The Path Toward Heaven

Prince Jing's son is Tong Yan.

He is a master of chess, very good at strategy deduction.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were able to cross the border and kill Luo Huainan because of his handwriting.

He has only really lost once in this aspect in his life, and that was when he lost to Jing Jiu in the Meihui chess game.

So in his eyes there is no world, no other twenty-three aspirants, only Jing Jiu. This sentence was also recorded in the book by him. Of course, there are many other contents in the book, such as the truth of this world, such as the purpose of his coming here - to help the junior sister become the last aspiring champion and get the immortal talisman.

The study was pushed away, and someone walked in with wind and snow.

Without a signal to knock on the door, without asking for instructions, he knew that the person who came in was his father, Prince Jing.

The little princess of the Qin Kingdom has been found. She is in Beihai County. She should have been welcomed into the mansion by the Beihai prefect at this time. In your opinion, when will Beihai rebel?

Prince Jing obviously trusted his ten-year-old son very much, and even asked his opinion on such an important matter.

Tong Yan thought for a moment, then said: The prefect of Beihai is afraid that he will hand over the princess to Emperor Qin for some benefits.

Prince Jing was somewhat surprised by his judgment.

The people of Beihai are tough, and the army is extremely strong. The prefect is even known as a young warrior. Now that the little princess is in his hands, don't they think they are not tempted?

Tong Yan knew the identity of the young Martial God. In fact, in the past two years, he and Beihai County had often exchanged letters in private.

The prefect of Beihai has a cowardly temperament, and the weather is freezing, and food and grass are scarce, so it is difficult to make up his mind.

He thought for a while and said, Try to find a way for the Qi State to support them. In addition, please ask the father to send spies to spread some rumors in Xianyang City. Maybe it will have some effect.

King Jing said with great joy, My son's plan is very clever.

Tong Yan thought that there was no strategy to talk about, and she didn't want to continue with this topic, so she asked, What does King Father think of Zhao Guo?

King Jing said contemptuously, That foolish lord will not die no matter what. Zhao Guo still has to suffer. When he dies, Zhao Guo will also be abolished.

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In just a few years, two emperors of the Five Kingdoms died and two new monarchs ushered in.

The new emperor of Qin State already has the name of tyranny and cruelty, and the new emperor of Chu State has the new title of faint king besides an idiot.

But when it comes to the real faint king, it has to be said that the emperor of Zhao State had a pair of bubble eyes.

If you were to write down all the evil, scandalous, and absurd things that this stupid king has done, the paper in the capital Luoyang would be so expensive that it would be unseemly.

Since ancient times, the power eunuch will be born with the faint king.

The most favored and trusted eunuch in the Zhao Kingdom was surnamed Hong. He was not powerful, but he was feared by everyone.

One evening, when the twilight was thick, the old eunuch Hong did not leave the palace, but lay on a chair in the courtyard to rest his mind.

A ten-year-old eunuch knelt beside him, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning him carefully, and at the same time driving away mosquitoes and flies silently.

I don't know how long it took, but the old eunuch Hong never opened his eyes, and the young eunuch's arms became heavy, but he didn't dare to stop, and couldn't change hands.

The day before yesterday, he fanned here all night, his right arm was already red and swollen, and he had no strength at all.

The last twilight disappeared, and the old eunuch Hong finally opened his eyes.

The little eunuch was a little happy, thinking that finally he didn't have to fan the whole night tonight, but also a little disappointed, thinking that the father-in-law felt that he was not good enough?

The old eunuch Hong looked at him, with a hint of interest in his cloudy eyes, and said, How many years have you been in the palace?

The little eunuch said with a smile on his face, It's been almost five years since I returned to Grandpa.

The old eunuch Hong said: You were beaten for a year at the beginning, and then it took you a year to stop being beaten, and it took another two years for me to see you, so what did you pay for picking up this fan?

Just when the old eunuch started to speak, the young eunuch had already started to kowtow, and his forehead met the floor, making a clinking sound.

Hearing the last question, the little eunuch lowered his head and said, I gave away all the money I saved in the previous four years, and... stabbed someone with a knife.

At such a young age, you actually know how to bring up the truth. You are really smart, and you will do whatever you can to make progress, and you are very angry with me.

The old eunuch Hong narrowed his eyes and said, Even the aptitude is not bad, but why should I teach you?

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He Zhan looked back at the small courtyard, there was no resentment on his pale face, only gratitude and awe.

