King Yin did not speak for a long time. His pale face was calm and calm, but his eyes were slightly lowered. The hand on his knee clenched quietly, revealing the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand. He also scratched the smooth brocade and made it bend and wrinkle.
"Imperial Uncle, can you explain it to me in detail?" He first took a deep breath, then exhaled deeply. His words were intermittent, and he tried his best to make his tone appear calm.
Yan Chunqiu slightly raised his eyes and looked deeply at King Yin. It was hard to tell whether his eyes were full of admiration or sadness." The bright moon is bright and clear. It is not as magnificent as the sun. The first emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty led the human race to drive away demons and subdue the barbarians. He helped hundreds of millions of people get rid of the precarious days. He established the capital in Yejing City and established the first human dynasty since ancient times. He also conferred the titles of vassals and suppressed the four directions. The fate of the country is as prosperous as the sun in the middle of the sky."
"Today, the dynasty has already gone through thirty-five generations. However, due to internal and external troubles, the prosperity is getting worse and worse. It is no longer the glory of the past.”
"This is a sign of the moon replacing the sun and turning the world upside down. Then, we saw the stars shining in the world, surrounding the sun and moon. It can be said that it is a sign of heroes rising together. The chaotic world is coming. I'm afraid the Great Yin Dynasty will have the danger of changing mountains and rivers."
King Yin's chest heaved up and down slightly, his breathing was not smooth, and he could not help but cough violently," What is the moon? What is a star? Does Royal Granduncle know?"
Yan Chunqiu stroked his back and adjusted his breathing. He muttered," The stars are nothing more than alien races and vassals of all sizes. As for the moon that will subvert Dayin, we can't be sure for the time being. Zhonghua, you don't have to worry too much. Perhaps I've interpreted it wrongly."”
King Yin smiled reluctantly. After a long while, he looked at the dome and said leisurely," The late emperor named me Zhonghua in the hope that I could revive Great Yin and restore its former glory. However, my civil administration and martial arts skills were far inferior to my ancestors. I was only mediocre and could still hold on to my achievements. Alas, I wanted to clean up the mountains and rivers and rebuild the universe, but I was powerless in the end!”
"There is a rumor among the people that the Great Yin Dynasty will die at the age of 49. Do you think the Great Yin Dynasty will really agree to this rumor?”King Yin turned his head, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Yan Chunqiu.
"I won't!"
Yan Chunqiu said firmly.
"Yes, I won't. I can still hold on for another eight to ten years. In these last few years, I will do my best to clear the path for the Crown Prince. Even if the heavens want to destroy my Great Yin, I will let them know what a fool's dream is!”
Grabbing Yan Chunqiu's arm excitedly, Prince Yin's tone became sonorous and forceful, his face filled with determination.
Yan Chunqiu took a deep breath and stood up. He bowed deeply and said," Your Majesty, I know the heavens and fate. If I really can't do anything, I'm willing to gamble with this rotten body and try to change my fate!”
"Alright, as the saying goes, there is no establishment without destruction. Even if there is a great tribulation, I, Dayin, can also be reborn from the tribulation.”
King Yin clapped his hands and laughed. He pulled Yan Chunqiu over to sit down and began to talk.
In the palace with the doors and windows locked, the two of them asked and answered. Under the illumination of the lights, the shadows of the two of them on the wall were very long.
The rare phenomenon of the sun, moon, and stars appearing at the same time made Nangong Zheng no longer in the mood to taste the little miss of the Xie family's mutton and onion noodles. He hurriedly paid seven bronze coins and left the Xie family noodle shop after saying," Come again next time."
As he walked on the bluestone street, Nangong Zheng's thoughts gradually drifted away. He thought of certain people, certain things, and many other things. He was filled with indescribable emotions.
Seven years ago, he had traveled to Qingping Village in Anyang County of the Great Yin Dynasty. He happened to meet a group of barbarian cavalrymen who had broken through the border blockade and slaughtered the village. Although he had escaped with his life, he had also become a bird frightened by the twang of a bow. He had deeply understood the inner meaning of " Better to be a dog in peace than a man in troubled times ". After that, he did not dare to stay in the border counties. He found someone to ask for directions and began to set off for the hinterland of the Great Yin Dynasty.
Along the way, he either slept in the wilderness or slept under the bridge at night. He ate a meal and ate a full meal. He tasted the bitterness and spiciness of the human world and suffered countless disdainful looks.
Before I transmigrated, I dreamed of transmigrating
It was only after transmigrating that he realized the " goodness " of transmigrating. In the past, when he read novels, he saw how the main character made a fortune and how he shocked the world with a single feat. If it was him, it would not be that easy. Reality and imagination were too different.
Fortunately, after suffering came happiness, and bad luck would eventually dissipate. One day, it rained heavily. Nangong Zheng hurriedly hid in a dilapidated temple in the mountains. The bonfire in the temple was burning, and a visitor had already arrived.
This visitor was a scholarly looking old man in a green robe. The old man acted as if he had not seen his arrival. He was minding his own business and was drawing on the ground with a blackened wooden stick.
Nangong Zheng happened to have graduated from an art academy. He was bored at that time, so he stopped to watch. He was amazed. Since he was young, he had never seen anyone use a burnt wooden stick to sketch a picture of a mountain surrounded by water on the uneven ground with a few strokes. Although there were few strokes, the meaning was profound.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the show, while experts watch the art of the craft. Nangong Zheng had studied many famous artists 'paintings during his studies, but they were far inferior to this green-robed old man's paintings that used charcoal as ink and the ground as paper. His mind seemed to be drawn into the world in the painting by an invisible force, wandering between the mountains and rivers.
When he came back to his senses, the rain outside had already stopped. The green-robed old man no longer had the cold expression from before. He smiled and asked," Little guy, you know painting?”
Nangong Zheng felt that he didn't dare to show off in front of an expert, so he humbly replied,"A little, a little."
The green-robed old man pointed at the painting on the ground and his smile became more amiable." There's no need to be restrained. Tell me, what do you see in this painting?”
Nangong Zheng didn't use any beautiful poems or flowery words to describe it. He just described it directly and truthfully.
The green-robed elder was silent for a long time. Just as Nangong Zheng was feeling uneasy and wondering if he had said something wrong, he suddenly smiled and said," Little fellow, are you willing to learn painting from me?”
"If you care about food and accommodation, I'll learn!" Nangong Zheng, who had been starving for the past few days, could not wait to find a long-term meal ticket.
The green-robed old man's eyes widened as if he did not expect him to say such a thing. He was so angry that he flicked his sleeves and left on the spot!
"I don't care if I eat or live, I'll learn!”
Seeing this, Nangong Zheng hurriedly chased after him while shouting.
From then on, Nangong Zheng learned painting from the green-robed old man. Later, he learned that what he learned was not simple painting but entering the path through painting. Seven years later, he had been reborn and became a cultivator in the lower level of the Dragon Gate Realm.
As for his master, he was a high-level Divine Mansion Realm cultivator. He had forgotten his common name and called himself Old Man Xishan.
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