"What?" Luo Chuan was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to ask such a question.

"When the two guys Zhen Hou Ye and the two guys staring at you like copper bells, do you have a kind of pleasure in your heart, 'Wow, Lao Tzu has finally turned over'?" The white-haired young man's eyebrows rose slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful arc.

Pleasure?

Hey, do I really have one?

Luo Chuan blinked his eyes, like a Mengtong who was suddenly named by Mr. Teaching, trying to search for the picture of that time in his mind.

To tell the truth, at that time, he was actually more like a frog thrown into boiling water, panicked and at a loss.

People like him have long been accustomed to playing tricks on other people's stages, and never expect to be applauded by the audience.

But suddenly, he was inexplicably pushed to the center of the stage, and he became the leading actor unprepared.

This caught him off guard, and his first instinct was to quickly find a crack in the ground to get into.

However, at the same time as being overwhelmed by the strong embarrassment of the tide, he was surprised to realize that deep in his heart, there was an unprecedented excitement and a hearty exhalation.

In the final analysis, every young person, no matter how poor or humble, always has some unrealistic fantasies hidden in his heart, and he longs to become extraordinary.

In the past, when I was in Yuwei Village, the boys would squat in groups with baskets on their backs and cut pigweed, giggling and chatting about the gossip of the village, arguing about which girl was the most beautiful.

The girls were weaving their veils by the river, sometimes bowing their heads and whispering, sometimes peeking at the boys who were busy in the fields, their faces flushed.

Only Luo Chuan was always alone, walking on the vast field with a sickle.

He fantasized more than once that maybe at some point, an immortal with a flying sword on his feet would descend from the sky, hold his hand tightly, his eyes shining with excitement, praise him as a rare cultivation wizard in a thousand years, and earnestly invite him to join the sect and inherit the Dao lineage.

At that time, those friends who used to regard him as a transparent person will turn their heads and look at him with amazement and envy.

However, many years have passed.

The imaginary immortal never appeared.

Instead, a group of thieves used a stolen carriage and four mules dressed as unicorns to help him get over his addiction to appearing in front of people.

Thinking of this, Luo Chuan nodded and said "um".

The white-haired young man suddenly burst out laughing, laughing uncontrollably, and his hearty and loud laughter echoed among the mountains for a long time.

"Do you want to know what's going on in the city right now?" Without waiting for Luo Chuan to answer, he said to himself: "The prime minister found that his carriage was gone, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and while severely reprimanding the family members in the house for not taking good care of them, he hurriedly sent people out to search.

"Then, when he found out that his precious carriage had been tied to four mules, he was even more angry......

Luo Chuan didn't know why the white-haired young man knew everything that was happening in Chaoyang City even though he was more than ten miles away.

He only felt that the white-haired young man at this moment was like a naughty boy who had not grown up, and he was triumphant about the success of his prank—he couldn't straighten up with a smile, and even covered his stomach, and it took a while before he gradually regained his composure.

"You just asked me why you arranged all this," the white-haired young man sat down on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling gently in the clouds, he patted the empty space beside him, and motioned for Luo Chuan to come and sit down, "Actually, the answer is very simple.

"Because when you passed under the Dragon's Back Mountain, I got a glimpse of your fate and found that you were destined for me.

"You and I are both the protagonists of this era.

"We are destined to work together to subvert this decaying world and create a new era together!"

In the historical materials written by literati and writers, the scene at this time may be recorded as follows:

"When the emperor was young, he was ambitious. When it comes to Luochuan, it is the saying: 'I and my son should work together to create a great foundation for thousands of generations.' When Luo Chuan heard his words, he was shocked by his king's spirit, so he was determined to be loyal, and later became the emperor's share. ”

However, in fact, Luo Chuan did not feel the so-called "king's spirit". He only felt that the person in front of him was really shameless—his ability to daydream was too much for him to match.

"Don't you believe we can do it?" As if sensing Luo Chuan's thoughts, the white-haired young man turned his head to look at him and smiled.

"No," Luo Chuan hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "The king will create a great career in the future, and I naturally firmly believe it." But how can a poor bastard like me, who has only a third-order bloodline potential, become the protagonist of this era? ”

"Poor young master, do you really think that a person's achievements in life are completely determined by his bloodline?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not," said the white-haired youth, his tone revealing an almost arrogant confidence, "at least, after you meet me, the bloodline will no longer be a shackle in your life." ”

He snapped his fingers as he spoke.

A three-dimensional star map appears in the dark night.

