Ze Tian Ji Chapter 190: The light in history

Pavilion of Ascending Mist's eighth portrait is Wang Zhice.

Anyone who knows a little about history is very clear that Wang Zhice is a true legend.He came from a poor background and has no cultivation qualification, but he successfully entered Heavenly Academy to study.He has been an ordinary clerk at Imperial Court during Great Ancestor, until four Suddenly Enlightenment overnight, starlight projection fell on the entire Chang'an City, directly from Purification and Ethereal Opening, and then became a strong generation.

What is even more amazing is that Wang Zhice learns from north to south, and is still good at military planning and formation. Following Your Majesty Taizong several northern expeditions, he eventually became the deputy commander of the coalition, led the army to break the main force of Demon race, and even broke through with a fine ride. Snowfield, killed under the Helan Mountain less than 800 miles away from Old Snow City

If you only count military achievements, or only consider the importance of the war that year, Wang Zhice is the most dazzling one among the bright stars, and the only person who can be tied with Your Majesty Emperor Taizong. With his meritorious deeds, of course, he is qualified to be ranked eighth in the portrait of Pavilion of Ascending Mist heroes, and even according to folks' views, he should be ranked higher, at least in the top three.

He ranks eighth in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, the reason is simple, because the military skill and the status of the people are too high, even already has reached the point where the power is high, and more importantly, the Hundred Herb Garden in his old age under Great Ancestor In the changes, he did not show his attitude in a timely manner like those like Duke of Zhao, Chen Gong, Qin Zhong, Yu Gong, etc., and stood firmly to the Your Majesty Taizong side. Because of this, even if he made even more achievements, he still could not get Your Majesty Taizong's With absolute trust, his loyalty has always been suspected. For this reason, after the end of the war, he told the old man to return to the government and never asked about politics.

Standing in front of the portrait, looks at, a middle-aged man with a calm jade ruler and a quiet expression, Chen Changshen was silent for a long time, and then continued to look at the portrait below.

Next, he saw the portraits of Qin Zhong and Yu Gong.The two Divine Generals who were accompanying next to Your Majesty Taizong at the time had the power of eternity, and now they have the name of eternity, because now both the palace and the folk Their portraits are affixed to the gate, and the portraits are exactly the same as those in Pavilion of Ascending Mist.

The two Divine General are just like these former sages in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, they are still human, already becomes god.

Chen Changshen's footsteps move slowly, eyes slowly move, jade torches held tightly in the hands, the light on the wall of grey color changes slightly, and the people in the portrait seem to have a lot of emotion.

The people in these portraits are like Wang Zhice, they are legends of the year, and each has its own legend-the atmosphere in Pavilion of Ascending Mist is solemn and solemn, but the people in the portraits are not the same. Very frivolous, such as Divine General Cheng Mingjie, some people are extremely solemn, such as Duke of Zheng.

It didn't take long for Chen Changshen to finish reading the twenty-four portraits on the east wall. These were the first heroes to receive this reward when Emperor Taizong established Pavilion of Ascending Mist. Then there were dozens of portraits. Those who were Former Emperor and Divine Empress successively entered the Pavilion of Ascending Mist.

Chen Changshen is getting silent. From the Great Ancestor retrograde dynasty to Taizong Dingjiangshan to Divine Empress ascended the throne, many major events have occurred in the long history of thousands of years.These people in Pavilion of Ascending Mist are the parties.They are the real existence in history.In other words, They are history.

Walking in Pavilion of Ascending Mist means walking in the long river of history. Those portraits have a history of vicissitudes, and they are more historically heavy. Numerous secrets disappear with the deceased and remain silent, but those secrets are in between, carrying countless Heaven Shaking moving past. If the former sages in the portrait can survive, or what information is left to be read by later generations, scholars who study history may have no regrets.

After watching all the portraits in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, it took about half an hour. Chen Changshen walked back to the futon in the building, stood in place, and started thinking about some things.

A moment later, a bell rang. The bell came from the ground and was a little distant, so it seemed extraordinarily quiet, but it only made him wake up from meditation and couldn't meditate.

With this bell, the torch he kept holding in his hand went out instantly, Pavilion of Ascending Mist suddenly became dark, and there was no light seeping through the gaps between those doors and windows.

Chen Changshen looked around the darkness and understood something. Grand Examination first place on the First Banner meditates in Pavilion of Ascending Mist all night. The first thing to do is to meditate. There is no foreign object interference in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, and the bells are quiet. At this time, it is even more difficult to see things. There is no other thing to do except to sit in a futon and think.

Great Zhou hopes that these portraits in Pavilion of Ascending Mist will be close to the same Aura as the Dao Aura who sits in the cabinet until the same tune, and firmly believe in the spiritual concept of imperial court and Divine Empress.

A few years ago, Grand Examination first place on the First Banner, not Li Mountain Sword Sect's disciple, but also southerner, did not have much sense of belonging to the Great Zhou, and entered the court. It was naturally difficult to resist the powerful Aura. I want to solidify my spirit.

Chen Changshen is a Zhou person.It is really possible to complete the original intention of the Grand Examination system designer, but he won the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, he couldn't meditate at all, his ideas could not fall on the future of the nation, the unification of Human World, but only In more subtle or more private places.

Time passes slowly and silently, still no trace of light appears.

Chen Changshen did not spend the night sitting on a futon like Quietly like the previous first place on the First Banner. He took off the short sword from the waist, held the scabbard in his left hand, and stretched into the air in front of him. In the dark Pavilion of Ascending Mist, no fingers can be seen and the short sword can't be seen, but since leaving Xi Ning Village, this short sword has rarely left his side. He is very familiar, raised his right hand, and accurately held the sword handle.

The two hands slowly separated, but the dagger was not separated from the scabbard. What he pulled out was not a sword, but a ball of light, just like the initial rise of Rising Sun. Pavilion of Ascending Mist was illuminated instantly.

A round Nightly Pearls appears in the palm of his right hand.

The soft light illuminates the wall of grey color, and also illuminates the floor through the finger seams. Behind him, a long shadow is drawn. As Nightly Pearls becomes bright, the shadow gradually talks.

He confirmed that the doors and windows of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist will not let out light, so he is not worried.

He held Nightly Pearls and walked towards those portraits.

Walking in the silent Pavilion of Ascending Mist, night is scattered by the light of his palm, and the truth is gradually revealed. Those people in his portrait of looks at, also think that the people in the portrait are looks at themselves.

He suppressed this weird feeling and came to the portrait of Wang Zhice again.

He held the dagger, pierced the sharp point of the sword into the blue brick seam next to the portrait, and slowly and carefully advanced forward, his hands holding the handle of the sword trembling slightly, his fingers turned white.