The throne of God is waiting for me

He thought it would be nice to just lie on the shore and bask in the sun.

Zhao Min looked at the two completely different silk books in front of him, raised his head, and the snow-white silk ribbon slid down his face with his hair. His eyes flashed with cold lightning: "Of course, it is to help Zhou Prince Xuan."

"Restore order and reorganize the world." He said firmly, "This is the righteousness."

Not to mention that as the royal family of Zhao State, their position should naturally stand on the side of Zhou Prince Xuan who has a reasonable legal system. Considering the interests of Zhao State alone, it is natural to support Zhou Prince Xuan and let Zhou State itself have internal friction.

King Zhao himself did not have much ambition. He frowned slightly when he heard the words. He felt that it seemed too troublesome. He simply pushed the matter directly to Zhao Min: "In this case, now that Zhou Prince Xuan has fled to Yue State, matters related to him will be left to you, the prince."

...As expected.

Zhao Min looked at King Zhao who was leaning lazily behind the imperial desk and nodded in agreement.

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced and seemed to see something, so he reached out and dug in the corner next to the imperial desk, and indeed dug out several crystal clear jade bottles.

Zhao Min immediately turned his eyes to King Zhao, his expression serious: "Father, I have said long ago that elixirs can no longer be taken. These elixirs are all poisonous, and ordinary people cannot refine them."

King Zhao has always been greedy for fun, and I don't know when he became addicted to the so-called immortality elixir. Zhao Min had stopped him once before, but he didn't expect that he still didn't give up.

"The group of monks in the worship pavilion are just so-so, and they can't even live forever. How dare they use this evil magic to deceive the king of a country?"

"Cough!" King Zhao coughed hard and couldn't help covering his face, "This..."

King Zhao's mentality towards his son can be said to be very complicated.

The prince Zhao Min, who was born with the Immortal Sword and was smart and intelligent since childhood, really made the king of Zhao feel proud as a father.

But perhaps it was because the prince was too outstanding that the king of Zhao could not put on any airs in front of his son subconsciously, and had no fatherly dignity at all. Occasionally, he would indulge in pleasure and compromise because of Zhao Min's cold face.

At this time, the prince became serious, and the king of Zhao immediately had the illusion that he was still the prince, facing the majestic former king. The father-son relationship seemed to be reversed in an instant.

Under Zhao Min's gaze, the king of Zhao's expression became more and more guilty. In the end, he could only promise repeatedly and promise not to make the same mistake again.

Zhao Min looked at him suspiciously, and finally chose to believe him this time.

He was born with a weak emotion, and he didn't have much emotion to give to others. If it were someone else today, he would never make any reminders, but would let him pay the price for his choice.

…

Until Zhao Min’s back disappeared, King Zhao relaxed and collapsed on the couch in the inner hall. His chest rose and fell violently, and the dark blue on his pale face became more and more obvious.

“Your Majesty!” The chief eunuch came to the couch quietly at some point, looking at King Zhao with a worried look.

The former court and the harem thought that King Zhao’s body was damaged because of his indulgence in wine and sex, but only he knew that the reason was not so. The so-called immortality elixir, although it was indeed a scam of the worship hall, at least it could stimulate the vitality of King Zhao.

King Zhao waved his hand: “I’m fine. At least it won’t be a problem to hold on for another year or two.”

——

“Yue State…Zhou Prince Xuan…”

Zhao Min walked out of the Guanzheng Hall and pondered the contents of the silk book. Considering how to help Zhou Prince Xuan and balance the power between him and King Zhou.

Although he had no interest in the so-called tactics of power, the power of the emperor was not tempting to him at all. But if he wanted to achieve his goal, he had to participate in these secular power struggles that seemed meaningless to him.

With the Immortal Sword accompanying him, it was hard to believe that he was just a useless body without any cultivation qualifications and could not absorb any spiritual energy into his body.

