When Hang Tianyi came out of the palace, he looked back. For some reason, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of strangeness in his heart, as if this palace was not the palace he had been to before.
"Maybe I know why Concubine Yun behaved like this. The emperor is actually not satisfied with my affairs in Jingzhou. Is it because of Shen Muzhi?" Hang Tianyi thought in his mind.
If it was because of Shen Muzhi, then Hang Tianyi would have to reconsider some things.
What Chen Junmo wants to protect is not the country of the Dajing Dynasty or the people of Li, but the country of his Chen family.
In his eyes, everything that is beneficial to the Chen family is good, even if this kind of thing will cause irreparable harm to the people of the world.
Hang Tianyi knew that if he pointed out these points, Chen Junmo would say: Don't stick to trivial matters when doing big things.
But Chen Junmo ignored that water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.
The power of the people cannot be seen by those in power, but when it really exerts its power, it is too late to save it.
"It's not just these, maybe!" Hang Tianyi whispered to himself. What he did could be good for the world, the people, himself, and his relatives, but there were very few factors for the Chen royal family. .
It is precisely because of his persistence that he has been able to get where he is today.
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will not be confused and will persevere.
This is a small courtyard in the north of Kyoto. Bian Heng, the master of Shanhe Hall, has already taken off the mask on his face.
He looked to be about forty years old, with a beard, and a few strands of snow-white hair could be seen on his temples.
Bian Heng is in the Zifu realm. Logically speaking, he should not show signs of aging at such a young age. What's more, he still practices Taoist techniques.
Obviously, if a person has too many desires in his heart, no matter what technique he practices, it will not seem to be of much use.
Bian Heng's ambition was indeed big enough. Once, he thought that the authentic Taoism, including Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism, was too crowded, so he made a vow that Taoism would be the only authentic Taoism.
But what Bian Heng didn't expect was that his father, the previous head of Daode Guan, would pass the position of head to Master Qingchen instead of her son, who was determined to promote Da Guan.
At that time, Bian Heng couldn't figure it out, he just thought there was something fishy in it.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. He has gained his own power, his previous views have not changed, and his ambitions are getting bigger and bigger.
But Bian Heng knew that Shanhe Hall was not his, even though he was the master of Shanhe Hall.
He walked into the courtyard and saw a man in black clothes and a bamboo hat standing with his back to him.
This is a strong man in the Zifu realm. Bian Heng will not admit it. He is indeed no match for this person.
"Who gave you the courage to plan a plot against Hang Tianyi!" The man wearing a bamboo hat said, but he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. The strange energy on his body was released, and invisibly condensed into swords, attacking from all directions. It keeps roaring from the side.
Bian Heng's expression changed slightly, his mysterious power was activated, and Taoist magical powers were launched. Within ten feet between him and the man in black, terrifying forces were intertwined and released, causing the void to truly twist.
After a moment of stalemate, Bian Heng involuntarily slid back nearly half a foot, and the man in black, wearing a bamboo hat, shook his body a few times and stood still. In this way, he was clearly superior.
"He already knows some of our clues. If we don't get rid of him, it will be a big disaster!" Bian Heng said.
The man in black snorted: "You made your own decision. The Lord said that Hang Tianyi can't die now because he is too involved!"
Hearing this, Bian Heng was obviously stunned for a moment. After a moment, he said: "He is just a small policeman, what could be involved?"
"How can this be a secret that you can know?" the man in black said.
The anger in Bian Heng's heart was indescribable. He was such an aloof person. He could endure this man in black not only because his abilities were superior to his own, but also because he needed to rely on this man's strength.
"The meeting of the three churches is your chance. The Lord can help you, but he can also destroy you. If you obey, everything will be easy. If you don't, you will die without a burial place!" the man in black said sternly.
When Bian Heng heard this, the light in his eyes was extremely sharp. He just heard him say: "Until now, I still don't know who the master is. Am I not qualified enough to meet the master?"
"There is no doubt that you are indeed not qualified to become the master of Shanhe Hall. That is just your status!" There was an indescribable disdain in the words of the man in black.
"My identity?" Bian Heng's voice was slightly sharp.
The man in black said: "Do you think you are really an onion?"
"He wants to control the entire moral outlook? No...no, there is also Qingyun Academy and even Pudu Temple!"
Suddenly, Bian Heng showed his ambition, and it seemed that his ambition was nothing at all when this person he had never met lived here.
What kind of person is this? For a moment, Bian Heng's heart was filled with confusion. He kept stepping back, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.
The more confused he became, the more he thought about it, and the more fear he felt in his heart.
The man in the real hat standing with his back to Bian Heng raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Bian Heng was just that. If he was not a chess piece that could be used, why should he say anything to him?
Only when the fearful chess piece is used can it be a good chess piece.
"Qingyun Academy, moral values, Pudu Temple, Xuanmen authentic sect, and heresy, these forces are not needed for a real dynasty. What the dynasty wants is the world, the whole world!"
The ambition of this man in black is the most terrifying. What he wants is not only Qingyun Academy, Pudu Temple, and moral values, but also the Maurya Dynasty, the Witch Clan, the Monster Clan, and the entire world.
Of course, he is not the real master yet, but his words can definitely represent that person's meaning.
The world is theirs, not anyone else's. In the hearts of the men in black, there is a little more expectation. Only when the pie is bigger will it be interesting and will it satisfy its appetite.
Bian Heng exited the courtyard, and the breeze stroked his gray and messy hair. At this time, he was really confused. He didn't know whether joining the so-called Shanhe Hall was right or wrong.
"Now that I have chosen this path, I can only go to the dark side!" Bian Heng smiled helplessly, and he realized that he was so insignificant.
Perhaps, it is precisely because I am insignificant and a mortal that I should do some things that mortals should do.
Life is ordinary, but what ordinary people do is not necessarily ordinary.
With such thoughts, the ambition in Bian Heng's heart was rekindled. However, he knew that no one in this generation could compare with the Lord he had never seen before.