Tang Xuanming, who was originally listening carefully, was suddenly stunned, and the last crisp doll voice made him a little unresponsive.

His divine thoughts instinctively descended to the voice, a seven or eight-year-old age, holding a clay pot filled with animal milk and looking at the void, and not far from the child's side, a willow stump scorched by thunder and lightning stood there, if it weren't for a tender green willow branch waving in the wind, Tang Xuanming would have thought that the willow tree had died.

But at the moment when Tang Xuanming's spirit was condensed, the willow branches fluttering in the wind suddenly turned around, and it seemed to sense Tang Xuanming's existence.

He shuddered, and then he figured out what kind of world it represented.

"This is the world of the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven!"

He withdrew from here without hesitation, not wanting to wade into this troubled water for the time being, but secretly kept this divine thought in his heart.

"Hell, how can I see this world, how can I be able to enter such a world, I shouldn't be able to capture it?"

Tang Xuanming was not surprised for the first time, but frightened.

The swaying willow tree, and the child, who was only seven or eight years old, cast a certain shadow on him.

And then there was a huge surprise.

"That wish is not difficult to come true, it can be easily realized, and it is also good to be able to get the help of the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven and let him get out of the village to give me some primeval relics. ”

Secretly keeping that thought in mind, Tang Xuanming had no intention of going down.

There are too many pressures in that world, and even characters who can see through the past and the future, and it is too uncomfortable for him to run over.

Not strong enough to be able to hang up, he resolutely did not intend to go to that world.

"The next time you go to the wilderness, remember to collect some animal milk, and see if you can give it to that child if you have a chance. ”

"If you can get something out of that kid's hands, it's definitely not a loss. ”

Once it was confirmed, Tang Xuanming no longer paid attention to that world, but was just a little curious, why did he connect to this world?

"Could it be because of the Nether Eight Domains Cage where the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven is currently located? With the overall strength there, I can barely communicate?"

Thinking about it, there is only this one explanation, for the altar, Tang Xuanming doesn't know too much, so he can only secretly remember it in his heart.

After such a stimulus, Tang Xuanming couldn't help but change his initial thoughts, it was really the scorched willow stump that brought him a lot of stimulation: "Instead of going to those higher worlds, enduring greater dangers, and not necessarily being able to get the corresponding reward, it is better to take the initiative to choose some low-level worlds, with my strength, I can maybe more." ”

As soon as this idea came out, it quickly took root and became stronger and stronger.

"It's very dangerous to go to the worlds where I can currently capture the so-called advanced points with my divine thoughts, but I don't necessarily get the corresponding reward. ”

"I already have the top-level cultivation method, and the Ant Emperor method is definitely stronger than the cultivation method of many advanced worlds. ”

"Except for the cultivation method of the advanced world, it is a top-notch treasure, but with my current strength, it is impossible to obtain those treasures. ”

"Instead of going to a higher world to fight to the death, the pay is not proportional to the gain, it is better to be in the lower world, you can rise in the shortest possible time. ”

Thinking of the dragon qi of the first emperor in Qin Shi Mingyue's world, Tang Xuanming couldn't suppress his excitement.

The low-martial world does not mean that it is inferior, and there are also many things with unlimited potential, but they are usually difficult to be noticed.

And Tang Xuanming is the one who can see the treasure.

Thinking of this, he was so preoccupied that he turned to capture another incomparably clear voice.

"Jing Kang is ashamed, still snowing, sad and indignant, weak to return to the sky, pray to God to protect my Great Song Dynasty and destroy the barbarians with wolf ambitions in Mongolia!"

His divine thoughts dropped rapidly, and he soon saw a middle-aged man in a dragon robe standing in the majestic palace.

As the fifth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun's reputation in history is not good.

In the first half of his life, he worked hard to govern the second half of his life, but he was addicted to wine, mediocre and inactive, and reused traitors and villains like Ding Daquan and Jia Yidao.

And now, while indulging in wine, he will also lament the extravagant atmosphere of the Southern Song Dynasty, take advantage of the wine, sigh in the imperial garden, and rarely confide in the ambition in his chest.

The Great Song Dynasty is difficult to return, emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts, this is the national policy of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is the tradition of Zhao Kuangyin to establish the country unjustly.

And after four generations of inheritance, various legal systems have been quite perfect, and civil power is rampant, even if he is the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, there is no way to change this.

The efforts of the first half of his life have been in vain, but the general trend of the world has changed dramatically.

The Mongol enemies rejoiced when Genghis Khan, the invincible Mongol ruler, died in 1227, but Genghis Khan's descendants were even more chilling, more powerful and terrible than his ancestors.

A nation built on horseback is a greedy wolf that constantly tears off delicious fat from the Central Plains.

Craftsmen who were not valued in the Southern Song Dynasty in the Central Plains were treasured by the Mongols, and those craftsmen gave the Mongol cavalry sharper arrows, bows, crossbows, gunpowder, and cannons.

The gunpowder that was used as fireworks in the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty became a formidable weapon in the hands of the Mongols.

In 1234 AD, he joined forces with the Mongols to destroy the Song Dynasty's henchmen, the Jin Kingdom, but now it seems to have become a major failure.

The evil neighbor around him is indeed dead, but it attracts an even more powerful hungry wolf.

The Jin State was not so much destroyed under the joint efforts of the Mongols and the Song Dynasty, but rather that the Mongols played the main role, and the Song Dynasty was more playing soy sauce.

At the same time that the power of the civil government reached its peak, the military attachés were suppressed to the point of collapse, and the wealth accumulation of the imperial court reached its peak, but the army became weaker and weaker, like a dying fish.

If it weren't for the greed and terrible Mongolia surrounding it, this dying fish would have been disemboweled, taken out and cooked, and enjoyed the delicious food with joy.

Song Lizong didn't want to see this desperate situation, but he really saw it in his eyes, there was no way to avoid it, and the efforts of the first half of his life could not be changed, so it was better to be drunk and dream of death.

Only when there is no one in the middle of the night, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will sigh and cry alone, and say: "Jing Kang is ashamed, still snowing, sad and indignant, and weak to return to heaven, pray to God to protect my Great Song Dynasty and destroy the barbarians with wolf ambitions in Mongolia!"

This is just a whisper in a midnight dream, and when it dawns again, all these bold words will be left behind by him, and he will continue to be drunk and drunk.

But this time it was not as calm as usual, and he heard a majestic voice from the void: "As you wish!"

Shocked, he saw a scene he will never forget.