Mojia Village, a small mountain village that was once quiet and peaceful, is now empty, walking on the path, looking at the rows of dilapidated houses, Mo Xiaolou bowed his head and said nothing.

Finally, he came to the foot of the great locust tree, where he had witnessed the murder of the entire village, and the branches and leaves of the locust tree were still flourishing, but the people who listened to the story had disappeared, except for a large grave under the tree.

"All the villagers were killed that year, and I don't know who erected this tomb. ”

Walking quickly to the locust tree, Mo Xiaolou finally saw the inscription in front of the grave.

"The folks of Mojia Village are evergreen, and Mo Xiaolou is standing. ”

"This handwriting.... It turned out to be the master!"

The surging emotions could no longer be suppressed, Mo Xiaolou knelt down in front of the tombstone and cried bitterly.

It turned out that Zhao Yu had already helped Mo Xiaolou bury his relatives and set up a tombstone in his name, looking at the mottled moss on this stone tablet, it was obviously some years.

Placing the osmanthus cake in his hand in front of the grave, Mo Xiaolou kowtowed more than a dozen times in a row.

"Mother, this is your favorite osmanthus cake, I haven't seen it for seven years, and now the child has grown up. There are still some things to do at the moment, and after everything is understood, the child will return to Mojia Village and watch over his mother every day. ”

After cleaning up the surrounding wild grass, Mo Xiaolou raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and a moment later, a huge shadow appeared in the air, it was the black-ridged centipede.

Mo Xiaolou jumped onto its head, and after a gust of wind, the black-ridged centipede flew rapidly to the south.

Outside the city, there are thousands of miles of flags.

This ancient capital of the Song Kingdom has now been surrounded by the Northern Qi army.

Emperor Zhao Baichuan went into battle, stood on the city tower, and personally commanded the defensive battle of the imperial capital.

At this moment, a general covered with scars was supported and came to the front, knelt down, and wept bitterly.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are useless, now the Lychee Slope and Pigeon Ridge outside the city have fallen into the hands of the enemy, and the imperial capital has become a lonely city!"

Hearing this, Zhao Baichuan stumbled and almost couldn't stand, and the big eunuch Wang Kui behind him hurriedly helped him.

"I can't imagine that my thousand-year-old foundation of the Great Song Dynasty will be lost to me today!"

Zhao Baichuan pushed Wang Kui away, came to the city wall alone, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see the fertile fields for thousands of miles, the mountains are continuous, his expression showed a look of affection, and then, he suddenly turned to Wang Kui and said: "Spread my will, distribute the poisoned wine prepared before to the palace ladies and underage princes and princesses, and when the city is broken, they can cut it off on their own." ”

"Your Majesty!

Infected by Zhao Baichuan, everyone present had tears in their eyes, if Rongcheng fell today, they would never surrender and would definitely go with the emperor.

Just as the Northern Qi soldiers under the city were fantasizing about how to burn and loot, the sky suddenly darkened, and everyone couldn't help but look up, only to see a black centipede hundreds of meters long flying at high speed.

In the dust and smoke, a golden light lit up, followed by a loud sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

After a long while, the smoke and dust gradually cleared, and a black centipede the size of a mountain appeared outside the city wall, and above its head, a golden figure stood with its hands in its hands.

At this time, a deep ditch that stretched for several miles appeared on the ground at some point, isolating the army of Northern Qi from Rongcheng.

"It's ....... It's an immortal!"

Zhao Baichuan looked at Mo Xiaolou in shock, over the years, he learned from the secret report that every time there was a big war, there would be immortals who would appear and secretly help the Northern Qi, which was why the Song Kingdom had been defeated again and again.

"Whoever dares to cross this ditch one step in the Northern Qi army will end up like this mountain!"

Mo Xiaolou's voice echoed in the heavens and the earth, and tens of thousands of soldiers in Song and Qi were silent, their eyes staring at Mo Xiaolou.

A golden fist swung out from his right arm, hitting the mountain peak in the distance, and in the flash of golden light, a loud sound broke out between the heavens and the earth: "Boom~"

A large amount of rock began to fall off, and a moment later the hundred-meter-high peak collapsed with a bang.

In the face of this devastating power, mortals had no intention of resisting, and the Northern Qi army, which had always been overwhelming, began to retreat, and the men and horses in the rear were still unaware of the situation, so they were rushed by the front army, and were crushed and injured in a moment, and countless people were trampled to death.

"Immortals.. Actually helped us Song Guo?"

Zhao Baichuan looked up at Mo Xiaolou, the violent aura emanating from this person made him, the emperor of the world, also have the urge to bow down.

"Thank you Immortal Commander for relieving the siege of my capital, I don't know your old Gao surname?

Including Zhao Baichuan, the defenders of the Song State on the city wall had already knelt down in front of Mo Xiaolou.

Glancing at the direction of the Kuncang Mountain Range, Mo Xiaolou turned to face everyone and said lightly, "My name is Zhao Yu." ”

"It turns out that Shangxian is also surnamed Zhao, and our Song royal family ....... What the.... You said your name was Zhao Yu?"

Zhao Baichuan stared at Mo Xiaolou with wide eyes, although he was over half a hundred years old, his expression showed a childlike joy.

For hundreds of years, for the royal family of the Song Kingdom, the name Zhao Yu is the myth of everyone's childhood. Before becoming emperors, children would climb the high palace walls at night, look up at the starry sky, and imagine that they could also be like their ancestors, enter the fairy gate, and from then on crisscross the world.

Like Zhao Baichuan, after hearing Mo Xiaolou's words, the princes and generals present all showed excitement.

"Ah, it turns out that the legend is true! This person is our ancestor Zhao Yu!"

"Oh my God, there really are immortals in this world! I'm not dreaming......

After Zhao Baichuan kowtowed to Mo Xiaolou a few times in a row, he said solemnly: "Zhao Baichuan, the thirty-fifth monarch of the Song Kingdom, meet the old ancestor!"

At this time, all the soldiers of the Song army present followed the emperor to salute Mo Xiaolou, and the scene was spectacular.

"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be so cool in the mortal world, you kid is really good at playing!"

In his mind, Kun Yangzi was teasing Mo Xiaolou every day.

Ignoring Kunyangzi, Mo Xiaolou said to Zhao Baichuan: "Now that the siege of Rongcheng has been lifted, you organize the recovery of lost territory as soon as possible, rest assured, I believe that for a long time, the Northern Qi Dynasty has no intention of attacking, you have to manage the country well, and return the people of the Great Song Dynasty to a peaceful and prosperous era." ”

"Please rest assured ancestor! Baichuan must be diligent in political affairs, and vow to keep the foundation left by the ancestors!"

"Blackie, let's go. ”

Before everyone could react, the figure of the black-ridged centipede disappeared into the clouds.

Mo Xiaolou didn't know that according to his appearance, the craftsmen of the Song Kingdom carved a huge statue of 100 meters high, and for a long time afterward, the statue has been standing outside the city of Rong, accepting the worship of the people of the Song Kingdom. It's just that the stone tablet on the side is engraved with the words "Taizu Immortal Emperor Zhao Yu".