Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 330 The future emperor ascended the throne!

Ji Qiu pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Walking out in front of him, he saw a quiet small courtyard next door, a woman in purple gauze stood under the hall for a long time, her pair of phoenix eyes looked at the direction where he was standing, complicated and unspeakable.

Regarding this, there was no surprise on his face, he just walked towards him.

"Mrs. Zhao."

Slightly nodded and said hello.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Qiu wanted to leave.

But he was stopped by the woman in the purple gauze dress:

"Mr. Ji."

A faint scent of incense spread into Ji Qiu's breath, and at the same time, only Zhao Nishang spoke softly:
"Actually, I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"That child, why can you value him so much?"

Her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, thinking about what happened today, she didn't know whether it was good or bad.

But for the rest of March, the situation in Wangcheng has been turned upside down.

Qin Zhengjian was able to pick seven high-ranking ministers with ease. General Zhao Wuling, Da Sima Yuxiang and other factions did not publicly support him as the king of Zhao, but judging by the attitudes they showed, they were probably similar.

In addition, the scene of Da Sima Yuxiang's visit that day.

Everyone called Zhao Nishang like a dream.

She didn't dare to think that her son would be able to achieve such a level one day.

For such a long time, she didn't have the courage to ask Ji Qiu, because she was afraid that this would affect Mr. Ji's attitude towards Qin Zheng.

But today, on the ancestral altar, the political leaders of Qin challenged Zhao Wumu with swords to decide the final throne.

Zhao Nishang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Hearing the words of this once magnificent woman in purple skirt who can still see a bit of grace and elegance.

Ji Qiu turned around and smiled:
"Is it important?"

"maybe."

"But Mrs. Zhao, do you really need to be so worried about him as before?"

"Since he got the inheritance of Zhao Wu Wang Yong and stimulated the potential in his body."

"Qin Zheng, you are no longer just the young child in your eyes."

"If the aptitude is outstanding, even if it is buried in the sand, it will eventually shine in the future, but sooner or later."

"So, I didn't create him. Even without me, Ji Qiu, this child would not be able to disappear from everyone."

"Time will tell the answer."

"Look, the child you give birth to will be a legend that will be rare in the next era."

"You should be proud of him, and from today on, he's going to take his first real steps."

Looking at the rising sun in the distance, Ji Qiu said so.

Afterwards, the White-robed True Monarch saluted slightly and left.

Only Zhao Nishang was left in place, a little stunned.

Yes.

that kid
He was no longer the weak and lonely boy in her eyes.

Thinking of this, Zhao Nishang looked at the distant figure in white, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

Noble.

"Thank you sir."

Zhao Wangcheng, Yin Yang family.

When Mr. Wu Mu was in power in the past, he loved to recruit hundreds of rare scholars as his disciples. Therefore, in the capital of the king, there were also prominent schools and establishments, such as Yin Yang and Zongheng.

Therefore, in this spacious mansion in the northwest corner.

Go through the long corridor.

At this time, Dong Jun, the leader of the Yin-Yang lineage, is recuperating his injuries.

In the battle three months ago, in order to make Zhao Wuwang Yong's strength not as good as before, he used spells to suppress him forcibly, but he suffered a lot of backlash.

Right now, but just now slowed down.

"call"

After taking a long breath, he opened his eyes, and then looked forward.

In his line of sight, there is a bluestone desk, on which there are several objects for observing astrology and fortune, which are quite strange, and they are all untold secrets of Yin and Yang, and it is possible to calculate some things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. thing.

"I saw that Qin Zhenghui is the throne of Zhao."

Quiet environment, empty.

The next moment, Dongjun suddenly spoke.

In front of him, an illusory water mirror appeared.

As the voice spread, his complexion was a little gloomy:

"But after."

"In the dark, there are unpredictable major events happening, like clouds of fog, people can't see clearly."

"I have a hunch."

"That may be caused by 'variables' that are off track, which is not a good thing."

"All I can say is, be prepared, gentlemen."

"Kyushu. The sky may change."

His words spread in all directions through the water mirror, and entered the ears of some people.