Of course it was a disguise, but although the old eunuch Hong refused his request, he did get some benefits.

There are so many eunuchs in the palace, how many of them are qualified to fan Honggong to repel mosquitoes? Thinking about it, his life should be easier in the future, and it is even possible that Concubine Ping will reward him with some good things for the sake of Mr. Hong. But thinking about the last words of the old eunuch Hong, he still felt a little depressed.

Yes, why?

He also wanted to shout to the sun in the sky: Why?

Why should I have to go through such a miserable life and live in such a servile manner?

The old eunuch Hong is the strongest in the Zhao Kingdom's palace, but if it is placed in Chaotian Continent, it is only a mid-stage Golden Core. But he had to bow his knees to the old eunuch Hong, trying to curry favor. Because after being eunuched, he has no way to re-practice his own kung fu, he can only find a suitable kung fu in this world.

But old eunuch Hong was right, why?

There is a branch ahead, one road leads to Pingfei Palace, and the other road leads to the Imperial Garden.

The imperial garden has been a bit desolate in recent years. It is said that there are too many court ladies drowned by the emperor, and it is very haunted.

Even the show girls who are waiting to be selected will not go there to try their luck, let alone the eunuchs who believe in ghosts and gods in the afterlife.

He Zhan walked towards the imperial garden, wanting to relax.

As night fell, the lights in the palace in the distance were extremely bright, and the weeds in the imperial garden grew extremely long, making it look like a ghostly shadow.

Naturally, He Zhan would not be afraid, and walked to the depths of the imperial garden very familiarly, preparing to climb up the rockery to lie down.

Suddenly he discovered that there were other people in the imperial garden tonight.

There is a small chestnut tree by the lake.

A thin boy stood under a chestnut tree.

The boy was wearing a light yellow shirt, and his expression was a little gloomy.

He Zhan knew that he was the prince of Zhao, a few years older than himself, and not a questioner.

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In the next few nights, He Zhan saw Prince Zhao in the imperial garden.

What he didn't understand was that the crown prince was clearly not a questioner, so why would he act like a questioner, stroking a tree branch and looking into the distance thoughtfully.

Your father is a fool, it is really embarrassing, but is it harder for you than me, a little eunuch?

One night, looking at the figure under the small chestnut tree and the terrain by the lake, He Zhan made a decision.

He came to the imperial garden ahead of time, made sure that there was no one by the lake, walked under the tree, took out the small knife that never left his body, and slowly began to cut the branch.

He was very careful not to cut off the branch, then sealed the gap with earth, and cleaned up all traces of wood chips and so on.

Then he began to wait for the prince to fall into the lake because of a broken branch.

But I don't know whether he didn't cut deep enough, or the prince's hands were too weak. This event that might change history in He Zhan's view never happened.

From summer to autumn, He Zhan has given up his efforts and even forgot about this matter.

One afternoon, he squatted by the lake and wanted to reward himself, when he heard a click from above.

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The prince fell off the slope and rolled to the lake.

Then he saw a little eunuch with a mouth full of oil, looking at him in astonishment.

The prince was slightly annoyed, thinking that if he hadn't been startled by smelling the smoke and seeing the fire, how could he have broken the branch, fell down, and got into such a mess. He was about to teach the little eunuch a few words, but the little eunuch suddenly rushed forward, covered his mouth, and kept booing, his eyes full of pleading.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the little eunuch, the prince felt a little soft-hearted.

The little eunuch slowly let go of his hand and said flatteringly, Don't shout, don't shout, I'll share the fish with you.

The prince looked at the grilled fish on the branch in his hand, and asked in a daze, Where is this fish?

The little eunuch took it for granted, Of course the fish are in the lake, so how could they be in the trees?

The prince was even angrier, thinking which palace eunuch this is, who is so sharp-tongued.

The little eunuch tore off a piece of fish, handed it to him, and said, I didn't give it to you to stop your mouth. Seeing how thin you are and how pale your face is, tsk tsk, what a tragedy... Which palace are you from? Look at the sunken cheeks and sharp mouth.

The prince was startled, subconsciously took the fish and put it in his mouth, then he was stunned and said: It smells so good.

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The next day He Zhan entered the old eunuch Hong's courtyard again.

The summer is over, there is no need to fan the fan, and it takes more effort to grab such a good job.

The redness and swelling on his face was just a small price, what really worked was the jade pendant that the crown prince gave him last night.

