The king does not see the king [Honghuang]

Snowflakes were falling from the sky, and Shang Jun stood quietly under a tree of white plums. His white fur kept out the cold wind, his long hair was tied up, and his expression was slightly lonely.

He is no longer a child.

He is graceful and handsome, with a graceful bearing, but his brows are slightly frowned, as if he is always hesitating and troubled, more like being willful and reckless as Xia Jie. He is a very qualified king. Now he, standing after his age, governs thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In terms of government affairs, reducing taxation and encouraging farming, some people compare him to Yao and Shun, but only he himself knows the difference, so he can't just remember it.

"Father." A handsome child wrapped in a black bear's fur strode forward, "Yi Yin said that after the snow falls, there will be hope for next year's spring plowing, right?"

Shang Jun leaned over and picked up the little boy. This was his eldest son Weixiang. Although he was only five years old, he was very smart since he was a child, and he loved him very much.

"The snow is too small." Shang Jun looked up at the sky, "The difference is too much, too far away."

"Why hasn't it been raining?" Wei Jiang looked up at the sky, "You said that the water in the river turned into clouds, and the clouds turned into rain, but now that the water in the river is gone, where did the clouds go? ?”

"I don't know." Shang Jun was a little regretful, "I fell asleep after listening to it, and I don't remember what was behind it."

"Like what the father told Wei Jiang every night?" He tilted his head slightly, "Wei Jiang will definitely listen to what the father said before going to sleep."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Shang Jun rubbed his hair, "You are still too young, your family and country are important, and your father is here."

"I am the future king, and I must do better than my father." Wei Jiang tried to put on a serious look, "So, father, you can tell me a few more stories tonight."

"Children should go to bed early, and," Shang Jun chuckled, "Some stories are mine, so I can't tell them to others."

"Father?" Wei Jiang tilted his head in bewilderment, "In another month, it will be the Spring Festival. Yi Yin said that he will set up an altar in Sanglin Mountain, but it is so high, how can we build it?"

"It always needs to be built. Now the people are suffering. Although this campaign is hard, it is better to have food to eat than to sell children and abandon daughters and change children to eat." Shang Tang shook his head slightly, "At that time, I will lead the important ministers to worship the sky. , offer sacrifices to pray for rain, look to the sky to hang the curtain, and end the catastrophe in this world."

Wei Jiang nodded half-understood, but he was puzzled: "But Yi Yin said that the treasury doesn't have much food."

Shang Jun's expression darkened: "Go back."

There are no ten days in the sky, but there is such a severe drought, and the heavens do not respond. Shang Jun understands in his heart that this catastrophe, nine times out of ten, is caused by his elder brother Ji Yizhao. No one in this world knows his elder brother's power better than him. Now, he naturally knows all the cause and effect back then, but he went to Yishan seven years and seven years ago, but he couldn't find it everywhere.

It is rumored that the demon king Fenghuang blocked Yishan with the supreme formation to prevent all the demons in the world from coming out again, presumably it was to eliminate his thoughts.

Brother, what are you going to do? Repay your revenge and pay your debts. Those who harmed you are no longer in this world.

Although the high platform is difficult, the manpower is enthusiastic. As soon as the first month comes, the altar has been erected in Sanglin Mountain. When the time comes, Shang Jun will send more than [-] people from the court to the mountain to worship. Ask the heaven to help the common people with rain, dew and rain.

It's just that although the ceremony was grand, there was still not a single drop of rain falling in the next two months.

Lord Shang ordered the historian to do a divination, and the historian took several days to use the armor of the tortoise before reporting to him: "The central palace moved to the west, the Chen Dasheng, and the crape myrtle entered the palace, but it was a sign of demon stars oppressing luck and losing popularity."

"How to make up for my family's luck??" Shang Tang frowned slightly. He had spent too much energy on this this year.

"Human sacrifice." The historian hesitated for a moment before answering.

Human sacrifice is to put firewood on a living person to move ghosts and gods.

"Human sacrifice?" Shang Tang said, "I saved the people of the world to pray for rain, but now if I kill the people to save the people, what is the difference from Xia Jie?"

"How is this the same?" the historian asked cautiously, "Although several people were killed, the number of slaves is incalculable. A few untouchables can save the world, so why not?"

"If you are not used as a sacrifice, you are arrogant." Shang Tang smiled slightly and said, "If you use slaves to sacrifice to the sky, don't you think the sky is light?"

"Then..." The historian's heart tightened, "Who should be sacrificed to be considered solemn?"

Shang Tang stared at him, said lightly: "Me."

On that day, Shang Tang bathed and fasted, and ordered the left and right to set up piles of firewood, and stepped onto the firewood stand. The officials tried their best to dissuade him, but he just said: "I have been king for many years, but I caused the world to suffer from this catastrophe. My crime alone cannot be affected." All the people; if all the people are guilty, I alone will bear the responsibility. I cannot be innocent and bring disaster to all the people.”

After speaking, light the firewood.

When the flames sprang up, choking smoke followed, but Shang Tang was not panicked at all.

How could Tianjie take so much effort to support him as king, so he would let him die so easily.

Moreover, even if he really died, it would not be a bad thing, maybe it would allow his elder brother to remember a little bit of brotherhood, and end this catastrophe in the world.

Even if his brother won't soften his heart because of this, at least he can feel what his brother felt back then.

In this way, he might understand what made his brother look like that.

It's just that his idea was right. Before the flames reached the corner of his clothes, a heavy rain poured down.

The officials cheered and kowtowed, calling out the emperor's benevolence.

The thunder roared and fell from the nine heavens, splitting a huge gully in the valley in front of him. During the shock, Shang Tang looked up at the sky, but saw that the sky was a huge rotating beam of Taiji light, falling straight down and landing on him.

At that moment, the world was clear.

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Thousands of miles away, Ji Yi summoned him into a human form, straightened his clothes that were not messed up, and looked to the north.

From that direction, he felt a familiar fragrance.

He had never smelled this fragrance before, but the memory of the phoenix in his mind clearly told him that it was the smell of Qilin's blood.

After more than [-] years, their blood is still so beautiful and fragrant.

It is indeed a benevolent beast.

He uttered a soft cry, the sound was clear and clear, and it went straight to the sky, shaking the world.

In the sky and on the ground, all the birds seemed to have been shocked, and they flew to the north one after another. There were also a few big spiritual birds whose eyes gradually became clear. The king gets it, and the phoenix bird is the head of a hundred birds, so it can naturally control all birds.

Soon, the birds in the air saw the scene on Sanglin Mountain, and Ji Yizhao naturally saw it too.

A king stands high on the top of a mountain, his spirit is calm, his spirit is clear, his soul is bright, and the huge Tai Chi hovers at the speed of light to envelope him, like a god-man descended from the heaven.

Ji Yizhao was in a daze for a moment, as if he saw a limp child back then, climbing up and down on him, pulling his long hair and rolling over, calling his brother glutinously.

When he was a young and crazy boy, he looked down on the heroes of the world, but now he is neither a person nor a person.

Shaking his head slightly, he stretched out his hand and popped out a black feather, and there was a soft chime in the air.

In an instant, in the entire Yishan Mountains, countless birds and beasts shouted and responded, high and low, like a battle song.

"Pass on the Order of the Phoenix, and the realms of the ten directions will be exhausted. I will destroy the master once and for all, and untie the thousand-year-old shackles of my monster clan. Order troops and rise up!"