One by one, the old man and the old lady walked out of the alley of the house with excitement and walked slowly towards King Qilian. Even though King Qilian has not returned for fifty years, the name of Prince Qilian has always been in the hearts of the older generation.

King Qilian seemed to be silent, but he inadvertently raised his head proudly, "This is the heart of the people, even if this king has not come back for fifty years, the people of the capital still remember this king, and they are still cheering for the return of this king." ”

The Xuanyin Sect Master seemed to be somewhat taught, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, while Ning Yue's face behind him became a little gloomy. If King Qilian is really as he said, even if he has not returned for fifty years, he still has unparalleled popular support, then if he really takes the throne this time, maybe he can quickly stabilize the world.

But...... How could this be? Ning Yue didn't believe it, and she didn't dare to believe it. He still remembered that King Gaoyang rebelled, and how the people of the capital supported the emperor.

They spontaneously picked up farm tools and came to the city gate to guard the city gate for the imperial court, at that time, Ning Yue saw the destiny of heaven and the heart of heaven. At that time, Ning Yue was extremely glad that the emperor he was loyal to was a good emperor who was deeply loved by the people. But...... Why?

"Prince Qilian, are you back? That's great......" An old man came to King Qilian tremblingly, and his expression was excited, as if he had seen a god in his faith.

"Yes, this king is back!" King Qilian raised his head proudly, although his supporter was only an old man who was about to die, although it seemed that these things in front of him also seemed to be dying.

"Prince, Prince...... Do you remember me, Prince?" an old man suddenly ran over with an excited expression and saluted King Qilian's standard. King Qilian was slightly stunned, but he was a little moved.

Because the military salute in front of me was set by myself fifty years ago. Because there are wars everywhere, and rebellions everywhere. The original military salute was too cumbersome and difficult to move. Therefore, King Qilian formulated a set of simpler and more convenient military etiquette, which did not require the removal of armor and would not cause the slightest discomfort.

"Are you...... The soldiers who followed this king to fight back then?"

"Prince, I'm a little iron gun, I followed the prince from Jiangzhou to Liangzhou, and I always held the flag for the prince......"

"Oh, little iron spear?" King Qilian's eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to see the teenage boy. However, the old man in front of him had snow-white hair, and he couldn't even stand up straight. But still, the two figures overlapped in King Qilian's mind.

"Little Iron Gun, you're old too...... That's right, it's been fifty years, and there are probably few people who have been with this king back then, and they can survive until now. King Qilian said with some emotion, and gently patted the shoulder of the little iron spear with one hand, "The court posted a notice asking you to leave first, why didn't you leave?"

"We have old arms and legs, and we can't walk anymore. Besides, we have lived in the capital all our lives, and we have never seen any strong winds and waves? I heard that a strong enemy is coming, and we want to reverse the government? Even if we can't help much, we still have the heart to die for the country.

But it's good that the crown prince is back, with the prince's peerless martial arts, who doesn't have long eyes to dare to provoke? Did His Royal Highness the prince also hear about the danger of the imperial court and specially come back to King Qin?"

When the words landed, King Qilian was stunned, it turned out that this group of people was not here to welcome the arrival of the new emperor, but to think that they were coming to King Qin......? Don't they know that they are the strong enemies on the court announcement?

"Hahaha...... What the people want, this is what the people want?King Qilian, is this what the people are proud of are you?" Ning Yue suddenly asked with a wild laugh, beating her chest and almost laughing into tears, "King Qilian, even the people who once loved you and followed you didn't welcome you, are you embarrassed to say that you are the people's desire?"

"This descendant, what do you mean? Prince Qilian came back to King Qin, why are you sneering, why don't we welcome it?" the old man was a little unhappy, and asked at the moment when Ning Yue's voice landed.

"Then why don't you ask you, the Prince of Qilian, whether you are here to King Qin, or are you here to rebel?" Ning Yue put away her laughter and said lightly with a cold look in her eyes.

"What?" the old man's face changed drastically, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, "Prince Qilian, what did the descendant say...... But really?"

King Qilian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked around with a pair of somewhat unfamiliar eyes, "This king came to get back this king's things, are you still willing to follow this king or serve this king as the master?"

"Coax-" There was a coaxing sound, and dozens of old men and women turned their heads and ears one after another, and one by one they took a few steps back.

Xiao Tiegun's face flashed with disbelief struggle, and finally seemed to muster up courage, "Prince Qilian, the current emperor is a good emperor, since he ascended the throne, he has purged officials, encouraged agriculture, and made the people live and work in peace and contentment."

The emperor would rather throttle and open up the source than increase the agricultural endowment, that is, labor, and also chose the agricultural slack period. I still remember that when the emperor was the crown prince, it snowed a lot in the capital. Houses collapsed, and many people froze to death.

The emperor personally led people, digging people in the snow without sleep, and his voice was hoarse. The first emperor ordered someone to bring him back, and he said that the people were still waiting in the snow for the court to come to their rescue, and maybe one could be rescued soon. At that time, many people watched and cried......

