Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Wu Qu is usually foolish and foolish, he only knows to draw a "plum" character on the ground repeatedly.No matter what Wen Qu said, he fell on deaf ears.While Wen Qu was talking, he became talking to himself, annoyed, he snatched the broken branch, Wu Qu couldn't find it, so he scratched the ground with his fingertips.Those fingers didn't seem to belong to him, they were dripping with blood, dizzy in the heart, spread in the eyes, full of shocking sadness.

Wrathful spirits and evil spirits have eroded the soul. Wu Qu doesn't remember the love between the two, or the harmony between the phoenix and the phoenix, but only remembers the word "Mei" which is astonishing as a dragon.Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the dark fragrance floated, and the blurred face was completed in one stroke, and the dim yellow lamp warmed the irrepressible joy to the face, but there was another wave between the eyebrows, afraid that there would be a moment of turmoil. When he passed away, he was afraid that the song would end and people would leave. Only by copying his handwriting stroke by stroke can he feel at ease and feel that the good times will always be there.

Wen Qu was stabbed by the sudden blood color and let go, the broken branch fell back to the ground, Wu Qu picked it up happily, and then scratched on the ground again.

Wen Qu just stared blankly, at a loss.

Greedy Wolf Star Lord who came to visit saw Wen Qu like this, he felt angry in his heart, walked back and forth a few steps, and said indignantly: "I knew it was like this, why bother to save him? Save a fool, and then another idiot... "

Lucun Xingjun hurriedly used his eyes to stop Greedy Wolf Xingjun's unrestrained speech, glanced at Wen Qu who was in a daze, and sighed: "I asked for orders earlier, and summoned Wu Qu back to the heaven to break the sorcery. However, the soul was sucked into the samsara disc and carried to the millennium later... Now, because of the injustice committed in the previous life, he has to be reincarnated into the emperor's womb to return his immortal soul. Naturally, the Jade Emperor is facing this heaven Noble one, he wants you and Wu Qu to accompany him through another calamity..."

Just as he was speaking, Wu Qu, who was only writing quietly, stood up suddenly. Just as Wen Qu was about to pass, he saw him throwing a broken branch and running out of the palace.Lucun Xingjun and Tanlang Xingjun looked at each other, and hurriedly followed Wenqu to catch up.

Wu Qu didn't know why he went crazy, he ran out of Nantian Gate, injured the heavenly soldiers who blocked him, and was about to jump to the lower realm.Fortunately, Wen Qu, Lu Cun and Tanlang Xingjun arrived in time, restrained him with immortal power, and made him unable to move, so they breathed a sigh of relief.But Wu Qu was still restless, roaring and struggling desperately, looking at the lower world, as if something caught his soul there and made him suffer the pain of guts and heart.

Those two heavenly soldiers were frightened by Wu Qu's crazy appearance, and sneaked away to report the news. After a while, many heavenly soldiers and generals came to fetch Wu Qu according to the order, and tied up the still struggling Wu Qu with immortal ropes. , and invited the three star kings together.

Above the Cloud Firmament Palace, all the gods from all walks of life who are rare in the immortal class came together, whispering to each other about the martial arts that are still performed in the hall to fight trapped beasts.

The Jade Emperor didn't even look at Wu Qu, he just cared about his own way. Wu Qu was just ascended from a mortal body by chance.Although the injustice this time was not caused by him, it was also caused by him. Why don't you let him assist Yinghuo Xingjun I again, and then let him reincarnate!

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar.

Wu Qu's soul has already been eroded by evil spirits, how many lives can he survive in reincarnation?This is to depose Wu Qu and demote him as a mortal, and let him fend for himself?

No one in the heavenly court knew that this calamity was all caused by Yinghuo Xingjun, but no one dared to say a word!

At this moment, Wu Qu couldn't move anymore, he was gasping for breath, his hair was stuck to his face in embarrassment, but his eyes showed through, like the mottled light in the shade of trees.

The light shone on Wen Qu's cold face, as if scorched by a cannonball.Wen Qu was so hot that he turned around abruptly. Regardless of the obstruction of several Xingjun, he left the Yunxiao Palace in a cloud and went straight to Yinghai.

