I have a hero dream

Xuanzhou is the most affluent state in the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. The people in it don't suffer from famine like other states. Instead, they wear the clothes of rich and noble families happily and live a life like heaven.

Ninety-five percent of the people inside are wealthy people, and the rest are ordinary people who can barely get by.

In the capital city, the Imperial Palace, Qianyang Hall, and the study room.

An old man with silver hair stood up, holding a high-quality wolf brush to practice a sentence of good sentences about calligraphy, each stroke was domineering and vigorous.

He is old, but those sharp eyes are like sharp swords. If someone is here, they will be scared by his eyes and their feet will go weak.

Although he has a ruddy complexion, although there are some wrinkles, they are not very obvious, and his complexion is still good.

This man is the patron saint of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty, and also the founding emperor Ning Jing, known by the world as the God of Blood Slaughter on the battlefield, and a good emperor who is selfless, fair and strict in the court.

Almost without his existence, there would be no prosperous dynasty.

It's a pity that his energy and blood are now exhausted, his strength is not as good as before, and his life expectancy is less than ten years. He has already expected that the surrounding vassal states are already ready to move, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack at any time.

The layout in the study is not only books of literati, but also some utensils of warriors.

In front of him was a large painting of galloping horses, on which was written his past glory, but there was only one sentence, and this was a gift from a once famous hermit.

The name of this man was Sima Jing, and he had as many as 1 disciples, all of whom were well-known outside the school, with literary and military skills, and their status was hard to shake.

As for the sentence he gave as a gift, it is: Invincible and always victorious general, everyone in the world is terrified.

There are a lot of his old shirts, sabers, helmets, boots and so on hanging around.

Now his life can be said to be the kind of retirement, almost no one bothers him, and only one of his former comrades in arms survives.

He often has a cup of tea with these companions and chats for a while.

There were two bear-like bodyguards standing outside the door. After hearing about the news about the soldiers, they turned around together, half-bent, and bowed their heads to report. Their eyes were full of admiration, but their behaviors were different. Faux etiquette: "Report, Emperor Ancestor, the Supreme Emperor asks to see you."

Ning Jing, who was writing calligraphy, didn't put down what he was doing after hearing about it, but calmly said, "Well, call him in."

One is between four and 50 years old, with gray hair, plain appearance, fair complexion, plain clothes and casual clothes, with a fan at the waist, from which a trace of landscape can be glimpsed.

He knocked on the door, pushed the door lightly and entered, slowly saw the appearance of the person coming, and immediately turned his eyes away, he turned around and closed the door quietly.

Then he turned around and knelt on the ground, respectfully saluted and kowtowed, lowered his head in greeting and said, "Xi'er pays respects to the emperor's ancestor. The emperor's ancestor is one hundred thousand and one hundred thousand years old."

Ning Jing didn't look at him, because he often came here to pay attention to martial arts, and he was not very interested in who the heir of his descendants was, but he knew that that person had no cultivation at all, so his tone was very flat : "Well, Xi'er, get up, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

"The emperor's ancestor, Xi'er, came here this time because of Yuan'er's affairs."

Emperor Ai's father, 'Emperor of Poetry' Ning Xi, once he heard his ancestor's tone, he knew that the other party didn't like him very much, but he didn't show the small thoughts in his heart on his face, but was as respectful as usual , he stood slightly, but still lowered his head, not daring to look at each other.

Hearing what he said, Ning Jing quickly thought about it in his head, and then realized the current situation of today's son, that is to say, his descendants.

His face changed slightly, and he quickly calmed down, but he never looked at Ning Xi: "Huh? Today? Go on."

Seeing the emperor's ancestor's reaction, Ning Xi knew there was something going on in his heart, so he said again: "Emperor's ancestor, although Yuan'er is young and ignorant, he has inherited the throne after all, but Yuan'er is weak and no one can use it. Power has been completely emptied by that prime minister.

So Xi'er begged the emperor's ancestors to go out and clean up all the enemies that blocked Yuan'er. "

"I won't handle this matter."

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Jing immediately vetoed what the other party asked for. The final result of the requested thing fell into Ning Xi's heart, which can be said to be a big disappointment.

Just a few years ago, he wanted to pass it on to his favorite second son, but he never thought that even though his second son was only less than ten years old.

But he also entrusted many talents who could be entrusted to him, and the result is still like this, which he did not expect.

This decision also made him regret it too much. Seeing that the political situation had been settled, and seeing that the power of this heir was slowly being taken care of by the talents he entrusted, he drank every day to relieve his worries.

It's just that in just a few short years, his heirs have been more in the palm of their hands than these talents, and it has also made his ancestor's inheritance seem to have been lost in his hands.

He tossed and turned every night, entangled in his heart, and finally pleaded with his ancestors at this time, but he didn't expect it to be a failure. When he heard this, his whole body turned black, just like Bao Qingtian. Same.

But after a few words, these faces disappeared, because the emperor's ancestors actually agreed to help and frightened these Xiaoxiao.

"But it's not impossible, after all, this is the country I brought down, and you and that Yuan'er are also my descendants, but I won't help you wipe out those enemies.

Because now my strength is not as good as before, and you should know this, and I can only help you eliminate a few enemies.

Because of the factors you can't imagine, I am afraid that those vassal states will take actions in recent years, but with me here, they dare not make big moves.

But if there are their inner ghosts in our dynasty, and they also know that my strength is not as good as before, I am afraid they will march into our side with the Three Kingdoms Alliance, and in the end our land may be divided into 13 by them. "

These words also made Ning Xi somewhat satisfied, he had already said what he wanted this time, so he looked at the other party's face slightly and retreated respectfully.

Ning Jing watched the figure of the man leave, sighed, raised his head slightly to look at the ceiling, and said: "Ah! It's a pity that his birth is unknown, otherwise I would have persuaded Xi'er to let him continue throne.

After all, he is the only one who has awakened his bloodline, but now he doesn't know where he is. "