I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Master Ao, how are you going to persuade me?"

Huang Shilang said sarcastically.

In the eyes of surrender factions like them, the banner of Zuo Qiuming has fallen. You, a junior, still want to carry this banner? He had already thought about it. After the court meeting, he would send someone to write a letter to General Li outside the city, asking him to take good care of this junior and let him understand the matter of swordsmanship. It was not something that an armchair scholar like him could get involved in. .

"Rebellious ministers and traitors should be beheaded and their clan destroyed! This is the method of 'persuasion'."

Ao Ye glanced at the group of people, then bowed and said to the emperor on the throne.

"Your Majesty, please allow me."

The emperor looked at Ao Ye with a firm expression below and agreed to the request.

This scene naturally made the surrender faction furious.

After the morning court, the monarch and his ministers met again. The emperor looked at Ao Ye in front of him and remained silent for a long time. He knew that Ao Ye could choose a more comfortable way. As long as he was willing and stood with the capitulationists, he could reap inexhaustible wealth, but he chose the most difficult path.

The people in the world are not just words from the mouth.

"I'm going here to destroy the bandit army."

Ao Ye said to the emperor, he had never been so determined. Any temptation, wealth, beauty and beauty are just a passing thing to him. He just wants to inherit the teacher's will, revive the mountains and rivers, and restore the glory of the empire.

"If you fail to win"

"If the thief is not eliminated, Your Majesty can find Zhang Zheng and entrust him to him."

The emperor burst into tears upon hearing this.

The pair of monarchs and ministers are no longer young. When Zuo Qiulong was here in the past, with him as the prime minister in his sixties, few people had not noticed this. But now that the tree fell, a few people discovered that the emperor and his ministers were all over forty years old, and Zhang Zheng was in his late forties, and his hair had begun to turn gray.

Time waits for no one.

The counter-insurgency forces fought against the rebels.

The two armies fought, and in the end of the fight, both sides were injured. When Ao Ye arrived, the imperial army was in a low mood. Many mid-level officers were surrenderers. They had a negative attitude towards the war and only wanted to defend the city. On the first day when Ao Ye supervised the battle, these people were dismissed and a large number of officers loyal to the court were promoted. Afterwards, he personally led the army to survey the enemy's situation and formulate strategies. He led the army to defeat the rebels head-on. Under his leadership, the army was overwhelmingly powerful.

The rebels were defeated and fled.

Ao Ye led his army to pursue and kill all the people involved in the rebellion. As long as he caught them, he would kill them all. In the process, his aura became stronger and stronger, and the enemy soldiers would become frightened when they heard his name. Finally, Ao Ye led his army to break through the rebels' lair. He wiped out the rebels who had been in power for more than thirty years, and beheaded all those who participated in the rebellion.

Kill the clan!

At this moment, Ao Ye's reputation reached its peak. When he returned to the court with his troops, the emperor personally welcomed him.

This year, he was forty-nine years old.

winter.

Heavy snow.

Chen Luo's hair has also turned white. At the age of fifty-seven, he has gone through many vicissitudes of life and has wrinkles on his face. Ao Yehe rode alongside the horse. Under the heavy snow, the horses' hooves made fresh marks.

"Sir, it's bad, something happened at home."

The servants were waiting outside the palace gate. When they saw Chen Luo, they immediately shouted. The two of them looked sideways and found that the person coming was the Zhang family's housekeeper and the old servant who had been with him for the longest time. Chen Luo's eyes were calm and he understood clearly.

"Brother, let's go."

Ao Ye cupped his hands and turned to the other side. Today in the capital, no one dares to kill anyone anymore. All those who dared to take the lead were killed by Ao Ye. His power reached its peak and he fulfilled his promise.

He sat on the horse and let the snow fall on his face.

The snow is cold.

Ao Ye raised his head and seemed to be crying.

The snow fell silently, Ao Ye murmured as he looked at the sky filled with goose feathers.

"Teacher, I have done it for you."

Chen Luo rushed home.

A ray of calamity appeared on his body, and he came to the backyard, just as he had guessed. Sister-in-law Xin Hong was dying. He was lying on the hospital bed with a dying look in his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously opened her eyes, and that familiar figure came into view.

"Uncle is back? He's not injured, right?"

The voice sounded like yesterday, and the woman standing beside the bed looked gentle and sad. Compared with Chen Luo, she is the person who has spent the longest time with Xin Hong in the family. When Chen Luo was fighting outside, she took care of all the affairs at home. Now she is the most uncomfortable when seeing Xin Hong like this. .

"My sister-in-law is worried."

Chen Luo sat on the edge of the bed and held Xin Hong's rough palm. Her hair has turned white and her face is covered with wrinkles. She vaguely remembers the bride who wore a wedding dress and married into their Zhang family fifty years ago.

It was also that year that bad news came to the family. My father and brother were killed in battle. My mother did not make it through and passed away with her.

Same winter.

It's also so cold.

Heavy snow.

Nineteen-year-old Xin Hong wiped the tears from her eyes and learned to support herself and take care of her nine-year-old uncle. The ice-cold laundry water soaked the piles of clothes, and the biting cold made it miserable. By doing this menial work, she earned a few pennies to support her family.

Her hands began to become rough that year.