It took Zhao Min five years to completely accept this cruel fact. During this period, even if he tried his best, he could not find a glimmer of hope like me.

It seemed that he was destined to enjoy only the wealth of the world and not see the road of cultivation.

However, in this world where immortals, gods, monsters and ghosts coexist, what does the power and wealth of the world mean? Becoming an immortal and a god has always been his goal.

Since the path of cultivation could not be taken, Zhao Min could only think of another way. The story of the deification of the human emperor after his death in the ancient legend gave him inspiration.

—— Swallowing the world, unifying the nine states, and entering the realm of immortals and gods as the emperor of the world.

A breeze suddenly rose, lifting the corner of his black robe, and the black hair and snow-white silk ribbons danced together.

His mind was full of thoughts, and the vast ocean in his deep eyes rose and fell freely. The Fu Cang sword in his hand seemed to sense his inner voice, and it made a sonorous sound that shook the world.

——

Yue State.

On a certain mountain road, a white donkey walked forward leisurely, with a full sense of rhythm. The young Taoist riding on the donkey held a scroll in his hand, his eyes were extremely focused.

The cold wind on the edge of the cliff blew up his black hair and snow-white clothes, and the misty clouds surrounded him. There was no ripple in his dark eyes, and a faint Taoist aura permeated around him, like an immortal.

There was a sound of slashing in front, and in the noisy sound, several knights rushed towards this side with blood all over their bodies, and behind them were the chasing soldiers. The first man saw someone appear and immediately shouted loudly.

"I am Zhou Prince Xuan. If you are willing to save me, I will reward you handsomely!"

After shouting this, he seemed to see the man and the donkey in front of him clearly. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and his face showed despair: "It seems that God really doesn't bless me!"

He looked at the young Taoist who seemed to be unaware of the danger, and hurriedly said: "This little friend, you go quickly--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the white donkey in front of him "嘚~" sound, kicked his hoof, and walked to the side. Before leaving, it seemed to roll its eyes at him.

The young Taoist didn't even give him a half look, his eyes were still fixed on the gray scroll in his hand, as if he was infatuated.

The pursuers behind him caught up and were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of them. A line of cavalry blocked several people on the mountain road, and the little donkey stretched out its hoof and scratched the mountain wall in annoyance.

"Haha, Prince, no, Young Master Xuan, you really made it difficult for us to find you!" With a sneer, the cavalry commander stretched out his hand without hesitation and drew a circle. The young Taoist and the little donkey were also drawn in the circle. "Come on, take down Young Master Xuan and his accomplices!"

"Wait a minute!" Prince Zhou Xuan immediately stepped forward and sighed helplessly, "This young Taoist has nothing to do with my affairs, so why implicate innocent people?"

"Indeed." The young Taoist who had been immersed in the scroll raised his head. He casually rolled up the scroll and stuffed it into his sleeve. His indifferent eyes swept over everyone, and his tone was normal, "This person's life and death has nothing to do with me, so don't block the way."

His eyes were black and white, and seemed to contain no emotion at all. Whether it was curiosity, doubt, or appreciation of Prince Zhou Xuan, or anger at being blocked by someone, there was nothing, only a deep and clear sky.

It seemed that heavy snow suddenly fell between heaven and earth, and all the people who looked into these eyes seemed to be frozen naked in the ice and snow in an instant.

The little donkey passed by everyone proudly, and kicked Zhou Taizi Xuan before leaving.

"Hiss——"

Everyone gasped and shuddered, and then came to their senses. The mountain road was still in front of them, where was the wind and snow?

And the figure of the Taoist in white had disappeared long ago.

"What a terrible person! He created an illusion with just a look. If he hadn't stopped in the end, all of us might have frozen to death here."

Feeling the freezing pain coming from his body, Zhou Taizi Xuan sighed faintly.

The cavalry leader who had surrounded him before jumped off his horse and knelt down to apologize: "Your Highness, we are incompetent and have delayed your important event!"