That's all, Dong Jun closed his eyes again, his face paler.

Obviously, every deduction and calculation he made was not without cost.

Whatever is taken, must be given out, the law of conservation of things has always been like this.

And the deeper the peek is, the more severe the price will be.

The results he sent were naturally accepted by Ji Qiu.

Before stepping into the inner city where the mountains roared and the tsunami seemed to welcome the new king Xuan, Ji Qiu was a little thoughtful when he heard the result calculated by Dongjun.

The trajectory of fate has been completely deviated.

Zhao Wu Wang Yong completely fell, Zhao's orthodoxy was replaced, and Dong Jun calculated that Qin Zheng was about to ascend the throne, so where could the unforeseen events come from?

Ji Qiu frowned.

He glanced in the direction of Xiqin and Haojing, fell silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to the sky.

If there is an accident.
Then, it can only come from these.

"It's just that it's so many years earlier."

There was some murmuring in his mouth.

Then, the figure disappeared from the street in an instant.

Qin Zheng exhaled lightly, looking at the sharp sword in his hand a little distracted.

This is a three-foot long sword that is as clear as glass and glows with azure color.

When I completely refined Zhao Wu Wang Yong's gift, and inspired my innate talent.

His husband, Ji Qiu.

He made a special trip to Zhubing Hall in Wangcheng, and begged for a sword from Ou Yezi, a veritable "craftsman" who is now worthy of the name.

The name of the sword is Chunjun, and it is a proud work of its early years. It is supreme and noble, thick and majestic, comparable to Wang Bing.

Even the descendants of the king's blood are not as good as him in terms of weaponry.

Today's young man is dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold patterns, and there is majesty and nobility in his brows.

Zhao Wu Wang Yong's inheritance and the blood in his body have completely changed Qin Zheng's temperament in the past six months, making him no longer like a mediocre child.

He already has the qualifications to be a king.

At his feet.

It's one step after another.

And the direction leading to it is the tall altar standing in front of it, which is about ten feet long, with dragon pillars standing on both sides, and nobles and dignitaries gathered around.

It was the Heavenly Punishment Altar that was cast when offering sacrifices to the Holy Heavenly Punisher. All the materials used, including the covering formation, are rare in the world. Even if it is the ancient blood of the gods, it may not be able to break it.

After King Yong of Zhao Wu objected to the sanctification of sacrifices, General Zhao Wuling came forward and abolished the sacrifice of Tian Xingjun in the great Zhao Kingdom.

Therefore, this Heavenly Punishment Altar has only a symbolic meaning left.

But it cannot be denied that it was the most solemn place in the entire royal city.

Moreover, it is also the only place that can withstand the fighting skills of real great supernatural beings.

Da Sima Yuxiang was dressed in a red robe. He looked at Qin Zheng, who was calmly stepping up to the altar, frowned slightly, and whispered a secret word, which entered his ears:
"Qin Zheng."

"You don't necessarily need to be so big."

"Zhao Wumu is the direct blood descendant of King Wu Yong. Even if he has not inherited his inheritance, he is still a dignified prince-level existence."

"In such a short time, can you really be sure to suppress him?"

When Qin Zhengjian selected the seven gods and blood Shangqing to prove his strength and qualifications, in fact, the great Sima Yuxiang had already recognized him.

Yu Xiang didn't want to see Zhao Wumu take the throne.

In addition to the side he met with Qin Zheng half a year ago, he saw the extraordinaryness of this young man, so he was willing to support him.

However, the Zhao family's tradition has always respected martial arts and highly respected the strong.

Therefore, even if he could win Zhao Wuling in with the will of King Wu to support Qin Zheng together, he could not directly ask him to inherit the position of King Zhao.

Zhao Wumu is a hurdle that cannot be avoided no matter what.

Originally, Yu Xiang was planning to make a ruthless move, following the example of how he treated the descendant Jin Lord in the past when the three families were divided into Jin Dynasty, and then attack Zhao Wumu.

But what he didn't expect was that Qin Zheng unexpectedly launched an upright battle for the crown prince against Zhao Wumu when everyone's impression of him changed.

