Chaotic times Shura way

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The last time was the encounter between the pine tree on the Kunlun mountainside and the snake demon. Is this the fateful tragedy of the hunter and the phoenix?

"The hunter is just an ordinary person, how could he know how to curse the Huanghuang family."

Feng Yu was unconvinced and grabbed the braid: "You put in a little bit, and the mortals in this story will also understand the magic. The hunter is the only disciple in the story who is from the magic school."

"...That's why you didn't mention it before." Fuguang asked calmly, "Why did you tell this story?"

"After Phoenix left, fellow hunters volunteered to be tomb guards in order to keep the monument of the deceased from disturbing the peace of the world. Since then, generations of descendants have sprinkled more and more power on the tombstone to restrain the power of the Phoenix people. A lot of blood." Feng Yu hugged his knees and looked up at the spotless clear sky of Kunlun: "This is a sad story of killing to stop killing."

"How did the hunter end up in the end?"

"The hunter spent his whole life reminiscing about the phoenix's light, and finally died of regret because of overthinking." Feng Yu sighed quietly, "He was so thirsty for the power of the phoenix... the more he wanted it, the more he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the phoenix was willing belongs to him."

... Is he persuading himself who believes in power?

Fuguang couldn't help but sneer, "But the hunter has always surrendered to the entire hunting garden. Even without the phoenix, he is enough to honor his life."

Feng Yu turned to look at him, with lily-of-the-valley sadness in his eyes, "All sins must be paid... He passed away with honor and regret, and one day, revenge will fall on his descendants."

At that moment, Jiaowang seemed to have seen through the entire sea of ​​peony flowers and the chaotic snow on the top of Kunlun for thousands of years.

This is the most suspicious and plausible story that Feng Yu has told him over the years.

"Very pleasant, right?" Feng Yu suddenly smiled, "I lied to you."

He took a long breath and floated up, his feet were slightly stained with the dew from the grass.

"But those who do evil can't escape the guilt of their conscience... Fuguang, people can't deviate from the right way."

Bright and peaceful days passed for several years, until a young servant boy came to the church.

The boy came from Luoyang, the capital of Zheng, walked through the entire Hexi Corridor, and came to the temple as a dedication of the royal family of Zheng to the holy religion——

And Feng Yu, who has never been very fond of religious affairs, fell in love with him at first sight as the servant of the teaching king.

From then on, the person who could often listen to those weird things changed from Fuguang to that child.

There began to be rumors in the church, saying that the servant boy learned the demon method from Luoyang, which captivated the soul of the Jiaowang;

Once the spirit of the dynasty is drawn, the king will not go to court early from then on.

And Fu Guang, who has been in charge of educational affairs, knows that Feng Yu actually opened the Shenyin Temple that has been sealed for 400 years on the Guangming Peak for the servant boy.

——Mingjiao is known as Mobei for its dual skills of medicine and poison, but before the death of the first generation of teaching king, he only wrote the "five poisons/pharmacopoeia" and passed it on to the followers. The rest of the rare books have been sealed in the Shenyin Hall.

Feng Yu didn't leave Shenyin Hall for half a year, until finally, he refined six bottles of "Twelve Nights Ice" poison:

Twelve Nights Ice means No. 12 nights after being poisoned, people will die due to the freezing of Qi and blood.

In fact, it is not some weird poison, but the nature of things in the world coexists with birth and death. Whenever poison/medicine is refined, there is always something in the world that can be its corresponding antidote——

However, there is no antidote for Twelve Nights Bing.

Feng Yu gave the first bottle of Twelve Nights Ice refined to the servant boy, and then sent him back to Luoyang from Kunlun.

After that, Feng Yu became more and more impenetrable.

And they never told stories beside Mirror Lake again.

Fuguang watched everything with cold eyes, but looked up at the western sky every day:

Today is the new moon, after fifteen days, the smog will cover the entire Mirror Lake——

According to his keen observation over the years, Feng Yu's body will be weaker than usual on the moon-watching day.

The wind blew the aroma of peonies, which was stronger than that of lily of the valley, and lost its clarity and darkness.

Fu Guangwai was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly he saw a bloody figure on the altar——

The Jingsha Knife returned to its sheath quietly, Feng Yu raised his blood sleeve and pushed the last hostage into Jinghu Lake.

