Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Wang Xun was floating in mid-air, looking at his head hanging high, he knew he was dead.

It turns out that a person really has a soul after death - he thought vaguely, and was suddenly delighted, because in this way he was able to reunite with Wang Ji under the Nine Springs.He had a lot of things he wanted to say to his elder brother, but he was afraid that his elder brother would go back after drinking Meng Po soup.

Just thinking about it, his body was like a puff of light smoke, fluttering with the wind, and gradually, it went up to the sky.Wang Xun looked suspiciously at the shrunken Miyagi under him and thought, shouldn't he go to hell?

Unprepared, with a bang, he raised his head and found that at some point, a frightening red cloud mixed with thunder and lightning was rushing towards him.With a body as light as a red hair, there was no way to dodge it. A bolt of lightning struck him mercilessly like a guillotine with barbs, as if it wanted to cut his soul into two.The heart-wrenching pain hit his heart, and when he saw the fairy seal between his brows lit up in a blink of an eye, in an instant, memories swept in like a flood-he was clearly in the fairy class, but he stole the name of the Supreme Lord. The elixir of life was just to be with that person forever, but unexpectedly it made him, a mortal, become a demon who lost his mind, eating flesh and bones.The abyss of weak water, the mountain of flames, suffered all the pain of melting immortal bones and burning immortal bodies, just to make him reborn as a human being, but unfortunately even if he exhausted his spare energy to follow him from generation to generation, that person would not recognize him long ago, he could only see him with his own eyes. That person died in front of him by accident, re-entering reincarnation, repeating the same mistakes, this is the punishment of God.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was quiet, surrounded by immortal energy, in front of me was the majestic gate of heaven, behind me was the mountain of flames, under my feet was the abyss of feeble water, and standing a few steps away was the incomparable red-clothed immortal. It was Yinghuo Xingjun who interceded for him back then.The face that was [-]% similar to that of Emperor Zhengde made Wang Xun a little bit surprised. It turned out that the ninth-five-year-old mortal who hid his strength and bide his time was an invaluable body who went to experience calamities with him.

The swirl pattern on the sleeve is like a burning red wheel, but his face is like a layer of frost: "I can ask the heaven to show mercy, restore your immortal status, and be listed in the immortal class again, but you have to do my job."

As a result, there was another turmoil in the heavenly court, and all the immortals talked about the former lord of Kaiyang Palace—the former Wang Xun's position as the chief martial artist.The Heavenly Court was lenient, and it was because of Yinghuo Xingjun's pleading, this repeated protection, and the fact that Yinghuo Xingjun went to Kaiyang Palace every day without hesitation, how could he not teach others? Imagination?

But Wang Xun didn't care, he made tea every day as agreed, and talked with Yinghuo Xingjun about those Zhengde years over and over again.He talked about the tit-for-tat confrontation with Jiang Bin when he first met, about the sympathy after the competition, about the drunkenness after Wang Xun's death, and about how he pushed Jiang Bin and Emperor Zhengde into a situation where Jiang Bin and Emperor Zhengde could not be redeemed step by step after knowing the truth. ...

Yinghuo Xingjun often lost his mind halfway through hearing it, held the tea for a long time without taking a sip, or immediately waved his sleeves and rode the wind away, as if looking for someone to explain clearly, but in the end, he would stare blankly. Bingshuang returned to Kaiyang Palace, listening to those long-forgotten past events over and over again.

On this day, Wang Xun sent Yinghuo Xingjun outside the gate of the palace, and the proud Xingjun stopped suddenly: "Is there any way to reverse the time, or reshape the soul?"

Wang Xun lowered his eyes and said: "If there is, how can Xiaoxian suffer this torture life after life?"

The unfinished words disappeared outside the palace gate along with the flexible swirl pattern on the sleeve.

On the following day, it was rare for Yinghuo Xingjun not to come to the door.According to the servant boy, he went down to earth again, but this time, it seemed that he was looking for something old.

It was rare for Wang Xun to be free, so he disappeared and went to the mortal world.

