The strongest ancestor of the heavens

Chapter 63 The Tragedy of Troubled Times

Seeing that Yuan Hao wanted to leave, Emperor Xia rushed forward recklessly.

He tightly hugged Yuan Hao's thigh, and cried out sadly: "I hope the immortal will be merciful, save Da Xia!"

Yuan Hao fixed his eyes, looked at Emperor Xia and explained lightly: "Emperor, you are wrong, the poor are not immortals, so I really dare not be.

You can call Pindao Taoist Taiyuan, but as for saving you Daxia?Forgive me for being helpless. "

Just kidding, even if you are the emperor, you are only the emperor of the world, and you can't control the head of a born man like Pindao, saving a country?
You really think I'm a god, Yuan Hao really wants to slap this Emperor Xia.

Emperor Xia heard that Yuan Hao was not incapable of managing, but unwilling to manage, so he hugged his thigh tightly, making it difficult for Yuan Hao to move.

With tears all over his face, he said: "Elder Immortal, even if you don't want to save Da Xia, you must save the common people in this world. They are too miserable."

Hearing this, Yuan Hao looked serious, looked at Emperor Xia and said: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Pindao has just come to this world, and he is not familiar with your situation, how dare he promise you?
Get up, the so-called deception is deception, seeing is believing, poor way to check it.

If you dare to deceive Pindao, Pindao will not care if you are the emperor, you will still be punished. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Emperor Xia to say more, he flicked his sleeves and released a wave of spiritual power, knocking Emperor Xia back a few steps, soaring into the sky and flying towards the outside of the imperial city.

In the sky, Yuan Hao rode on the clouds, looked at the huge capital, and said to himself: "Damn Emperor Xia, dare to deceive the poor.

This capital is so prosperous, with people coming and going, and a lot of traffic, how dare you call it a troubled time? "

Fortunately, I didn't believe Emperor Xia's words. Otherwise, wouldn't my reputation be ruined?

Looking at the blooming capital, Yuan Hao felt resentful in his heart, and thought, next time we meet, he must give Emperor Xia a retribution, so that he will know that he is not easy to bully.

Just when Yuan Hao had this idea, the cloud group went further and further away, and gradually, it had already gone beyond the boundaries of the capital.

What he saw in front of him also made Yuan Hao change his view of Emperor Xia, so he decided to wait and see.

Just because after Yuanhao left the capital, the prosperity seemed to be gradually fading, replaced by depression.

It seems that Kyoto and the outside world are two different time and space, different worlds.

From a hundred miles away from the capital, the situation Yuan Hao saw became more and more serious. On the way, bones of the dead began to appear.

There is also a half-rotten corpse, and the crows are eating happily.

Yuan Hao's expression became more and more shocked. Such a situation, born in the new era, was simply unimaginable.

Not to mention seeing it, is this the real situation at the end of the dynasty?Is it a true portrayal of troubled times?

Turning his head and looking in the direction of Kyoto, a hundred miles away, Yuanhao was silent. In such a chaotic world, the dignitaries in Kyoto seemed to have no idea at all.

Drunk and dreaming all day long, dumping food at will, don't they know that just a hundred miles away from them, countless people starve to death in the wilderness?
Do you really not know, or do you deliberately don't want to know?Yuan Hao couldn't imagine, and couldn't imagine at all, that people's hearts were so indifferent?

It seems that this Great Xia is doomed to perish, and it's just that these people are pitiful.

Sure enough, the ancients were right.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

What he saw along the way was all desolate, and Yuan Hao couldn't help feeling angry and depressed. Could it be that the common people are really hopeless?
Are these tens of thousands of people already doomed to die?

Yuan Hao, who was meditating, seemed to have caught a glimpse of a person sitting with his back against a big tree in the grove below.

Taking a closer look, it seems to be a very old man with gray hair and a white beard reaching to his chest.

Then he pressed down on the cloud and walked up to the old man, only to find that the old man was already on the verge of death, and his breath was as thin as a thread.

Hastily passed a little spiritual energy into the old man's body, and took out a 'Rejuvenation Pill', crushed it, mixed it with water, and fed it to the old man.

After a while, the old man's face suddenly started to glow red, he gradually woke up, and slowly opened his eyes.

He found a person in front of him, looking at him with concern. The old man realized that it was this person who saved him.

So I struggled to stand up and thank the Taoist, but I didn't know how many days I hadn't eaten.

They are all eating tree roots, so now they can't even stand upright.

Yuan Hao looked at the struggling old man, and quickly pressed his hand on the old man's shoulder.

Said: "Why is the old man so polite, sit down, sit down quickly."

Looking at the old man whose face suddenly glowed red and who had already woken up, Yuan Hao didn't look happy at all.

Instead, he was deeply worried, covering his face, because Yuan Hao knew that the old man's demeanor was like a flashback, and his life was not long.

After struggling for a while, the old man stopped insisting, took a few breaths, and said hoarsely: "Thank you, Daoist, for saving your life.

Forgive me for not being able to stand up and thank you, I can only be grateful in my heart. "

Yuan Hao said with a heavy heart: "Old man, why do you do this? It's nothing worth mentioning. You'd better say a few words and rest in peace."

Hearing this, the old man showed a smile, and said: "I know that the old body is not long.

Not to mention resting, even if a deity comes down to earth, I'm afraid it will be useless. "

Yuan Hao was silent, although he knew that what the old man said was true, he knew it too.

But I don't know why, it feels like a huge boulder is pressing on my heart, it's very uncomfortable, so I don't say a word, just listen quietly.

The old man looked at Yuan Hao and said with a smile on his face: "Master Daoist, you are a merciful person with immeasurable merit and good rewards.

The old man, even under the Nine Springs, will pray for the Taoist priest. "

After taking a breath, the old man continued: "I know that Chang is a capable person, and maybe he is a god.

Therefore, I am here, begging the Taoist Master to save the common people in this world. They are suffering too much.

Great Xia, which has been established for thousands of years, has long been decayed. Man-made disasters happen from time to time, and for unknown reasons, natural disasters come suddenly.

Since then, the people have been living in dire straits, as evidenced by the dense bones on the road. "

At some point, Yuan Hao, who was quietly listening to the old man talking to himself, was already in tears, and he couldn't help but gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing out.

Looking at the old man, he said with great certainty: "Don't worry, old man, the troubled times will end soon."

I vowed secretly in my heart that no matter what, I must end this damn troubled world as soon as possible.

The common people have suffered enough, and the troubled times cannot be allowed to continue, and the common people all over the world will be empty.

Seemingly sensing Yuan Hao's determination, the old man raised his head with great difficulty, looked at Yuan Hao, and showed a bright smile.

Then, he tilted his head, drooped powerlessly, remained motionless, and his heartbeat stopped immediately.

Yuan Hao looked at the old man, and let out a heavy sigh: "Alas", it seems that the sky is never holiday, and the world is ruthless.

It also seems to lament the cruelty of the troubled times. Sure enough, I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in the troubled times.

(End of this chapter)