When he saw me, he knew that Ni Dazhi looked at the master who disappeared through the clouds and sighed loudly, saying that he was going to step on that hurdle all day long, but this bull's nose was faster than himself, what is this called!

What is Daylift?

Binghe County, especially the soldiers and civilians near Shuanghe in Lou County, really knew that the old fairy of Yulin rushed into the sky in front of everyone's eyes, and it was so chic and elegant that people wanted to bow down when they saw it.

"Hey, the ones who shouldn't go are gone, the ones who should be left on the ground and don't move, what's this called!"

Ni Laohan looked at the big hole in the thick clouds, and said with a sigh, Ni Dazhi grinned, and looked at his own Lao Tzu with his uncles, there is something in this.

Seeing the big guys all looking at him, Ni Laohan, who knew that he had said the wrong thing, hurriedly waved his hand:

"It's not what you think, I mean, at such a critical juncture, the bull's nose shouldn't fly, you said that there are so many useless things on the ground, which one can't go up, but he is gone!"

「…… Dad, you might as well not explain!"

The imperial grandson Chu Zizhang knelt and kowtowed to the portrait of Daoist Yulin very seriously, and the eunuch and the princess were not reluctant at all, and their hearts were full of ecstasy.

Soaring in the day, this is a thing that only exists in mythological stories, and it is a great blessing to be able to enter such a sect!

"Your master is in a hurry, and he should tell you many things seriously, but now I can only tell you."

Ni Dazhi sighed, explained the rules of the sect in general, then took out a handful of Qingfeng and handed it to Chu Zizhang, and said with a smile:

"Men must be swordsman, our sect is only one person in each generation, and he has extraordinary abilities and can protect his own safety before he can go out alone."

"But it's not much use to you, studying hard is what you should do, and then you will have someone else to protect you."

"Master, what is the name of our sect?"

Chu Zizhang asked with some excitement, seeing the ancestor soar with his own eyes, he was really shocked.

"Just one word."

Ni Dazhi raised his fingers with a smile, and Chu Zizhang asked curiously:

"What words?"

"That's it, word!"

Ni Dazhi said in a heavy tone, the clever imperial grandson suddenly realized, the word sect, it sounds a little strange.

On this day, Ni Dazhi taught carefully, Chu Zizhang studied carefully, Binghe County released rumors, the imperial grandson was in the county, and the orthodox military and civilian ministers poured in.

Three months later, Binghe County gathered an army of 600,000 and set out for the Sang Kingdom.

After a year and two months of war, the number of Binghe soldiers has not decreased, but has increased to one million, Ni Laohan can't understand that Lao San's sentence is the power of orthodoxy, which makes him even more confused.

After thinking about it again and again, Ni Laohan dismissed the official and handed over the position to Ni Dazhi, in his own words, he didn't understand the fart, he was a clown sitting on that place, and everyone regarded him as a monkey!

Seeing that his father really didn't want to be the number one leader in Binghe County, Ni Dazhi didn't embarrass him, so he took it over and led the army to continue the battle.

Two years later, after a great war that shocked the world, annihilated the 800,000 troops sent by the Great Qin in one fell swoop, and the entire territory of the Sang Kingdom was collected and paid, and the twelve-year-old imperial grandson returned to the throne and became the emperor.

Ni Dazhi looked at the new emperor who was young, but the form was clear and not boring, and smiled, if nothing else, the people of Sang Country would finally be able to live peacefully.

After the ceremony, Ni Dazhi, who was named the king of Binghe County, returned with 400,000 old Binghe County soldiers, and the rest of the soldiers and horses were left to the imperial court.

The casualties of the two-year campaign are really not small, and it is time to live in peace.

The years are like a white horse, passing inadvertently, and it has been 15 years in a blink of an eye, and the Sang Kingdom has regained its vitality under the governance of the new emperor, and the light tax has stimulated the vitality of the country.

In only five years, the Sang Kingdom was restored to the state when the old emperor was still there, and the next ten years were known as Tianjing Dazhi.

The Mulberry country has developed at a speed beyond imagination, and the country is strong and the people are safe, which can be called the best period of the country for hundreds of years.

In the sixteenth year of the new calendar, Ni Dazhi, who was not confused and was moving towards the destiny of heaven, wore a purple python robe, rode a soap horse, and traveled alone

Capital.

One leg has crossed the threshold for more than ten years, but the other leg has never stepped over, even relatives and friends are a little anxious, and Ni Laohan, who was bald before leaving, frowned and said:

"Son, why haven't you ascended yet?"

"Xiuzhi's belly is angry, and she left seven treasures for our Ni family, you hurry up and chase your master, I'm still waiting to see the sun soar!"

Ni Dazhi was directly laughed at by his father, he had never seen such a disdain to see his son, urging him to let Feitian!

Ni Laosan explained with a smile:

"Back then, your master fooled your father into accepting you as an apprentice, using the words that this son was not a mortal, and one day it must be a person among the immortals, and your father has never forgotten it."

Well, it's a pee on mind.

"And, without you, many things can be done."

In this sentence, Ni Laosan said a little gloomy.

Ni Dazhi shook his head and looked at the tall capital tower in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.

Since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has never been here, and the two have exchanged letters.

For the first two years, it was once a month, then every month for three years, and after five years, the paper disappeared.

There has been no contact for ten years, and some time ago, there was a sudden holy decree to recruit the king of Binghe County to enter Beijing to discuss the matter, which came too suddenly, but it was also expected by the high-level of Binghe County.

With the growing national strength of the Sang Kingdom, rumors of cutting feudal domains have come and gone over the years.

After two years of the war to restore the country, the princes and uncles were swept away, and now the domain of the vassal king is only Binghe, who is it aimed at, you can know it when you think about it.

When he came, someone suggested that Ni Dazhi bring more soldiers and horses, but he refused, not only did he not bring soldiers and horses, but he also did not bring a personal guard, so he came alone.

Without the restraint of the guard of honor, he can see the scenery on the road thoroughly, and see the people smiling with plenty of food and clothing, Ni Dazhi feels that it is worth it.

The little girl who died in her arms must have been reincarnated and lived a happy life.

The city gate was opened, and countless soldiers poured out, and then more than ten officials walked out in all directions, looking at Ni Dazhi, who was alone, with disbelief on his face.

Although there were spies who came to report, they really couldn't imagine that a prince really didn't bring anyone into Beijing alone!

Looking at the people in front of him, they were all fresh faces, full of vitality, Ni Dazhi shook his head lightly.

Time flies, the ministers I interacted with back then are already old, and the court is no longer familiar to me.

Thousands of heavily armored iron guards, Ni Dazhi went straight into the imperial city, unstabbed in front of the Jinluan Palace, looked at the long-bearded man on the seat and chuckled, the child of the year is now a majestic man.

"King Binghe, why don't you kneel when you see the Holy One?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you have to follow the courtesy of the monarch and the minister, don't you have the heart of disobedience?"

Some courtiers scolded loudly, but Ni Dazhi ignored it, just looked at the man on the dragon chair, and the smile on his face faded.

The face is still familiar, but there is no closeness in the eyes, only high.

Ni Dazhi sighed, time has passed after all, and in the face of power, the feelings have passed.

Turning his head and looking at the officials who were standing old but wearing a two-poinsettia court uniform, Ni Dazhi asked softly:

"Sang Guoli, if it is not a big matter, the courtiers do not worship the monarch, and the elders do not worship the monarch, why should I kneel?"

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