The stars in the picture are as dazzling as pearls, and the small ones are looming as fireflies. They follow the trajectory, running slowly, interpreting the oldest rhythm in the universe.

"This is what I realized a few years ago, the way of astrological destiny," only to hear the white-haired young man explain, "the fate of everyone in the world can actually correspond to the stars in the sky."

"I call it 'Destiny'.

"With the destiny as a bond, the practitioner has the ability to communicate with the stars and fate. Through the Natal Personality, the practitioner can draw power from the corresponding stars, thereby changing his or her qualifications and greatly improving the efficiency of his practice.

"In addition, when you enter the hall on the path of astrological destiny, you will also be able to deduce the fate of yourself and others with the help of the path of the stars."

Speaking of this, the white-haired young man straightened the messy hair on his sideburns and smiled slightly: "Poor little master, do you believe that before I opened up this new path, my bloodline potential was not much different from yours?" ”

Luo Chuan was skeptical and did not respond immediately.

The white-haired young man continued: "A few days ago, I pinched it casually and calculated a hexagram, hehe, guess what?

"I found out that you kid, like me, is also a wizard who cultivates the way of fate of the stars! If you are willing to embark on this Avenue of Stars with me, then the future achievements will not be comparable to ordinary people. ”

He spoke in a tone like a human trafficker, holding a tempting candy in his hand, trying to coax the child away with sweet words.

Luo Chuan was still silent.

He never left Fishtail Village until he was fifteen years old. His perception of the outside world is almost entirely pieced together by the words of his mother in his ear.

In her mouth, enrolling in school, becoming an official career, or joining the military like her father is the "right way" that can shine on the lintel and win the respect of the world.

And the bandits who fall into the grass are undoubtedly a bunch of morally corrupt and evil villains, like rats crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats.

If Luo Chuan really went astray and became one of them, then when his mother learned about it, she would definitely be so angry that she might even vomit blood and die on the spot.

Noticing Luo Chuan's tightly knit brows, the white-haired young man smiled and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"I understand, I'm afraid you have some contempt for us mountain bandits in your heart—"

"-I didn't!" Luo Chuan almost blurted out, denying it without thinking.

"—no," continued the white-haired youth, "but you dare not admit it before me.

"Do you think that we people know all day long that they are robbing homes and houses, oppressing the good, and are a group of outlaws who can't get on the stage.

"But have you ever wondered if we really want to be thieves from birth? Are we really willing to live a life of hiding in Tibet and being looked down upon? Doesn't our hearts yearn for the path of righteousness and righteousness? ”

Luo Chuan really didn't think about these problems.

In his cognition, the thieves in this world are born big bad guys, and they are naturally opposed to good people. They are like weeds in the field, stubble after stubble that emerges from the ground and never seems to be able to be eradicated.

The white-haired young man paused, and then said, "Many of the soldiers on our mountain were originally residents of Buling County at the foot of Longji Mountain. Last year, there was a rare drought, and the crops in the fields withered and the harvest was so dismal that even the rats hated it.

However, the government and the gang are like hungry wolves staring at fat, and the tax revenue has not only not been reduced by a slight, but has been forced more tightly. The residents of the county town were cornered and eventually forced to go up the mountain to become thieves.

"Another example is the brother who carried you up the mountain, the road name 'Tiankui'. He used to have a wife who was like a flower, but unfortunately he was occupied by the son of Wuzhou Thorn History. The guy bullied men and women, and did all the bad things, Tiankui's wife was humiliated, and chose to commit suicide in grief and anger.

In order to avenge his wife, Tiankui ambushed the evil young man on the way to the Qinglou, raised his knife in his hand, and slaughtered him neatly.

"Afterwards, in order to escape the pursuit of the government, he could only choose to go up the mountain and fight side by side with us."

The white-haired young man's words made Luo Chuan's head feel like a giant hammer had been hit, and the humming sound echoed in his ears for a long time.

The black and white world that Luo Chuan had believed in in the past seemed to be instantly destroyed by an invisible force at this moment, revealing the real, chaotic, and ever-changing gray that was originally hidden behind it.

He remembered that Wang Laohan in Yuwei Village liked to steal chickens and dogs and deceive his neighbors. If the pots and pans in the villagers' homes suddenly disappear, eighty percent of them can be found in his homes. When the villagers mentioned him, they all looked disdainful.

However, his mother accidentally mentioned that Wang Laohan was a hardworking and simple farmer when he was young. It's a pity that life is compelling, so he had to sell a few acres of his land to the rich man Lu, and since then the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and it has gradually become what it is now.

