Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a secret conjunction with some kind of apocalypse. When Xia Sheng woke up from the age of five hundred years and came to Baima Town, a heavy rain fell in Baima Town.√∟

Now when he came to the capital of the Dajin Dynasty, the world's largest city, Luoyang, heavy rains came quietly again.

The pedestrians were caught off guard and were soaked in the fallen chickens. While running in a mess in the rain, they cursed the damn weather.

There are also some people who are wandering around in the garden, either using sword energy to control their bodies, or using various spiritual martial arts. Even if they walk on the street, no drop of rain can drip on their clothes.

Changle Street is the main road connecting the city gate and the city center. Even if the land price here is valuable, every inch of land is still crowded with shops of different sizes on both sides.

Faced with this sudden heavy rain, business was naturally impossible, and at this time the doors of each shop were blocked tightly, almost unable to penetrate the sky.

Of course, those who blocked the door were not the endless stream of guests, but were all pedestrians coming to shelter from the rain.

The shop owners were embarrassed to come forward to drive people, but they definitely had no good expressions. They rolled their eyes from time to time and muttered something softly. They knew that it was not good things without listening.

And at this moment, a strange boy suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Boss Li of the silk shop immediately laughed and scolded: "Look, a fool is coming over there. Such heavy rain is like a garden!"

Aunt Wang from Rouge Shop glanced at her eyes and said with an experienced attitude: "I don't deserve a sword on my body, so I'm not a martial artist. There is no sudden light on my wrist. Is it definitely not a spiritual practitioner. Does he really expect that broken umbrella to hide the rain?"

These words immediately caused laughter from everyone.

Luoyang City is the capital of Jin Kingdom. Anyone who lives here is either rich or noble. Therefore, the security in the city is very strict. There are no flower buildings, no gambling houses, and even curfews are imposed at night. Therefore, people often say that there are only two types of people living in Luoyang.

One is a miserable person who struggles on the survival line to fill his stomach all day, and the other is a miserable official who is idle all day long.

Or to put it more accurately, the former is generally ordinary people, while the latter is often a practitioner.

The huge gap between the rich and the poor and the strict class gap are particularly vividly reflected in Luoyang City.

Although Boss Li and Aunt Wang look very beautiful on the surface, dress well, and have their own shop, they are actually miserable people.

The simplest reason is that they are not practitioners.

The monthly taxes, silver and food and clothing expenses alone are enough to make them unable to raise their heads, let alone others.

But people who have a hard life have a way of living, and have long learned to find some fun from every detail of life. For example, now, the boy who came from a distance in the rain has become their fun.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white-washed old clothes, wearing a pair of straw sandals that had long been soaked in the rain, and holding an oil-paper umbrella that looked not worth two cents of silver in his hand.

Unfortunately, the rain was too heavy, and the boy pressed the umbrella very low, so no one could see clearly his appearance, and only vaguely could see that his figure was a little thin.

Aunt Wang said it was wrong. This young man had actually entered the journey of cultivation, but at this time he did not use the sword energy or spiritual energy in his body to shelter from the rain.

It is precisely because of this that his wandering looks even more weird, making people wonder if his brain is damaged by the rain.

Even the martial arts and spiritual practitioners who were coming and going on Changle Street couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

But I didn't find anything special about him.

The boy walked forward slowly, his umbrella bones had been deformed by the terrifying rain bullets, and his trouser legs had been wet all over by the splashes, and they were tightly pressed against his skin, making him look particularly embarrassed.

But the boy still acted on his own, and didn't seem to worry about whether he would become a chicken in the end, nor did he care about whether he would have a fever or a cold afterwards.

His pace frequency is very average, and the distance taken by each step is almost exactly the same, just like it was measured with a ruler. Unfortunately, not many people have noticed such details.

From the gate of Luoyang City and walking to the statue erected in the center of the city, he had been walking for half a stick of incense stick in total, either too much or too little.

Then he finally stopped and slowly lifted the edge of the umbrella.

A beautiful face suddenly appeared.

The handsome facial features are mixed with a hint of childishness. The slightly thin lips do not make him look sour and mean, but instead give people a gentle feeling. The fair skin sets on the high nose and eyebrows that seem to be smiling. All of this is not abrupt, but just right.

But the most memorable thing is his eyes.

It is as deep as abyss, and vast as endless starry sky.

It makes people unconsciously addicted to it and it is difficult to extricate themselves. It seems that taking a look at it will be a great glory.

Such eyes are very inconsistent with the age of the boy, or in other words, they are too mature, just like an old man who has experienced a hundred years of time, full of wisdom over the years and indifference that has long seen through the world.

Of course, this person is Xia Sheng.

Fortunately, what is in front of Xia Sheng now is just a lifeless statue, so I won’t be surprised by it.

Speaking of this human-shaped statue, it can be regarded as Luoyang City. No, it should be said to be the most famous landscape in the entire Dajin Dynasty, because it was the founding emperor of the Dajin Dynasty, Emperor Jinwu and Zhao Shide.