Even with Ji Qiu's bottom line, until today, Yu Xiang is still not optimistic that Qin Zheng can win.

Therefore, even at this critical moment, he still chose to speak out, wanting Qin Zheng to think carefully.

However, the young man in black clothes who was soaring upwards just glanced sideways at him, and then shook his head lightly.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up, landed on both feet, and stood in the middle of the extremely spacious altar, facing the Wumu Jun who had been waiting for a long time without saying a word, holding a golden sword in his forehand.

At the next moment, Jian Feng raised his hand:

"More than three months ago, you wanted to kill me."

"On this altar today."

"Qin Zheng takes the position of King Zhao as a bet, and will win or lose the next game with you."

"I don't know, do you dare to open it?"

Looking at the young man in black clothes with determination in front of his brows, Wu Mu Jun felt angry for a moment.

But at the same time, he felt an uncontrollable sense of frustration.

He... is just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Don't look at Zhao Wumu's youth, but he has actually lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and almost witnessed the rise and fall of the Zhao family, which is why he has today's power and strength.

But how many things and how many changes in the world have I seen for this mere mediocrity?

Wu Mujun admitted that he really looked down on the mere proton in front of him.

As a result, when Qin's political leaders came to fight him with the right to inherit the throne.

After Wu Mujun was astonished, he even thought that this kid lost his mind after defeating Qishangqing.

Therefore, he put down his backhand, and also put down his plan to drive away wolves and tigers, and wanted to play a game with Da Sima Yuxiang.

He knew that General Zhao Wuling was an upright person who would not do any tricks, and only Da Sima was a threat.

but!
As long as he is today, on this altar, under the witness of many high officials and nobles.

Completely suppress Qin Zheng, even if there is a slight suspicion of bullying the small, as long as he can win, the throne will still be his.

Even if this kid got a gift from his father, so what!
King Wu's authority is only half a year, so could it be possible that he can surpass his hundreds of years of practice?

In an instant, as Qin Zheng's words fell, Zhao Wumu didn't say anything.

But on this day's execution altar, the wind and sand are gradually rising, which shows his choice, just the next moment——

The mighty killing intent gathered in the palm of the sword in an instant, cut out from Wu Mujun's hand!

If it weren't for the supreme barrier that had been laid on this high platform, and only this blow leaked, the place might have completely collapsed.

With one blow from the duke, he would destroy cities and mountains at every turn, and suppress the world!
But even though the aftermath did not spread, the movement still shocked the Shangqing nobles who were watching:

"On the battlefield, a prince-level power can easily overturn the situation of the battle. How could it be so close to observe it?"

"Today is a good experience."

"It's just that I didn't expect that Wu Mujun's opponent is just a teenager. Such a situation is simply rare and unheard of!"

"This Qin Zheng is young, and he has received the orthodox inheritance of Wu Wangyong. In a short period of time, he defeated Qi Shangqing with swords all the way. It may be that there is something wrong with his mentality. He is really too young and aggressive."

"It's a pity, if we don't fight head-on, the Zhao Clan's lord, he doesn't have a chance, it's not like it is now, there is no suspense."

Shangqing, who had lost face in front of Qin Zheng before, commented silently.

At this time, they no longer dared to speak sharp words.

After all, even if it is not the opponent of the ancient man of divine blood, suppressing a group of high-ranking scholars is nothing more than raising a sword to Qin Zheng.

He used his own strength to thoroughly prove himself and shed the label of proton.

But this is not enough.

Unless he can continue to win today.

However, in the eyes of these people, this possibility is really too small.

But if he wasn't insignificant, how could Zhao Wumu come here?

The roar that shook the sky, the two fought against each other day and night!
Qin Zheng held Chunjun in his hand, feeling the surging pressure oncoming, watching the golden sword energy bloom, his originally heavy face gradually receded, replaced by more excited.

"really."

He murmured softly, and summoned purple sword energy from the Chun Jun sword, and his body was covered with a layer of red armor, just like a red lion.