And the martial arts of this teaching king is so strong that he can even sense a look in his eyes from a few feet away:

"Fuguang..."

It is making a leisurely walk out of the darkness.

The Jiaowang really smiled, and walked down the altar step by step with bare ankles.

"One cannot deviate from the right way." Feng Yu whispered softly, with ethereal and gentle sadness like a lily of the valley:

"So I can't let the Phoenix wake up, I want to guard the tomb...and everyone who wants to wake up the Phoenix will die at my hands."

Phoenix?

——This is a sad story of stopping killing with killing.

In the strange world he gave himself for so many years, is this the only story that is true?

Feng Yu had already walked to the corridor of the temple, and the white robe was trailing blood for the first time, staining the white jade cold ground red.

"It's sad, isn't it?" The Jiaowang approached him, and smiled sadly like a lily-of-the-valley: "I lied to you."

He took out a lily of the valley from his sleeve, and handed the flower to Fuguang.

The beautiful fragrance covered the entire sea of ​​flowers in Kunlun, and Feng Yu finally walked back to the Jiaowang Hall alone, dragging his blood robe.

"Fuguang, lily of the valley was born in a sad story, but do you know its flower language?"

Fifteen days later, at the full moon, Kunlun's dead bodies were all over the altar.

Fuguang, the envoy who had been in charge of the real power of the Holy Cult for many years, finally betrayed the Fengyu Cult King and took away the Jinghu Temple in one fell swoop.

Fuguang locked Fengyu with a special Ujinsuo, and among the lilies of the valley in the garden of the Jiaowang Palace, he finally became the hunter who wanted to imprison Phoenix.

The lily of the valley withered quickly under his ravages, Feng Yu looked at the mottled purple-red bruises all over her body, and finally smiled slightly at Fuguang——

That was the last time he smiled.

That smile is as light and sad as a lily of the valley, and finally withers in the sea of ​​flowers of fate.

Fu Guang was wearing that golden silk and white robe, completely stunned in the breeze of May.

At that time, the lily of the valley was in full bloom outside the Kunlun Mountains.

Feng Yu held a bottle of "Twelve Nights Ice" in his hand.

——He forgot... It turned out that the person he imprisoned was also a proud and unyielding phoenix.

"King, Changsun Sheng was retreating steadily in the cities of Hanzhong, so he sent envoys to the temple to ask our religion for support."

Fuguang, who was meditating by the mirror lake, didn't look back.

The woman with a heavily veiled face was waiting for the Pope's instructions, when she suddenly saw a white flower in his hand.

——That is the lily-of-the-valley that can only be planted in the garden of the Jiaowang Palace in the entire Guangmingding.

"Fenghuang has woken up. I have no time to worry about his plan to kill his father and replace his brother. Let him figure out a way for himself." Fu Guang said indifferently: "And I have achieved the results that Anahuan wanted for him. From then on , the Holy Cult no longer needs to intervene in the affairs of the Central Plains."

"But..." Yan Lan said eagerly: "But Ming Huaiyu, whom you have always hated deeply, has now come to Luoyang with An Ruoran. An Ruoran used iron fists to wipe out most of the feudal lords in the past two months. After this battle to reduce the feudal clan, Ming Huaiyu will formally hold another enthronement ceremony in Luoyang—”

"His enthronement ceremony, of course I will go."

Fu Guang stared at the lake water, and asked softly:

"I've always been curious...Feng Yu, why did you fall in love with him back then?"

Yan Lan knew that the Jiaowang was lost in the memory of that person again, so she saluted softly, turned around and hurriedly retreated.

——People can't deviate from the right path, so I can't let Phoenix wake up...

——The hunter spent his whole life reminiscing about the light of the phoenix, and finally died of regret because of overthinking.

In fact, Feng Yu had already seen through his thoughts in those strange stories back then, right?

The last thing that person wanted him to do, he ended up doing everything.

"Lily of the valley is a flower that blooms in sorrow, and its flower language is—" Feng Yu's sad smile seemed to be right in front of him, "the happiness that comes back again."

The strong fragrance of peonies spread throughout the Kunlun Peak in midsummer, while the tranquility of lily of the valley still remained in his hands.

——The most pure lily of the valley in the world... He has lost it forever.

The author has something to say: It seems that there is already another pair of CPs...

