The eighth portrait of Lingyan Pavilion is Wang Zhice.

People who know a little bit about history know very well that Wang Zhice is a real legend, he was born poor, has no cultivation qualifications, but can successfully enter the Tiandao Academy to study, in the Taizu years has been in the court as an ordinary scribe, until the age of forty suddenly enlightened overnight, starlight projection fell on the entire Chang'an City, directly from the marrow to the secluded, and then became a generation of strong people.

What's even more admirable is that Wang Zhice has studied the north and south, and is still good at military planning and formation, following His Majesty Taizong Xià several northern expeditions, and finally became the deputy commander of the coalition army, leading the army to break the main force of the demon clan, and even broke through the snow field with a fine horse, and killed at the foot of Helan Mountain, which is less than 800 miles away from the old snow city!

If only military merits are counted, or only the importance of the war that year, Wang Zhice is the most dazzling of those bright stars, and the only one who can be ranked alongside His Majesty Emperor Taizong. With his great merits, of course, he is qualified to rank eighth in the portrait of the heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, and even according to the people's opinion, he should be ranked higher, at least in the top three.

He ranked eighth in the Lingyan Pavilion, the reason is very simple, because his military exploits and status among the people are too high, and he has even reached the point of high merit and shocking the master, and more importantly, in the change of the Baicao Garden in the later years of His Majesty Taizu, he is not like Zhao Guogong, Chen Gong, Qin Chong, Amamiya and other people expressed their attitude in a timely manner, and firmly stood on the side of His Majesty Taizong, because of this, even if he made more meritorious achievements, he still could not get the absolute trust of His Majesty Taizong, and his loyalty was always suspected.

Standing in front of the portrait, looking at the middle-aged man with a jade ruler in his hand and a calm expression, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, and then continued to look at the portrait below.

Next, he saw the portraits of Qin Zhong and Yugong, these two gods and generals who served beside His Majesty Taizong back then, had the power of the world, and now they also have the name of the world, because now their portraits will be posted on the doors of both the palace and the people, and the portraits are exactly the same as the portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion.

These two gods will be like these former sages in the Lingyan Pavilion, they are still human beings, and they have become gods.

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Chen Changsheng's footsteps moved slowly, his eyes moved slowly, the jade-like torch was held tightly in his hand, the light and darkness on the gray wall changed slightly, and the people in the portrait seemed to have a lot more affection.

The people in these portraits are just like Wang Zhice, they are all legends of the year, each with its own legend - the atmosphere in the Lingyan Pavilion is very solemn and solemn, but the people in the portrait are not like this, they are different, some people seem very frivolous, such as the god general Cheng Mingjie, and some people are extremely strict and cold, such as Zheng Guogong.

It didn't take long for Chen Changsheng to finish reading the twenty-four portraits on the east wall, which were the first heroes to be rewarded when Emperor Taizong established the Lingyan Pavilion. Later, there were dozens of portraits, which were the heroes who entered the Lingyan Pavilion one after another during the reign of the first emperor and the holy queen Niangniang.

Chen Changsheng became more and more silent. From Taizu's rebellion to Taizong's reign to the throne of the Holy Empress Niangniang, many major events have happened in the long history of thousands of years, and these people in Lingyan Pavilion are all the people involved, they are the real big people in history, in other words, they are history.

Walking in the Lingyan Pavilion is walking in the long river of history. Those portraits have the vicissitudes of history, but also the heaviness of history, countless secrets disappear with the deceased, silent, but those secrets are in the middle, carrying countless earth-shattering pasts. If the sages in the portrait can come back to life, or leave some information for future generations to understand, scholars who study history will have no regrets.

After reading all the portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion, it took about half an hour for Chen Changsheng to walk back to the futon in the building, stand in place, and start thinking about some things.

A moment later, a bell rang, and it came from the ground, a little distant, so that it seemed extraordinarily quiet, but it only woke him up from his contemplation, and he could not meditate.

With this bell, the torch he had been holding in his hand was instantly extinguished, and the Lingyan Pavilion suddenly became pitch black, and there was not a trace of light seeping in through the cracks in those doors and windows.

Chen Changsheng looked around the darkness and understood something. The first place in the Great Dynasty Examination meditated in Lingyan Pavilion for a night, and the first thing to do was to keep the word. There are no external objects in the Lingyan Pavilion, the bell is quiet, and it is even more difficult to see at this time, except for sitting on the futon and thinking, there is nothing else to do.

The Great Zhou Dynasty hoped that these portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion and the initial breath could be close to the breath of the people who entered the pavilion to meditate until they were in tune, and firmly served the imperial family and the spiritual concept of serving the Holy Queen.

A few years ago, he was at the top of the Great Dynasty Examination, and he was not a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect but also a southerner, so he didn't have much sense of belonging to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and when he entered the pavilion, he was resistant to that powerful aura, so it was naturally difficult to solidify his spirit as the person who first designed this rule thought.

Chen Changsheng is a native of Zhou, and it is really possible to fulfill the original intention of the designer of the Great Dynasty Examination System, but he can enter the Lingyan Pavilion and cannot meditate at all, and his thoughts cannot fall on the future of the nation and the unity of the human world, but can only fall on a more subtle or private place.

Time passed slowly, silently, and still not a ray of light appeared.

Chen Changsheng did not sit on the futon and spend the night quietly like those previous top leaders, he untied the short sword from his waist, held the scabbard in his left hand, and stretched it into the air in front of him. In the Lingyan Pavilion, which was as dark as night, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he couldn't see the short sword, but since he left Xining Town, this short sword rarely left his side, and he was very familiar with it, raised his right hand, and accurately held the hilt of the sword.

The two hands slowly separated, but the short sword was not separated from the scabbard, and what he pulled out was not a sword, but a ball of light, just like the rising sun, and the Lingyan Pavilion was instantly illuminated.

A round pearl of the night appeared in the palm of his right hand.

The soft light illuminated the gray wall and the floor through the cracks of his fingers, and behind him, a long shadow dragged out, and the shadow faded away as the night pearl brightened.

He confirmed that the cracks in the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion would not let out light, so he was not worried.

Holding the pearl of the night, he walked towards the portraits.

Walking in the silent Lingyan Pavilion, the night was dispelled by the light in his palm, and the truth was gradually revealed. He looked at the people in the portrait and felt that the people in the portrait were looking at him.

He suppressed this strange feeling and came to the portrait of Wang Zhice again.

He held the short sword, pierced the sharp tip into the crack in the blue brick next to the portrait, and slowly but carefully moved forward, his hands holding the hilt trembling slightly, and his fingers turned white.