Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth not simple old beggar, harvest general!
Different from Wei San's perspective, from Di Xin's perspective, the slovenly old beggar in front of him had a different appearance.
In his mind's divine perception, the beggar in front of him was not a weak figure sitting there, but an ancient dragon elephant sitting cross-legged. His vitality and blood were so majestic that in this bustling street,
It is like a big sun exuding endless brilliance.
In the cloudy eyes, golden light flashed, seeming to hide the sun, moon and stars, revealing a great wisdom that could see through the world.
Behind him stood a shadowy figure of a god whose face could not be seen, which was vaguely integrated with the entire street, the world, and blended together, exhaling the popularity of the mortal world with every breath.
Di Xin laughed loudly, "How do you know what I'm telling you is a lie, and why do you think I'm bragging?"
"No one has been able to do it since ancient times."
"If you don't try, how will you know you can't do it?" Di Xin's eyes flashed, and a figure wearing a humanistic crown was faintly revealed behind him.
"Huh?" The old beggar let out a soft cry, and he couldn't help but sit up straight. His cloudy eyes were filled with light, and he regained his clarity.
People's words and actions may be purposeful and deceptive.
But the strong man's divine will cannot deceive others. It contains a person's martial arts philosophy, life philosophy, and the collision of laws and divine will. The old beggar instantly understood the true meaning of Di Xin's martial arts.
The old beggar pointed at Di Xin in shock and said, "The prince actually has such a lofty ambition?"
Emperor Xin nodded lightly and said, "How about it? If you can gain the eyes of Sir, Sir, would you be willing to help me?"
"Does that world where everyone is rich and equal really exist?" the old beggar trembled.
"Nature exists." Although it is not in this world, Dashang does indeed exist.
Not to mention Great Shang, there is a great country on Blue Star that has almost reached its goal on this road.
"My lord, is it possible that your ideal and your grand plan can be realized even 10% of the time?"
"10%?" Di Xin said with a smile, "It's too low, about 70% to 80%."
It's not that Di Xin is arrogant and has successful experience in establishing Dashang. He only needs to use Dashang's successful cases as a template to apply to Da Li. This is not too easy for him, the Human Emperor.
Seeing Di Xin's confident look, the old beggar was doubtful, but in any case, no matter whether this vision was possible or not, having such an ambitious and wise king was undoubtedly worthy of his trust.
"In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer. My lord, I hope you will not forget your heroic words today."
"That's natural." Di Xin agreed. After all, his strength comes from these seemingly insignificant people and from humanity. He will never betray these lovely people more than anyone else. This is the foundation of his life.
The old beggar stood up tremblingly, holding on to the wall, and said: "Since the prince has such great ambitions and is old and incapable of talent, I am willing to help him."
Regardless of whether the prince in front of him can succeed in the end, the old beggar decided to go out to help. After all, someone has to do things, otherwise the people at the bottom will always live in dire straits.
The old beggar bowed solemnly to Di Xin and said: "Old man Zeng Hongshen, I pay my respects to my lord."
Upon seeing this, Di Xin quickly stretched out his hand to help him up and said: "I don't dare to be such a great gift to you sir. Sir, please get up quickly."
Emperor Xin was overjoyed. It had been so long since he came to the Ancient Moon Realm, but it hadn't been long in fact. Not even two days had passed, but he had finally gained a general. He had a top-notch combat force in the world, and he was finally no longer alone.
His power has finally taken shape, and he has the combat power that he can use. Then he does not have to do everything personally. He can safely leave it to his subordinates and start to be his hands-off boss with peace of mind. This is
What he is best at is simply not too skilled.
On the carriage back to the palace, Di Xin affectionately took the hand of his new subordinate, the old beggar Zeng Hongshen, and asked him to sit next to him.
Di Xin's expression remained normal, but Wei Sanhan's body swayed, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but it was nothing else.
But Zeng Hongshen was really sloppy, the odor on his body was too strong, and the air in the carriage was not very circulated, which made them uncomfortable. They didn't know how the prince managed to look normal.
As a martial arts expert, Zeng Hongshen naturally could see the facial expressions of everyone in the carriage like the palm of his hand and knew it from the heart. He was not dissatisfied with the facial expressions of Wei, Han, and Wu. After all, it was human nature.
But for Di Xin, holding hands and sitting next to him, facing the strange smell of rancidity on his body, and still looking so normal, he admired him from the bottom of his heart.
He secretly thought in his heart that he was indeed a hero of a generation who was rarely seen in the ages and had set great ambitions. He couldn't help but have some expectations for his next career.
Wei San on the other side of the carriage was still thinking about where he had seen the name Zeng Hongshen. Zeng Hongshen had just committed suicide. Han Wu and Di Xin had no reaction to this name, but when they heard Wei San's
In his ears, it gave him the same familiar feeling.
He was sure that he must have heard this name somewhere, but he thought about it for a long time and still couldn't remember it.
In the palace, Song Qianwei woke up from the bed in the guest room with a cry, and found herself lying in an antique room. The antique furniture and quilts inlaid with dragons and phoenixes clearly showed that this family was extraordinary.
I'm not in the organization. Where am I? Song Qianwei has a terrible headache. By the way, I remembered that I was being chased and ran for my life, so I am now...
Song Qianwei came back to her senses and saw a beautiful woman beside the bed. Watching her wake up, she smiled sweetly: "Sister, are you awake?"
"Who is this?" Song Qianwei was confused.
Di Xin's carriage finally returned to Prince Yu's Mansion after a long journey. It took half an hour longer to get back than it had gone there. It was still early in the morning when it went to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and there was no one around. The carriage ran smoothly all the way.
When I came back, it was no longer possible. The streets were crowded and it was really slow to walk, but luckily it was uneventful.
Returning to the palace, Di Xin was not in a hurry to find his princess Wang Ruoqing.
Instead, he first settled in his new husband Zeng Hongshen, chose a guest room of the highest standard for him, purchased several sets of decent clothes, asked his servants to boil water, and asked Zeng Hongshen to wash himself properly.
Ichiban.
At the same time, he also ordered the kitchen to prepare a good meal, and he wanted to cleanse Zeng Hongshen.
Wei San and Han Wu followed the prince back to the palace. After returning from the outside, they naturally had to return to their original posts to report.
"Ah!" Wei San slapped his forehead, startling Han Wu who was next to him, and asked quickly: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing?" Wei San looked calm. He finally remembered where he heard Zeng Hongshen's name.