The night was as cool as water, and Wang Xun fell on the high ground covered with fallen leaves. Looking not far away, a little Taoist priest in a blue and gray Taoist robe was busy opening an altar to worship gods outside Jiang Bin's courtyard.That delicate side face was coated with a layer of jade-like warmth by the moonlight.Thin stature, but has its own strength of character.Even if he is not half similar to the former Wang Jiwu, he can recognize him at a glance.

This is the first time I met him with memories on my back.They have been entangled for several lifetimes, but they all lead to the same end. The curse that no one in this world can understand is the sin he brought to each other.Wang Xun didn't care about any immortality, when he accepted Yinghuo Xingjun, he hoped that one day he could change his fate, so that he would not die soon after meeting him.

The little Taoist didn't notice the fairy spirit lingering behind him, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, took out a stick of incense, and fanned the fire to light it.But as soon as the sparks emerged, they were blown away by a gust of wind.After tossing a cup of tea like this, the little Taoist priest who had run out of fire pockets finally furiously lowered his voice and said: "Where is the evildoer preventing me from opening the altar, why don't you show up quickly?"

The sounds of insects around fell silent for a moment, and an immortal dressed in moonlight and stars landed in front of the little Taoist priest: "I am the master of Kaiyang Palace Wuqu Xingjun, Taoist priest, what an offence."

The little Taoist stared blankly at the star-eyed fairy, his breath was stagnant, and the incense in his hand fell into the grass without making a sound.

"The little ghost and the scholar are both old friends of you and me, and they are also the masters of Taoism."

The Duanfang face lingering with fairy spirit approached him, and with a flip of his palm, he shrunk the little Taoist priest down to the size of a fist, hid it in his sleeve, and went up to the sky.

Yinghuo Xingjun who came back from the mortal world waved away the servants who greeted him, and rushed to Fengbochi.When he saw the fairy who was still resting in the pond with his eyes closed, Yinghuo Xingjun wished to destroy him with a palm.

I guarded this skin all day long, determined that he would not be able to make trouble again, but it turned out that his soul had already sneaked into the mortal world to accompany Jiang Bin day and night, and he was the only one kept in the dark. From time to time, he would humbly look for the bad luck.Even though Jiang Bin was desperately forced to wear a bronze mask to remember the past, every word and every sentence is still inseparable from Wenqu.Could it be that in his heart, if he discarded his soul and soul, he would no longer be the person he was thinking of?Have those vows of sincerity disappeared because of his arrogance in the past?

A piece of peach blossom lightly landed on his raised palm, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties.Yinghuo Xingjun dissipated the celestial power condensed in his palms as if discouraged, and sat by the pool in a daze.

It's his own fault, even though he still doesn't want to admit it.But at this point, it is irreversible.He missed Jiang Bin's bitter tea very much, missed his meticulous care, missed his unavoidable eyes, and missed the unconventional intimacy between the two that Wang Xun repeatedly said.

But he also understands that there is no going back.

Ying Huo Xingjun wandered to Kaiyang Palace in a daze, but heard another voice inside: "Let me go back! My master can't find me, so I need to worry."

Yinghuo Xingjun was a little puzzled, and hid himself into the inner room, only to see a little Taoist priest sitting restrainedly kneeling opposite Wang Xun, staring at the teacup and hesitating.

Wang Xun smiled and said in a fairy-like manner, "Then give me a kiss."

The little Taoist was taken aback, he didn't expect the Taoist in front of him to say such shameless words, he knelt straight up, pointed at Wang Xun and stammered: "I...I...I was originally A person who cultivates the Tao...you...you...you are also a fairy..."

Wang Xun smiled and took a sip of tea: "Then I can't go back."

Yinghuo Xingjun had never seen such a rascal side of Wang Xun, so he deliberately knocked over the small incense burner on the side, and went around to wait for him in the courtyard.

A while later, Wang Xun came over, bowed respectfully and said: "Xiaoxian has a guest today, and I am far away to welcome you. I hope that the immortal will make amends."

Yinghuo Xingjun had guessed the identity of the little Taoist at this moment, and looked suspiciously at Wang Xun who was just molesting the little Taoist: "He doesn't remember you."

Wang Xun smiled, knowing what Yinghuo Xingjun wanted to say: "I couldn't remember him in every life before, and he had long forgotten the past, but just one glance, and he was forever. It doesn't matter if you remember it or not?"

