King's Feast

"I would like to ask you here: Do you have any unsettled matters?"

"May I continue to protect your descendants?"

……

When Wu Zhao woke up in his Hall of Valor, the false sun formed by spiritual power had already hung high in the sky, and the pale golden sunlight filled the Hall of Valor.

Subtle noises came from the hall, and after careful identification, it seemed that Shangguan Wan'er's voice was also mixed in.

She got up from the soft bed, and her gorgeous long dress, as smooth as water, dragged across the shiny ground.

"Since Wan'er is here, why are you still making such noise?" Wu Zhao murmured in a low voice, frowning in confusion, and stretched out her hand to push open the heavy door of the main hall.

The beauty frowned, like a peony falling in mist, it was breathtaking.

Hearing the voice, Shangguan Wan'er, who turned her head to look at Wu Zhao, as an attendant, even though she had been with Wu Zhao for endless time, she couldn't help but be amazed by the gorgeous and unique face of the empress who came back against the light.

Her heart was touched, and she unconsciously held her breath.

It took a long time to react, and hastily bowed to Wu Zhao.

"His Majesty……"

Strictly speaking, Heroic Spirits who have already left the human category do not need food and sleep.As long as the 'center' does not stop operating for a day and supplies spiritual power to the heroic spirit normally, the heroic spirit will not be destroyed for a day.

But Wu Zhao is obviously not willing to treat his character badly. Regardless of food, clothing, housing and transportation, it is just like the luxury and beauty of Emperor Wu of the prosperous Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago.

The Secretariat has always tried its best to meet the needs of the heroic spirits. Anyway, no matter what they enjoy, it is just a matter of spiritual power supply.

It doesn't waste people's money or affect the world, so why treat the heroic spirits harshly?

Only Wei Zheng, every time he met Wu Zhao in the Hall of All Souls, would bluntly accuse her.

The adult Wei Zheng is tall and tall. Although he looks handsome, he has a serious and stern face all the year round, like an unshakable mountain rock.

Coupled with the fierce hawk standing on his shoulders all the time, his image is even more fierce and terrifying.

Even frightened and cried many timid heroic spirits.

But for Wu Zhao, when Wei Zheng insisted on admonishing her, she would only do one thing—rolling her eyes and turning away resolutely, leaving the situation to Qing Ya to handle.

Courtier, that's how it should be used, isn't it?

Green Cliff: QAQ

As a result, the two of them, who couldn't convince the other, fell into the vicious circle of "you chase me, and I'll chase you".After a long time, it has become a special attraction of the Secretariat.

Occasionally, the spiritual practitioners who came back from the world to deal with affairs encountered this scene and would ask a few questions curiously, but the heroic spirits and spiritual practitioners in the secretariat have long been used to it.

Even with the supply and approval of the Wu Zhao Heroic Hall handed over to Qing Ya, he simply bypassed Wei Zheng's review and directly agreed--Wei Zheng is angry?Then let him talk to the Empress himself!

Anyway, these little people like them can't handle this kind of difficult problem.

Therefore, the Hall of Valor that exists for Wu Zhao and belongs exclusively to her is as majestic and gorgeous as the prosperous Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago.

At this time, Wu Zhao, who had just woken up from a deep sleep, still had a laziness that had not dissipated.

She folded her arms around her chest, leaning her slender body halfway against the door, and lazily raised her eyes to see the busy scene in the main hall, she couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Why, is this my Great Tang's restoration? Why are there so many people here?"

"Whoa!"

Hearing Wu Zhao's inquiry, a head popped out of the mountain of documents.What followed was a pile of documents that collapsed because of his actions.

Qing Ya had a head with messy hair and turbulent blue eyes, and his blue eyes were erratic and tired.

"Your Majesty~~" Qing Ya almost burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth: "You have been sleeping for decades, so of course you don't know how hard I have been through recently. I have been busy for several years in order to sort out documents and deliver congratulatory messages. woo woo woo..."

The Hall of All Souls is located at the end of all time and space in the Eastern Land, and exists independently of this world.

