Daxia.
Inside the emperor's bedroom.
The old emperor lay on his bed, watching Deng Er striding in from outside the door.
The old emperor waved his hand weakly, and the eunuchs and palace maids around him walked out.
He recalled his life.
He ascended the throne at a young age, when he was only twelve years old.
Facing all the ministers in the Golden Palace.
He was afraid and uneasy.
At that time, a hand held him and told him not to be afraid, because we young people can also write our epic in the court.
The owner of that hand was named Liu Guang.
He was the old General Pingxi who later died in battle in the Western Regions.
At that time, they were still young, one was twelve years old and the other was fourteen years old.
After he ascended the throne, with the help of Liu Guang, he spent three years to successfully secure the throne.
I really miss it.
The old emperor sighed deeply.
After securing the throne, the young emperor and the young general set their sights beyond Daxia.
To the north, the northern barbarians were eyeing the country covetously; to the west, the Rongdi and the 52 countries in the Western Regions repeatedly invaded the border.
There are countless demons lurking in the Ten Thousand Mountains in the South.
The warriors in the martial arts world who are as strong as mountains do not obey the king's orders.
The young emperor at that time gave an order and appointed the young general Liu Guang as the commander-in-chief, leading an army of 100,000 to travel across the Western Regions.
All fifty-two countries in the Western Regions were incorporated into the territory of Daxia.
The once overbearing Rongdi were beaten to a pulp and they dared not invade for fifty years.
The young general became famous in one battle and was named General Pingxi by the emperor.
Then there was another round of battles in which the young general conquered the northern barbarians and many island nations in the East China Sea. Even the monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains in the south did not dare to invade.
The old emperor at that time was also working hard to govern the country, and the whole of Daxia was in a prosperous era.
Although the warriors refused to accept his jurisdiction, the young general led 500,000 elite cavalry and successively broke through the gates of ten top sects.
From then on, the warriors dared not act presumptuously.
The young general at that time had become a young general.
The young emperor gradually grew mature and steady, and dominated the court.
They all grew up and successfully wrote their own names.
If nothing unexpected happens, everything should go smoothly.
However, when the young emperor became an old emperor, he came into contact with a secret concerning the world.
The emperor no longer has any interest in state affairs.
That is the terrifying truth of the world. People's memories are buried, and the old rulers are ready to dominate the world at any time and break the existing order.
Everything they did was meaningless.
Such truth undoubtedly hit the emperor's heart.
The old emperor became decadent, indulging in revelry every night, and he didn't care about the princes fighting for power or the princes interfering in government affairs.
It's all meaningless.
They could not defeat their former rulers.
That is an existence that even the legendary dragon clan was defeated miserably.
Later, the emperor was unable to maintain his rule over the empire.
The princes in various places all became disloyal.
King Pingxi took the lead in launching an uprising, luring the Rongdi tribes into the pass, and the entire western border of Daxia fell.
At that time, the emperor looked at the old head of the once young general.
Just quietly placed in such a small box.
A young general who was once so powerful that he frightened the barbarians from all directions and made them dare not invade.
The final destination is a small wooden box.
There's only the head.
That day, the emperor was angry.
That was the only time the emperor got angry in seventy years.
He was determined to pick up his sword and mount his horse again to eliminate all the barbarians who feared his power but had no moral integrity.
He wanted to surrender those foreign races and the King of Pingxi.
Buried with his old general.
But he also lost.
Years of reveling every night and living a life of drunkenness and extravagance have made his hands not as strong as they used to be.
His knife was also rusty.
Surrounded by thousands of troops, he once again saw the figure of a young general.
The young man picked up his spear and rode his horse, leading hundreds of cavalrymen to charge into the midst of thousands of troops.
In a trance, that figure overlapped with the young general of the past.
However, the emperor also knew that the young general who had helped him all the way had already died.
But it was that figure that made the elderly emperor make another decision.
He has to fight against his destined fate.
Talented people emerge in every generation.
Why can't we today defeat the rulers of the past?
The emperor realized the truth, and he and the young general broke out of the siege together.
It seems like the past.
The fourteen-year-old boy held his hand tightly and told him that he would write his own epic poem with his own hands.
They did it, and now it is the turn of new young people to write their own epic.
That road will be more difficult than theirs, and their situation will be more difficult and dangerous.
But when the emperor saw the young general fighting in the midst of thousands of troops, these words would pop up in his mind.
Talents emerge in every generation.
.......
The old emperor ended his recollections. He looked at the high wall outside the palace, and a wisp of sycamore branches stretched in from outside the wall.
A fallen leaf fell in front of his window.
He stretched out his old hand and picked up the fallen sycamore leaves.
"Old friends are like leaves falling in the wind, gradually withering away."
The old emperor sighed softly and threw the sycamore leaves out of the window, letting them return to their roots.
"Your Majesty is calling me?"
Deng Er walked in wearing the python robe of the King of Zhenbei.
From the White-robed God in the Jianghu, he has become the King of Zhenbei in Daxia today.
Deng Er can be said to have enjoyed all the honors in the world.
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