The fire ignited in Wuliang Palace, which could be vaguely visible a hundred miles away.

Li Shimin stood on the platform at the top of the Imperial Heaven Prison, looking at the firelight ignited from the Wuliang Palace in the wind, muttering with grief: "It's over, Wang Langjun has killed himself?

If you die, it would be in vain that I own the Book of Heaven?

If I had known this, I would not have competed with you and ended up in vain.

Am I wrong?"

His words were so sad and powerless that he was filled with sadness.

As the saying goes, it is hard to see an opponent in life.

Even if they hate each other and fight to death during their lifetime, they will be at most silent when they are dying.

Rather than the joy of victory dominates.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

He fought with Wang Langjun for several months and failed in a single game.

It is said that he is not an opponent, so he should be able to make Wang Langjun hate him to the core and eat his meat raw.

However, now he does not hate Wang Langjun at all.

On the contrary, he understood Wang Langjun's pursuit, not seeking imperial power or fame, but only seeking freedom and only admire immortals.

Although he cannot experience that state of mind, it is a great pleasure to realize it as a lifelong dream and never stop until death.

It is always better than those who are mediocre, but are clamoring for how much money they have earned, how many women they have joined, how many industries they have owned, how many fame they have owned, how many fame they have become, how many fame they have owned, and what fame they have become.

As the old saying goes, the beauty of the soul is truth, goodness and beauty.

A person is focused and devotes himself to a certain job, career, and dream pursuit to expand and strive for progress, and never give up until he achieves his goal.

That is a state of truth, goodness and beauty.

There is no distinction between high and low in this state, but the sublimation of the mind is high and low.

He is so high that he can reach the sky and immediately realize the state of ascension.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, this is just a for example.

Otherwise, why did ancient monks expose the saying that three thousand great ways can be ascended to immortality?

The same is true for this mortal business.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you have a high or low status, it just depends on how you practice and improve your realm and comprehension.

If you want to distinguish between high and low, you will only know the basics.

It sways like half a can of water.

And the water will not sway.

The mood is still the same.

Wang Langjun's mental cultivation was that he never showed off anything to outsiders.

In the past, I always thought that he was planning my country and country, and he was really a villain to judge a gentleman.

Now that I saw him die in a bad life, my heart was empty.

My body is also feeling weak, what's wrong?

Suddenly feeling so powerless and tired?

Why is this happening?

Li Shimin stood on the platform at the top of the Imperial Heaven Prison, thinking about his thoughts, and inadvertently burst into tears.

"rustle"

Under the guidance of Xiao Xiangzi, Wei Zheng walked up and approached the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to do?"

"You're here?

Alas, it’s just your Wei Sanben. I’ve been tired of hearing it, so it’s better not to talk about it.”

Li Shimin looked at him sideways, only seeing a shadow under the light of the lantern, and he didn't see anything clearly, and said impatiently.

Xiao Xiangzi waited for an opportunity to bring the Grand Master's chair, put it behind the emperor, and then helped the emperor sit on the chair, putting a big red cloak on the emperor to keep warm.

Even so, Xiao Xiangzi felt that the emperor's skin was cold and shed tears in pain.

He just cried silently, just like when he saw the emperor silently talking to himself, and quickly asked someone to invite Wei Zheng, hoping that Wei Zheng could calm the emperor's quiet mind and avoid hurting his spirit and body.

Unfortunately, Li Shimin knew everything he had done for him, but he couldn't lift himself up.

Wei Zheng also realized that it was all Wang Langjun who caused the trouble.

To put it bluntly, it is all caused by the inheritance of the Heavenly Book.

This Tianshu Bar gives people the hope of becoming immortal and eternal life, and makes people crazy about it.

But suddenly the hope is cut off, which is undoubtedly a heart-killing and soul-killing.

It makes people lose their pursuit and motivation, and even think that they are old and die, and no matter how hard they fight, they can't escape death. How sad?

What can you get in the end by laying a foundation with great effort?

In the past, I pursued fame and kept it in history, and I worked hard all my life without regrets when I died.

Let’s not talk about whether it will succeed or not.

Just talking about how to suddenly hear the way to ascend to immortality on this journey, how could it be possible to resist the temptation?

Well, it’s time to change your goals, pursue your ideals, and go to the fairyland.

This is true, but the line was broken in the middle and there was no chance to ascend to immortality again. Where can I get the motivation to keep the name of the world in history?

The gap between the two is like a gap, the difference between heaven and earth.

So much so that my heart was dead, what should I do?

Wei Zheng asked himself, what he was thinking about was the emperor's state of mind, but wasn't it his own state of mind?

In the past, he thought he only wanted to keep his name in history, and used this as an excuse to deceive himself.

Just now, not long ago, he heard a passerby exclaiming that Wuliang Palace had caught fire and was in a bad mood.

Even though I looked in the sound, I saw the scene of the Wuliang Palace burning half of the sky.

He also took a breath of cold air in the cold wind, making his heart feel cold.

I felt it, but I was absolutely not as panic as my mind and felt quiet.

At that moment, he realized that he was quietly unaware that he was coveting the inheritance of the heavenly books and yearning for the immortal path.

But it's already 80,000 years late.

At present, he seems to have grown older like the emperor.

My heart was also cold.

When Wei Zheng heard the emperor's impatient words again, he felt uncomfortable and continued, "Emperor, why don't we send troops to support Wuliang Palace?"

"Uh, do you think so too?

I thought about it with me.

But what's the use? Is it just for psychological comfort?

I don’t need psychological comfort, no, that will make me more painful, do you know?"

Li Shimin sat on the chair of the Grand Master, and roared weakly at Wei Zheng on the right.

It’s a pity that there is not much noise, just like a person who hasn’t eaten for a few days is talking.

Only angry, without strength, deterrent.

Xiao Xiangzi burst into tears and felt so distressed. What should I do?

Once this emperor loses his energy, he probably won't have long life.

Not only can they not handle government affairs, but they will also delay government affairs and make the villain plot against them.

By then it will be a dead end!

Once the emperor dies, my father-in-law will die too!

This is impossible to live.

It seems that Wei Zheng can't count on him anymore, who should I find...

Wei Zheng saw that the emperor was really afraid, fearing that Wang Langjun would be burned to death by the fire and make the emperor lose the Heavenly Book, so he would die.

To put it bluntly, the emperor had the idea of ​​living and dying with the Book of Heaven?

Therefore, the emperor was very sensitive to the statement of supporting Wuliang Palace, for fear that he would be alive by people in the dark forces and deprived of the heavenly books. Life is worse than death?

But what's the solution?

Wei Zheng shouted in his heart, useless, so he bowed with his fists and said, "Your Majesty, why not fake the heavenly book..."
To be continued...