The huge and precise 'center' is running non-stop, supporting the entire Hall of All Souls suspended in the endless and boundless sky.Apart from spiritual power, there are no other interfering factors.

Therefore, inside the Hall of Souls, time and space are not rigorous and authoritative.

Here, the monolinear time, feared and revered by human beings, is often in a state of chaos and disorder.The unchangeable space is just a matter of heart.

Even in the respective halls of the heroic spirits, as long as the heroic spirits are willing, they can freely manipulate time and space.

——It’s not that there are no heroic spirits who have moved the entire starry universe into their own Hall of Valor.

Or some heroic spirits simply let hundreds of millions of timelines entangle/entangle in their own Hall of Valor.

If anyone stepped in unprepared, he would probably step into the turbulent flow of time divided into chaos, and "enjoy" the exciting sensory experience of opening a space battleship in the Ice Age.

Therefore, as long as Wu Zhao wants to, she can even sleep for 3000 years.

But she looked at Qing Ya's obvious dark circles and moved her lips, but she still didn't express her willful true thoughts.

Obviously, compared to her sincere explanation that she has no problem doing so, what Qing Ya wants more is to find someone to complain about.

Wu Zhao turned his head and looked at Bai Lu who was quietly and quickly processing the documents under his command: "So, Qing Ya went crazy again because his salary was deducted?"

Bailu raised his clear blue eyes, showing a little joy: "No, it's just...Your Majesty, do you still remember that you attended the annual banquet of the Hall of All Souls before, and many heroic spirits of the doctors were not there?"

Wu Zhao stroked his chin and thought for a while before digging out this memory in the depths of his brain that had been relaxed for decades.

She nodded: "It's true that there is such a thing. So, because Qing Ya's salary was deducted into a negative amount, she had to handle the work for the secretariat, and started working part-time to pay off the debt?"

Bailu shook his head with a smile, his usually cold blue eyes jumped with anticipation.

"A new heroic spirit is coming to the Hall of All Souls. Those healing heroic spirits will return this time, not only themselves, but also with new heroic spirits. Therefore, every Hall of Valor is preparing congratulatory messages."

"And the most important thing is that this time the new heroic spirit does not come after waking up. Instead, it ascends directly to the Hall of All Souls on the current timeline."

"Because of this, the secretariat is revising some rules and requires each Hall of Valor to submit suggestions and plans, so during this period of time, not only that guy Qingya, but all the spiritual practitioners who serve the spirits in the Hall of Valor are the same..."

Wu Zhao was startled, she no longer remembers what Bailu said later.

She turned and left the busy main hall.

Under the corridor, thousands of peonies are blooming like weeping blood, until the end of the sky.

Wu Zhao gathered up her long skirt and sat down beside the flourishing peony.

The heroic spirits who ascended to the Hall of All Souls directly from the present world are different from the heroic spirits who wake up and come to the Hall of All Souls.

To put it simply, heroic spirits like her are people who are famous in life and immortal in death.

Because the people continue to tell their real names and legends, they have accumulated huge spiritual power enough to build their bodies and support their will, and they have the most basic spiritual base to become a heroic spirit, so they will be greeted by the "central" inquiry in their deep sleep .

If you are willing to wake up and continue to protect something—whether it is territory, people, rights, or a specific person, or even a poem or a flower, as long as you have the will to protect it, you will be "centered" 'The judgment is successful.Then, descend to the Hall of Souls.

Strength and will are indispensable.

In the long and chaotic time of the Hall of All Souls, it is not that there are no heroic spirits who obviously have strong spiritual power and the strong will of the people, but refuse to wake up because they do not want to.

Representatives among them, such as Di Xin.

This well-deserved emperor, who was misunderstood and abused by the public because of the falsified history to smear his image, has already been completely heartbroken.

Even if the spiritual cultivator has already transformed into form and is ready to welcome him, even if the "central" asks regularly every year, he refuses to come.

But this is not the case for the heroic spirits who were directly promoted to the Hall of All Souls.

Their presence is both a matter of joy and sorrow.