"In the past few days you have been in Chaoyang City, you must have seen the true face of this world clearly, right?" The white-haired young man continued, "Blood is supreme, and family lineage is respected.

"With power and power in hand, you can act arbitrarily and be a superior person.

"Otherwise, you are a weed on the side of the road, no one listens to your thoughts, no one cares about your life or death."

Luo Chuan nodded, deeply touched by this.

"That's why, Great King, you gathered these people in Longji Mountain and tried to ...... Well, to turn the world upside down? He asked.

The white-haired young man suddenly stood up and looked at the stars in the sky, his eyes revealing a sense of pride, as if he had become the master of the universe.

In the evening breeze, his clothes hunted.

I heard him say,

"A few years ago, I told Gongsun Hao that I have an ideal-

"I hope that every inch of land in the Lingxiao Realm will be free from oppression and war, and everyone will be able to eat and clothe themselves with their own hands and sweat.

"I hope that every monk in the world can break free from the shackles of blood, and only rely on their own struggle and perseverance to go further and fly higher on the journey of pursuing the avenue of heaven and earth.

"I want equal opportunities in the world, where everyone's will is respected, and the standard for judging a person is no longer their family background, but their character and ability.

"I hope that in this world, there will no longer be the dragon that is high up and looks down on all beings.

"If so, everyone in the world will be like a dragon."

The white-haired young man's tone of voice was actually very peaceful, and there was no impassioned or enthusiastic attitude.

However, Luo Chuan's heart beat faster involuntarily.

He deeply felt that there was an indescribable power contained in these seemingly simple words.

This kind of power, like a flood beast, once it breaks through the embankment, has the power to flood the entire world.

"Then what does Gongsun Hao think about this?" Luo Chuan pondered for a moment and asked.

He didn't ask the white-haired young man how he got acquainted with Gongsun Hao - in Luo Chuan's eyes, the white-haired young man had a mysterious origin, unfathomable strength, and was able to create his own set of cultivation methods, and he could also steal the prime minister's carriage out of the prime minister's mansion silently.

With such a person, it is naturally a normal thing to get acquainted with a proud son like Gongsun Hao.

Luo Chuan was just a little curious, Gongsun Hao, as the son-in-law of the Gongsun family, was undoubtedly the "dragon on top". Logically speaking, he should not agree with the ideas of the white-haired youth that go against his own interests.

"He shares the same ideals as me," the white-haired young man smiled, "but he doesn't agree with the way I achieve them."

Gongsun Hao felt that the power of the puppet was limited after all. With the help of his family background and spiritual qualifications, he should quickly rise to the top of the country and become a ruler with great power.

In doing so, he was able to mobilize the power of the entire country to initiate a profound change from the top down.

"However, I firmly believe that the world is terminally ill and there is no cure.

"Top-down reform will only end up in constant compromise.

"Only by completely turning it upside down from the ground up can we really change all that."

Speaking of this, he lowered his head and looked down at Luo Chuan, who was sitting at his feet: "Poor young master, have you considered whether to join us or not?" ”

Luo Chuan was still immersed in the statement of the white-haired young man just now, his heart was surging, and he had already sketched in his mind the picture of overturning the magnates who bullied him in Chaoyang City to the ground one by one.

But who knows, this white-haired young man's painting style has changed abruptly, and the topic has turned back to him.

"I ...... I ......"

"Don't forget, you owe me a bag of silver. I can't imagine any other way you can pay off this debt in your life than to work for me. ”

Mother is right, there are no benefits in the world for no reason, and everything owed has to be repaid.

Luo Chuan felt a regret in his heart, scolding and scolding, only hating himself for being obsessed with the ghost at the beginning, and he couldn't help but use the thief's money to bribe.

The result? Not only did he fail to enter the academy, but he also spent the rest of his life in it.

He was like a poor mountain hare, which used to be free and easy in the mountains, but from the moment he was robbed by the road, he had fallen into the net carefully woven by the hunters, and could never get out again.

He took a deep breath and slowly stood up, trying to keep his words flowing and not stammering due to nervousness: "My lord, I truly appreciate your ideals and am very willing to fight side by side with you. However, if I had chosen this path, my mother would have been so disappointed that she might have come here with a spatula to find me herself......"

"It's simple," the white-haired young man smiled, "I've stayed in the three major academies in Chaoyang City before, but I was swept away by them because of an argument with the teacher in class.

