Chapter 1210 The Homeland Is Too Unbearable to Look Back

After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Heng walked slowly to the window, bathed in the clear light, and looked up at the cold moon, feeling desolate and confused.

Although he is now the heir to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his share of the power of all living beings is still greater than when Nan Mian proclaimed himself emperor, he is afraid that he will not be able to reach the supreme throne in his lifetime. He is at the top of the Heavenly Immortal Peak, only one step away from the legend. In the future, The realm is limitless. Unless something unexpected happens, life will be long, and I can never afford to wait. Secondly, even if there is an accident and Gao Lan's middle path collapses, I will not be the one to reach the great treasure, or even the one who is ranked first. Xiao Meng, at that time, the Emperor of Zhou could only choose the new master of Emperor Sword!

As for the Human Emperor Sword, I don't think a miracle will happen.

Therefore, my past ambitions and wishes are all in vain. Without these, what is the point of occupying an empty position and sharing the power of all living beings?

It's just a walking zombie!

Is it time to completely abandon the past and seek a new path?

But where is the future?

Zhao Heng asked himself over and over again, but he still had no answer.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw the cold moon sinking in the west, and an inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind:

"I wonder if the gods can see the same moonlight at this time?"

With this thought, he suddenly felt a strong sense of homesickness. The place that had carried his life for the past few decades was like a picture scroll, and scenes flashed in his mind: palaces, palaces, Prince Wei's Mansion, and streets and alleys... …

It's time to go back and take a look...

Look at the traces of the past, walk into memories, and find a new path!

After making the decision, Zhao Heng entered the Changle Palace at dawn and asked to see Gao Lan. He said that he had been away for many years and suddenly missed his hometown and wanted to return to the capital of gods to worship his ancestors.

Gao Lan looked at him with dark eyes, and nodded in agreement without asking any more questions.

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It was noon. Thousands of sails covered the sun on the canal, and hundreds of boats competed in the water. It was a lively and prosperous scene.

The city of Gods stands on the riverside, as huge as an ancient beast, majestic and far-reaching. Along both sides of the canal are houses built, row upon row, noisy and lively.

"The capital of the gods is still so magnificent..." Eunuch Hu Dou stood on the bow of the ship, one step behind Zhao Heng. Looking at the familiar scene, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's true that the tiger is sitting on the dragon's plate, swallowing the world with anger."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng sighed softly, as if he was back in his youth.

At that time, the gods were the center of the world, even better than Changle. Thousands of merchants came to court, and aristocratic families gathered together. They were really angry and dominated the north and south. The emperor's star shone high, and the majesty of the king made the strong and masters dare not cause trouble at will.

Although the form is still there, the energy has disappeared!

The building ship docked at the port. Zhao Heng led Hu Dou with his hands on his back, through the deep city gate hole, and passed through many years.

He was a great master, and it was impossible for him to find a person of high dharma to protect him when he went out, so he just took the eunuch Hu Dou who always followed him and went south in a low profile.

After entering the divine capital, Zhao Heng paused briefly before choosing a direction. Instead of going to the inner city, he traveled further and further into the countryside.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Hu Dou noticed that the scenery was becoming more and more familiar. His heart moved and he asked.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly: "Well, go there."

As he spoke, an extremely large garden appeared in front of him, with exotic flowers blooming and auspicious trees forming a forest. The river that ran through the capital of the gods was winding and looping here, showing off his beauty and beauty.

"Yulin Garden..." Hu Dou whispered the name of the garden.

This royal garden is known to the world because of the Qionghua Banquet that was once held here. At the banquet, the Yuan Emperor and the Demon Emperor and other influential figures in the world either shone brightly or came to prominence, writing a glorious page in the annals of history.

But for the Zhao family in the capital city, what is unforgettable is the hope and disappointment carried by the Qionghua Banquet.

With a flash of light, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou entered Yulin Garden. They saw many twists and turns of the river, leaving obvious traces. There was a large lake with sparkling water, and desolate scenery such as cracks could be seen around it.

Zhao Heng walked slowly, looking at these remnants carefully, with mixed feelings in his heart. Their appearance ruined the Zhao family's last chance to revive the divine capital!

I didn't realize it at the time, but in recent years I have become more and more aware that if the Qionghua Banquet had been successfully arranged at that time, without the "mythical" "Emperor of Heaven" Han Guang causing trouble, and without the mysterious figure who amplified the thunder, the Zhao family would have been able to With Dharmakaya figures suppressing and balancing the situation, we can catch up with the turbulent changes that will follow.

It's not that having the Dharmakaya can compete with Gao Lan, but with the Dharmakaya, it has shown enough value. The Jin Dynasty, which occupies such a wide territory in the real world, doesn't have big people to draw up the layout, so that it can gradually grow stronger and compete with Gao Lan.

It's a pity that the Zhao family in Shendu missed this best and last opportunity. To this day, it is irreversible.