In just a few months, he stimulated his own blood, refined all the inheritance of Zhao Wu and Wang Yong, and studied Ji Qiu's sword moves assiduously.

The combination of the three is the ultimate leap, not inferior to ordinary ancients!
At the first confrontation with Zhao Wumu, Qin Zheng felt that he was not strong.

And today.
He is going to turn this estimate into reality!

In an instant, Qin Zheng's breath soared!
Roar! !

The dragon's roar, as if born from the void, faintly resounded from his body, making Zhao Wumu's movements involuntarily stagnant.

In addition, the blood-red armor that surrounded him all the time made Zhao Wumu feel that he was facing King Yong of Zhao Wu every time he confronted each other, thus an invisible haze shrouded his heart.

Even though he is just a young man, yet he puts such pressure on him
"absurd!"

Gritting his teeth, he didn't want to waste too much time, he raised his hand with great strength, and clenched the golden sword tightly, like an ancient monster, setting off a monstrous sword aura, and immediately wanted to engulf Qin Zheng completely.

"I'll see how you can stop it!"

His eyes were ruthless, his heart was jealous, he no longer hesitated, the tyrannical divine blood boiled and turned into a sword, covering the entire altar without letting go of a single gap!

People from the outside world can't see the scene at this time.

But after they felt Zhao Wumu's extremely strong posture, most of them thought that the victory and defeat had been decided.

Even Da Sima Yuxiang's face was gloomy at this moment.

"Bad thing."

He clenched his fists and looked back involuntarily.

Looking at what he was looking at, he saw a figure in white clothes watching the ceremony.

The man's eyes were indifferent, without any intention of making a move, which made Yu Xiang a little puzzled.

"As a gentleman, won't he stop him?"

Yu Xiang hesitated for a moment.

However, he hadn't waited for him to make up his mind.

Click!

That day, the large protective formation that concealed the aura within the execution altar suddenly shattered a corner.

For a moment, all the god-blood nobles present looked up in amazement, watching the air flow spread in all directions, which could not be suppressed.

Even the big formation that was strong enough to stop the ancients from attacking and killing them was broken!
How powerful!

However, the formation was broken and the breath was vented, which meant that the result had come out.

Just when these people thought the outcome was clear.

The person standing there is actually somewhat unexpected.

All I saw was that half of Qin Zheng's face was stained with blood, his black robe was in dilapidated condition, and the blood-red armor attached to it was dim. Even though his figure was crumbling, he was still standing.

As for the enemy.

Leaning on his sword, he leaned slightly.

Looking at the struggling figure who fell to the ground, he smiled:

"I'm sorry."

"No Uncle Mu."

"you lose."

The sun shone on his angular face.

As for Zhao Wumu, his eyes are now gray and lifeless, his blood and internal organs have been completely scattered, even in terms of the life of the ancient man with the blood, he has been severely injured and unable to fight again.

"you"

He opened his mouth to say something.

But at that last moment, Zhao Wumu, who seemed to have seen Wu Wangyong's shadow, didn't say anything after all, but just laughed at himself, spurting blood from his mouth, and then fell to the ground, probably unable to get up.

It looked as if he had surrendered at the young man's feet.

There was silence all around.

Until Ji Qiu clapped his palms with approval in his tone:

"If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the position of the Lord of the Zhao Clan has been determined?"

He looked at the boy and nodded slowly.

In this way, Fang is really proud.

As soon as these words came out, many nobles in Wangcheng suddenly woke up like a dream.

Even if they didn't see the details clearly.

But winners and losers can always be seen clearly.

"King Zhao!"

Someone got down on one knee.

"King Zhao!"

Some people have burning eyes.

"King Zhao!"

Some people seem to have seen that a terrifying existence that is stronger and younger than Zhao Wu Wangyong, is slowly rising like a newborn sun.

It wasn't until the blood-covered young man in black clothes came back to his senses in the wind, and saw Ji Qiu clapping his hands in approval.

Finally, he showed a relieved expression:
"gentlemen."

"Qin Zheng, after all, it's still useful."

(End of this chapter)