Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's some kind of apocalypse, when Xia Sheng woke up from five hundred years and came to White Horse Town, it rained heavily in White Horse Town.

Now when he came to Luoyang, the capital of the Dajin Dynasty and the first male city in the world, the torrential rain came quietly again.

Passers-by were caught off guard and drenched in the soup, cursing the damn weather as they ran awkwardly through the rain.

Among them, there are also some people who are strolling leisurely, or using the qi of swords to control their bodies, or there are all kinds of spiritual martial arts, even if they stroll through the streets, there is not a drop of rain that can drip on their clothes.

As the main road connecting the city gate and the city center, Changle Street is still crowded with shops of various sizes even if the land price here is expensive.

In the face of this sudden rainstorm, business was naturally impossible, and at this time, the doors of all shops were blocked tightly, and they almost couldn't even penetrate the daylight.

Of course, the door was blocked by not a steady stream of guests, but all pedestrians who came to take shelter from the rain.

The shopkeepers were embarrassed to come forward to chase people, but they definitely didn't have a good face, rolling their eyes from time to time and muttering something softly, and they didn't have to listen to it to know that it wasn't a good thing.

And at this time, a somewhat eccentric teenager suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Boss Li of the Silk Village suddenly laughed and scolded: "Look, there's a fool over there, such a heavy rain is like a garden!"

Aunt Wang of the rouge shop glanced at it with slanted eyes, and said with experience: "If you don't have a sword on your body, it's naturally not a martial arts cultivation, and there is no flash of inspiration on your wrist, and it's definitely not a spiritual cultivation, does he really expect that broken umbrella to cover the rain?"

These words immediately provoked bursts of ridicule from everyone.

Luoyang City is the capital of Jinguo, but all the people who live here, either rich or expensive, so the security in the city is very strict, there is no flower building, there is no gambling house, and even the curfew is implemented at night, so people often say that there are only two kinds of people living in Luoyang.

One is a hard-working person who struggles to survive all day long in order to fill his stomach, and the other is a high-ranking official and noble person who is idle all day long.

Or to be more precise, the former is generally ordinary people, and the latter is often practitioners.

The huge disparity between the rich and the poor and the strict class gap are especially vividly reflected in Luoyang City.

Don't look at Boss Li and Aunt Wang on the surface, they look very beautiful, well-dressed, and have a shop of their own, but in fact they still belong to the hard-working people.

The simplest reason is because they are not practitioners.

The amount of taxes, money, food and clothing that they need to pay each month is enough to weigh them down, let alone anything else.

But hard-working people have a hard-working way of living, and they have long learned to find some fun from the bits and pieces of life, such as now, the boy who came from a distance in the rain has become their fun.

The boy looked like he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a set of old clothes that had been washed white, a pair of straw sandals that had long been soaked by the rain, and an oil-paper umbrella that looked like it was not worth two cents.

Unfortunately, the rain was too heavy, and the boy pressed the umbrella very low, so no one could see his appearance clearly, and he could only vaguely see that his figure was a little thin.

Aunt Wang was wrong, this young man had already stepped into the cultivation journey, but at this time, he did not use the sword qi or spiritual energy in his body to avoid the rain.

Because of this, his appearance of leisurely strolling is even more bizarre, making people wonder if there is something wrong with his brain that has been drenched in the rain.

Even the martial cultivators and spiritual cultivators who came and went on Changle Street couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

It's just that I really didn't find anything special about him.

The boy walked forward unhurriedly, his umbrella bones had been deformed by the terrifying rain bombs, and his trouser legs had already been wet with splashes, clinging to his skin, looking particularly embarrassed.

But the boy still went his own way, and he didn't seem to be worried about whether he would end up being a soup chicken, and he didn't care if he would have a fever and a cold afterwards.

His cadence was average, and the distance he took with each step was almost identical, as if measured with a ruler, but unfortunately not many people noticed such details.

From the gate of Luoyang City to the statue erected in the center of the city, he walked a total of half a pillar of incense, no more, no less.

Then he finally stopped and slowly lifted the edge of the umbrella.

A clear-eyed face was suddenly revealed.

There is a hint of childishness in his handsome features, his slightly thin lips do not make him look scathing, but rather give people a sense of gentleness, his fair skin lining his tall nose, and his eyebrows that seem to be smiling, all of which are not abrupt but just right.

But the most memorable thing is his eyes.

It is as deep as an abyss, and vast as an endless starry sky.

It makes people unconsciously indulge in it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves, and it seems that it is a great honor to take a second look.

Such a pair of eyes do not match the age of the teenager, or rather, it is too mature, like an old man who has gone through a hundred years of time, full of wisdom over the years, and indifferent to see through the world.

This person, of course, is Xia Sheng.

Fortunately, what is in front of Xia Sheng now is just a lifeless statue, so he will not be surprised by this.

Speaking of this humanoid statue, it can be regarded as Luoyang City, no, it should be said to be the most famous landscape in the entire Dajin Dynasty, because it is the founding emperor of the Dajin Dynasty, Emperor Jinwu, Zhao Shide.