As long as the prince is around, there will always be jade pendants, and he doesn't feel bad about it.

He cleaned the yard clean, then walked into the back room, and knelt down in front of old eunuch Hong.

The old eunuch Hong was a little surprised when he found out it was this child, and asked, Have you figured out the answer?

That question is those three words: why.

He Zhan said: Last night, I ate a piece of grilled fish with His Royal Highness the Prince.

There was a gleam of light in old eunuch Hong's muddy eyes, and he laughed and said, Not bad! Not bad!

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With the blue bird attentively visiting, people outside Echo Valley will naturally not miss the wonderful stories in the illusion.

Seeing that the old eunuch Hong finally began to teach He Zhan's exercises, and thinking about his miserable life in the past ten years, people couldn't help feeling a lot and remained silent.

Suddenly, crisp applause resounded under a certain tree.

It was Sese who applauded, with a piece of dried fish in his mouth, looking like those cute little sea animals on the West Sea.

I'm a little tired from sitting. I'm going to go shopping elsewhere. Do you want to go with me?

She said to the girl from Suigetsuan.

The girl from Shuiyue Temple was a little surprised, and said, Don't you read the rest?

Thurse said: What's so good about the middle section, it will be wonderful when those guys get older.

Growing up overnight in the real world is an adjective, but it is something that will really happen in the questioning conference.

Five days later, Sese and the girl from Shuiyue Temple came back from the Cold Food Valley with the fragrance of flowers all over their bodies. The aspirants in the illusion had already reached the age of fifteen.

No matter which world you are in, fifteen years old can be said to be barely an adult.

When you grow up, you will encounter a lot of troubles, and you will also start to face life and death.

Through these years of hard work, Tong Yan has already found out the whereabouts of more than ten aspirants. He didn't start to do anything right away, but just watched their growth trajectory in secret, and only when they reached certain critical points, would he give help, or give blows, or even kill them directly.

But some very strange things happened this spring. Before he could make a move, several querents died strangely.

Judging from the subsequent investigations of the subordinates, the murderer did not belong to any force, and he acted alone every time.

The twenty-six aspirants are all strong practitioners of the younger generation. They entered the illusion at the same time and started to practice at the same time. Logically speaking, the level of cultivation should not be too far apart, but that person was able to kill so cleanly, and his cultivation strength was obviously far above those of the dead.

Who can practice so fast? Tong Yan took out the book from the hidden compartment, and slowly moved her fingers over the names. In terms of cultivation talent and strength before entering the illusion, Jing Jiu was naturally the strongest, but it was difficult for him to leave the palace, even if he could, he would not be bothered to do these things. So who exactly?

Tong Yan rubbed between her brows, and found that her impression of these names was fading, just like those ink characters on paper.

Over the years, he would take out this book to revisit it from time to time, but the memory is still far away, as if it happened a long time ago, or even in the previous life.

Time is indeed the most terrifying, ruthless, and irresistible artifact.

He didn't know how the rest of the aspirants retained their memories, or did many people have lost themselves in this world of mortals?

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Jiang Rui left his small courtyard, ready to buy a carriage.

He hasn't had a good life these years, but as a cultivator, he can still get the money to buy a car.

He did not forget the plan to kill He Zhan's family back then, but he has forgotten a lot of things before entering the illusion.

Fortunately, he did not forget to ask the meeting, did not forget those who asked.

He knew that he had to keep climbing until he reached the pinnacle of power, and then went to see the envoy to ask for the crown.

No matter how ambitious the goal is, start small.

A few years ago, he first did a small thing.

He pushed his alcoholic and gambling father into the river and threw many stones into the river.

Then he used the stolen money to buy more than ten acres of land for his mother, hired a few honest and capable long-term workers, and arranged a good marriage for his sister. Then he went to the county to study, read and wrote poems, gained fame, got acquainted with county officials, and walked forward step by step.

But it's too slow to operate like this, and he always feels that the faint power is hindering his progress.

Naturally, he didn't know that this power came from the distant Cangzhou, and he thought it was because the county was too small.

There must be something wrong with that prince Jing, that idiot little emperor must also have something wrong, and that young Martial God from Beihai County must also have something wrong.

Those people are already in high positions, but they are still ingratiating themselves to the magistrate, how can this be possible?

Walking on the street and thinking about these things, Jiang Rui felt a little hot in his body, and his chest was full of pride.

Then he suddenly realized something was wrong.

A man in black stood in the street.

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