The Human Emperor

Wang Chong left in the surprise of Su Zhengshen and Xiao Jian.

When he left, Su Zhengshen was killed again and lost. On the chess surface, White Zi fell 708. There was not much left, making the frown of the Great Tang Army God wrinkle into the shape of a "river”.

Leaving Ghost Huai District, Wang Chung drove directly to the east of the city and asked several people for directions. Although the Grand Tang Empire is privileged and few people know about charcoal liquor, it is famous among ordinary people.

Just moments later, Wang Chong found Zhou's family.

A giant yard is surrounded by a wall, a long flagpole standing on it, with a large wine flag on it, a red background in black, and it says:

“Zhou Ji burns charcoal liquor! ”

The wine flag flies out into the wind, and from a distance, the red flag reveals a dotted black spot, apparently for some years.

The host hasn't changed the wine flag in so long, obviously very proud of his brand.

“Unexpected, this is where the man works! ”

Half a street away, a carriage parked, the curtains lifted, Wang rushed through the window and looked at Zhou Jia liquor store, emotional.

Although I've heard a lot about that man, I know that he used to work in a wealthy family. But it was also the first time Wang Chong really saw where he worked.

If it weren't for playing chess, Xiao Jian insisted on drinking and inadvertently mentioned it, Wang Chong probably didn't know that this was where he used to work.

“Son, check it out. There's a guy here named Zhou Wen. ”

At this time, the carriage door opened and a royal guard came in, respectfully respectfully:

“I've already asked the others. Everybody said they knew about this guy. Said he had spent many years at Zhou's house, was born poor, and had an old mother at home. But people are very talented, honest, not much to say, low profile, but very diligent, and everyone around him has a good impression. ”

Wang nodded, and this matched exactly what he knew.

Zhou Wen before the age of twenty-seven is actually no different from ordinary people. Live your life diligently and without any talent, but can also support yourself with your own hands.

Really change his destiny, make him the next generation of the man, or the man, or the mysterious “evil old man”.

By his own strength, he transformed an ordinary man with mediocre qualities and unwillingness to kill him into a powerful man in the hereafter, capable of being admired by many.

“Asked when he'd get off work? ”

Wang Chung sat in the carriage, slightly turning his head.

“Yes, he went back on time to cook for his mother because he wanted to serve her. So he got up a lot earlier than the others, and before midnight, he had to get up and cook, and run to Zhou's workshop to start working. When someone started working, he had been working for more than two hours. ”

“So, even if he works early, he works much longer than anyone else. And he was diligent, one person could be two or three, so the house was happy to host him that week. ”

The guard lowered his head and said, obviously asking very carefully.

In the royal family, everyone knows that the present master is not the former master. After the end of the quadripartite hall, there was even a rumor that the youngest teenager in front of him was the most likely replacement of the entire Wang clan.

So now, the escorts have great respect for the young master, and there is no fear of passing on things.

“Thanks for your trouble! ”

Wang nodded, then closed his eyes and waited silently.

After a long time, suddenly, Zhou's courtyard door opened and a long shadow came out of it.

“Hey, Wen Zhou! ”

“Zhou Wen is here! ”

“Going back to cook for your house again? ”

“Haha, hurry up and go. We'll be fine if there's anything here! ”

……

Outside Zhou's yard, a group of “Zhouwen" sounds fluctuated and kept hearing each other. Wang shook his heart and opened his eyes suddenly. He looked through the window and saw only a long and happy figure standing in the doorway of Zhou's house, laughing plainly.

“It's him!”

Wang punched a thought in his mind.

“Zhou Wen" just got off work, no Wang Zheng imagined it to be a very thick, dark, dirty look. Instead, he was dressed in a gray vegetable robe and clean all over his body.

The face has also been washed, and the skin reveals an original whiteness that does not work like a liquor store, but brings a bit of a bookie character.

Also, Zhou Wen's body is tall, more than seven feet, close to eight feet. This made him stand in a group of employees of the Zhou family, like a crane standing a chicken herd.

Nevertheless, Zhou Wen's simple personality and generous smile naturally integrated him into the employment and liquor business.

Wang Chong can also see that the people around him are very fond of this big guy.

Greeting the people around him, Zhou Wen carried a package and didn't really think about it. Naturally, he headed home.

“Follow him! ”

Wang Chongdao.

The carriage slowly moves behind Zhouwen without haste or discomfort, maintaining a distance that does not attract vigilance and attention.

