In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Gao Yang and his mother and concubine were serving porridge on the street. A young beggar of the same age held up a broken bowl and refused to leave:
"How about another bowl——"
That year, Gao Yang was seven years old.
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"What is his identity, and what is your identity! From now on, you are not allowed to see him again."
"What is his identity! Shen Muchen, the Crown Prince of Nanqiao——"
Pa, the slap was loud.
"Remember, he is not a prince, he is a proton, the most unpopular proton!"
This year, Gao Yang was seventeen years old.
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King Nanqiao was seriously ill and wrote to the Emperor of the North, requesting that his only son be released and returned to his country for reunion.
Gao Yang sent Shen Muchen off to Nanzhou and said:
"I've sent you a thousand miles away, and I'll say goodbye to you now. I hope you'll cherish it forever."
This year, Gao Yang was twenty-one years old.
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The Southern Kingdom sent troops to attack Nanqiao, and Nanqiao borrowed troops from the Northern Kingdom. Gao Yang failed to mediate, so he privately summoned five thousand dead soldiers and hurried to Nanqiao.
"Let's go, take Yue Ling away! I own my own country and I'll take care of it myself! I don't need your help!"
This year, Gao Yang was twenty-three years old.
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The former battlefield turned into a scorched mountain hell, and an old woman came.
"Going north, there is a miracle in the bitter cold land called Niliuchuan. It is said that all the dead people go there. You can try your luck there."
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Five years later, Gao Yang returned to Shengjing City. He was as skinny as a walking corpse, but there was no sadness on his face.
Princess Yueling of Nanqiao was heartbroken and asked:
"Have you found my brother?"
"Who is your brother?"
Soon, Gao Yang proclaimed himself emperor and unified the north and south. Passing through Jiaoshan Hell, he fell from his horse and died.
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So Shi Yun, Emperor Gaoyang, whose courtesy name was Xiuzheng, died at the age of thirty-four.
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A hundred years later, with the general trend of cultivating immortals, Jiuzhu returned to the world.
Intention: Regardless of perfection or imperfection, love is truth