Chapter 60: Changing Heavens (1)

At this time, a round of the sun appeared in the sky.

After the dark clouds dispersed, there was finally a long-lost sun.

Zhou Xing stood there, his face was expressionless at this time, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

He knew he had succeeded, but he didn't know why he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart.

In front of them, the palace, which had stood for hundreds of years, disappeared.

There was nothing left, only this clearing.

The journey is gone.

No one would compete with him for the throne again, but at this time, his eyes were full of hatred.

Although Zhou Tu was defeated, he still took away the most important thing in the entire Celestial Empire, and Zhou Xing's face, which had always been calm, suddenly became a little hideous at this time.

He has been pretending to be crazy and stupid for more than ten years, and he has not been angry.

was pointed at his nose by Li Shishi and scolded him angrily for not being angry.

He was ridiculed and ridiculed by Zhou Tu, and he was not angry.

But at this time, everyone could see that he was very angry.

- The emperor who doesn't even have a palace, what kind of emperor is he?

Concubine Yi stood beside Zhou Xing, she didn't know what the expression was on her face, maybe she was sighing about the imperial city, maybe she was sighing about Zhou Tu.

Her hand gently rested on Zhou Xing's shoulder, "The palace can be rebuilt if it is gone." ”

Zhou Xing didn't speak, but everyone could tell from his expression that he was angry at this time.

Did he really win? Looking at the hundreds of generals, looking at the Tianxin Pagoda still standing next to the palace, and looking at the corpses and blood all over the street.

The entire Celestial Empire looked in tatters at this time.

Zhou Tu left in a dashing and generous manner, throwing this imperial city to himself?

He pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed fiercely at the rain-soaked ground in front of him, he slashed more than a dozen swords in a row, until he had no strength, and the evil qi in his chest for more than ten years seemed to come out.

Zhou Xing turned his head and left.

Immediately a sergeant hurried after him.

His voice came from afar, "Pack this up for me, ready to pacify the people." ”

The sergeants looked at the empty palace and were a little puzzled, "The palace is gone, what is this to clean up?"

......

The people of the Celestial Empire all knew that the heavens had changed.

Zhou Xing sat in the palace of the summer resort, which was where Zhou Tu had sat before. Now he got his wish, but his face was still gloomy, for there were two men standing in front of him.

The two men seemed to have been hiding in the darkness for a long time, and they were a little uncomfortable when they occasionally saw the bright light.

"My Demon Sect Master personally sent his daughter, and now her life and death are unknown?"

The voice that spoke was like a bronze bell, and under the black robe was a man's face, his eyes were a little gloomy, staring at Zhou Xing tightly.

Next to him, there was an elderly fat old man, and the fat old man's voice was extremely hoarse, "Not only is the young master gone, but the people of the three major sects have disappeared with him?"

Zhou Xing looked at the bursts of incense rising in front of him and inhaled fiercely.

"But the wish of your Demon Sect has been fulfilled, and after today, I will announce to the world that your Demon Sect will be named a Divine Sect. ”

The fat old man's voice suddenly became intense, "What we want is to catch alive, but we are afraid that the people of the three major sects in the world will trouble us, do you really think that the old swordsman of Beihai Yunshan is a vegetarian? And that sword king Jiuhe, who is a universal existence in the entire continent, and that sword abyss's Yang Dingtian, it is said that the original realm strength is comparable to that of Yi Shuihan, do you want our Demon Sect to offend in one breath?"

Zhou Xing looked at the fat old man, and then at the man standing next to him.

"Aren't you going to enter the Heavenly Heart Tower?"

The fat old man was stunned for a moment, puzzled.

"If I say that we did not persecute them, do you think anyone in the world will believe them?"

The fat old man said, "Of course no one believes it. ”

Zhou Xing's gaze instantly became dark, and then a glimmer of light flashed in his black eyes, "But if it is what the Great Si Ming said, do you think there are people in the world who believe it?"

A smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth, "I see." ”

......

There are still thirteen days left before the opening of the Tianxin Tower.

There are many things that can be done during these thirteen days.

For the time being, the people of the three major sects did not know that they had sent disciples to create a plot against the Demon Sect.

The people didn't know what was going on.

So, I don't know that from the first few days, a rumor began to circulate among the people, it was originally a rumor at first, but in the end, the rumor became a story after listening to more people, and after a few days, the story became a true story.

......

......

The people near the palace have already started to live their lives on the right track, such as a teahouse in some of them.

The teahouse had been closed, but it had only been a few days since it reopened, and business was back to booming.

In today's teahouse, in the noise of everyone, I don't know when a fortune teller came in.

The fortune teller's face was covered with a lot of dust, the flesh on his face was tight, and some sparse beard floated in front of him. He had clearly walked a long way, and his face was a little tired, but his eyes were very bright. The fortune teller walked directly to the teahouse, politely asked for a pot of tea, sat on a stool next to him and began to drink tea.

He drank his tea quickly, as he seemed to be thirsty.

This is the case with the people of the Celestial Empire, who like to talk about some stories after tea and dinner.

At a table next to him were a few men discussing:

“...... I really didn't expect that the people of Jianyuan would be so vicious, and they plotted against the emperor not to say anything, and also implicated the innocent people of Beihai Yunshan and Gun Lin......"

"If it weren't for the blessing of the Divine Sect, the entire Celestial Empire would probably cease to exist. ”

"Hey, it's just a pity that the poetry girl, I heard that she is also a famous character in the Red Dust Pavilion, and she also died in this war......"

"I heard that Emperor Zhou Xing has ordered the people of the Divine Sect to stay in the Celestial Empire and participate in the opening ceremony of the Tianxin Tower tomorrow......"

"Yes, with the blessing of the Divine Sect, I have nothing to worry about now......

......

The fortune teller listened quietly, and then drank all the tea in his bowl.

"Little Er, refill the cup. ”

He shouted lightly, then got up and shook his shirt and walked in front of the men.

Along the way, he had heard such rumors and legends more than once, but at this time, he was still very interested.

"How many of you know the names of the missing people of those major sects?"

The men were stunned for a moment, and one of them thought for a while and said, "I heard that the one in the gun forest is the high disciple of the sword king Jiuhe, surnamed Ye, called Ye Qing, and his face is extremely handsome. The one from Beihai Yunshan is a scholar, named Gu Changsheng, and the one from Jian Yuan is a lame girl, what is Qin Boyi......

The fortune teller listened quietly and did not say a word.

Until this man finished speaking, the fortune teller frowned slightly, "But there is a man named Luo Ning?"

The man shook his head, "I've never heard of this." ”

The fortune teller clenched his fists lightly and said, "Thank you." ”

He turned his head and saw that the shopkeeper was full of water.

He took the tea bowl and drank it all, left the tea money on the table, and turned around and left the teahouse with a step.