Chapter 123

Yanjing, the capital of the emperor.

This ancient, poetic and vicissitudes capital has stood for 700 years.

War.

Humiliation.

Indignation.

In five thousand years of Chinese history, no ancient capital has ever experienced anything more tragic than Yanjing.

The last real emperor level figure turned into a golden rain and disappeared.

This vast land.

There are no more powerful people in the era of repression. Foreign enemies invade and the country is ruined. During that period, dark clouds envelop the stars, which are called the dark Chinese!

There is no such a great person as the emperor.

Like tigers and wolves, there is no fear in the overseas countries that have coveted all the year round.

Eight nations overseas.

On that day, the whole sky was dyed red by the killing. The firewood wolves, tigers and leopards saw the eastern boundary as nothing and acted recklessly. They witnessed the ancient buildings with a history of five thousand years. They were mercilessly burned down, and valuable jade articles were even robbed.

Just out of the country.

Ten days and ten nights!

Yanjing, the capital of the current emperor, is the palace of the emperor level people!

It has become a place for the barbarians to play. The Throne made of gold has been trampled many times.

Sorrow!

However, in those years, even if there were no imperial level figures, as long as there were all the royal families in the south of the Yangtze River, they would not be like this at all.

But.

Internal and external troubles.

Only the royal family came to help the enemy.

Dark times.

The eight Wudao clans, both Chinese descendants, not only don't fight, but also go their own way. They boast that they are high gods. They only care about personal fame and wealth and don't care about the life and death of the Chinese territory.

Exploit the people.

In order to make our young posterity become famous for their achievements in the war, and to pursue the three heroes who are struggling to fight against the barbarians!

The truth of the year.

Few people know!

If not.

It's critical.

The Tianshi mansion of Longhu Mountain was born in anger.

"Too many good days, forget the shame!"

"If a gentleman doesn't learn, he must be a group of hypocrites and cry for the barbarian people's father and mother!"

Bang!

"Go, tell these media, report these again, seal up all, never hire!"

There was another furious clap on the table, and then a sharp reprimand came out.

"Yang, who are you arguing with?"

"Well, it's not one of the eight barbarian nations. There's an 800 year old building that was burned down."

"Some people in the civil society began to mourn for it, saying that this is the loss of all mankind, and the momentum is quite strong."

In the quiet halls, from time to time, there are some tired sighs.

"Old Yang, don't be sad. Now it's no better than before. The country is peaceful and the people are safe. As long as you have a free time, you will pursue a noble thought. To put it bluntly, you can use one word of the common people to summarize - pretend!"

Old Yang Qishan, dressed in an old black dress, sat at the dark desk.

Tired of body and mind, he closed his eyes and gently pinched his eyebrows. At this time, he was a little disappointed in his heart. He waved weakly to show the young guard to go out first. He wanted to be quiet.

Wait for the young guard, go out and close the door.

A study with a bit of air.

After a long time.

Then came a sigh full of grief and indignation.

"Alas!"

National enmity and family hatred, the humiliation brought to them by the eight ethnic countries, has been forgotten by many people with their comfortable life.

What 800 year old buildings burned down?

Four hundred years ago.

The barbarians of the eight ethnic countries, in our land, have done angry things, and the ancient buildings they burned, are they still few?

So far.

They robbed countless rare national treasures, tens of thousands of volumes of ancient books bearing a long history of China.

Which one has been returned?

It's shameless to take out the plundered things as your own and auction them!

Now.

One of their ancient buildings has been burned down. Compared with the former national war, the heaven returns and the heaven rewards itself!

"A group of young cubs living in infancy, my Chinese clank, unyielding blood did not learn, but learned the overseas barbarians' fake compassion, false noble!"

Looking at the study window.

The palace is shrouded in darkness.

Yang Qishan, one of the country's senior citizens, felt physically and mentally sleepy and worried.

If one day in the future.

The barbarians of the eight ethnic countries abroad, tear off the mask of hypocrisy, come back, and intend to touch this land again. Will there be many heroes who are willing to throw their heads and shed their blood for the sake of the ancient national righteousness as they were four hundred years ago!

Yang Qishan's turbid eyes looked deep into the palace, a trace of perplexity flashed on his face and murmured: "maybe this Chu Lingxiao, like the old man guarding the imperial mausoleum, is the real descendant of the emperor."

"Lin Tianhou, Lin Tianhou, why don't you leave the imperial mausoleum and join the imperial group?"

……

Bang!

Deep in the dark palace, at the silent gate of the imperial mausoleum, two bodies slowly fell to the ground.

An old man in a plain blue shirt with a sad face and a happy face, carrying his hands on his back, sighed with a light look up.

"Another two don't know the height of the earth. This year, it should be the eighth!"

Lin Tianhou waved his hand.

The two bodies that fell on the ground suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pool of thick blood.

His face suddenly changed.

In a cold voice, he didn't care to say to himself:

"it's just two peerless supremacies. If you don't stay in the deep mountains and ancient forests and escape the encirclement and suppression of the eight rodent kings, you come to me to find your death!"

He Lin Tianhou.

He has guarded the imperial mausoleum for five hundred years.

Don't say it's the peerless supremacy. It's Zhang Daoqian from the Tianshi mansion of Longhu Mountain who wants to enter the imperial mausoleum. He won't give any affection!

"Well?"

In the sight, a figure in white suddenly appeared, and Lin Tianhou frowned.

Another one.

Still a young man, arrogant ignorance!

Lin Tianhou, with his hands on his back, walked in front of him. He was an invincible expert.

But not yet.

The whole person knelt on the ground for a moment, his head fell into a trance, and his pupils were full of consternation.

"Here How could... "

The moment before he was about to close his eyes, he saw only the white dress and walked into the imperial mausoleum step by step.