The sky is getting late, perhaps worried that the mother at home is hungry, and Zhou Wen's pace is fast. It's a normal pace, but it's the equivalent of a lot of people running away.

Wang Chung followed him in a street, in an alley, through the hall. Some places are too narrow, and the wagon passed, but Wang Chung abandoned the wagon.

This is a bit inconvenient, but tracking is harder to spot.

Along the way, Wang Chung saw him deliberately turn a road. At the corner of the street, he took a copper plate and placed it in a bowl of blind beggars.

At a residual wall planted with banyan trees, Zhou Wen took the afternoon lunch out of his baggage and smiled and fed it to several doves. He smiled very happily.

Wang Chung watched the scene from afar, his heart was emotional.

In that Zhouwen of the year, he had seen it far away once, with a stereotypical face and no smile on his face, as if a man had lost his soul and lived only for some purpose.

Anyone who sees him can feel it, and this person is not happy.

For those who have met him, it is hard to believe that this man can smile so happily, so simple, yet so fulfilling as he is now.

Strength is not as good as strength, and some people are willing to trade everything for strength, but others are willing to trade all the power for everything.

Wang Chong believed that the original man, if he saw the scene in front of him, would be willing to trade everything for the present!

“What's this guy doing? ”

“He's getting faster and faster! He's running! ”

“Did he find us? ”

……

Suddenly a sound entered his ear, and the guards looked far away, stunned. Zhouwen has been walking at a constant rate.

But after feeding the pigeons, he suddenly moved faster and faster, and then he even ran away, looking as if he'd found something and wanted to get away from them.

“He delayed the journey, he wanted to rush back to cook for his mother. ”

Wang Chong Yiduo.

“Ah?! ”

The guards were stunned.

“See the sky for yourselves. At this point, if he doesn't go back to cooking, her mother will be hungry. ”

Wang Chung said indifferently.

The guards shrugged and raised their heads before realizing that the sky was cloudy and the night was dark. Unconsciously, it was almost time for dinner.

Wang Chung ignored it, threw away his steps and followed. His cultivation was far beyond Zhouwen, and he stepped forward, only faster than he was, not slower.

He followed Zhou Wen all the way through a street alley. Finally Wang followed Zhou Wen and saw him rush into a house covered with thick white thatch, low and rudimentary.

The house stood in the dark, surrounded by more than a dozen husbands without a home, alone, giving a feeling of isolation from the whole world.

“Mother!”

“Wen 'er, cough! …… ”

An old voice, with a painful cough, came from a small, narrow house. A moment later, a dim oil lamp lit up, followed by a tinkle of scrubbing.

Wang Chung stood under a lush camphor tree and quickly smelled the scent of a meal.

“Mother, stop choking. ”

There was a respectful voice from Zhou Wen in the room. A moment later, the window of the room opened and a stream of smoke came out. In other words, when the window opened, Wang Chung saw Zhou Wen carrying two dishes and walked out of the room.

Two pairs of chopsticks, two small bowls, with a dim oil lamp.

Wang Chung looked at Zhou Wen sitting on one side, while a skinny, silver-wired old woman sat on the other side, coughing with her head resting, as she went straight to the bowl in front of Zhou Wen.

“Kid, eat more, eat more...”

Watching this scene, I don't know why, Wang Xiao suddenly felt a bit sour in his nose, his heart was emotional, some couldn't say.

At this moment, Wang Conflict knew exactly what the person at that time had lost.

This man has no heart.

So you can hear a lot about this guy. But of all the piecemeal things, he was the only one who didn't hear him mention his mother.

This is a filial son, he can get up early in the dark, it is not dawn yet, get up in five days to work. He could be two by himself, sitting at the table after a day of exhaustion, grinning, just because he had a mother who was dependent on him.

But when he became the warrior, the “he” of future generations, all this had long been lost, and he was already alone.

A man loses the most important thing in his life!

Wang Xiao suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard a long time ago that the reason he had changed his temper so much was because his mother had been killed by a mob.

The rumor, which had no trace or place, ended only in the infiltration of a few people, and was soon forgotten by those who were told.

Wang Chung himself didn't care.

But at this moment, the Wang clash became clear. Without accident, all of this, I'm afraid, is inseparable from the evil old man.

Such a filial son will not provoke any thugs.

The only possibility… is just the “evil old emperor” who is being reckoned with.

Other people's "adventures" may just be catastrophes for others!

Thinking about it, Wang can't help but sigh in the heart!