His eyes opened a line slightly, and he felt that the situation was very wrong, and the muscles in his body instantly tensed.

It was as if he had just been born and could not fully control every part of his body, and he felt incredible, even if he was so old that his blood and qi were decaying.

The tense body sensed something unusual, and there was a faint peeping, and the surrounding environment seemed to revolve around him, with a bit of solemnity.

What's going on?

Continuing to maintain this tense posture, his heart began to tremble slightly, and his originally muddy mind began to spin like a blender, and his thoughts began to gradually return to his body.

He began to wonder, what had he been through before?

Before......

The dusty memories in my mind were like a flood, and I found the hole of the broken embankment, and my brain rushed over.

Yes, before, he danced to the moon under the stars, and carried out an exciting and thrilling challenge.

Doom!

Cultivators, after experiencing many difficulties and dangers, and constantly striving bravely, as long as they have a heart for enlightenment, will choose to embark on an extremely dangerous path.

The blood is abundant, the Tao is profound, choose the auspicious day of the good day, and after having absolute certainty, the moon will trigger the heavenly tribulation, trying to pry open a gap in the heavenly way, so as to promote to a new realm.

Once the tribulation is successful, it will live for 10,000 years, and you can really sit and watch the rise and fall of civilization, the rise and fall of the gods, and you can determine the general trend of heaven and earth in a word.

What a leisurely and magnificent realm this is, like a fairy.

But the catastrophe is an extremely dangerous thing, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, the slightest carelessness, all the games are lost.

There is no turning back from the bow, and there has always been a catastrophe of the people, only success or failure, the success of the name of the eternal, the failure of the vanished.

Vanish......

I'm dead?!

At this moment, he finally realized this, and his tense body gradually relaxed, and his old and weak body made him extremely uncomfortable.

It's too weak, it's too weak.

Compared to the weakest mortal in memory, even the old man in his twilight years would not be so corrupt.

And this body, with a lack of origin, seems to have experienced extremely misery when it was young, and its body is covered with scars, which are slashed by inferior swords and weapons.

Such a body can actually be supported until now, what is it that insists on it?

Slowly, he opened his somewhat cloudy eyes, his gaze swept from near and far, sweeping the folds on the table, then sweeping over the trembling ministers kneeling on the ground, and then connecting the dark and oppressive sky outside the sky.

I'm ...... now

Zhu Yuanzhang!

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"Your Majesty......"

A sad cry brought back Zhu Yuanzhang's mind that was gradually moving away.

The decades of experience of this body have been diluted by the memories of 3,500 years of life, and have become somewhat chaotic.

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes and swept down.

Curled up on the ground, like a courtier of an old dog, full of fear.

Who is he?

The mortal brain is fragile and aging, unable to withstand the huge memories of more than three thousand years, and a lot of less important information has been swept into the garbage heap, making it difficult to recall.

Aside from a name, there doesn't seem to be much information.

After a short time, Zhu Yuanzhang let out an unexplained sigh.

Kneeling on the ground, trembling, Mao Xiang's body trembled suddenly, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and his head fell even lower.

The crown prince died of illness, and with such a news of a collapse, it is no wonder that His Majesty is difficult to accept.

At this moment, feeling His Majesty's calm posture, Mao Xiang's heart became more and more bottomless, countless thoughts were swirling in his mind, and he subconsciously even wrote a will.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, cleaned up the remaining memories in his mind, and finally found an instant message from the courtiers who were kneeling on the ground.

The crown prince died of illness this morning.

For some reason, seeing this information, Zhu Yuanzhang's old heart suddenly twitched, and a sense of sorrow instantly surged into his heart.

"The death of an heir is indeed unacceptable to mortals who have lived for less than a hundred years."

Zhu Yuanzhang murmured in his heart, watching Mao Xiang's demeanor and demeanor, and gradually realized in his heart that this incident not only broke this body, but also a terrible trauma that the empire could not accept.

He clearly felt the fear of the people around him, and tried to reduce his presence with the most humble gestures.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up slowly, his old body made him extremely uncomfortable, and there was still a little incoordination in his movements.

One step, two steps...... Soon, Zhu Yuanzhang adjusted his pace, brought this old body under control, and came to Mao Xiang.

The commander of the Jinyi guard made Mao Xiang sense that someone was approaching, and the slight shadow on the ground made him even more panicked, and he subconsciously buried his head lower, as if he was about to be buried in the floor tiles.

"Let's go."

A simple order, like a heavenly sound in Mao Xiang's ears, he breathed a sigh of relief, His Majesty was not carried away, and his life was saved for the time being.

"Yes."

Mao Xiang knelt on the ground and climbed back a few steps, only then did he dare to get up slowly, but his head was still lowered, looking at the ground, not daring to observe Zhu Yuanzhang's expression.

It wasn't until he withdrew from the hall that Mao Xiang felt the taste of life again, Rao had experienced strong winds and waves, and his back was soaked, and he was shivering.

The footsteps of the palace people were steady and vigorous, and the luxurious dragon chariot did not vibrate too much, and it rushed all the way, as if it was in the wind.

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, felt the weakness and decay of his body, and tried to communicate with the world.

For a moment, he opened his eyes faintly.

Heaven and earth are obscure, the reason does not make sense, as if it is suppressed by something, and the operation of the aura is extremely difficult, almost a pool of stagnant water.

What's even more terrifying is that he feels a very domineering and arrogant force in his body, hindering the entry of spiritual energy, from which he feels the root of worldly operation.

National Fortune!

The vast majority of a country's fortune weighed on his shoulders, so that he was completely unable to connect the heavens and the earth, and completely lost the opportunity to eat the spirit and replenish the qi.

If you want to embark on the path of cultivation again, you must completely remove the influence of the national fortune, and now you can't eat your spirit and replenish your qi, so you can only rely on your aging body to resist the erosion of time.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew in his heart that there was not much time left for him, and this body was on the verge of collapse.

By handing over the operation of the country to another person as soon as possible, he can completely unload his burden and have a glimpse of the avenue.

But now, the bearer of the national fortune who was once prepared has passed away, and the national fortune that was originally gradually transferred back to him has returned to him, and it will take more time and be more difficult to drive away.

"We need to find a new bearer."

This thought flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, and the old face suddenly felt a trace of coolness, and when he looked up, the rain was falling one after another.

It's raining......

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