Chapter 180 Heaven and Earth are a furnace
The arrival of Zhao Yu pushed the Zhuxia nation to the throne of planet dominance, and strangled the civilization of other races in the cradle.
It's ferocious and it's a feat.
Whether they are European and American people who have been gradually integrated into the empire, speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, and convert to hundreds of schools of thought, or Hei Fei who are used as slaves, they will never know that without Zhao Yu, their What's the future like?
And Zhao Yu, when he saw this empire and this nation ascending to the throne of the king of the planet, he also saw potential crises.
Zhuxia has no rivals.
This is not a good thing.
Without enemies, there is no motivation. If it continues like this, it will eventually lead to self-destruction.
Either civil strife or decadence.
But Zhao Yu has a way.
The vast starry sky is the enemy of Zhu Xia.
Zhao Yu will give them a reminder at the appropriate time.
The situation is changing and the world is turned upside down. It is a symbol of this era. Zhao Yu also sighed, perhaps feeling a sense of accomplishment.
But that's all.
Before that, every change in this era made Zhao Yu happy. Because he can experience the turmoil of time and space from it. But now, it's no longer necessary. The Dharma image has been completed, and the foundation of the way of time and space has been laid. In the future, he will rely solely on his own practice, and external changes will no longer inspire him much.
It's just that there is something complicated in my heart.
After returning to the other courtyard, life fell into dullness again.
Occasionally, Cao Ang and other disciples would come to see him. Cao Yu will also come here to see if he can get some autumn wind from Zhao Yu. Wives and concubines occasionally return to their parents' homes to visit. Just like ordinary people, their parents are short-sighted and trivial.
To give people a perfect sense of fulfillment.
No matter how ordinary life is, it is thousands of times better than decades of loneliness in the starry sky.
Humanity is the way of humanity, and the way is to have more people.
In such tranquility, the Chinese Empire changed silently.
In another ten years, the population doubled. Amidst wars, enslavement, assimilation and immigration, every continent on the planet, except Antarctica where people could not survive, was covered with the imprint of the Xia people.
If Cao Mengde and Cao Ang were laying the foundation for the empire when they were in power, then Cao Yu's generation was an explosive generation.
The population of 300 million has doubled in ten years. The larger the base, the population will skyrocket like a balloon under the policy of encouraging childbirth.
At this time, the empire finally canceled this national policy. Neither encourage nor discourage.
This is Zhao Yu’s opinion.
On the premise of cutting off all other civilizations, the Zhuxia tribe with a population of 600 million is already the king of kings. Including those who were assimilated and enslaved, the number is close to 800 million. Compared with the nearly 10 billion people in modern time and space whose history has not changed, it is indeed much lower, but because of this, the average resources are abundant.
If encouragement continues, at this abnormal population growth rate, it may take at most a hundred years to reach the total population of modern time and space that has not changed history. That is not advisable.
Cancel the incentive policy, cancel the imperial rewards, and allow normal growth to meet the needs of the empire.
Three years later, Guan Hai died in another courtyard.
Guan Ming's death seems to have kicked off a prelude. Starting from him, the old people of their generation who were still alive and whose cultivation was not as good as the top of the martial arts were all destroyed within a few years.
On the twentieth year after Zhao Yu came back, Cao Ang also went.
Time is like a comb, combing through and taking away those old and decaying people one by one.
Zhao Yu didn't know how he felt, but he just had a deeper and deeper understanding of the mystery of time, and a deeper understanding of the fairness of the universe and the ruthlessness of the great road.
He began to worry, worried that Zhao Ji and the others would leave him one day in the near future, but there was nothing he could do.
He did not dare to bring Zhao Ji's five daughters into the small world of Chaos Pearl. The passage of time in the small world of Chaos Pearl and the comparison with the outside world made him always uneasy. He also didn't dare to spend too much time practicing in the small world of the Chaos Pearl, refining in the depths of Yuan Qi Pond the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that his master, Ancestor Hun Kong, had condensed for him.
He wants to spend more time with them.
Every day is one less day.
Even if you can use the mystery of time to influence you every moment, the time that your wives and concubines can spend with each other is still getting less and less.
Time is long and flows through the ages.
Zhao Yu watched helplessly as the people he knew and were close to disappeared in front of his eyes one by one. That kind of suffering made him understand the immortal way more deeply and the cruelty of it. From being anxious, to helpless, and finally calming down, I treat every day with the most ordinary sincerity. Let every wife and concubine be happy.
Seventy years later, Cao Yu died. When Cao Mengde's great-grandson, the fourth emperor of the empire, was about to abdicate, Guan Hai died in another courtyard.
Guan Hai practiced martial arts to the extreme and had a life-extending pill to extend his life, but even so, he only lived to be over two hundred years old.
"Fewer and fewer..."
Zhao Yu was just leisurely in front of Guan Hai's tomb.
After Guan Hai left, the remaining people in the other courtyard left one by one within a year, and Gao Shun was the last to perish.
Seeing Gao Shun close his eyes, Zhao Yu felt empty in his heart.
None left.
All the old people and all traces of that era disappeared after Gao Shun passed away.
I can't tell how I feel, but I feel a little depressed in my heart.
Zhao Ji and the others were also silent.
In the past seventy years, all relatives and contemporaries of the wives and concubines have gone, and even the next generation has almost been wiped out. Over the years, every sadness and every emotion seems to be a little numb now.
The sky is cloudy and the sun is rising in the east and setting in the west. It seems eternal, but people are constantly changing.
Everything is changing, but Zhao Yu seems to have not changed at all.
Only Zhao Yu himself knows how much his heart has been tempered in these years.
He knew that this was the greatest pain that humanity could inflict on people.
He cherishes the days spent with Zhao Ji and the others more and more, trying his best to make them relaxed and happy, taking them to travel and see around the world.
Twenty years later, Zhao Ji died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.
The moment Zhao Ji closed her eyes peacefully, Zhao Yu's heart felt as if it had been beaten ten thousand times.
He could only bury Zhaoji silently in the back hill of the courtyard, next to the ancient pavilion, so that the entire courtyard was always in Zhaoji's eyes.
A few years later, Mi Zhen died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.
In a few years, Da Qiao will pass away, in a few years, Xiao Qiao will pass away, and Sun Ren will pass away.
Zhao Yu was already alone.
The passing of each person is like a hammer, hitting Zhao Yu hard. Heaven and earth are the furnace, smelting Zhao Yu fiercely. He sublimated and transformed again and again. Finally, after Sun Ren passed away, he seemed to be in a state of ecstasy and isolated from the world.
People in other courtyards clearly felt that Zhao Yu was close in front of them, but far away in the distance.
Zhao Yu stayed alone in the other courtyard for three years. He silently strengthened the formation in the other courtyard. He didn't want Zhao Ji and the others to be disturbed. One day, I went to Luoyang to meet the fifth emperor of the empire, but then I heard nothing from him again.
