Winning the Ding is both a preach, this is the statement given by the Immortal Master Pavilion, and many people believe that it is probably true.

As a result, those who are lucky enough to enter the experience in the Extreme Heaven will probably be confirmed on the path they are pursuing, and their future achievements will be higher.

But the Tao is asking, this is the statement given by Sedum, in which Su Daozhi naturally understands more, and now he is just a unicorn in the family of an ordinary official.

Outside spectators speculated about the identities of the babies who came out of the scene inside.

Who is that Jiang Liu'er? Which genius sedan chair will that beggar be? Which son of a rich merchant is the one he knows?

What's more, he has been in the Xuanmen Authentic Gate Sect since birth, is that newborn Gu Hanjun of the Immortal Master Pavilion? Which prince of a big country has a little prince born?

The child born to the peddler in the market is not an infinite future, and the little prince in the palace of the king of Chu!

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It has been four years since the Peak Daoist entered the Extreme Heaven Illusion Realm.

It's business as usual.

The little prince of Chu is already four years old, and he is really good-looking, but he rarely speaks, except when he has to.

The Emperor finally remembered this son, and occasionally came to see him after drinking.

But the little prince couldn't get close to the emperor, no matter how Mama taught, he was always silent in front of the emperor.

A lot of talk gradually spread in the palace and among the people.

Some people say that the little prince was born unwell, but he is afraid that he is a demented child, what is the use of being born so good-looking, and some people say that he is a freak.

There are also some people who think with malice that if he is not a prince, he is afraid that he will be raised by human traffickers from a young age, and then given to those officials to play with the rich.

One afternoon, the hall was very quiet, the little prince was taking a nap, and several palace maids were gossiping outside the window not far away, and naturally talked about those rumors.

Some palace maids feel that those rumors are facts.

The little prince looked a little stupid, often sitting alone in the imperial garden, and he didn't know what he was looking at or thinking.

Some palace maids completely disagree with this statement.

"Your Highness is very smart, when I was playing chess with Sister E, I was about to die, and His Highness helped me drop a piece when he passed by, and I was rescued. ”

"How old is Your Highness? And who saw him learn chess with his husband? ”

The palace maid looked around, chuckled and said, "If you're talking about King Jing's son, that's pretty much the same." ”

Listening to the name of King Jing's son, the eyes of several palace maids lit up.

Chu is not Qin, Zhao, and Qi have a strong military force, and the only one who can handle it is King Jing, who is stationed at the junction with the Three Kingdoms all year round.

It is said that the prince of Jing was born on the same day as the little prince, but the difference cannot be calculated.

That prince Bing Xue is smart, he can write poetry at a young age, he is especially good at chess, he treats people like a spring breeze, he seems to have Su Hui, and he is like an immortal descending to earth.

It is said that King Jing loves the prince very much, regards him as the pearl of his palm, and it is said that he even said a big rebellious word after a drunkenness.

"If it weren't for my infirmity, I would have been crowned by the Divine Messenger at the age of thirty. ”

Speaking of those rumors, the palace maids were very excited and a little regretful, thinking that if the prince of King Jing was not congenitally deficient, then it would be really perfect.

......

Sedum's sleep is practice, so he didn't really fall asleep, and listened to the conversation of the palace maid outside the window in the distance.

He knew that he had met the first of his kind in this world, but he was not sure who the prince of King Jing was? If it was the son of a prince, then at least it would be consistent with someone's identity in reality.

Of course, that son of the world is congenitally deficient, and it may be someone else, is it ......?

What kind of person will the Daoist reincarnate into after entering the Extreme Heaven Illusion Realm, he has already vaguely guessed the law, but who is it?

As for why the prince of King Jing was so unabashed, not worried about being discovered by other Taoists, it was actually very understandable.

Question: Trials are not as simple as fighting in the ring, they take a long time, and there are countless possibilities.

King Jing's son is the same as him, the conditions are too good, no matter how much he hides it, he will always enter the field of vision of other questioners.

No matter who he is, the sooner he reveals his identity, the greater the advantage he can gain.

Sedum knows that his identity can't be hidden, and sooner or later he will be known by others.

It's something that can't be avoided.

He didn't wait for Fang Yue's identity to come to him like King Jing's son, and Minglan would not take the initiative to find him.

The path he wants to take is different from that of other questioners, and the others are similar, and each person's way of asking questions is different, and the way of preaching is also different, and even the way to win the throne in the future cannot be thought of the same

Just like in reality, no one wants to agree.

It's not bad to reopen it once, so Sedum thought.

It turns out that the regrets and shortcomings of the past seem to be avoided by having the experience of two lives.

For example, you can't practice, although the aura here is not strong.

Being a prince is actually the same as being a prince, and Sedum is more experienced.