It must be a person of peerless beauty, so that Fu Guang, who could have ruled Mobei, is willing to close the temple for many years.In Fu Guang's heart, Feng Yu's former teaching king symbolizes the purest nobility, and the ultimate tragedy is to see that purity being destroyed by himself at the most beautiful moment.

A lot of things have been spoiled~

"People should not deviate from the right path"-> For those who have watched Infernal Affairs, let's talk about life!

When the Lily of the Valley Blooms -> Don’t leave after school if you have watched the story of Caiyun Kingdom!

Fuguang X Fengyu is about to become a wedge (laughs) but this pair will reveal the route of this volume!

The central sentence of the third volume—the happiness of coming back again.

Lily of the Valley was born in a sad legend, happiness is extremely difficult, and always accompanied by a sad fate-but happiness will always come.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that this is the central sentence of this article (laughs) because the third volume is the birth chapter of Lily of the Valley~

☆, the same way

Hanjing is close to the emperor's pole, and the Tao is full of stars; the fireworks are blooming, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

There is a saying in the world, the three capitals are beautiful together in the world-Pingjing is the most beautiful in the world, and Luoyang is more prosperous than the world, but in terms of grandeur, Chang'an, the summer capital, should be the leader.

Chang'an City takes Zhuque Avenue as the central axis, running through the whole city from the Imperial Palace Gate to the Pingyang Gate in the south of the city.There are seven streets in the north and south, and seven east and west streets in the city, dividing the whole city into 49 checkerboard grids, and the imperial palace area is located in the north, which is the most magnificent symbol of power in Chang'an.

At the north and south ends of Suzaku Avenue, there is a statue of a phoenix with fire wings——

In the image of Pingyang Gate, the phoenix holding the sword on its right wing, glorifies the Xia Kingdom with war; in the image of the palace gate of the imperial city, the phoenix holding the feather on the left wing, guarding Chang'an City with rebirth.

During the Haotian Incident 200 years ago, among the aristocrats who rebelled, the King Qin faction was the most belligerent, while the King Zhu faction was conservative.After the two factions conspired to expel the Jing family from Luoyang, King Zhu occupied the original capital of Chu State, which was the later capital of Dazheng; King Qin hated the corrupt aristocratic rule of the old Chu, so he resolutely captured Chang'an, another ancient capital in the north, and established Xia State. It also stipulates that the emperors of all dynasties can only seal one king in Tongguan, so as to stick to Chang'an. The title cannot be hereditary after death, and Tongguan will be returned to the state for separate entrustment.

King Qin admired Marshal Zhaoguo the most in his life. In addition to admiring the use of military generals to guard foreign countries, he also built two phoenix statues for Biyang in Chang'an City. It was stipulated that even if he was an emperor, he had to dismount in front of the Phoenix statues to show his sincere respect for the marshal. .

At this moment, outside the gate of the Imperial City Palace, the emperor's carriage stopped beside the Phoenix statue as usual.

A young man in rich clothes was supported by a servant and slowly got off the carriage.

"Your Majesty, you are a man of gold, and you cannot be injured in the slightest. The time of Marshal Zhao Guo has long passed away, and the case of dismounting—"

"The Marshal's age has passed, but his brilliance is still there." Changsun Kairong looked cold, his eyebrows were like black feathers soaked in ink, and when he heard the servant's resentment for dismounting, he shook his head indifferently, without showing any displeasure , but there was a bit of coldness in the voice:

"Luoyang Emperor Temple still enshrines the portrait of Marshal; Pingjing Fengjian Pavilion still lists Yuying as the top sword hidden. This year's Pingtian Festival, the people who came to pay homage to Marshal shocked the whole Pingjing. White clothes and sword dancing were also added to the festival. In order to reproduce the scene of the master of the Yujianmen visiting the capital last year."

"Even if I am the emperor, I am not half as bold as Emperor Huaiyang, let alone compare the sun and the moon with Marshal Zhao, how can I have the qualifications to break the rules of dismounting?"

The servant had no way to refute, but followed Chang Sun Kai and walked past the left-wing feathered phoenix statue on foot.

——The new emperor has always been weak and sick, bedridden for a long time, and has never left the palace gate for half a step. Even at this year's enthronement ceremony, he only showed one side of the imperial city wall. However, in order to visit His Royal Highness King You, the emperor not only left the imperial city, He even walked past the phoenix statue with his body supported...

How much brotherhood and brotherhood is this pair of royal brothers worthy of the emperor's love for him?