Being able to directly ascend to the Hall of All Souls means that the heroic spirit has accumulated enough merits before he was alive.It is also necessary to have a stronger and firmer belief in guardianship, even until the moment before death, and the second after death, if you still do not give up the willingness to protect, you will receive an inquiry from the "central".

And after agreeing, go straight to the Hall of All Souls.

Their real names and stories are not modified by legends, but are the original truth.Sealed by the records of the 'central', it will be alive forever, and it will be a complete self.

"Without any distortion and modification, without any adulteration and modification, it comes with blessings and tears."

Wu Zhao sighed a long time, "That's great."

She suddenly remembered the New Year's banquet that Bai Lu mentioned.

Although the time and space of the Hall of Souls are intricate and not a single line, the Secretariat has never been ambiguous about the imprinting and recording of the new calendar year.

The ebb and flow of spiritual power has its own rules, and the rocks still stand as the stars move.

On this day of the annual banquet, the secretariat will do its best to ensure that the heroic spirits are present to attend the annual banquet of the Hall of Souls.

Even Wu Zhao, who never liked to leave the Hall of Valor, would attend the annual banquet.

But this time, there is an exception.

There was a lot of voices at the New Year's banquet, and the acquaintances exchanged cups and chatted with each other.There are also vengeful heroic spirits who can still lock on each other at a glance in the midst of crowds, and attack each other at the slightest disagreement, killing red eyes and even falling down the house.

The spiritual practitioners didn't bother to care about it, they just waved their hands to restore the scene that had been destroyed to a mess in an instant, and then turned their heads and left.

In the midst of the bustle, Wu Zhao lazily leaned against the soft pillow and the beauties, already slightly drunk with a wine glass in hand.

But those bright eyes were always sober.

She scanned the audience and keenly noticed the absence of some heroic spirits.

"Isn't it right? I knew you could do it, it's you." Accompanied by intermittent drums/applause, the young man's refreshing voice sighed from far to near.

Wu Zhao tilted his head, and saw Yuan Tiangang, who looked handsome, with long hair like a waterfall, walking towards her with a mysterious aura, as if he was riding a long wind and huge waves.

Yuan Tiangang didn't speak, but just glanced at the beauty sitting next to Wu Zhao.

Li Qingzhao, who received his arrogant look, rolled her eyes gracefully, raised her slender hands to tidy up her slightly messy temple hair, and then got up and left gracefully.

Like a wisp of smoke that can dissipate at any time.

Yuan Tiangang sat down on Xuanruan's pillow and cushion indifferently. His young body wrapped in a purple robe hanging down to the ground was so slender that it almost weighed nothing.

Even though he sat down intentionally and rudely, Wu Zhao could only feel a slight tremor from the soft sofa cushions.

"Don't pretend to be mysterious, just tell me, what do you see?" It wasn't the first time Wu Zhao had met Yuan Tiangang, and he knew his personality of being secretive.

If he follows his rhythm, he can talk about a trivial matter for ten or eight years, and the tricks will not be repeated.

Yuan Tiangang pursed his lips, as if he came to share a detective novel with great interest, but was directly punctured "the murderer is him" on the first page, which made people lose interest.

He gave Wu Zhao an aggrieved look, then lifted his exquisite jaw noblely, and pointed to the screen under the bamboo forest not far away.

In front of the screen, the seats are almost empty, and there are only a few heroes.

But in the past, it was the busiest place.

A group of heroic spirits came and went, arguing endlessly, and finally, blushing and thick-necked, they clapped the table, pointed at each other and yelled, and even raised their hands in disregard of the gentleness.

Although the heroic spirits of the literary department are not strong in combat, they will not move mountains and seas, and smash the ground.But compared to fighting with the heroic spirits of the martial arts department, other heroic spirits are more reluctant to approach.

——As long as those of the martial arts department are not used to it, they can directly raise their swords and sharpen their palms.But this group of heroic spirits of the literary department, they will fight and curse!He will also say something they don't understand, causing the heroic spirit to collapse directly!

What "Hey! Eat me a moon-watching sand!" "Bah! You only eat night bright sand, go you little old man!"

What else is there "Quack doctor! Is herbal medicine used that way?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a long list of incomprehensible technical terms, plus dry and wet ones that were somewhat cooked and somewhat raw...