"No, it's not your fault." Zhou Taizi Xuan reached out and helped him up. With a gentle smile on his handsome face, he said helplessly, "It's just that the time was too hasty and some details were not arranged enough, so it's inevitable that there will be flaws."

He looked at the empty mountain road with a dim gaze: "It's worthy of being the "Heavenly Heartless" Xuanwei Zhenren! It's really not that easy to make friends."

"But, did he see the flaw, or is he just heartless?"

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Chapter 96 Volume 3 of Earth

Da, Da, Da...

A pure white donkey walked on the mountain road with a unique rhythm. A young Taoist priest sat on it. His pure white Taoist robe fell gently. He looked straight ahead, and his black hair danced lightly in the cold wind.

The mountain road was winding, and the cold fog was spreading unconsciously. In the dense cold fog, the shadows of trees were like a sea. I don't know when the mountain road ended.

The ancient town stood at the end of the mountain road, deeply shrouded by the cold fog in the mountains. At the intersection of weeds, a broken corner of the stone tablet appeared in the grass. On it were three big characters "Baishui Township".

"This road seems to be strange..."

Looking at this town that appeared inexplicably in the cold fog from a distance, Xuanwei's perfectly contoured face was like cold jade without temperature in the sunset. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his black and white eyes reflected another scene.

The omnipresent black magic fog enveloped the entire town, and the forests in the mountains were also eroded by the magic fog and became withered and dry... He spread out his palm, and a black egg-shaped object the size of a chicken egg lay in his palm.

This was what Xuanwei obtained from the ashes when he eliminated the snake demon in Fufeng County not long ago. At this time, the black magic egg suddenly seemed to come alive and beat.

"Almost exactly the same breath..." The pupils reflected the magic fog in the sky. The young Taoist lowered his head and looked at the slightly beating magic egg in his palm, "... Is it a coincidence, or is it coming for me?"

The magic egg was beating violently in Xuanwei's palm, as if it couldn't wait to fly towards the town. He tightened his five fingers slightly, and a faint golden light bloomed in his palm, instantly suppressing the magic egg so that it could not move.

He turned around and saw that the road he came from had disappeared, and only the Baishui Township stood quietly in front of him.

"Since we are here, we should make the best of it." Xuan Wei patted the donkey's head and walked towards the town at his usual pace, "I want to see...what this place is."

--

Baishui Township. On the first day of April, the city is worshipped.

There are crowds of people and the noise of carriages and horses. Hanging lanterns are like stars in the sky, and there are many kinds of performances. There is an endless stream of pilgrims, and the smoke of incense is constantly curling up all day.

The long street in front of the City God Temple has been completely blocked by the bustling crowd. The sound of drums and music, countless people danced to the sound of drums and music, and the masks of gods and ghosts on their faces made the scene look like a group of demons dancing wildly. The carnival atmosphere infected everyone.

Da, Da, Da...

In the atmosphere of celebration, an untimely sound of footsteps came from far away. At first, it was drowned in the frenzied drum beats, and then it became clearer and clearer, as if gently tapping on everyone's ears.

A little donkey with pure white fur appeared on the long street with a unique beat. There were frenzied pilgrims gathered in the ocean on all sides, and the hanging lights on both sides were like two galaxies spread in the air. At the end of the hanging lights, a majestic and magnificent city god temple stood here.

The sound of drums. The little donkey's steps also became cheerful unconsciously. A young Taoist sat on it, his figure remained motionless, and a pure and spotless snow-white Taoist robe gently fell by his side.

His eyes penetrated the crowd and looked at the temple at the end of the long street. Through the open temple door, his dark eyes looked at the statue in the temple.

Da, Da, Da.

The crowd parted ways at some point, letting the little donkey walk by with its head shaking and its tail wagging. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young Taoist priest, watching him walk all the way to the temple.

It was like a group of stiff puppets turning their bodies in unison, their inorganic eyes staring at him quietly, with a deep feeling.