"I'll see Ah Cheng later, so don't mention the Hanzhong war situation, so as not to disturb his healing."

"Yes." The servant asked hesitantly: "However, His Royal Highness is in good health and should have improved a lot. Why don't you directly send him into the palace to express condolences, and move the holy car to Prince You's mansion?"

"He has always had a lot of self-esteem." Changsun Kai said in a low voice: "At this time, Ah Cheng won't let others see him with one arm..."

"What's more, he has never taken me seriously. No matter how I announce him, if he doesn't want to come to see him, he will naturally not enter the palace."

The waiter was stunned again.

The emperor's pupils are extremely rare in the eldest grandson family with blood outside the Great Wall.

Those were a pair of pure black pupils, like an endless sea of ​​ink, never bottomless.Only when His Royal Highness King You was mentioned, the Mo Hai would stir up waves.

The young emperor suddenly covered his mouth and coughed fiercely, the servant stepped forward in shock, Chang Sun Kai immediately shook his head, and got into the carriage under the protection of the crowd.

The carriage went straight to Suzaku Street, turned into the Huazhai District in Chang'an City, and stopped in front of Prince You's Mansion.Changsun Kai got out of the car and entered the house, everyone in the mansion was terrified when they saw the sudden arrival of the holy car, and immediately sent someone to report, but Changsun Kai waved calmly: "Don't disturb Ah Cheng, I will go by myself."

——The emperor actually condescended, put on a cloak and went straight to the Yaoge pool in the other courtyard!

In the small building next to the Yaoge Pool, Changsun Sheng was sitting by the window, and when he saw the Ninth Five Lord suddenly approaching, his brows showed hostility, and he sternly waved away all the maidservants outside the door.

"I don't need you to come and see my jokes!"

"I transferred the chief imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital to live in your house. From now on, you only need to perform acupuncture day and night to recuperate, and you will be able to go to the battlefield soon."

"Go to the battlefield again?" Changsun Sheng pointed with his left hand to the many tables in the small building, smiling very coldly.

It was the hot summer in July in Chang'an, but he still wore a thick robe and wanted to light incense burners everywhere in the small building.

——That was after the Taowo Plain battle, he still hadn't recovered from the sequelae.

Bai Lingfei's sword that wounded his left shoulder gathered ten success powers, and at the same time, Jing Yan chopped off his arm. Because he had to use half of his true energy to fight against the "seven-fold kill", he was seriously injured by Bai Lingfei's Jiuxuan sword qi, which was so cold and overcast. .The sword energy completely invaded his internal organs, causing him to suffer from being trapped in ice all the time. At night, the cold air even froze his muscles, making him unable to even turn over and get out of bed!

"I am like this now, do you think I can go to the battlefield again?!"

The injury of the broken arm had already healed when he withdrew from Tianyin Mountain, but because of Bai Lingfei's sword, he was still unable to walk out of Chang'an to command the battle in Hanzhong!

"Ah Cheng...you have always been too persistent."

He stared deeply at his younger brother with a pair of black pupils, and seemed to be emotional, but also sad:

"Power, status, victory or defeat, achievements... You have always been obsessed with these. In fact, the father wanted to pass on the throne to you, but you are too violent, and he has always been worried about you."

Changsun Sheng suddenly sneered.

The emperor frowned, and looked at his younger brother who was holding his one arm tightly with a faint look.

"I am the one most worthy of that seat... I dare to poison my father and rape/violate my brother, Your Majesty, do you dare?"

There was still no movement on the Emperor's face.

"You say I'm persistent, but do you know what I'm most persistent about?"

Changsun Kai closed his eyes indifferently. At that moment, Changsun Sheng was full of ruthlessness, biting the emperor's neck, blood filled his teeth, but he said slowly:

"You know, what I want most is you... Brother Huang."

"You said that incest is not allowed in the palace, but every time I came to the East Palace, you obeyed my wishes, never said a word 'no' to me, let me fuck you back and forth, and even kissed you I don't mind...why?"

The emperor opened his eyes and shook his head, quietly watching him with a pair of black pupils, and forced himself to bear the pain of being bitten.

So indifferent and stubborn, so beautiful, why doesn't it belong to me?

——In an instant, Changsun Sheng had the urge to gouge out the pair of eyes.

