"Let's go!" Wei Ziyun actually took Su Yang without hesitation, Su Yang beckoned when he passed by Lu Xiaofeng, and Lu Xiaofeng followed with understanding.

The emperor has not been in court for ten years, and it is rumored that he lives in Xiyuan to cultivate immortals, and few people have ever seen the emperor.

Therefore, many people think that today's emperor is not a good emperor, but there are many mistakes in this world, and if you don't do it, you won't be wrong, so although this emperor is not a good emperor, but at least he is not a faint mob, in the minds of the people, this emperor is actually a strange lazy emperor.

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

Because the emperor has a disease, a heart disease.

But there is one thing that no one can deny, at least during the reign of this emperor, the world is still very peaceful, the people are at least still full, there is a war in Liaodong, but the war is not in the country, with the arrival of the military salaries, the army of the imperial court began to counterattack, and has shown signs of great victory, those people in the eastern island country are called the heavenly demons one by one, and the gods are possessed, but they really encounter the army of the imperial court, but they are vulnerable.

This is this strange world, the emperor does not come to court, but the world comes to court, singing and dancing is leveling, but the martial arts are constantly fighting.

But in Su Yang's eyes, if the person in the West Garden, if it was really him, it was not the emperor, but a man who gave himself courage and a ray of sunshine.

It's a friend.

This alone is sufficient.

Wei Ziyun's footsteps were very fast, and he seemed to be flying between walks, rushing from the palace in the imperial city towards the direction of Xiyuan. Walking on flat ground.

Even Lu Xiaofeng had to admit that if this No. 1 master of the Great Inner really gave up his life, few people in the world could stop him, there was such a person, no wonder the emperor was not worried about anything, there were four major guards, and the palace was absolutely safe in most cases.

But Su Yang could see that Wei Ziyun was worried. Very anxious, otherwise he wouldn't have walked so fast

The young emperor never sat on his throne, and he did not sleep that night.

The palace was like a beast in the dark, and he had not slept for many nights since he had been in this great prison twenty years ago.

Sit in the Forbidden City. The emperor, however, often remembered his days before he was fifteen.

At that time, he also had a family, including his father and mother, and an older brother and several younger sisters.

The life of the vassal king was not as glamorous as it seemed on the surface, and he could still remember the people in the family who wore flying fish suits, those petty officials who only had seven or eight ranks, and even if his father saw it, he would treat him politely. In the corners of the palace, there are often undisguised surveillance eyes.

But he wasn't afraid.

This is not because he is a bold child, in fact, at a very young age, he is almost like all children, afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, afraid of his father's straight face, afraid of the teacher's ruler, will be spoiled in his mother's arms, and likes to eat sweets. Loves all kinds of weird gadgets.

At that time, he was just a child, and the reason why his childhood had no shadow was because his father was a man with no ambitions, and he loved his children more than he longed for the throne in the distant capital, and his mother was wise and gentle enough, and what they passed on to him was the warm side of the sun, and they hoped that he would be happy to finish this life.

His brother was a loyal and honest man. There is no competition and conspiracy for the position of the prince in his family like in the novel, and his little sisters are innocent and lively. It is the pearl of the palm of the family for everyone.

Growing up in this environment, he did not have any childhood shadows.

He was even interested in those who wore flying fish suits, and the magical moves that came out of the knives on their waists.

So he followed those people to learn martial arts, and Wei Ziyun was actually his enlightenment teacher.

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

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

There are legends of him in the rivers and lakes.

So he began to face the challenge that no one could stand the limelight of a teenager overshadowing him.

When he killed for the first time, he was only twelve years old, and the hero, the hero of the other party's mighty river, brought eighteen disciples and surrounded him on the official road.

It seems that the hero is in a very bad mood, because when he passed by Heshuo, he did not come to the door to see off the worship mountain.

So he made nineteen swords.

Since then, his sword has not stopped for a day. Jianghu is a place where words are spoken, and whoever has a faster sword and a more ruthless knife will have a louder voice.

His voice became more and more, almost resounding through the rivers and lakes, and it sounded so 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 unsheathed for a year.

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

Home is everyone's pen and www.biquge.info, and it is also the destination of the soul.

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

His brothers, his sisters, his mother, one by one, left him, and his father was dying.

No matter how strong the martial arts are, they can't recover this qiē.

At his mother's grave, he looked up at the sky, wondering if man could live forever.

He thought about it for three days and three nights, and finally understood that when people die eventually, there will be a day when the Buddha will also die.

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

Fortunately, although his home is broken, he still has his father and sister, and from this day on, there is one less young swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

The young master of the feudal palace is back, and in the eyes of the people of the palace, this young master seems to be a little different.

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

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

The peaceful life was shattered by a Ming Huang edict.

This time, he had to leave his home, and his goal was that towering imperial city.

The day after he left home, his father died before he had time to 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, and there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.

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

He sat on the throne, but he had no home.

For the first time, he had a trace of hatred for this imperial city, this throne, but the blood flowing on his body could not help him leave this qiē, from the first day of his birth, this was his fate.

He was conflicted, he began to run away, he didn't even go to court.

That's when he discovered a secret.

His ancestors once founded an organization, a hundred years ago, this organization was not very powerful, just a tool for the king and grandson to vent their excess energy and compete, but after a hundred years, this organization has developed into a deformed monster.

The green dragon is growing, but it has already threatened the yellow dragon.

He divided his inner self into two people.

A person, continuing the bloodline of his ancestors, holding the jade seal, guarding this land; The other person, with the desire for freedom, with the hatred and helplessness that exists, holds a long sword, wanders the rivers and lakes, and walks on the road of fate in another way that he can accept.

He was an emperor and a prodigal son.

The two identities seem to have no one at hand, except for one thing: they have no home.

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

Even though he was a person he shouldn't have loved until then, family was such an attractive word for a child without a home.

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

And in the palace, there is also a rumor, it is rumored that the emperor cultivates immortals and seeks immortality.

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

White Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor, the immortals caressed my top, and gave immortality.

The imperial city is lonely, the immortals are ruthless, and the price of immortality is eternal loneliness.

The price of immortality is only borne by him alone, and these secrets are known only to him.

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