"Do you remember this place? You were sitting in that carriage back then."

"The people around here are all assassins sent by your second brother."

"He's a man who's fit to be the emperor. He's ruthless and decisive enough. If he kills you and then puts the blame on your eldest brother, his position will naturally be secure."

“But unfortunately…”

"He met the Master, the White-Robed Divine Lord. Those Jianghu people didn't stand a chance against him."

Zhao Qingshuang continued what Deng Er said.

When they first met, one of them was a mortal.

One is the white-robed god who sweeps across the world.

And now, one of them is the supreme Heavenly Emperor.

One is an old man who is very old and has no accomplishments.

"At that time, I was probably still full of vigor and longing for the pleasures of the martial arts world."

Deng Er said with some reminiscence.

A young man in white clothes.

That was indeed his dream.

In other words, it was Deng Ru’s dream when he was young.

At that time, I read Jin Yong and Gu Long.

I always envy the knights who can come and go freely and are full of heroic spirit.

I always feel that only by doing this can I live up to my life.

Later, he read some history books and learned about the rise and fall, honor and disgrace in history.

He felt again.

A man should die on the battlefield, so why should he fear being wrapped in horsehide?

It is a great joy to die for one's country.

So, the first thing Deng Er did when he arrived in Daxia.

It's a happy world.

The second thing is to train troops for the country.

But what made him even more determined to protect Daxia was actually another matter.

"Take me to Yueer Mountain."

“That’s where I first came.”

Deng Er said.

Yue'er Mountain is the mountain where Deng Ru abandoned Deng Er for five years.

Later, Deng Er was no longer on that mountain.

Two more graves.

Those two graves were not unfamiliar.

When Deng Ergang first came down the mountain, Deng Ru gave him the wrong amount of money, silver instead.

I had a free meal and had to wash dishes for a month.

There was a waiter and a shopkeeper.

Those two tombs belong to these two people.

Xiao Er is a lame man who lost his leg on the battlefield.

The shopkeeper was a sergeant. The waiter felt guilty about having his leg limp because of him, so he went to Wangyue Town to open a tavern.

Later, the northern barbarians moved south and plundered the border.

The officials ran away, and the generals who gave orders also left with their personal soldiers.

Only a group of old, weak and sick people were left in Wangyue Town.

The shopkeeper didn't run away.

The waiter didn't run away either.

They held rusty sabers and wore armor with several plates missing.

Standing in front of thousands of Northern Barbarian cavalry.

The two people won a glimmer of hope for the people of Wangyue Town.

And they died, of course.

At the beginning, the waiter gave Deng Er the impression of being a mercenary villain.

After getting to know him for a long time, I found that this waiter was quite kind-hearted.

The shopkeeper has a heroic temperament.

He often talked about how he and his comrades fought in battles under the great leadership of the old emperor.

But no one expected that everyone would run away.

The two of them will stay.

After all, the waiter has a lame leg and the shopkeeper is old.

It doesn't look like he can hold a knife at all.

But they just picked up the knife and acted like heroes.

When Deng Er went back to look again.

All that was left of the two men were two lonely graves.

......

"In fact, they didn't have to stay back then. They raised their own horses and could run."

"All the officials and soldiers ran away, but the two retired businessmen did not run away."

"The old shopkeeper treasures his armor very much. He says it represents not honor but the expectations of countless people."

"Don't move."

"The waiter is the same. He never lets me touch his saber. He says it's this saber that has saved many people from separation and brought them great prestige."

"At first I thought they were just ordinary people in the market."

Deng Er seemed to be in particularly good spirits.

He kept talking to Zhao Qingshuang about his past.

"But, even small people have their own feelings, and so do I, a puppet emperor."

Zhao Qingshuang took over the conversation.

"...Yeah, you have too."

Deng Er nodded.

He took a pot of wine from Zhao Qingshuang.

Fill two cups in front of two tombstones,

"Boss, waiter, it's me. I'm here to bring you some wine."

"Wait for me over there for a while, I'll be there soon."

"This is a wine treasured by the royal family. If you take a sip, it will prolong your life. Have you ever tried it?"

"Shopkeeper, the clothes you gave me are very handsome. The title of White-Robed Divine Lord is also very famous. It is thanks to the clothes you gave me, otherwise this title would not have been possible."

"Look at you guys, can't you just enjoy your retirement? Why are you trying to be a hero? You've made me want to learn from you, but you insist on being a hero even though you can't."

"But, cool."

Deng Er drank a glass of wine in front of the two tombstones.

He kept talking as if he was reminiscing with two old friends.

"You know what, you didn't misjudge me. I became the Northern Guardian King of the imperial court and made great military achievements. I annihilated the Northern Barbarians. I have also avenged you. The people of Daxia also deserve a good life."

"Oh, by the way, I was in love with the princess of our Da Xia. Oh, oh, we are in love now. Don't rub it."

"Yes, it's the eldest princess who ranks first on the beauty list. She is very beautiful and kind. I like her and have liked her for a long time."

"But I made some wrong choices and hurt her, and I always feel guilty towards her."

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!