The Prince with the Sword Goes to the End of the World

The wind is cold and the stars are cold, and everything is silent.

A Tang had already slept on the top of the "Embroidered Hibiscus" pavilion, he slept deeply and comfortably.

Usually, men can sleep soundly after drinking.

A Tang is naturally also a man, and he is also used to sleeping peacefully in this environment.

Come to think of it, there are not many people who can sleep on the top of one of the few high pavilions in Yingtian Mansion in this coldest first month.

Shang Mo was already used to this kind of environment where he spent the night in the open air, but he didn't fall asleep as well.

Maybe he couldn't sleep at all.

If he was a child, let alone sleeping here, even standing here for a moment, his body would not be able to bear it.

Perhaps, at this moment, he was thinking about one thing, and what he was thinking was triggered by A-Tang's words tonight, so he looked at A-Tang deeply, and looked at this girl who was curled up with her arms tightly folded. His legs were rosy, and his sleeping expression was extremely relaxed.

He didn't know if the "Yuantian Jingwei Jue" had a perverse side. In his opinion, since it is a method of cultivating immortals, there must be reverse harm.

This is the same as practicing a martial arts mental method, and going crazy because you don't know how to do it.

However, the difference between the two is that cultivating immortals depends on self-enlightenment, but the cultivation of martial arts and mental methods can be guided.

In fact, Ah Tang said that "Yuantian Jingwei Jue" is a method of cultivating immortals, which is also wrong.

Although Shang Mo didn't know the specific mentality of the 'Yuantian Jingwei Jue', from Xie Qinglan's performance, he could also see that it was a technique that completely followed the sky.

Change by the law of all things, and act by the change of the way of heaven.

So as to achieve the state of mind that the highest goodness is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting.

This itself is the same as the number of the five peerless methods in the original 'Cangqiong Pavilion' iron room secret room.

Come to think of it, Xie Qinglan is Guo Mingxuan's apprentice, and although the kung fu techniques learned from Guo Mingxuan were created by Xie Qinglan, they can only be martial arts from the same line, and they all need self-enlightenment.

Ducks breed ducks, geese breed geese, mice will never breed cats, this is the most obvious truth.

However, Ah Tang seemed to be going in the wrong direction. Sai Wei and Sai Guang who wanted to come to "Jiangyuemen" just wanted to use a story to let him understand his mother Jiang Lianyue's behavior and mood. He did understand, and gradually Forgive, and even agree with his mother's approach.

However, he transferred all his obsession and resentment to Ji Gang, just as he said, "At the last moment, the so-called root cause is no longer the original cause and effect, but the matter that has developed to the end and needs to be resolved." The ultimate question, and Ji Gang is that ultimate question. '

To put it bluntly, Ji Gang became a "scapegoat" and his ultimate goal to vent everything.

He didn't let go, nor did he look down on everything because of Saiwei and Saiguang's words, and he reached the state of calmness like water.

In Shang Mo's view, the past is the past, the past that cannot be changed, just like when he was a child, he would never climb to the top of this high pavilion, and he would never be able to withstand the strong wind in the cold night of the first month.

His past growth environment also determines his body's ability to bear.

But so what?Can it be changed?

—No way, and you can’t.

If it is not only meaningless, but also unnecessary to look for the so-called root cause based on his poor health since childhood.

Because the past has been settled in the long river of history, and his past was something he could never face. His mother and queen died tragically, and his father was forced to flee the palace. This is such a painful memory.

However, in this period of memory, the beautiful picture of Zeng Chenghuan at the knees of his father and queen is naturally indispensable.

Whether it's painful or beautiful, he has no choice but to hide this memory in his heart.

Of course, he can also transfer all the resentment accumulated in the past to Zhu Di like A Tang.

Leaving aside how difficult it is to kill today's saints silently, what will happen to the fate of the Ming Dynasty after Zhu Di's death?

——Are you going to cause chaos in the entire Ming Dynasty?

——Throughout the ages, those who are selfish are mostly not praised by others, and most of them will be cast aside; those who are the public of the world will leave epic stories for future generations to look up to, worship, and even, Use examples and events to prove impartiality.

Shang Mo didn't want to be praised, and he didn't want to be famous forever, but he was very clear-headed. Even if he wanted to kill Zhu Di, he had to find a silent way, in this way, it would not cause chaos in the world, nor would he kill Zhu Di. It will lead to the evil consequences of warlords everywhere and vassal kings making chaos.

However, even if he found such a method, he still lacked the most critical link, that is, the link of the successor.

From the current point of view, the one who can inherit Zhu Di's throne is probably Zhu Gaochi, who was born to Zhu Di and the current queen Xu.

——How is Zhu Gaochi's personality?

——What kind of behavior is it?

——Is the attitude towards the common people and officials soft or firm?Even, what kind of views he holds on the former ministers of his father, Emperor Jianwen, etc., are very important.

At least, Xia Yuanji was once an old minister of his father, Emperor Jianwen, and was also reused by Zhu Di.

In fact, he had wanted to have a deep talk with Zhu Gaochi for a long time, and the reason for the deep talk was to avoid the embarrassing situation where the words were not speculative.

If, in just a few words, the heart can be understood, there is no need to talk about it in depth.

These are things he wants to do, but hasn't done yet.

However, at the moment, he is even more worried about Atang who is lying in front of him. Not only did Atang not look down on the past, but he also intensified his hostility and murderous aura. He was afraid that Atang would be backlashed by the heart formula of "Yuantian Jingwei Jue" .

——In A Tang's eyes, this book is a cultivation technique for becoming a fairy, once it backfires, it can only be cultivated to become a demon...

When he couldn't say clearly and could only look forward to A Tang's quick self-realization, he could only choose to accompany A Tang.

Ah Tang couldn't escape this hurdle either.Self-realization is also the foundation of Ah Tang's pursuit of the world.

Therefore, no matter what A Tang wants to do, or even how he messes around, Shang Mo can only accompany him, a brother who has experienced life and death.

At least, when A-Tang was going against her will, and when her skills were retrograde, he could appear in time to relieve A-Tang's pain.

In his eyes, A-Tang is absolutely salvageable, and A-Tang's current martial arts skills are not enough to make him make big mistakes.

However, even so, he could only control A-Tang's extreme behavior, but he couldn't control A-Tang's darker and more hostile heart...

He jumped down from the top of the "Embroidered Hibiscus" pavilion. He didn't land directly on the ground, but landed on the inside of the vermilion lacquered wooden fence of the high pavilion. He slowly pushed open a room connected to the pavilion. door, and walked in slowly.

This is a room without people.

——A room specially prepared for Leng Rongyue, how could there be people in it?

However, there are people in this room now, because Shang Mo is already lying on that very soft bed.

Although the breath of Leng Rongyue has long since disappeared on the bed, being able to sleep on a soft and warm bed is more comfortable than sleeping on the top of the pavilion for a night like A Tang...

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