Tang Qing was silent in the night for a long time, and finally went back.

In the palace where he had lived for sixteen years, he continued to be silent, ignoring anyone, just looking at the room full of books, nostalgic for those times in the past, imagining strange days in the future, and a little trance.

The candle flame in the room is still burning, and it may continue until dawn, and between the bright light and shadow, there are many thoughts of a prince and many feelings of the young man.

The maids were all waiting outside the palace, looking through the still open windows and doors, looking at the corner of the side face of His Royal Highness the prince in the palace, he always felt that he seemed to have changed.

But I can't put it into words.

It's a bit inexplicable, but it's real.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, and at the moment of dawn, there was not much noise.

For Tang Qing, a new day does not seem to be different from usual.

Only today, he's leaving.

Leave the Tang Kingdom and worship the world.

The wind was quiet, the weather was warmer, and the sun shone into the house, casting Tang Qing's shadow, a little lonely, as in the past sixteen years.

The scholar came here on time, his eyebrows and eyes were still the same, with a warm smile, he held a few books of the history of the Tang Kingdom in his hand, and said with a smile: "I wanted to take a few books to show you, but when I came here, I remembered that you were leaving today." ”

The voice was soft, as calm as ever, and I couldn't hear much emotion.

Tang Qing turned around, he hadn't slept all night, but he wasn't much tired, and the starlight in the depths of his eyes was bright, and he was even more energetic than before.

He also smiled: "I originally planned to say goodbye to Mr., but I didn't want you to come over first." ”

"It's said to be a parting, but in fact, it's just sending you out to practice, and young people will leave home one day in all likelihood, and they don't need too many pleasantries. ”

The scholar looked at Tang Qing, stared for a long time, and then said: "Within ten years, if you are not sure of becoming holy, the starlight in your body will recede, and the cold poison will erode again, and then you will come back, and I will continue to accompany you to study and keep you safe." ”

These words were simple and earnest, like chattering about homely things, but Tang Qing listened to them very unpleasantly.

He smiled bitterly: "If I can't come back in ten years, let me die outside." Tang Guo doesn't need me, a useless prince. ”

The boy is ambitious, with sighs.

The scholar shook his head, leaving a sigh.

The two of them suddenly fell silent, and there were maids inside and outside the palace who began to get busy, sorting out the many messes in the palace, and there were no extra people coming here between the flow of people.

Tang Qing opened his eyes and looked outside the palace, and suddenly said softly: "It seems that my mother will not come to see me off." ”

After a pause, he added, "Father will definitely not come." ”

The scholar walked up, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously, "Because they all know, I will come to see you off." Say goodbye to this matter, just keep it simple. Ten years later, if you come back, Emperor Tang and Queen Feng will be waiting for you on the holy tower of the Tang Kingdom and welcome you home. ”

Tang Qing stopped talking, glanced back at the palace, and began to leave.

The scholar quickly followed, not side by side, but just walking at a distance of one person, clinging to the shadow of the prince.

The maids stopped what they were doing, looked at the figure of His Royal Highness the Prince who was gradually moving away, and suddenly chose to kneel, like a pilgrimage.

Some people began to cry and watch a parting.

In the high pavilion of the Tang State Temple, the Phoenix Queen looked at the young man's back from a distance through the window, and tears rained down.

Emperor Tang gently put his arm around her shoulders and stared silently in the hall.

When the wind rose, the young man of Tang finally left.

For the sake of studying, for the sake of sanctification, for the sake of my own very bad life.

Tang Qing didn't know what the outside world was like, he had never been in contact with it, he had never faced it, and he had only gotten some loose understandings from books.

The scholar would definitely know, but His Royal Highness didn't plan to ask him.

This way of seeing off, from the palace in the depths of the Tang Kingdom to the gate of the city that was several feet high, he didn't say a word to the scholar again.

Less communication, perhaps less sadness.

What's more, he feels that Mr. has done too much for him, and there is a long way to go, and there is no reason for Mr. to take care of him all the time.

Tang Qing walked forward in silence, through the blue-brown streets of the Tang Kingdom's fiefdom, through the countless people who knelt down and wept, through the city gate that he had never set foot on, and walked straight onto an official road that stretched endlessly.

The official road was straight and narrow, its destination unknown, and it was submerged between the distant horizon, like a layer of fate foam, suspended under the empty and monotonous sky, guiding the young man into the world.

The scholar stopped in front of the city gate, looked at the young figure that was fading away, and sighed softly.

The green shirt is still the same, slightly white, with an ancient atmosphere.

The ancient book was slanted at his waist, still on the fixed page, as if it had been many years before.

The sunlight passed through the city gates and hid the scholar in shadow, as if shaping him into a statue.

The people kneeling on the streets of the Tang Kingdom watched the back of His Royal Highness the prince leave, and then kept looking at the high priest in front of the city gate.