"I can make up a few stories of daily life in the college for you to use as fodder for you to write to your mother.

"I also have a long gown, headscarf, boots, paper and pencil issued by the three major academies, and you can send them to her to appease her heart.

"Even, even if you die in battle, I can imitate your handwriting and continue to ...... her"

"This ...... I'm afraid that's not right! ”

Luo Chuan has never lied to his mother since he was a child.

Just hearing that the white-haired young man's proposal had not been really implemented, it made him feel a sense of guilt for being a thief.

"Let me ask you, you have achieved nothing in Chaoyang City, and even your fiancée has been snatched away, do you dare to go back now and tell your mother truthfully?"

Luo Chuan shook his head involuntarily, with mixed feelings in his heart.

His mother might not have scolded him.

But he didn't dare to face his mother's disappointed eyes.

"Then you might as well stay on my mountain for a while, calm down and think about it, and you can also learn a little bit about my astrological destiny. After you have thought it through and made a decision, let me know. ”

Luo Chuan nodded almost without thinking and agreed to the white-haired youth's proposal.

At this moment, he was confused and in a dilemma.

He didn't dare to go home rashly, nor did he dare to set foot in Chaoyang City for half a step - the turmoil he had caused in the capital had not yet subsided, for fear that he would be recognized as soon as he appeared, attracting everyone to point fingers: "Look, isn't that the young master of Ziwei Pavilion?" Why is it here again? Could it be that the pavilion master felt that he had not experienced enough and sent him back? ”

Staying in Longji Mountain, for him at present, is indeed a way to escape from reality, which can make him temporarily put aside many troubles, and at the same time, he can also take a chance to see if the "way of astrological destiny" mentioned by the white-haired young man is as magical as he said.

He pondered for a moment, then took a deep look at the white-haired young man, and said in slightly clumsy words:

"Thank you, thank you for being willing to take me in, thank you for giving me silver, thank you for making a special trip to the Hou Mansion to pick me up...... No matter what others think of you, I firmly believe that you are a good person. Because since I came to Chaoyang City, you are the only one who looks up to me and is willing to talk to me......"

"Has anyone ever told you before that you're too stupid and not very good at complimenting people?" The white-haired young man interrupted him with a smile, "How can anyone only say 'good people' when they praise people?" Isn't this the same as saying that someone else is good for nothing and has nothing else to offer? ”

"I'm sorry." Luo Chuan immediately lowered his head and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"You should go through the history books more in the future and see what those ministers say flatteringly," the white-haired young man raised his chin and said with a radiant expression, "For example, just now, you should have said, 'Your Majesty, you are really a corporal of Lixian and thirsty for love, more than a step stronger than the domineering Emperor Zhaoguo, and this world is destined to be in your pocket......"

Luo Chuan let out a "hmm", trying to memorize what he said in his mind, and secretly thought to himself, it is really not easy to get along with such a narcissistic person in the future.

…………

The childishness on Luo Chuan's face suddenly disappeared, his face became more slender and long, and his hair changed from pitch black to gray and white. Although his face has no obvious wrinkles, it has weathered vicissitudes and a haggard that has not healed from serious injuries.

Gu Xu sat on the couch, looking at his face, and pulled his thoughts back to reality from Emperor Ziwei's memory.

I only heard Luo Chuan, who was unconscious, muttering to himself from time to time, dreaming again and again:

“…… The emperor is wise and powerful, wise and brave, powerful and powerful, overthrows the puppet dynasty, and unifies the country, which is the great cause of the millennium......"

“…… The benevolence of the emperor is like a spring breeze and rain, nourishing all the people......"

“…… The emperor's hard work, diligence and love for the people are really a blessing for all living beings in the great wilderness......"

“…… Emperor...... Now, Lao Chen, your teachings back then were not in vain, and your mouth is not stupid......"

Gu Xu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could clearly feel an invisible chain, connected to himself at one end and Luo Chuan at the other.

This chain stems from the authority of "dominion."

It is like an imprint engraved in the mind, which can influence the minds of subordinates and make them absolutely loyal to themselves.

This is also Gu Xu's biggest reliance for daring to pretend to be the real Ziwei Emperor.

He sighed softly, filled with emotion in his heart.

People will change after all.

When he was young, Emperor Ziwei once vowed to make "everyone like a dragon" in the world and "everyone's will be respected".

However, thousands of years later, the world is still high in the dragons, and all living beings are like grass mustard.

The boy who once firmly believed that he was a good man is now chained to his soul and cannot be freed.

It's not like it, juvenile travel.