The Holy Emperor has changed, although he is still Zhao Chang, but he is no longer the Zhao Chang who slashed down the Chongde plaque and shouted the Red Demon Dynasty, nor is he the Zhao Chang who spared his life and gave him the surname Zhao.

"Sir!" Song Ping suddenly knelt on the ground, looked at Zhao Huzhi sitting on the chair with tears in his eyes, and then slammed his head on the ground and made a loud noise.

Zhao Huzhi raised the cup of raw wine and slowly poured in the cup of dead wine, until it was finished, and the wine slowly overflowed from the cup.

"There's a hidden compartment under the table on your right, and there's a book in it, so take it with you."

"Bang!" Song Ping kowtowed again, making a muffled sound of hitting the ground.

Zhao Huzhi swallowed his saliva and then smiled self-deprecatingly. obviously thought that he was not afraid of death, but he was still a little timid when it came to the end. The sage said that he knew the destiny of heaven at fifty, and he lived diligently until he was seventy-eight and did not fully understand this destiny.

But fortunately, there is a disciple of Song Ping, who left Song Ping last night and has already taught Song Ping what he has newly understood, and he can be regarded as dying without regrets.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hu felt relieved again, slowly picked up the cup of dead wine on the table, and said lightly: "It seems that the only way to find the destiny of heaven is to go there", and raised his head and drank it after speaking.

"Bang!" Song Ping heard the sound of the wine glass falling on the ground, and he fell to the ground again, and he didn't raise his head for a long time.

The candle flame on the table was shaking even more than just now, and Zhao Huzhi had no breath in his face with the candle flame flickering on his face.

After a long time, the candle flame flickered again and then quickly calmed down. Looking at the main hall again, Song Ping was no longer there, and the main entrance was also closed, only a small pool of blood stains and a few scattered water stains remained on the ground where Song Ping was just now.

……

In the twenty-fifth year of Qianyang, on the morning of July 17.

Qianyang, Yong'an City.

In the morning, not long after the city gate opened, the people entering and leaving the city had already formed a long line at the city gate, and a man dressed as a scholar was standing in the middle of the line with his head bowed.

Someone behind the man was pointing and talking about something, and he didn't pay any attention. What these people are talking about is nothing more than groundless speculation such as being famous and not being reused, and he can't pay attention to it.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound of horses' hooves from the back of the team, and Song Ping in the team finally raised his head and looked behind him like others.

"Look at it, both sides dodge and make way." The city gate guards shouted and pushed the people around them, and the people in line were also very interested, and hurriedly dispersed to both sides of the road, and Song Ping also staggered away.

The city gate is also considered an important place, and usually the carriages and horses have to slow down to be inspected here. And now the group of people who appeared in front of the city gate on horseback was obviously not ordinary people.

The people in this team were uniformly dressed in black flying fish brocade suits, and they were all equipped with a long knife at their side. There is no quality in the scabbard, but just by looking at the gold wire lines on the scabbard, you can know that this sword will not be used by ordinary cultivators.

And those in the crowd on both sides of the road who know horses, looking at the good horses of the Western Regions under those people, they can't stop admiring.

In a short time, the group had already passed through the crowd and clicked out of the city gates.

Song Ping looked at the group of people passing through the city gate in a daze, and then lowered his head again and walked back into the gathered team.

Qianyang Lizhou, east of Prison Niu Town, Linfu Inn.

There is a small platform in the Linfu Inn that is a little higher than the surrounding ones, which is specially prepared by the inn for those storytellers, which is a very common thing in various places.

If the storyteller speaks well, there are more people who come to listen, the inn will be more prosperous, and the storyteller will have a fixed place to tell the story.

At this time, there were a few guests sitting under the stands, and there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe standing on the stage, mixed with a few gray hairs that he tied together at random with a small branch, and the storyteller glanced down the stage, knocked on the waking wood, and began to speak.

"'The Red Demon Road is chaotic, and the common people are in turmoil'. The last book said that the powerful ministers of the Chifu court were in turmoil, and the people below were really miserable, and the current Holy Emperor of Qianyang was only a small Youguo Yi Lieutenant at that time. Say, this day ......"

Ye Xipo sat on the bench and looked at the rain outside that he didn't know when it would stop, pinched a peanut on a plate and put it in his mouth. He had not stopped since he had left the village yesterday morning, except for dinner and night's rest, but the sudden rain had left him at the inn.

It began to rain heavily outside when I entered this inn to eat at noon, and the rain has not become less until now. But fortunately, it was raining at that time, otherwise he really didn't know where to find a place to shelter from the rain when he got out of the city.

Ye Xipo was listening to the man on the stage talking about a book, when a young man's shout suddenly came from the door of the inn.

"Oh, I can be considered to have found an inn." The young man wore a hat on his head, short clothes, revealing his strong arms, and a wooden sword more than three feet long on his waist, which was full of cracks and could not be seen from the specific material.

"Guest officer, please come inside, please ......" Xiao Er saw the guest coming, and quickly cheered up to greet him.

"Of course I know it's raining so hard." The young man smiled and took off his hat, shook off the water, and sat on the table next to Ye Xipo.

"Bring me a plate of peanuts too." The wooden sword boy looked at the peanuts on Ye Xipo's table and said to Xiao Er, and put the wooden sword on the table.

"Okay." Xiao Er agreed, turned around and left.

After a while, Xiao Er brought a bowl of peanuts and a bowl of water and put them on the table of the wooden sword boy.

The wooden sword boy sat there with his head spinning around, feeling very bored, and after listening for a while, he asked Ye Xipo, "This brother, do you know which one this person is talking about?" ”

As soon as he finished asking, Ye Xipo opened his mouth directly: "I don't know." ”

"Uh, okay then." The wooden sword boy was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and threw a few peanuts into his mouth.

"Rank, can you guess who the Holy Lord met at the city gate at that time?" The man on the stage suddenly stopped and asked the audience.

"Do you want to say it?" The audience shouted, and several others chimed in.

The middle-aged man who told the story smiled, woke up and patted the wood, and the audience immediately fell silent.

"That person is the first first assistant after the founding of Qianyang, the founder of Qianyang - Li Changyuan."

Hearing this, Ye Xipo was stunned for a moment, retracted his hand and listened carefully.

The middle-aged man who told the story and the wooden sword boy both saw Ye Xipo's abnormal movements, and although the young man felt a little puzzled, he didn't speak, and he pricked up his ears and continued to listen.

Speaking of Li Changyuan, he is also a poor man, in the first half of his life, he followed the Holy Emperor to destroy Chiyi, made immortal achievements, became a founding hero, and later became the first assistant above 10,000 people under that person. Unexpectedly, he became a traitor in the end, and I heard that he ended up with a dead reputation. ”