On the shore of the giant god of Fengzhou, it occupies the secret realm of the top and the monument to the sky.

The young emperor, composed of the milky white spirit of national fortune, stood in front of the stele with his hands in his hands, quietly staring at a person's name, surnamed Li, and named Jisheng.

The surname Li is the surname of the Daxia people, and it is distributed in 36 states, and even the most remote twisted waist state has a village surname Li, but although the surname Li is huge, it is not among the 14 surnames of the winning family, so during the previous dynasty of the winning family, its clan status has not been high, and it has not formed too strong clan power, in other words, this is a surname with many poor people and few high lords.

But in front of Zhao Yu, that stroke by stroke, neat workmanship, and a majestic name, made Zhao Yu's thoughts fly and returned to ten years ago.

That year, Zhao Yu's mother became ill, and finally did not persevere, his sky fell, maybe for a six-year-old baby, can not deeply understand what it means for his mother to leave, but Zhao Yu's body, but there is a mature soul, so he is more profound and sad.

The day after his mother left, an old man wearing a black ordinary Confucian shirt and a wooden hairpin on his head approached the old house in Tsing Yi Lane, Gwangju Guangyu City, and took the hands of the two little babies.

His name has long been forgotten, the older generation called him Bi Ma Wen, and the people of Great Xia respected him as Master!

Zhao Yu, who has been in Tsing Yi Lane for the past few years and has never gone out, doesn't know who the master is, and he doesn't know this master who suddenly appeared, so he hasn't said a word for a whole month.

One day, from spring to summer, the weather suddenly became hot and dry, in the old house in Tsing Yi Lane, a small figure was squatting by the well, frowning as if it could never be dissolved, rubbing a piece of clothing in his hand vigorously, the hot temperature made fine beads of sweat gradually appear on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Xiaowa's face still didn't have any other expressions, and she still rubbed her small palms back and forth again and again.

Suddenly, the figure of an old man appeared beside Xiaowa, using his not tall body to block the strong light that shone down, and encapsulated Xiaowa in the shadows.

Xiaowa raised her head, glanced at the old man, did not speak, the old man also did not speak, just stood steadily, like a mountain that carried the sky, after a while, Xiaowa rubbed the clothes in her hands, and after painstakingly pinched dry, she got up and went to the big tree in the courtyard, where a hanger was built with bamboo.

But the strange thing is that no matter how the little baby moves, this figure can appear in front of the path of the scorching sun, and leave a cool shadow to cover the little baby's small body, and then the little baby stops, turns around, and frowns deeper.

The old man obviously understood what Xiaowa wanted to express, and opened his mouth lightly, mellow and vicissitudes, and the voice that made people feel like a spring breeze sounded:

"The heart is like a dark cloud, and the light is also dark. ”

"Zi Fei fish, the joy of Anzhi fish?"

This is the first time that the little baby has spoken to the old man, her voice is immature, but there is a taste of maturity, and then the old man smiled lightly and responded:

"The son is not me, and I don't know the joy of fish. ”

This is a collision of good arguments and clever arguments, and there is no right or wrong, so the little baby stopped talking, turned around and left, and a faint voice came out:

"Since you are a master, you should know that your father attaches great importance to facts and truth-seeking, which is the element of the emperor, not like you, which surprised me. ”

But the little baby didn't take a few steps, and the voice of the old man behind him sounded again:

"Yu'er, yes, my way, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in luck, everything is in my eyes, I know the truth of heaven and earth, do you want to leave this wide city with my master, go to the whole world to see, you can rest assured, there is a master, no one in the world can hurt you." ”

After speaking, the little baby's steps forward paused for a few breaths, and finally walked to the kitchen, in the kitchen, a bald, tall baby was cooking on the fire, seeing the person, smiled honestly, spoke softly, and the voice was full of magnetism:

"Young master, you frowned for a month and stretched. ”

At night, the moon is bright, the summer breeze is blowing, and under the moonlight like water, the delicate little baby carved in pink and jade is standing in front of the old man's door, with thousands of thoughts in his eyes, and his little hand is raised and put down.

Then the door opened, revealing an old man still dressed in a black shirt, looking down at the little baby under the moonlight, and said kindly:

"It's decided? ”

Xiaowa was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and opened her mouth to respond:

It was the middle of the night, and the gates were closed. ”

"Time is running out, and the night doesn't matter, and the city gates can't close the surging heart. ”

The old man chuckled, strode to another house beside him, and then pulled the sleeping bald baby from the bed and threw it out the door.

After a stick of incense, in Tsing Yi Lane, which had completely fallen into a deep sleep, the three figures of an old man and a young man slowly stepped on the moonlight like mercury, and then a voice of immaturity and maturity sounded:

"Master, what's your last name?"

"Master, I, but the surname of the human race, surnamed Li. ”

The old man raised his hand and gently touched the little baby's head, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, and then continued to speak:

"When I was born, my father wanted me to be a Langzhong in the future, so I named it Jisheng, but at that time, it was a war, and the people were not able to make a living, and I couldn't eat, so my mother was afraid that my name would be too big, and I would be taken away by God and died, and I have been unwilling to be called, so even my master and I, now I almost forgot this name. ”

Master, his real name is Li Jisheng!

As his name suggests, he gave relief to all the monks of the previous era, as well as to the young emperor at this time.

Under the monument to heaven, the young emperor who came back to his senses turned around and looked at the huge peak, the vast number of climbing ladders, as if he saw a young, plump figure like jade was smiling towards him, the sword on the waist of the person, the head of the hairpin, as if stepping on the galaxy, and then he drew the sword, on this monopoly monument, carved his name one by one.

Then Zhao Yu muttered:

"Master, it's good that you didn't become a Langzhong later, but a horseman, which is a blessing in the world!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu's divine consciousness appeared directly on the mountain and sea map, and then the calm emperor voice continued to come out:

"Taiping, return!"

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to look at the rest of the place?"

In the peaceful and immature children's voices, there is still an unfinished color.

"The most important conjecture has been confirmed, look at it more unintentionally, I have been out of the palace for a long time, and it is time to return. ”

Zhao Yu continued to raise his hand and waved, and the qi of national fortune gathered wildly, from under the giant monument, straight into the sky, and then a faint voice lingered in place:

"Taiping, you have to grow up quickly, this world is too big, and my sense of crisis has become stronger and stronger. ”