Therefore, there is no difficulty for him to adapt to the illusion in the Extreme Heaven Ding.

But he still noticed something was wrong.

One day he was in a daze in the imperial garden and saw two palace maids playing chess and helped drop a chess piece.

This is not to see the hunting heart, nor is it intended to promote his intelligence, it is completely a natural move of his subconscious.

Now he is an ordinary person, this kind of experience that he has not had for a long, long time, makes him seem to return to Dingnan City a long, long time ago, running around in the palace, for fear of being caught by his sister and going back to study, and then in the imperial garden, he saw two girls who were guessing boxing and stealing wine.

After dropping the chess piece, he remembered that this was not Dingnan City.

The royal palace here is not a royal palace either.

And when he was young and playful, he was taken away by Zhu Mingxu, who was playing chess, he saw his sister crying, Hong Zhao was crying, and his mother died that day.

Is this the impact of the polar environment? Everything is related?

Sedum understood something.

Since that day he has not played chess again.

It wasn't until that winter many years later that King Jing came to the capital in the snow.

King Jing's son Bingxue is smart, and Su Hui is born, but he is only four years old now, so naturally he will not go to the capital many years later.

There are still many things he can't do, such as making the prince completely obey his opinions, such as establishing his own spy organization and finding those who ask as soon as possible.

The gentleman had already left, and he sat in front of the window, writing to the falling snow.

His handwriting is already very good, not to mention children of the same age, even the masters in the palace are not better than him.

The gentleman was very satisfied and proud, and said many times that he would not have to practice so hard, but he did not listen, and still wrote a lot of big characters in the study every day.

Those seemingly unrelated words were some of the information he had written down, and no one but him could understand them.

It wasn't hard to find another Champion Asker, because the date of birth was the same, and he remembered everyone's little movements, looks, and habits.

His only concern was whether living in a fantasy world for a long time would have some kind of mental effect, and he would gradually forget something.

So he wrote down all the information, and of course he didn't forget to write down the most important things.

Who am I?

Where am I from?

What am I going to do here?

After writing those words on the paper, piled up seemingly randomly to the corner of the table, King Jing moved to the window with some difficulty, looking at the snowflakes.

Cangzhou is in the northernmost part of the Chu State, bordering the Zhao State and the Qin State, and the climate is cold, and it starts to snow very early.

There should have been a lot of Champion Questioners who had noticed him by now.

In a few years, there may be people who will come to Cangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of troops under the command of King Jing inside and outside Cangzhou.

It was the world that had now been woven into a great web, and he stood quietly in the middle of the net, waiting for those people to come, or to kill, or to form an alliance.

Some of the questioners who won the summit were like him, who didn't care about being found out at all, and must have the same thoughts as him.

For example, the little prince in the palace who is said to be an idiot.

The cold wind poured in from the window.

He coughed twice, took the blanket and put it on his lap, and looked at his face in the mirror with a satisfied smile.

The little boy in the mirror had thick eyebrows like a sword.

......

Among all the countries in the world, Qi is the weakest, and the people's lives are the poorest.

In particular, the villages near Zhangshui did not benefit from the water, but because of several floods in previous years, their family property was destroyed and never recovered.

There is a ditch in the field, just between two adjacent villages, and in the old year when there was a drought, this ditch must have been a key point for the two villages to fight for, and men with hoes could be seen everywhere.

Now there is no one at all by the ditch, only two children standing on either side.

The two children were about four or five years old, dressed in tatters, and looked like children of poor families.

They put their hands behind their backs, looked at the sun in the canal, did not talk, and did not throw stones at each other to play, which seemed a little old-fashioned.

"Are you saying the sun in this canal is real or fake?" said the kid from the East Village.

The Nishimura child said, "Then do you say that the sun in the sky is real or fake?"

The child from the East Village looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes and said, "I think it's just a bead." ”

The Nishimura kid said, "Dzi?"

There is a pole dzi hanging on the pole heaven ding, everyone can see it, it emits a soft white light, others only know that the ding is a baby, in fact, this bead is also a baby.

The two children glanced at each other, knowing each other's identities, a little excited and a little wary.

"Do you want to drink?" asked the Nishimura kid.

"It's especially drinkable. The East Village kid replied.

The Nishimura child's eyes lit up slightly and he asked, "What's your favorite appetizer?"

The Dongcun child said: "I like to eat fried soybeans with bean curd and eggs mixed with oil, what about you?"

The Nishimura kid said, "Red oil tofu with steamed buns. ”

The two children looked at each other and reached out to shake their hands across the ditch.

The child from the East Village was a little puzzled and said, "My luck has always been bad, but where is your luck? ”

The Nishimura kid sighed and said, "Don't mention it, but it's good luck to meet you." ”