Everyone knew that he would be there for ten years. Until the young man came back from cultivating.

......

The Tang State and the Middle Yuan of the Continent have a very wide territory and countless city-states.

From the main city stretched outward, I don't know tens of thousands of miles.

The moment Tang Qing stepped onto that official road, the news that His Royal Highness the Prince of Tang Kingdom had gone to the world spread like thunder throughout the entire continent.

Countless cities belonging to the Tang Kingdom are ready to greet them, about the rumored short-lived prince, not too many people have seen it, but no one dares to slack off, after all, he is the only son of the Tang Emperor and the only heir of the Tang Kingdom.

Who can know if he will really change his life against the sky and win a creation this time?

And outside the territory of the Tang Kingdom, in some places far away on the mainland, some people also knew the news.

To the east of the mainland, there is a sea.

The sea is boundless, and there are often huge waves, and once the tide is submerged, it will quickly swallow both sides and wash away much of the things on the shore.

Except, a grass house that floats and floats between the waves.

There was a Taoist living in the grass house, and for many years, he had stayed in the grass house to meditate and cultivate, and he had hardly come out.

Accompanied by him, in addition to the room full of Taoist books, a Taoist heart, there is only one young Taoist child.

This little Taoist boy is about ten years old, born delicate and lovely, his eyes are clear like the most precious pearl and jade under the sea, he follows the Taoist priest every day to recite books and cultivate the Tao, is to play with the swimming fish on the seaside, lively and lovely, delicate and agile as if he is a fairy family.

In the past, the little road boy could play on the beach until dark, and would return to the grass house very late.

But today, the Taoist priest who was contemplating in the grass house suddenly opened his eyes and looked very seriously in a certain direction, and then he quickly got up and came to both sides of the East China Sea, looking at the little Taoist boy who was floating between the waves with his ass pouting and a giant turtle playing hide and seek, shook his head lightly, and said, "You should go." ”

This sentence is a little inexplicable and very sudden.

When the little Taoist boy heard the voice of the Taoist priest, the immature smile on his face was instantly swept away, he drove away the giant turtle, and just floated lightly between the waves, and asked, "Master, has the time come?"

The Taoist priest nodded and said, "The Chosen One has set off, you find him as soon as possible, if you can, bring him back to me, but don't force it, just be happy." ”

Xiao Daotong nodded, his eyes were resolute and resolute, with a heart and attitude that did not belong to this age at all.

The Taoist priest was silent for a moment and continued: "This time, the other three saints must also have descendants into the world, you have to worry. ”

Xiao Daotong nodded again, and asked instead, "Where will he go?"

"I don't know. The Taoist priest sighed and said: "Emperor Tang's child, I am not qualified to calculate his fate, not to mention, he has a big man to protect him at all times, even I don't dare to make a mistake." ”

Xiao Daotong's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a condensed voice: "What kind of existence is that in the mouth of the saint?"

The Taoist priest looked up at the sky, as if recalling the piece of starlight he felt last night, and suddenly felt awe.

He sighed, "Perhaps, he is the real saint." ”

Very embarrassed, a little lonely.

This Dao Saint, who has been living in seclusion on both sides of the East China Sea since many years ago, has long stood at the pinnacle of the world, and every time he thinks of the hidden power in that starlight, he can't help but be amazed and even a little afraid.

It turns out that there is already another legend in the world.

The Taoist priest sighed, and then said, "The fate of the prince of the Tang Kingdom is changeable, and I can't see it clearly. But it is said that he likes to read very much, and this time he will visit the world, and he should go to the most suitable place for reading. ”

With that, he fell silent.

Xiao Daotong nodded for the third time, then turned around and took a deep look at Donghai.

Then he stepped and stepped on the waves, jumping and running like a fairy in the sea, and soon disappeared between the waves and disappeared without a trace.

The Taoist priest stayed on the shore, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he watched the little Taoist boy leave.

His breath gradually fell lonely, like this silent sea after the ebb tide.

At the same time, at the moment when Xiao Daotong left the East China Sea, a young figure as sharp as a sword walked out of the wilderness in the hills of Nanshan; in the temple of the Western Regions, a round, delicate and pleasing little novice stepped out of the Buddha hall; in the yellow sand of the Northern Desert, a cold young man who was full of evil qi and had blood in his eyes crawled out of the hell.

They go to the world, to the only one, and the purpose is direct. It's all for the child who lives in Zhongyuan on the mainland, walks out of the deep hall for the first time in sixteen years, and is the emperor of the Tang Kingdom.

Missed today, when the five most noble young people on this continent enter the WTO, no one knows what kind of magnificent wind and rain will be made in this world that has been quiet for many years. But there will be a lot of people looking forward to it.

And at this moment, Tang Qing is still walking on that long official road. In addition to what books to read first, I think about where to study.

That's a problem.