Chapter 1 God Man's Skyfall

No one knows how hot Xu Chang was this summer. The face of the great master sitting cross-legged on the hot altar was sweating more and more. He could even hear the sound of his skin being blistered and broken by the sun. The whole people of Xuchang under the altar looked forward to him, and the air was full of the smell of sweat on them.

He secretly opened his eyes and looked at the little emperor who was sitting not far away eating grapes. The guards beside him held gold umbrellas to shade him. The maids held ice and waved big fans and twitched regularly. The ministers around him were all sad faces of their dead father.

And their little emperor, who is only 15 years old, always makes people can't help spoiling him, and his naive and simple appearance will occasionally make people forget that he is a noble emperor.

But he is indeed sitting in the world, above ten thousand people.

He did not make any efforts, unlike himself, how many relatives he sacrificed, and even trampled his dignity on his feet before climbing to the position of national teacher.

But now that the little emperor is unhappy, he casually finds a reason to kill himself.

Ha ha, the world is really impermanent, and after all, it is retribution.

The little emperor leaned against the dragon chair, his eyes were lazy, pointed to the great master who did not move, and asked the person on the right, "Lord Taifu, it's noon. Why hasn't the saint still appeared?"

Taifu Fengling arched his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I came forward to ask."

The little emperor nodded indifferently and opened his mouth to receive the grapes handed over by the maid.

Fengling stepped up to the altar, stopped on the ninth step, smiled and asked, "Master, it's noon. Why hasn't the saint recorded in the 'Hou Jian' to appear for a long time?"

The national teacher opened his eyes and snorted coldly from his nose, "The national teacher has his own calculations. Don't bother Mr. Fu."

"Isn't the national teacher's words to blame the subordinates for his replacement?" Feng Lingzhi also looked coldly and coldly, "It's just that Your Majesty doesn't have the time and energy to accompany you to bask in the sun here. If the master does not invite the saint, the national master only needs to directly plead with his majesty, and then explain that the 'histor' is really nonsense and meaningless. He casually admits that the death of Wan Guifei has nothing to do with ghosts and gods. It is man-made, and your majesty will certainly be light on you.

From a light hair?

Joke! At that time, he listened to the king of Rui's threat and killed Wan Guifei, and attributed the matter to the ghosts and gods on the seventh day of June. Now let him admit that it is nonsense. Isn't it that he is the murderer of Wan Guifei?

However, Cheng also 'se Xujian' and defeat 'se Xujian'. At that time, he thought that the little emperor was easy to believe in this ghost and god thing when he was young, but he didn't expect that he took 'Shi Xujian' and turned a few pages. Seeing this sentence "the saint fell from the sky on the second day of July", he forced himself to invite the saint and issued an edict to tell the people that today's national teacher I want to invite the saint.

Now the whole city is accompanying him to bask in the sun around the altar, but he is just an ordinary person, and the 'seconcujian' is just a ghost talk he picked up. How can he invite a saint out!

The little emperor over there was a little impatient and asked the eunuchs around him to send a message: "Lord, if you don't invite the saint, your majesty will go back to the palace."

The national teacher sweated like rain and couldn't lift his eyelids.

The little emperor stood up from the dragon chair and stretched out his waist very childishly. When he was about to set up a stand back to the palace, a thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, which scared the eunuch beside him to soften his legs and almost fell down.

The little emperor looked at him indifferently. The father-in-law only felt that this look was more frightening than the thunder just now. He quickly knelt down and slapped himself in the face and said, "I deserve to die.

The little emperor smiled at him and comforted him, "What are you afraid of, Grandpa Gao? It's normal to thunder in summer."

Such a peaceful tone immediately appeased the heart of the father-in-law and a series of ministers behind him. They were no longer afraid or noisy. They all stopped to see what had happened.

The little emperor turned his eyes to the direction that had just remembered the thunder. The clear sky, which was still cloudless, suddenly rolled in thick dark clouds from the distance, and the wind began to blow.

The people around the altar immediately became excited and shouted things like "The saint is coming."

Taifu came from the altar and said to the little emperor, "Your Majesty, there is a vision in the sky, and it doesn't look like a normal thunderstorm. Does Your Majesty want to go back to the palace first?"

The little emperor touched his smooth chin and thought about it.

"No, let's take a look. Maybe our master can really invite a saint. I have wanted to see the saint for a long time." The little emperor smiled and said.

The national teacher on the altar is also a little puzzled. Although he can't ask the saint, he can still see the weather. However, when he watched the stars last night, there should be no rain today...

No, that's not a rain cloud! After discovering the abnormality, he immediately widened his eyes and watched the gray dark clouds turn blood red, like blood steamed buns, densely covering the whole sky.

Don't mention his promiscuous great master, at first glance, the officials on the emperor's side, including the little emperor, are puzzled.

Then there was a thunder, which separated a little bit in the blood-red clouds of the earth, and a glimmer of light passed through the clouds and hit the altar.

The cloud was indeed very gloomy and horrible just now, but this beam of light seemed to tell the people watching it below, don't panic, everything will be fine.

The national master looked up at the light leaking from the air. Bathed in such a holy light, he began to regret his previous use and killing of others for status and rights. He began to feel that he was an asshole and felt that the little emperor was a holy monarch. If there was still a chance, he must be the little emperor. Let's expose King Rui's conspiracy together!

Suddenly, he saw that a black spot seemed to appear in the holy light, and the black spot was getting bigger and bigger. Soon he saw what the black spot was.

seems to be a person.

And it's hitting where you are.

He was dazzled... He rubbed his eyes and planned to see if he had fallen from the world, but when he opened his eyes again, he only let out a sharp scream and was unconscious.

The little emperor witnessed the whole process, and even people like him who were used to all kinds of surprising events couldn't help showing the look of "Are you dreaming" to the man who fell from the sky and hit the head of the great master.

The blush in the sky slowly dissipated, the sky returned as usual, and the stunned people below could not come back for a long time.

The man who fell on the altar was untidy and held his hands tightly on his chest, as if protecting something important.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked blankly at the people around him, and his face was unreservedly exposed to the people and officials.

The whole Xuchang City echoed with an unknown gasp.

The people no longer dared to peep at the face of the sky. They knelt down and shouted aloud, "May the saint bless our country peace, bless the country's health, and bless the wind and rain!"

For unknown reason, he just gently picked up the corners of his mouth, and the uncutable voice in his mouth disappeared into the noise. No one heard what he said, and maybe even the great master under him who was half-dead did not hear it.

But that was indeed the first sentence he came to the world:

"Stupid human beings, wait to be conquered by me!"