There is also the heroic spirit who is holding a golden needle that is shining with cold light in his emotional hand to attack the opponent, but the opponent is not to be outdone and takes out the medicine pestle.

And the Heroic Spirits surrounding the outermost usually pull a certain Heroic Spirit helplessly.

"Teacher, teacher! Forget it, his method is actually correct.", "Master Patriarch! No way! The other side won't turn their mouths and eyes when you give this needle!", "It's also for helping the world. Why are you still fighting?" "It's an insult to the gentleman! It's an insult to the gentleman!"...

Then it is impossible to say which sentence the other party said is not right, and the heroic spirit who was trying to persuade the fight will also be irritated, and then rolled up his sleeves and joined the battle.

"Medical skills are for saving lives! How can we tolerate mistakes!"

"Who is not authentic?? My acupuncture can't be better!!!"

"Fart!! This situation should use my prescription!! Teacher, what do you think?...Fart!! Teacher, you are wrong!!"

"Sweet! What's the point of being gentle!"

"People are about to be put to death, what do you want to be gentle!! Quack doctors, all quack doctors!"

"Communicate well, here, sit down and communicate well..."

……

Before the heroic spirits approached, there was a sense of fear of being dominated by super-class knowledge beyond the scope of knowledge.Hurry up and run far away, walking around a large group of literary spirits who are arguing.

This scene, which I saw every time, suddenly disappeared this year.Not only a certain heroic spirit, but all the heroic spirits who would gather under the screen next to the bamboo forest did not attend the annual feast.

Wu Zhao lowered his eyelashes as long as wings, recalling the excitement of the past, and quietly watched the unusual silence.

Yuan Tiangang smiled and winked at her: "My spiritual practitioner happened to hear it when he went to the secretariat to do some business."

"The fire disaster in this world, those doctors and heroic spirits are worried. A while ago, they directly submitted an application to the secretariat to go to this world."

"Although Heroic Spirits are worried about the impact on the world, and have never allowed Heroic Spirits to appear in large quantities, but this time considering the situation in the world, the Secretariat agreed to their application. And sent a special task force to follow the supervision to minimize their impact on the world. .”

Seeing Wu Zhao's confused expression, Yuan Tiangang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Aha, you don't pay attention to the world?"

Not getting the desired reaction, Yuan Tiangang pursed his lips aggrievedly, got up and left in a fit of anger.

Wu Zhao chuckled, "Isn't this expected? Isn't it hard to guess what the heroes of the doctors want to protect?"

The purple robe rolled like waves, and under Yuan Tiangang's feet, it was like stepping on a fierce storm all the time.

After walking a certain distance, Yuan Tiangang looked back under the quiet screen again.After a long time, he turned and left.

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and sighed: "Gengzi! Gengzi, time flies!"

……

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Shangguan Wan'er called several times in succession before Wu Zhao came back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, the congratulatory message to be sent to the secretariat has been prepared. Do you need to read it? The secretariat just came to ask that after the arrival of the new heroic spirit, there will be a regular banquet. Do you want to attend?"

Wu Zhao, who was immersed in the memory, was still in a daze, and it took him a while to remember what Shangguan Wan'er was talking about.

Wu Zhao opened his mouth, but fell silent again.

The congratulatory speech is the joy of the Hall of All Souls, but it is also the sorrow of the present world.

She lowered her eyes, and after a long time, she stood up gently.

"I, I won't go. As for the congratulatory message..."

Wu Zhao raised his hand, took off the peony from his temples, and solemnly placed it in Shangguan Wan'er's hand.

"Send my peony, and all the peonies here, to the secretariat."

"This is my congratulatory gift."

Seeing the figure of Shangguan Wan'er taking the order to leave, Wu Zhao blinked slowly, and suddenly remembered the inquiry from the 'center' back then.

At that time, how did she answer?

--guard.

A hero returns home.

All peoples send each other off, and the mountains and rivers share the same sorrow.

The author has something to say: spring, autumn, winter and summer, family and country will always be remembered.

With all due respect.