I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.
Zhao Li stood in the courtyard, the man in the wheelchair holding a bowl of noodles.
"Eat something?" the man asked.
Zhao Li wiped away tears and shook his head.
"Eat it, don't waste it." The man added, "I hate to see people cry, especially people like you."
Zhao Li wiped the old tears on his face, picked up the noodles An Ning handed him, and took a big bite while standing.
"Come and sit here." The man also took a bite and said vaguely, "Don't worry, I've been waiting for so many years, it's not too late."
Zhao Li did not move the stool, but squatted beside the wheelchair.
The man suddenly stopped while eating: "Is this how you coaxed me to eat when I was a kid?"
Zhao Li nodded: "Your Highness was the naughtiest when he was a child. I have to work hard to get you to eat well."
As he spoke, he started to cry again.
"There's no need to call you Your Highness. I've long been no longer Your Highness. Now I'm just a cripple who doesn't even have a home." The man waved his hand.
"Actually, His Majesty also sent someone to look for you back then..."
The man interrupted Zhao Li: "It doesn't matter whether you look for it or not. After everything is done, what's the point of looking for it or not."
"I didn't understand it before, but I can understand it now. But it has nothing to do with whether I kill him or not." The man took the last sip of the soup and handed the bowl to An Ning.
"Are you finished? Let's go when you're done."
Zhao Li couldn't say anything, and in the end he could only push his wheelchair out in silence.
An Ning put down the bowl and was about to follow when a man's voice came from the front: "You stay."
An Ning had no choice but to retreat.
I don’t know from which dynasty or generation, the emperor at that time discovered a dragon vein. The luck in it was very powerful, strong enough to help people become saints.
But luck is not inexhaustible, so the emperor sent dozens of the strongest formation mages to set up a large vein-locking formation.
After the emperor died, he was buried in the formation. He also left an edict stating that every emperor must guard the formation after his death.
And every time the formation is opened, there will be a slight gap.
A gap that allows a practitioner to pass through. This gap can stay for three years. In other words, every practitioner who enters the formation has three years to use the dragon veins to achieve enlightenment and become a saint.
There were many people who wanted to become saints, so the emperor stipulated that only those who entered Taoism before the age of thirty were eligible to enter.
So the first battle for borrowing blood began.
Thousands of years later, dynasties changed from generation to generation, and more and more emperors were buried in the dragon veins.
Therefore, the formation is also called: "Dragon Tomb."
An Ning sat in silence for a while, then pulled out the sword and started practicing. An Ning had never been so eager for power.
The master went to a very dangerous place. Although the master was very strong, there were too many strong people inside.
An Ning began to hate herself for being lazy and not practicing properly, so now she couldn't accompany her master to face danger.
Thinking of this, An Ning works harder.
Zhao Li pushed the wheelchair all the way to the palace.
Emperor Zhao had just woken up and did not get up. He was half lying on the dragon couch with his hair loose and his clothes open.
The brown age spots are clearly visible, and the hair is black and white without a trace of luster, exuding a lifeless gray.
Anyone who saw him would know that he was dying soon.
Zhao Li knocked on the door outside: "Your Majesty, people are here!"
Emperor Zhao half-closed his eyes and did not reply.
After a while, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and rubbed his numb face: "Let him come in."
The door opened, and the sound of a wheelchair slowly entered.
Zhao Li stopped the wheelchair and turned around to go out.
Emperor Zhao and the man in the wheelchair looked at each other.