On the boundless, misty Yinghai Sea, there are thousands of pagodas floating, some of which subdue demons, some lock demons, and some bind immortals.No matter how high the devil is, he can't escape this natural water prison that isolates spiritual power.

Wenqu easily destroyed Fayin and entered one of the seven-story pagodas.He moved his fingers, and raised the fairy boy who was soaked like gossamer from the air, admiring him for what he deserved, and asked coldly: "How to restore Wu Qu's soul?"

Wu Qu went crazy, but Wen Qu woke up.I am afraid that Wu Qu is still suffering from the separation of souls, so he is crazy and stupid.Although Lucun Xingjun and Tanlang Xingjun have the intention to help Wu Qu, they all look at Wen Qu's favor, so it doesn't matter whether Wu Qu is "returned to Zhao" or not?The one who got in the way must be this fairy boy who used the soul of martial arts.

The fairy boy was already on the verge of death due to the isolation of the water of Yinghai, but after leaving the water for a while, he calmed down a little bit, his wet eyes seemed to have a long tongue, and he licked Wenqu's face recklessly, tearing like a drunk Crazy sneer: "Mr. Xing, you are here..."

This scheming and blasphemy that failed his good intentions was tantamount to adding fuel to the flames, Wen Qu snapped his five fingers together, and grabbed the fairy boy's neck in the air.That fairy boy blushed and couldn't say a word, but still smiled complacently with the corners of his mouth.

Wen Qu finally wanted to let go, and finally wanted to leave him a way to survive, even though he had already been hacked into pieces in his heart.

He handles Wen Qu's mind just like Wen Qu handles his sincerity. That sincerity has long been abandoned like a shoestring, an empty shell, so why be afraid of death?

That cold smile, like a handful of lime, extinguished the fire in Wen Qu's heart, leaving only a lifeless depression.

Wen Qu gradually loosened his strength, even though the fairy boy was held up in mid-air and coughed for a while.

Immortals and demons are just a difference of thought.

The fairy boy looked back at Wen Qu word by word, saying, "The soul of Wu Qu on the chessboard has been attached to Yinghuo Xingjun by my spell, and he has been reincarnated with him. I want to get back that soul." One soul, unless the martial arts and his love are in harmony, and the piano and the piano are in harmony... But even if the heart and soul are reunited, because of the separation of the soul for many years, it is very common to not remember the past... What's more, how can the Jade Emperor Can he accommodate another martial art with a square head? He can't offend you gods who have violated taboos, but it is more than enough to deal with a martial art that ascends from a mortal body..."

Wen Qu's fingers tightened suddenly, and the harsh words came to an abrupt end.But a pair of eyes are still nailed to Wenqu's face unwillingly, and he can't speak, just like wishful thinking for thousands of years.

I still remember that back then, he was just a little squirrel with a century-old cultivation base, who accidentally ate the fairy grass and took it for the heavenly soldiers, and Wen Qu saved his life with a simple sentence.He is willing to guard Wenqu in front of the Tianquan Palace for eternity, close at hand, but far away, that Wenhua is cold and dazzling, how dare he have a heart of intimacy?He didn't dare to wishful thinking, but fortunately others couldn't ask for it.Although Yinghuo Xingjun is a nobleman, he is not favored by Wenqu.In this way, Wenqu is always hanging in the sky without any time, no matter how much he guards and recites, it will remain unchanged forever.

However, there came a martial arts song who didn't know good or bad!It's just a vulgar and hateful mortal, but he tore Wenqu from the sky and dragged him into the smoky mortal world.From then on, Wen Qu didn't know whether the tea was cold or the night was cold. He glanced outside the door, and Wen Qu's eyes drifted past him, in a trance, searching.

At that moment, Wuqu became the target of his demons, even if it is impossible to recover, he must be taught to fly away!

With a "plop", Xiantong fell back to the icy water, lingering on his last breath, unable to fly.Floating up again, only to see the back of Wen Qu leaving in a hurry, he could only ask in a hoarse voice unwillingly: "I have been guarding you for thousands of years, ten thousand years, have you ever looked at me? What is he capable of? Teach you to fall into the magic way with the snap of your fingers?"

Magic?

Wen Qu disappeared at the end of the line between water and sky, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

If taking back what you love by all means is considered falling into the devil's way, so what's the point of destroying your cultivation base and going against the sky?