Emperor Jinwu on the statue is dressed in dragon scale armor, and under the seat is Bai Ze, a divine beast of Jinguo, holding the reins in one hand and holding up the Dayu sword in the other, his eyes are slightly open angrily, and he roars loudly, which can be described as extraordinary momentum and radiant spirit.

The statue is ten zhang high, and the length and width of the base are five zhang each, which is magnificent and magnificent, overlooking all living beings.

The law clearly stipulates that no clay statue built by any person in any place can exceed this specification, even the golden body of the Buddha and the deity.

This is the treatment that Emperor Jinwu deserves.

Or from a certain point of view, Emperor Jinwu is the god in the hearts of the entire human race.

Because without him, there would be no current Dajin Dynasty, and even the entire human territory is still in an era of division and strife.

He is the greatest emperor in the 500-year history of mankind, and the most well-known hero, he has achieved the unification of the human world, and also laid the foundation for mankind to dominate the four seas of Kyushu.

Not one of them.

Even if the Dajin Dynasty has gone through four generations of monarchs and has stood in the wind and rain for a full five hundred years, the status of Emperor Taizu Zhao Shide has not been shaken.

No one dared to show disrespect to his reputation, not even the steppe people in the west, the barbarians in the north, or the demons in the South China Sea.

When Emperor Jinwu died three hundred and eighty-five years ago, he left the world with only awe.

Until this moment.

Until a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella came to his statue.

Xia Sheng sneered at the corner of his mouth, letting the rain slip down from the umbrella bone and soak the sleeve robe, he didn't care, with the dull sound of rain falling, he slowly opened his mouth, and then said four words.

"Fuck you. ”

Xia Sheng's voice was very soft, so light that only the statues of himself and Emperor Jinwu could hear, but the chill contained in it was colder than this rainstorm, and this short sentence was full of too many emotions, including disdain, contempt, contempt, and hatred.

But more than that, there is a long overdue hatred and resentment.

Xia Sheng's voice continued.

"I didn't expect you've been dead for almost four hundred years, and I'm alive again, and if possible, I wonder what the expression on your face would be like at this time. ”

"Will you repent? or will you weep bitterly and beg for my forgiveness? or will you run away with your tail between your legs? No, I don't think you will, you'll want to kill me again!"

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance. ”

Xia Sheng's face was very calm, with a smile on his lips, but the words he said made people's scalps tingle, it was hard to imagine that at his current age, how could he have such a grudge with the founding emperor of the Dajin Dynasty?

"That day, in Buzhou Mountain, when you led the ten Soul Breaking Realm powerhouses to besiege and kill me, you once asked me what the biggest secret in my heart was, and now, I will tell you. ”

The smile on Xia Sheng's face became brighter, and he said quietly: "I am immortal." ”

The sound of the fierce rain hit the oil-paper umbrella violently, deafening, as if trying to cover up the words spoken by the young man, and the color of the sky became darker than ink in an instant, as if some monster that violated the way of heaven was about to be born.

The wind was howling and the rain was falling like an arrow, but it couldn't make Xia Sheng's expression change in the slightest.

Five hundred years ago, in the eighth generation, as the most trusted good brother of Emperor Taizu, he assisted him to unify the country and level the four seas, and it can be said that he made great contributions to the establishment of the Dajin Dynasty, and made supreme meritorious deeds, but he could not retire after the success, and died in Buzhou Mountain with hatred.

His death has become the most puzzling mystery of the Dajin Dynasty, and there has been no judgment so far.

But what is unexpected is that after 500 years of death, he was reborn and returned!

Compared to Emperor Jinwu, he seems to be the one who has the last laugh.

But that's not enough.

Xia Sheng raised his head, looked at the lifelike eyes on the statue, and said solemnly: "Originally, for me, the story of the bird hiding the bow and the rabbit dying and the dog cooking was too old-fashioned and boring, so when I came back this time, I didn't plan to ask you for justice, after all, you are dead." ”

"But it seems that there is a destiny in the dark, and only your descendants are to blame, and they took the initiative to provoke me, and along the way, I finally heard what you did back then, it turned out that you refused to stop after my death, and actually ordered me to be punished by the ten clans......"

"Huh. Xia Sheng's laughter was very cold, his eyes were full of anger, and he continued: "If it is verified by me, my father was really taken away by that bullshit prince, no matter whether he lives or dies, this time, I will never let go of your Zhao family." ”

"My body is sixteen years old this year, that is to say, I can live for at least nine years in this life, please believe that after nine years, the dynasty you have established will be destroyed by my own hands, and the entire Zhao royal family, including you, will be left behind for ten thousand years. ”

"I never lied to you when you were alive, let alone made promises that you couldn't keep, and I still do. ”

After a pause, Xia Sheng finally added: "By the way, I forgot to say, my current name is Xia Sheng, Xia Sheng, who was born like a summer flower, I like this name very much." As the saying goes, flowers have a reblooming day, people are no longer young, the world is in a hurry, and life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, isn't it?"

After speaking, Xia Sheng bowed his head slightly, took half a step back, and at the same time, Ning Zheng and Bi Qingwen were also trotting all the way to follow.

"Young Master Xia, do you want to go to Shantang now?"

Xia Sheng turned his head, the edge of the umbrella hung slightly, just right to hide the indifference in his eyes, and smiled lightly: "Let's go." ”