"That's because you also want me to treat you like this. Your body has fallen in love with me a long time ago, and you don't want to leave in this lifetime."

A hint of teasing flashed across King You's face, "I want you to sit on the throne of God and rule Qinchuan, but don't be too happy, I will definitely put the whole Central Plains under my feet, and when the time comes, Xia Guo will regard me as the king." Emperor, and your eldest Sun Kai will always belong to me alone!"

Blood dripped down his neck, and a pale smile gradually appeared on Chang Sun Kai's face.

"You killed your father to get the poison/medicine, and you went to trade with the Mingjiao. Half a year ago, you secretly assisted King Chichuan's conspiracy to send troops to the sky to lead the mountain—" the emperor stubbornly did not cry out in pain, but said softly: "Then the next step What? Ah Cheng, you are just luring wolves into your house, this country is not something you can just use as a bargaining chip."

"Don't preach to me!" The eldest Sun Sheng let go of his brother's neck, looked at the empty sleeve on the right, his eyes sank sharply:

"Jing Yan cut off my arm, and I will use his hands. As for that sword..." He smiled coldly, "I will make Bai Lingfei feel so much pain."

Luoyang, the Emperor's Temple in the west of the city.

Ming Huaiyu dismissed all the accompanying worshipers and only left An Ruoran in the Emperor's Temple.

"East of Yishui has been wiped out by you, and only two of the ten kings sealed by the ancestors remain, but they will not be your opponents."

Ming Huaiyu kowtowed on the futon and worshiped a portrait on the left wall according to the royal family of Zheng State.

The Luoyang Emperor Temple was originally a place dedicated to the successive monarchs of the Chu Kingdom. After the Haotian Revolution, Zhu Wang Mingjun entered Luoyang and smashed all the gods and amulets in the temple, even the vertical plaques of the eternal emperor Huaiyang Emperor.From then on, the Emperor Temple only enshrined the deceased emperor of the Ming clan——

This portrait is the only exception.

The person in the painting is a silver-armored steed, wearing a general robe and hunting in the wind, and the demeanor of the god of war on the battlefield is lifelike.

The general held the reins in his left hand and a six-foot black-sheathed sword in his right hand. He was riding his horse on the Yiluo Plain, staring fixedly at Beiman Mountain with his clear eyes.

The portrait only painted his side face, and I saw that the outline was delicate and sharp, with a kind of brilliance and arrogance that could not be expressed with ink, but the painter left his god-like temperament on the painting paper, so that future generations You can see the general's unrivaled demeanor.

No one knows who made this portrait, but its existence is known all over the world——

The general in the painting is none other than Marshal Biyang of Zhao State of Chu State.

Seven years after Emperor Huaiyang ascended the throne, Biyang finally completed the great cause of the Northern Expedition to the desert, and at the most glorious moment of his life, he retired from the crown.

Since then, the whole world has praised Marshal Zhao's achievements. However, Emperor Huaiyang ordered that Marshal is a symbol of inviolability, and no one is allowed to paint his face. Therefore, there are only two phoenix statues in Chang'an City, and even the Pingjing Palace Only available for Yuyingjian.

Only this portrait sent to the Emperor's Temple by Emperor Huaiyang still retains the face of the Marshal of Zhaoguo, and it is the only portrait of the Marshal in the world.

"As long as the battle to reduce the vassal is over, Zheng Guo can send his troops south without any worries."

At this moment, Commander Zheng Guo also knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the portrait three times——

Biyang was born in Yujianmen, he is his patriarch according to his seniority, the etiquette of his master's school is very different from Ming Huaiyu's etiquette.

After the two worshiped the portrait, they both stood up.

"The battle between Southern Chu and Xia Kingdom in Hanzhong is in full swing, and neither side has time to worry about foreign enemies... It can be seen that Changming King Anahuan unified the grassland and threatened Jing Yan and Changsun Cheng so much that these two commanders, who are considered exhaustive, have no time to worry about it." At the same time, it was miscalculated.”

Ming Huaiyu smiled brightly, turned around and said softly to An Ruoran:

"But what about your junior brother? If you cross the sky and lead the mountain south to attack Pingjing, you will always have to fight against him on the battlefield."

An Ruoran was silent for a long while, not knowing what kind of memories were brought up, her resolute side face unexpectedly softened for a moment.

However, it was only a moment of weakness, and he said to Ming Huaiyu in a blink of an eye:

"To achieve great things, there must always be sacrifices."