"As long as everything is fine, I will be fine if I go to Jiuquan in the future and meet my father and your eldest brother."

A smile appeared on Xin Hong's face.

She talked a lot, until finally, there was no more sound. There was still a smile on his face, as if he was asleep.

Wen Wan next to her cried, and some of the servants who had a good relationship with Xin Hong also shed tears. Because she suffered hardships when she was young, Xin Hong is kind to everyone around her. In the Zhang family, although she is not the mistress, she has the most special status.

Chen Luo put his hand down, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

This is the inner demon tribulation.

It's his calamity.

If he didn't know that this was a calamity of inner demons, could he still be as calm as he is now?

He opened the door and walked out, looking at the falling snow outside the courtyard.

This year, he was fifty-seven years old.

Standing in the snow, he stretched out his hand, and there was a black stone in his palm again.

After defeating the rebels and stabilizing the court, those careerists who were about to make a move suppressed their inner desires under the intimidation of Ao Ye's name. The world is at peace, and the emperor rewards according to his merits.

Ao Ye, the coach, became the prime minister and inherited the position of teacher.

Chen Luo was also an extremely humane minister and became a first-class official.

Losing the constraints of careerists, the three of them revitalized the country, swept away all those who surrendered, and promoted capable ministers and officials. The empire's decline disappeared and it began to regain its glory. The reputation spread far overseas and appeared in the ears of foreign barbarians.

A few years later, the emperor died.

The new emperor ascends the throne.

Prime Minister's Mansion.

The courtyard where Zuo Qiulong and the two of them once made tea.

Ao Ye, who had a gray beard, sat on the main seat. This place used to be Zuo Qiulong's seat, but now it was replaced by him. Chen Luo sat on the other side, and the two of them were sitting in the pavilion, warming tea, and chatting about current affairs in the DPRK, just like they had done many years ago.

"Someone sent me a letter."

Ao Ye put the letter on the table, as if yesterday happened again.

It's still a choice.

Life is full of choices, and every choice is a period of life.

"regent?"

Chen Luo picked up the letter in his hand and took a look. The letter was unsigned, and the content written inside was advice. I hope Ao Ye can temporarily assume the power of the emperor and manage the country. This is to prevent the new monarch from being unable to suppress those arrogant and powerful generals after he ascends the throne, causing the empire to decline again, and causing everyone's years of hard work to come to nothing.

Everything revealed in the words is concern for the country and consideration for the world. Only one purpose is hidden under the words.

It's power.

The familiar aura of calamity emerged. This time, it was not just Ao Ye, Chen Luo also had the aura of calamity on him.

When power reaches this point, the next step is to change the world.

Few people who have enjoyed power can let it go. With Ao Ye's current reputation, if he exercises the power of 'regent', no one inside or outside the court will object, not even the new emperor. If the ambition is further advanced, it is not impossible to act like a king.

On one side, there is power over the world, and on the other side, there is a return to ordinary.

"How are you going to choose?"

Chen Luo looked at Ao Ye, and he also wanted to know whether he could still keep his true intentions after decades of ups and downs in officialdom.

Ao Ye shook the tea cup and slowly poured the brewed tea leaves into the cup. Just like the teacher yesterday, he picked up the letter on the table and threw it into the stove. The words on the paper were burned into black ashes along with the fire, along with the ambition to dominate the world.

"It's time to retreat."

He stood up and turned back to the back room without reading the letter again.

With the confirmation of the choice, most of the calamity energy in Ao Ye suddenly faded away, and the energy in the inner demon calamity began to surge into the demon seed like crazy. Chen Luo also stood up. As deputy prime minister, he could make the same choice as Ao Ye. However, he was the one who caused this disaster. How could he not see through it.

The next morning.

The two veterans resigned, causing shock to both the government and the public.

To the empire, these two people are like the pillars of the country, especially Ao Ye. The land that turned red when the rebellion was put down in the past is still glowing with color to this day. If these two people spoke at the same time, the impact on the empire would be huge.

Xinjun tried to persuade them to stay, and finally agreed to their resignation.

Two carriages left the capital.

Ao Ye returned to his hometown. His life was even more miserable than that of Chen Luo. After becoming an official, he only had a wife, a servant and an old horse. There were not many people around Chen Luo. Apart from his wife Wen Wan, there were only the housekeeper and two servants.

Under the setting sun, the two said goodbye.

The carriage drove off.

Atop the swaying carriage, Ao Ye opened the curtains and looked at the distant capital, feeling a little sad.

Finally, I let go and let go.

Chen Luo was also watching. He looked towards the sky and observed the calamity in the world. The calamity of inner demons is born in the heart, and only those with a firm mind can survive it. As a practitioner of the Heart Demon Art, he has also been studying the Heart Demon Tribulation. The nature of the mind is so elusive that few people can explain what it is. But it does exist and affects every practitioner.

Just like history books, everyone who has a name in history, whether a great virtuous or a great evil, has his own persistence.

They know what they want to do and they pursue it.

The same should be true for immortal cultivators.

The heavenly tribulation will screen out the real 'immortal cultivators' who have a unique mind and only want to be immortal. Only then can they become immortals.

If it were just a matter of pure accumulation of resources, the superiors would have become immortals long ago, so how could "mortals cultivate immortality"? (End of chapter)