Prince, oh no, Prince Qilian...... Didn't you voluntarily give up the throne back then? Didn't you proclaim yourself the king of Qilian and want to Yongzhen Liangzhou? Today, ...... Why did it suddenly ...... today? Suddenly came back?"

"Mo Wuxian is a good emperor, won't this king be a good emperor? You don't understand the things back then, forget it, there is no need to tell you these things, and you can't understand them. It is a pleasure to see you. But alas, you are no longer of the same heart as this king. Go back, since the court wants you to take refuge, take refuge!"

King Qilian put away his mind and once again returned to his previous indifference. But for some reason, Ning Yue looked at King Qilian's back, and it was not as straight as it was just now. Perhaps, these people can't cause any psychological burden on him, but the once proud people's aspirations have been shattered.

"The world is very peaceful, we are doing well, please ask King Qilian not to make any more troubles, okay?" an old man shouted sadly, kneeling straight in front of King Qilian. One person took the lead, everyone followed suit, and a group of old men and women were kneeling in the cold wind. Such a scene is so bleak that even the hard-hearted heart should be unbearable.

"You are doing well, but this king is having a bad time. This throne originally belonged to the king, and even if the king did not sit, the king's son should sit on it. You are content at this time, and you do not want to cause any more trouble, but it is not wrong for this king to take back what belongs to this king. ”

King Qilian waved his hand, and his eyes swept coldly over the people. In a trance, I seemed to see that fifty years ago, as soon as I appeared on the street, there would always be hundreds of people vying to bow first. The voice of Prince Qilian can be heard even in the palace.

"In that case...... Then ask Prince Qilian to kill us first! We don't want to see Prince Qilian, who was once beloved, become a thief now. Since you gave up the throne fifty years ago, why do you want to take it back now?" the little iron spear suddenly straightened up, and even the original hunchback seemed to disappear.

King Qilian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally swaying thoughts swayed a little. But the Xuanyin Sect Master behind him had a flickering eye, and suddenly laughed, "Okay, what a Mo Wuxian, this seat underestimated him."

Originally, I thought that the so-called trap was nothing more than knives, guns and sticks, but now it seems that Mo Wuxian's methods are much more clever than this seat thinks. Others killed, but he punished his heart. Old man, you are invincible in the world, are you going to be caught here?"

"Hmph, with the heart of a villain, the belly of a gentleman!" Ning Yue drank coldly, "It is precisely because your Xuanyin Sect Master is proud of being shameless and despicable, so the people in your eyes are all shameless and despicable. But what these old people said is not the truth? Shouldn't you answer that question?

I gave up 50 years ago, why do I want to go back now? If I want to go back today, why did I give up back then? Even if I have a last resort, is it still the time and the moment today?

Emperor Rongren ascended the throne and became emperor, and has been recognized by heaven and earth and the people. Since then, the throne has ceased to belong to you and should not belong to you. So, rebellion is rebellion, what to take back your own things, this, it doesn't belong to you in the first place-"

"Hmph-" King Qilian snorted coldly, took a step lightly, and his figure had already crossed the crowd and stood behind the crowd, "No matter what, there must be an end today, since the little emperor has already made a move, then the king will come and see, the destiny of heaven is yours or mine!"

The words landed, and the figure of King Qilian disappeared in front of him. Ning Yue's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly pulled Qian Duxue's figure and disappeared in place. Then the Xuanyin Sect Master and the Water Moon Palace Master also disappeared together, and the Ziyu Zhenren sang a trumpet, and his body also turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

The climate is slightly cool, and the clouds in the sky are like layers of fish scales. The Xuanwu Street in the capital leads directly to the Imperial Palace, and the corresponding palace gate is the Xuanwu Gate. The Xuanwu Gate was opened, and there were no guards at the door. King Qilian stepped through the Xuanwu Gate but stopped, because after the Xuanwu Gate, two people were already waiting early.

Mo Wuxian, who was dressed in a dragon robe, had a mirror on his head, standing proudly and exuding a surging momentum. Dressed in a green shirt and wearing a certain dogskin felt hat. The wrinkles on Zhuge Qing's face were deeper, but the momentum of his body was so heavy, as if Mount Tai was hanging above his head, exuding a strong coercion.

"That's good!" King Qilian said coldly, not at Mo Wuxian, but at Zhuge Qing on the side. With one's own strength, it is really not easy to have such profound cultivation at this age.

King Qilian has always thought that only qualifications can determine the end, and the three disciples he accepted are indeed qualified and peerless. However, when he saw Zhuge Qing, the consistent cognition in his heart was shaken. Because of Zhuge Qing in front of him, his root bones are not high. With the root bones alone, even the Xuanyin Sect Master could throw him ten streets. However, Zhuge Qing's cultivation was so profound, if there was no accident, he would definitely be able to take that step to achieve the realm of Dao in less than ten years.