——Actually... When he rescued himself in Tianyin Mountain, he had already expected the day when his brothers and sisters would clash with each other, right?

With Xiaofei's mind, how could he not know that he would return to Luoyang?But he still insists on letting go of Jingyuan, even knowing that he wants to fulfill himself.

They have made their own choices secretly, if they really want to meet each other in battle in the future, it will be a last resort of fate.

"Why are you willing to hurt your good junior brother?" Ming Huaiyu looked up at the portrait and laughed softly.

An Ruoran hugged him from behind, biting his earlobe lightly, until Ming Huaiyu gasped unbearably, the man stopped moving.

"What? Want to do it in front of your patriarch?"

Ming Huaiyu smiled brightly and presumptuously, just like a manjusawa flower that was born in the dark night.

"I don't care... But you, aren't you afraid that your ancestors will see you open your body to men?"

Ming Huaiyu laughed even wider.

"It doesn't matter if you see it, I just like to be an unworthy descendant for you, and I am willing to be an unworthy descendant." With a clear light in his eyes, he said to An Ruoran word by word:

"Being able to turn the phoenix upside down for you is a blessing I have cultivated all my life."

An Ruoran listened carefully, and silently wrote down his deepest affection.

"You still miss your junior brother."

An Ruoran was already used to his aggressive tactics, and with a helpless face, he said softly:

"I won't tease you. But I'm serious, being able to be with you is a blessing I have cultivated in a lifetime."

"You are also the greatest blessing in my life." An Ruoran whispered in his ear.

Ming Huaiyu smiled happily.

"Are you really determined to attack Pingjing in the south?"

An Ruoran said with a sullen expression, "Jing Yan and I are not fellow travelers... I can cooperate with Xia Guo, but I can't let Nan Chu go."

"Even if Bai Lingfei is loyal to Jing Yan, can you still be ruthless?"

"Maybe Xiao Fei agrees with his ideas, but I don't." An Ruoran lowered her eyes coldly, with the courage to test the world and point out the country, "The old Chu will be reduced to such a situation, the culprit is the aristocratic rule He knew that Southern Chu would eventually rot in the hands of princes and tyrants, but he still spared all the princes after the death of King Chichuan and cooperated with him in the Northern Expedition to Chang'an, which is short-sighted."

Ming Huaiyu said indifferently: "He is just an expedient measure. After the capture of Chang'an, he will attack King Anqing and others. The crown prince of Nanchu has never been a person who cares about credit."

"He can't do it."

An Ruoran suddenly let go of him, and scanned the rows of tablets in the temple——

"When a person gains power, he will not be willing to let go. He has become the same as the nobles of Southern Chu. Even if he can replace Jing Zhuo, he will not be able to get rid of his common interests—" The man looked at Zheng Zheng. The deceased monarch of the country said coldly to Ming Huaiyu: "Emperor Huaiyang is like this, and so are all your ancestors. Jing Yan will not be an exception."

"If he unifies the Central Plains, he will only reproduce the situation of the founding of the Huaiyang Emperor - the great feudal aristocratic heroes, everything in the country only serves the upper class, and the common people will repeat the previous tens of thousands of people under the rule of the subsequent generations. The tragedy of the year. If it hadn’t been for the melee of the nobles, which made Middle-earth sluggish for a long time, the land of Youyun would not have fallen into the hands of foreigners, and tens of thousands of Han people there would not have been massacred by the Northern Han Dynasty and forced to work, and they would not have been displaced by the black soldiers. .”

He still remembers the painful past of living in Mobei as a child.

His family did not dare to live in towns because of their Han nationality, so they had to seek refuge with the nomadic tribes in the grasslands and lived a life of living by water and grass.However, King Changming wanted to unify the grassland, and the Black Xuan soldiers trampled every place in that beautiful land, even his tribe was not spared.

Overnight, he lost all his relatives and support, leaving only the smell of carrion floating on the Tana River, ferociously destroying the magnificent and vast prairie in his heart.

Since then, he has lived in the desert, and his life has regained its light until he was adopted by his master Huo Qifeng and returned to Wangyou Valley. However, he never forgave everyone who harmed his whole family.