"It would be great if we could really go back in time and rewrite this period of history..." Zhao Heng closed his eyes and breathed in the breeze by the river. The events of the Qionghua Banquet flowed through his mind one by one.

If you can't go back, you can't go back after all.

Next to him, Hu Dou left his hometown and became a guest in a foreign land. He was also deeply moved and sighed.

Zhao Heng opened his eyes, looked towards the inner city, sighed and said:

"Go back home."

The Prince of Wei's Mansion is located in Duozi Lane near the Imperial City. The environment is quiet and there are few cars and horses. Although no owner has lived there for many years, servants are always needed to clean it. It is lonely but clean.

Zhao Heng didn't say hello to anyone, walked directly through the courtyard and arrived at the study.

There are several bookshelves in the room, filled with books, and the desk is leaning against the window, reflecting the golden afternoon sun.

Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Heng seemed to see himself back then, a small figure sitting behind a desk, with a focused gaze, studying hard, day and night, leaving immature handwriting on every book.

Because he was born weak and could not practice martial arts, he was often ignored and despised. He was unwilling to accept this, so he could only study like crazy, hoping to gain the power to change his fate.

"The prince at that time showed his extraordinary qualities." Hu Dou seemed to understand what Zhao Heng was thinking, and seemed to recall the same scene, and couldn't help but say a word.

That's because when you are in a desperate situation, you can only grab every straw, no matter if it can save your life... Zhao Heng looked at the room on the left side of the study, now it is empty, without anything.

But many years ago, it was the place where I suffered, filled with furnaces, tripods, bottles and other things. In order to cure my congenital deficiency and practice martial arts, I searched for miraculous medical prescriptions and tried many methods, including acupuncture, steaming with medicine, boiling with elixir water, and all kinds of strange pills and decoctions. Every time I suffered great pain, it was worse than death. If it weren't for the masters in the mansion protecting my heart with internal energy and the imperial doctors on standby, I would have died early...

In such an experience, I slowly formed my ambitions. After receiving the six medical treatments, I moved forward step by step towards my ideal and had my own path.

I was so hardworking, so unwilling, and so tormented. I never thought of giving up even though I was self-abusing. I lived a life of half-life.

Zhao Heng quietly looked at the "self" in the past, as if he had turned into a clay sculpture puppet. Unknowingly, the sun set in the west and the sunset danced in the sky.

He sighed again, turned around and left the Prince of Wei's mansion, and walked towards the imperial city.

Since the surrender of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Imperial City of the Divine Capital has been divided into two parts, one for the Zhao family and the other for the garrison.

As soon as they approached the garrison, a middle-aged man with gray hair came out and said with a bow:

"The garrison of the Divine Capital Qian Qian pays homage to the King of Jin."

"Qian Qian?" Zhao Heng looked at the Grandmaster and felt that he sounded familiar.

Qian Qian smiled and said, "Because of the Immortal Master Yuanhuang, my name is often mentioned by the world."

"It's you!" Zhao Heng nodded and remembered who it was.

It is said that when Xiao Meng first entered the Divine Capital, he lived in Antai Tower. Qian Qian, a master of the "Heaven and Man in One" martial arts hall, challenged him at night and was defeated with one sword, but was reminded that "the road is under your feet". After that, he had a great enlightenment, defeated his inner demons, left the Divine Capital, measured his own path step by step, and finally promoted perfectly. Now he is a Grandmaster and became the garrison of the Divine Capital two years ago.

After a few pleasantries, Qian Qian led them inside. The palaces and pavilions were all around, full of Zhao Heng's familiar scenes and past memories.

"Qian Liushou, I was moved by the scene and wanted to walk around in the Liushou Mansion." Zhao Heng said.

Qian Qian did not refuse, and smiled, "Your Highness, please feel free."

After thanking them, Zhao Heng and Hu Dou walked deep into the Liushou Mansion. At this time, the night was deep, the palace was quiet, and the cool breeze was creepy.

Walking slowly in the slightly gloomy palace, Zhao Heng fell into a long silence. Hu Dou did not dare to say much and accompanied him quietly.

Unknowingly, they stopped in front of a palace, which was filled with gloom and cold.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, exhaled, and sent a voice to Hu Dou:

"After returning to the Great Zhou, the King of Qin did not go north and tried to break through again, but unfortunately failed. The foundation was damaged and it was difficult to make up for it. He died here in depression."

The King of Qin once made such a powerless and desperate struggle.

Hu Dou suddenly felt depressed and didn't know how to answer. He followed Zhao Heng into the palace.

As soon as they opened the door, their eyes lit up at the same time, because a man in a wide robe and big sleeves stood opposite them inside the palace. He had black hair and a wooden hairpin, looking at the cold and bright moon outside the window.

"Magic Master!" Zhao Heng blurted out.

Han Guang turned around leisurely, looked at him with a smile and said:

"I finally waited for you to come back."

Originally, it was said that there would be three chapters tomorrow, but some things had to be postponed for one day.