The sky has no eyes, and Mo Dao is ruthless.

When he returned to Kaiyang Palace with the chessboard, Wu Qu had already been sent back, but he was still wrapped with immortal ropes to restrain his immortal power.He squatted beside the stone table, still writing the word "Mei" stroke by stroke with a branch.

Wen Qu walked slowly to his side, accidentally blocking his light, Wu Qu took a step away, and moved away from him.With that stroke, it was as if a hole was drawn in his heart, and the pain that had been suppressed for a long time scrambled out one after another, and after boiling back to the sky, it solidified into the deep loneliness of the distant night.

Wen Qu took out the bronze mask hidden in the front of his chest, and quickly put it on, to conceal the despair that Wu Qu would not catch.

Although, Wu Qu never glanced at him from the beginning to the end.

Even kneeling before Wu Qu's sick bed, he had never been so desperate.

He just ignored him, deceiving himself and others, but now he has to admit that the general who was still talking to him yesterday is long gone.

What is "you can still remember without a soul", what "every word you write and say is branded in your heart", what "you have to escape the six cycles of reincarnation and stay together forever"...

Overnight, a word became a prophecy.

If you can't keep it, why should you boast?

Wen Qu suddenly hated the ignorant and empty shell in front of him, grabbed his muddy hand and pulled it hard, hugging him into his arms, even though his fists and feet were facing each other, he refused to let go.

The hair is messed up, the clothes are wrinkled, but the heart is still not dead, and it is dying to describe the scene of the afterlife...

On the day when Wen Qu came down to earth, it was still sent off by several stars.

After everything that needs to be said has been said, Lord Lian Zhenxing hesitated and said: "You may not know that Wu Qu's soul is not yet complete. This time, he can't be reincarnated into a mortal womb. He has to be reincarnated into a fox demon to return Yu Jing's life in the previous life first." Kindness. Yu Jing voted for a civil servant named Qiao Yu in this life, and if you find him, you will find Wu Qu."

Lu Cun Xingjun handed something to Wen Qu and said: "I know what you think, and I can't persuade you. I kept this chessboard for you. You can take it with you! You can do it yourself!"

"That old Huai, I have moved to the place where you devoted yourself." Tanlang Xingjun said, and took out the Yusi Nanpei that Yinghuo Xingjun gave him, "Here, I stole it from Fate Xingjun. The leather bag that came here, you take it in case of emergencies... Speaking of Wu Jie, he seems to have committed some taboos in the last time, and he has come to this world again. You should be more careful when you meet him. Bad water... tsk..."

Wen Qu didn't expect the Xing Jun to treat him like this, he was stunned for a while, but couldn't speak.

Several Xingjun stuffed the magic weapon into his hands, gave him some instructions, and then said "Treasure".

Time is running out, Wenqu only has a deep bow, and they both understand that this departure is a farewell.

That year, seeing the old locust tree that was about to die, clusters of white flowers like butterflies bloomed again.

Wen Qu sat leaning against a tree, and spread out his hands, allowing the child who called him uncle to write on his palm.

With that childish face, he said solemnly that in the future he will be able to rise to the top, so that he will be well-clothed and well-fed, and enjoy the glory and wealth, so that he will live up to the grace of upbringing.

Sophora japonica fell silently on the shoulders, Wen Qu closed his eyes, and the word "Mei" was again in the palm of his hand.

If this dream can last forever, why cherish youth, why cherish immortal bones?

After the 49th day of July [-]th, the fairy boy of the Tianquan Palace who was crushed under the Yinghai Buddhist Pagoda was removed from the fairy bones and thrown into the animal way.

He forgot the past, since he was born, he has been wandering around, not eating enough.

Until that day, it was rainy, and he was sitting alone in front of the wine shop, when a man with the appearance of a scribe happened to pass by, looking back, he was moved with compassion, regardless of his drenching, he hugged him and brought him back to the mansion.

Although the civil servant's family was poor, he was still raised to be naive.

A few days later, he was hugged and teased in the pavilion, a familiar face approached, stroked his hair lovingly, turned to ask the civil servant:

"Qiao Shangshu is willing to part with you?"