"Xiaofei and I both have the same background, but he has forgotten everything about Mobei... Since he chose Jing Yan, he is destined to part ways with me. I told Xiaofei where the Mingjiao firearms are hidden, because that is the reason. For his sake, but since the battle of Tianyin Mountain, we have become our own masters and have nothing to do with each other."

Those who control the sword will test the world with the sword, level the world with the sword, and save the world with the sword——

The sword in his palm is to save the common people from this tragic reincarnation.

Ming Huaiyu suddenly wanted to ask him——

Since you know that Zheng Guo is also the one you hate, why did you follow me to Luoyang that year?

But he didn't ask after all.

He led An Ruoran away from the Emperor's Temple, and when he glanced at the portrait on the left wall for the last time, he suddenly asked softly:

"Is there a portrait of Marshal Zhao in the Wangyou Valley of your school?"

An Ruoran was astonished and shook her head slightly.

"Maybe there is, but I've never seen it. The Huayinglou, where the sect masters of the past lived, has been strictly forbidden for disciples to enter. Maybe Master Bi once asked people to paint for himself, but it was only hung in the Huayinglou."

Ming Huaiyu was stunned, An Ruoran asked him: "What's the matter?"

"I have always felt that this painting seems to have been seen somewhere..." Ming Huaiyu watched the expression of the person in the painting holding a sword and looking into the distance, and said in a low voice:

"Actually, your junior brother is somewhat similar to the marshal."

An Ruoran frowned, and once again looked at the general in the portrait——

That should have been when Biyang had just started his war with Emperor Huaiyang. Although he was heroic, he hadn't lost his youthful look.

Those eyes that are so clear and light, revealing aura are very rare, and the expression of slightly pursed lips, all of them seem familiar to a certain part of his memory.

He immediately remembered the little junior brother who danced his sword lightly in the evening light on the plank road that year.Reunited three years later, he was rescued by his younger brother from Kunlun Peak to Luoyang, and later he also danced swords on Beimang Mountain.At that time, Bai Lingfei had shown amazing edges and corners, completely different from the innocent and gentle little junior on the plank road.

It wasn't until he was on the snow field of Tianyin Mountain that he witnessed his truly cold and sharp side——

"Wu Yun" was completely unsheathed. At that time, his whole body was full of sharp edges that people couldn't take their eyes off.

That kind of sharpness completely overlaps with the elegance of the portrait in front of him.Standing on the battlefield with a sword, looking down on the mountains--for a moment, the illusion is like a phoenix soaring above the sun and the moon.

"It's just a bit of resemblance, maybe it's the temperament you'll have after practicing 'Wuyun'." An Ruoran shook her head to drive away her thoughts, "Let's go, let's——Huaiyu!"

He immediately supported Ming Huaiyu, only to see that the beauty on the emperor's face faded, and he could speak weakly after a while:

"I don't know why... I seem to faint more and more easily recently."

The man resolutely picked him up and said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about it when we return to the palace."

The author has something to say: PS1. It feels like Chang Sun Sheng raised his hand like a sickly girl

PS2. Senior brother and Huai Yu are the CP of Tie Zhengzheng!In fact, Huaiyu really loves his senior brother very much, so he tried his best to help him realize his dream.This chapter has pointed out that the senior brother and His Royal Highness have different ideas. It can be said that the senior brother is even a more radical reformist than His Highness. In his current eyes, ideals cannot be compromised, even if it is expedient. .So the two of them are incompatible. In the previous chapter when they met in Tianyin Mountain, the two of them did not tear themselves apart for Xiaofei's sake.As for this battle of ideas, it will dominate the next line of the whole text~

☆、Mei Yin Linglong Heart

As the setting sun shone into the alley, the children ran after the shadows of their companions as soon as they left the thatched hut of Yijiao. Laughter echoed throughout the slum alley.

The girl in scarlet clothes and plain makeup let out a long breath, and pushed the boy in the wheelchair through the alley.

——The houses here are only piled up with rough mud and lime, and only two people can walk side by side in the wall gap between the houses. It is a completely different world from the luxurious houses in the inner city of Pingjing.

The walls are covered with weeds, allowing only a little bit of sunset light to penetrate, and the ground is covered with moss, scattered and mixed with the footprints of children chasing.In this desolate and decadent scene, the girl and the boy are the only vivid scenery——

He chattered all over the world, she smiled wantonly and heartily, and even the dusk suddenly became much brighter.