The Jinwu Emperor on the statue was wearing dragon scale armor, and under his seat was Bai Ze, the divine beast of Jin. He held the reins in one hand and held the Dayu sword with the other. His eyes were slightly opened and his long roared. He was extremely imposing and energetic.

The statue is ten feet high and the base is five feet long and wide. It is magnificent and grand, overlooking all living beings.

Jinluo clearly stipulates that clay statues built by people in various places cannot exceed this specification, even the golden body of the Buddha god is no exception.

This is the treatment that Emperor Jinwu deserves.

Or from a certain perspective, Emperor Jinwu is the god in the hearts of the entire human race.

Because without him, there would be no today's Dajin Dynasty, and even the entire human territory was still in an era of division and struggle.

He is the greatest emperor in the five hundred years of history of mankind and the most well-known hero. He achieved the unification of the human world and laid the foundation for the great achievements of mankind to dominate the nine provinces and the world. His name is the loudest one under this starry sky today.

None of them.

Even though the Dajin Dynasty has gone through four generations of monarchs and has stood in the wind and rain for a full five hundred years, no one can shake the status of Emperor Taizu Zhao Shide.

No one dared to show disrespect for his reputation. Even the grassland people in the west, the barbarians in the north, and the demonic enemies in the South China Sea would not dare to do so.

When Emperor Jinwu passed away 385 years ago, all he left to the world was awe.

Until now.

Until a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella came to his statue.

Xia Sheng had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, letting the rain fall from the umbrella bones, soaking his sleeves and not caring at all. With the dull sound of rain falling, he slowly opened his mouth and said four words.

"Fuck you."

Xia Sheng's voice was so light that only the statues of himself and Emperor Jinwu could hear it, but the chill contained in it was even colder than the heavy rain. This short sentence contained too many emotions, including disdain, contempt, contempt, and hatred.

But more of it is the long-awaited hatred and resentment.

Xia Sheng's voice continued.

"I didn't expect that you have been dead for almost four hundred years, but I have survived again. If possible, I really want to know what the expression on your face would be like at this time."

"Will you repent? Or will you cry and beg for my tolerance? Or run away with your tail between your legs? No, I don't think you won't. You may want to kill me again!"

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance."

Xia Sheng's face was very calm, with a faint smile on his lips, but what he said made his scalp numb. It's hard to imagine how could he have such a feud with the founding emperor of the Dajin Dynasty at his current age?

"That day in Buzhou Mountain, when you led the ten powerful people in the spirit-breaking realm to surround me and killed me, you once asked me what the biggest secret in my heart is. Now, I will tell you."

The smile on Xia Sheng's face became brighter and he said quietly: "I am immortal."

The heroic sound of rain hit the oil-paper umbrella violently, deafening, as if trying to cover up the words the boy said. The color of the sky instantly became darker than the ink color, just like a monster that violated the way of heaven was about to emerge.

The wind was howling and the rain fell like an arrow, but it could not change Xia Sheng's expression at all.

Five hundred years ago, in the eighth generation, as the most trusted good brother of Emperor Taizu, he assisted him in unifying the country and shaking the world. It can be said that he made great contributions to the establishment of the Dajin Dynasty and made supreme achievements, but after his success, he could not retreat and died in Buzhou Mountain with hatred.

His death became the most puzzling mystery of the Dajin Dynasty, and there is no conclusion yet.

But what is unexpected is that after five hundred years of death, he was reborn and returned!

Compared to Emperor Jinwu, he seems to be the one who has the last laugh.

But that's not enough.

Xia Sheng raised his head, looked at the vivid eyes on the statue, and said to him solemnly: "Originally, for me, the story of birds hiding all the bows and rabbits hiding and dogs cooking is too old-fashioned and too boring, so when I come back this time, I don't plan to seek justice from you, after all, you are dead."

"But it seems that there is a fate in the dark. It's only your descendants who took the initiative to provoke me. Along the way, I finally heard what you did back then. It turns out that you refused to give up after I died, and actually ordered the execution of my ten clans..."

"Haha." Xia Sheng's laughter was very cold, his eyes were full of resentment, and he continued, "If I checked it, my father was really kidnapped by that shit prince. Regardless of life and death, this time, I will never let you go to the Zhao family."

"My body is sixteen years old, which means that I can live at least nine years in this life. Please believe that in nine years, the dynasty you established will be destroyed by me, and the entire Zhao royal family, including you, will be infamous for thousands of years."

"When you were alive, I never lied to you, and I never made a promise that I could not fulfill. Now, it is still the case."

After a pause, Xia Sheng finally added: "By the way, I forgot to say that my current name is Xia Sheng, Xia Sheng, who is born like summer flowers, I like this name very much. As the saying goes, flowers will bloom again, people will never be young, and the world will be in a hurry. You should be as gorgeous as summer flowers, right?"

After saying that, Xia Sheng nodded slightly and took a step back. At the same time, Ning Zheng and Bi Qingwen were also trotting all the way.

"Young Master Xia, are you going to Shantang now?"

Xia Sheng turned his head, the umbrella hangs gently, covering the indifference in his eyes just right, and smiled gently: "Let's go."
Chapter completed!