Ying Huo Xingjun was taken aback, pondered for a moment and said: "Is this not wishful thinking?"

"But it's hard to disobey my original intention. I will guard him forever, even if things don't go my way, even if we get the same result by different routes."

Yinghuo Xingjun stared blankly at Wang Xun, who was in front of him with lowered eyebrows, and suddenly understood that everything went well for him for so many years, and he thought that he could do anything, but he was only afraid of losing everything if he followed his heart.And because of this, he will lose again and again.Wen Qu never left himself a retreat, although it was not difficult according to his scheming.

Now, the matter is a foregone conclusion, but if I don't seek perfection, but only seek the day and night, will I get a moment of peace?

On that day, the little Ying Huo Xingjun followed Jiang Bin who was going to teach in silence and went out.Wen Qu, who writes calligraphy and painting at home, seems to be sure that the current Yinghuo Xingjun will not make any trouble, and acquiesced in his following.

The sound of cicadas, the luxuriant branches and leaves.Ying Huo Xingjun, who had short legs and short feet, followed Jiang Bin's steps, and after a while he was panting and sweating profusely.Jiang Bin didn't look back, but slowed down his pace.

When we walked to the river, we found that the wooden bridge had already been flooded due to the heavy rain last night.Jiang Bin rolled up his trousers to test the depth of the water, and when he stepped on the board, the water just reached his knees.If he wanted to go there, there was nothing serious about it, but the small body behind him...

Yinghuo Xingjun was standing there hesitating, suddenly felt that most of the light was blocked, just as soon as he raised his head, his body lightened, and he was already a few feet off the ground.When he realized that he was held in Jiang Bin's arms, Yinghuo Xingjun's entire face turned red.He buried his head in that familiar breath, and the sound of wading in the water by his ears was like a small boat carrying them, wandering on the vast sea, under the heaven and earth, only each other was left, even if it was just a moment of warmth, it made him Thank you so much.

Yinghuo Xingjun secretly hoped that this period would never end, but he finally got ashore and was forced to leave his embrace.

Really asking for trouble, Ying Huo Xingjun, who was put back on the ground, lowered his eyes to see Jiang Bin carelessly put down the rolled up trousers, and untied a corner of the robe tied around his waist.

I was feeling sad, but I heard someone not far away said angrily: "Your words don't count!"

Looking up, he saw that it was a little Taoist priest, his handsome face was wrinkled with anger.

"What doesn't count? Didn't this let you come back?" Behind the little Taoist priest was a man with a good appearance, wearing a warrior's bunt, but with a refined smile on his face.

The little Taoist who was forced to give him a kiss on the cheek in the heaven was so angry that his lips trembled: "Then you...you...why are you still following me?"

"You have a fairy fate, and I will help you get the Tao as soon as possible."

"I... I... I have my own plan, don't bother Xianjun!"

"Oh——" the man nodded with a drawn out voice, and randomly took out the water bag from his waist, "Are you thirsty?"

Before the little Taoist could open his mouth, he saw him take a sip of water, then wrapped his arms around the little Taoist's waist, supported the back of his head, and fed him mouth to mouth.

The little Taoist was so frightened that he flopped, pushed and kicked for a long time, but he couldn't shake the man who treated him lightly.

Seeing this scene, Ying Huo Xingjun twitched the corner of his mouth. Who told him that "things backfired" and "same result by different paths", as if he was the most miserable idiot in the world, but in the end, didn't he chase his sweetheart and play tricks all the time?

Jiang Bin was much calmer, he pretended not to notice, straightened his clothes, and continued on his way.

But he didn't take a few steps, but was stopped by that frivolous little Taoist man: "Jiang Bin, I'm here to find you for a drink."

Jiang Bin kicked the man's trouser leg mercilessly: "Get lost."

The man let out an ouch, but he was very happy. He led the reluctant Taoist priest and talked all the way behind Jiang Bin.What nine-section whip, lamb wine, sister-in-law and nephew, and the debts he owed him.

Whether it is still clear, or not clear, is no longer counted.

The scorching sun reflected the half-truth, half-false, shameless "confidant words", gradually melting the frost on someone's face that lasted for a long time.