At the end of the alley, there was smoke from cooking. Yiya remembered that a poor family named Chen lived in that house, with two children about seven or eight years old. She asked about it in class a few days ago and knew that they were originally from Xiangxi. The ancestral house and field were destroyed by the flood the year before last, and the child lost his father. Although the Empress Crown Prince allowed the refugees to cultivate the land by themselves, the male son of the family was lost. The mother had to take the child to wander around, and finally came to the slums in the outer city of Pingjing , earning a living by weaving cotton at home and selling it every day.

"Maomao and Tao'er's mother is really amazing." Xiaotian said with emotion.

So what is the person who led himself to wander in the world like this, what is he doing at this time?

—He hadn't seen Brother Fei for a long time, they had never been apart for so long.

In the past few months, I have often dreamed of Brother Fei—sometimes, he fell on the bloody soil all over the ground, let himself shout, and did not open his eyes again; but more often, he would be like a doll Mu Ran walked past the front smoke, shouting while chasing after him, but he didn't look back.

In that kind of place, Brother Fei must be very unhappy. How long has it been since Brother Fei has not laughed?

"Many poor households in this alley are like them. Since they have nowhere to go, they might as well come to the emperor's feet. At least their calls for help can be a little closer to the imperial city."

Yiya stopped at the corner of the mud wall, and Twilight was just half a step away. Half of her pretty face was hidden in the shadow, while the other half was faintly bewildered. The suffering of the common people is excluded from the inner city's singing and dancing."

Xiaotian raised his head sideways, with a bit of sourness in his eyes.

"Yi Ya, do you like it here?"

The girl lowered her eyes sadly, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the afterglow.

A long time ago, she once stood on the watchtower of the palace and looked at the entire capital.

"Wow... brother! What is that?"

"sky Street."

"I learned a sentence, um...Xiao Yuko seems to be saying..."The three capitals are beautiful and beautiful in the world, and Pingjing's wind and moon are crowned in the world'?"

"That's what it says."

"Wow——" the girl's eyes widened, and she sighed at the capital city under her feet: "It turns out that Yuko is not lying!"

The crown prince's brows were slightly cold, he didn't speak, but just quietly accompanied her.

——Until she walked out of the cage of the imperial city and looked back at the land again, she understood the silence of the imperial brother that day:

Her country is not romantic, but overly whitewashed and riddled with holes.

In fact, Jing Yan didn't say anything at that time, but he just couldn't bear to disillusion her dream too early.

Yiya sighed touchingly, and suddenly some soft touch fell on her palm.

"Actually, you like Pingjing very much. No matter how unbearable it is, that is what you used to be proud of." Xiaotian held her hand, with his backlit silhouette clearly reflected in his eyes: "You love your father The same is true for the emperor, right? Although I hate him very much, he is your own father. You have been away from the palace and lived in Jixian Lane for a long time. I know you are mad at him for treating bastards badly and brother Qingyuan Well, it’s even worse for Brother Fei, but you should also talk to him.”

The lively child who once sneaked into the brothel, now speaks with a lot of childishness, with the firmness of an imperial scholar's argument:

"I think that people should have the righteous way in their hearts, but... But this world is not just about reasoning, there are some things that cannot be explained by reasoning, and we must also face them well."

Yi Ya met his gaze in surprise.

Boys grow fastest when they are eleven or twelve years old. During these days, Xiaotian's figure has grown a lot, and it is far behind when he first entered Pingjing last year.

The little guy who kept saying he was going to grow up has finally grown up.

He has stepped out of the protection of others, he can even be strong enough to protect others, and he can also accompany him all the way in Pingjing City, without fear of being bound by them at all——

Is she the only one who is not strong enough?

In the alley of the setting sun, only the boy's eyes were particularly dazzling, Yiya stared at him blankly, almost unable to open his eyes.

"I see." She smiled shallowly at Xiaotian, and her clasped hands gradually stuck together.

Xiaotian nodded heavily to her, and also smiled heartlessly.

——Duwan, Luoxia, and Feiyan are all witnessing for them at this moment.

There is no prosperity in the slums, but there is quiet smoke, blessing two little fingers hooked quietly in the palms.

Yiya wiped the corners of her eyes, pushed Xiaotian's wheelchair and continued to walk out of the alley.

They passed the clearing where children were playing and chasing. Several women were gathered around the only well in the slum, perhaps talking about household matters, but suddenly a child