace.

The peaceful life was broken by a Minghuang imperial edict.

This time, he had to leave his home, and his goal was the majestic imperial city.

On the second day after leaving home, his father passed away before he could enjoy this dignity.

Since then, he has sat on a high throne, with his sword in his right hand and the jade seal in his left hand. There is nothing in the world that he cannot do.

Except for one thing, no matter how tall he sits, he can only call a person he has never seen 'father', while his real father and mother can only be called 'uncle'.

He sits on the throne, but has no home.

For the first time, he had a bit of hatred for this imperial city and this throne, but the blood flowing on his body couldn't help him to abandon all of them. From the first day of his birth, this was his life.

He's conflicted, he starts avoiding, he doesn't even go to court.

At this moment, he discovered a secret.

His ancestors once founded an organization. A hundred years ago, this organization was not considered powerful. It was just a tool for the princes and grandchildren to vent their excess energy and compete. But after a hundred years, this organization has developed into a deformed monster.

Qinglong grows gradually, but it has already threatened Huanglong.

He divided his inner self into two people.

One person, who continues the blood of his ancestors, holds the jade seal in his hand, and guards the land; the other person, with the longing for freedom, and the faint hatred and hatred, holds a long sword, roaming the rivers and lakes , Walking on the path of destiny in another way that I can accept.

He is a king and a prodigal son.

The two identities seem to have no connection, except for one thing: they don't have a home.

He yearns for a home, someone he almost fell in love with once.

Although he knew that it was someone who shouldn't love, but for children without a family, family is such an attractive word.

Soon, another legend appeared on the rivers and lakes, an immortal legend, with an immortal sword.

And in the palace, there was also a rumor that the emperor cultivated immortality in order to seek longevity.

When these two people become one, it is the Longevity Sword.

Bai Yujing in the sky, five floors and twelve cities, immortals caressed my top, knotted hair and granted longevity.

The imperial city is lonely and cold, the love of immortals, the price of longevity is eternal loneliness.

Only he alone bears the price of longevity, and only he knows these secrets. (to be continued...)

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