The king of Beixiang took the first step into Anqing, destroyed the Yan clan, and also occupied the initiative in the matter of dividing the world.

The west returns to the northern desert, and the east returns to the north.

The northern desert tribes are unified, the country name is Xiao, the capital is Ximing, and the Beixiang continues the old times, with Xiang as the country name, and the capital is in Beijing.

That deep palace has now changed owners.

When Zhao Zhen, the king of Beixiang, entered the Huayang Palace, he set up the altar of heaven and earth, respected the heavens and became lucky, prayed for blessings to the heavens, and sat on the throne of the Son of Heaven.

After so many years of stalemate, although Beimang has risen, fortunately, it is a turn of the peak and a big scene.

Zhao Zhen, who is over half a hundred years old, can't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart, he never thought that he would be able to come here one day, and even become an injection here.

Thinking about meeting Yan Xun back then, it was still in its prime, and for more than 30 years, they became their own masters, but it was a pity that when they met again, they were already enemies of life and death.

"Yan Xun, Yan Xun, after all, this king is a step ahead."

Zhao Zhen stood on the top of the pavilion, looking at the capital, he smiled, and then walked into the hall behind him.

When the Daxiang officials were sorting out the old things left by Jing Shi, they found a large number of books in the library pavilion, probably because Emperor Jing could not take them with him when he fled south, so he stayed here.

Most of them are miscellaneous books, containing many things, in the third floor of the library pavilion, the historian found the history books that recorded the changes of the Dajing Dynasty, responded to them one by one, and then made modifications, and stored them in the library.

But when he saw the last one, the historian couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"This, who wrote this?"

The historian was shocked in his heart, and when he looked at it again, the content on the bamboo slip did not look new, as if it had been aged for a long time.

Since King Xiang entered the Grand Scene, the Library Pavilion has been sealed, and no one has ever entered here, so who will add these last ones?

"No, it's not a good time!"

The historian was shocked, and immediately handed the history book to the king.

Zhao Zhen was a little puzzled after reading the history book, so she asked, "Is there anything wrong with this history book?" ”

He didn't see anything wrong.

The historian trembled and said: "Back to the king, the traces of the engraving on it are not as recent, according to the minister's observation, I am afraid that these extra places, the time of the engraving is earlier than the time recorded on it, and the minister slightly estimates it, it may be ......."

"It may be a year earlier than the king attacks Anqing."

Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then picked up the history book and looked at it again.

The extra accounts that follow are indeed shallower than the previous ones.

Zhao Zhen thought in her heart, suddenly frowned, and whispered: "How can this be ......?"

If this is the case, as early as when he was not in charge of Dajing, some people had already expected everything that followed, Emperor Jing fled south, attacked Anqing with fire, and destroyed the country in Dajing, and everything clearly described the year, month and date.

This is a bit unbelievable.

He looked up at the historian, remained silent, and then asked him to step back.

After the historian stepped back, Zhao Zhen picked up the history book again and read it.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the contents of the history book, still a little reluctant to believe it.

"Someone."

Zhao Zhen said a word, and then called for someone to arrest the historians of Dajing for interrogation.

As a result, no one knows who added the content behind it.

After getting the confirmation, Zhao Zhen became more and more curious.

Later, he summoned Dajing's Si Tian Jian Zheng.

The old Xuantian knelt in the hall, his body trembled, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

"This king has heard that you know how to count the numbers, you can measure the heavens, and you can see the number of people's lives, and now this king has a page of books here, so you will calculate for me, who wrote the contents of this book."

Xuantian was stunned when he heard this, his voice was hoarse, and he said: "Your Majesty, poor Dao, poor Dao is not good at this technique, ...... Your Majesty."

He had indeed learned some of the art of contemplation from the Sword Immortal, but if it was anyone's author, he wouldn't know anything.

"You won't?"

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen said: "This king heard that you call yourself a hermit Dao Immortal, and the elixir is in the abdomen, which can help people live forever?" The words are so full, now you don't know how to do this little thing? ”

Xuantian was stunned in his heart, he knelt on the ground, and he was already frightened.

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly and said: "What kind of Dao Immortal, it was originally Demon Dao'er, you relied on the technique of poison pill to deceive Emperor Jing into a faint, how can there be the art of immortality in this world!" ”

"Drag it down, hang Dongshi, and storm the corpse for three days."

"This king wants to see who else dares to use the word immortality to coax the world!"

Zhao Zhen raised his hand and made a move, and then saw the guards in the palace step forward.

Xuantian panicked for a while, he saw the guard coming forward, he wanted to escape, but his legs trembled, and he couldn't stand up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there is really a technique of immortality in this world, and what the poor Dao said is true, Your Majesty!!"

"The king spares his life, the king ......"

Xuantian was dragged out of the main hall step by step.

Xuantian had no room for resistance, just when he was about to be dragged out of the main hall.

He thought of something in his heart, and suddenly said, "Poor Dao has seen an immortal!" ”

A shout came from the door of the temple.

Zhao Zhen, who was sitting in the hall, looked up after hearing this, thought for a while, and then raised his hand to signal.

The guard let go of his hand, and Xuantian broke free.

He quickly ran back to the hall and knelt down, dragged his legs and knelt forward two steps, and said: "Your Majesty, the master of the poor road has been friends with a gentleman, and in the years of the first century, the gentleman's appearance has not changed, his face is not old, but he is a true immortal person. ”

"If there is half a lie in the poor road, let the king deal with it!!"

The hall fell silent.

Zhao Zhen looked at the nondescript Taoist priest in front of him, if it was before, he would definitely not believe it, but when he saw this history book, he vaguely felt that the immortal immortal might not be fake.

Xuantian had already raised his heart to his throat, and he knelt in the hall, waiting for King Xiang to speak, which also determined whether he was dead or alive.

Zhao Zhen was silent for a long time, hesitated for a moment on the dragon chair in his hand, and asked, "What is the name of the gentleman in your mouth?" ”

When Xuantian saw Zhao Zhen asking, he immediately seized the opportunity and said anxiously: "The surname is Chen, his surname is Chen!" ”

"Where's the word?" Zhao Zhen asked.

Xuantian opened his mouth and said, "Poor Dao, poor Dao ......"

"Your Majesty, Poor Dao doesn't know what the word of that gentleman is, all along, Poor Dao has called that gentleman Mr. Chen, and his full name may only be known to the master of Poor Dao, but the master of Poor Dao died in his early years."

"That's right, that's right, that gentleman is always wearing a green shirt, and every time he comes to see the poor master, he will make a gourd of wine!"

"There has never been a half-sentence of falsehood in the poor road, the king is a clear guide."