The Road to Peach Blossoms

But it is said that in the seventh year of Jinli:

On the surface, the Forbidden City is calm and peaceful, but in fact, behind the scenes that the common people cannot see, Emperor Jin has secretly launched an operation to strangle the Supreme Emperor, which is as fast as thunder.

The Supreme Emperor retreated every day, and his staff members died and scattered.

In Yongning Palace:

Bei Chenjin was dressed in splendid attire, a dragon robe painted in gold in Chinese ink, and a high crown of purple jade.

"Father, there is no way for you to retreat. This time, I will send you to the west, or father, please hurry up. Here is a three-foot white silk and a cup of poisonous wine. You make your choice."

Bei Chenyin is not surprised that he will have today, he knows what kind of virtue he has, they know each other well, know that thorns and poisonous weeds have already spread in each other's heart, and the darkness is too dark to see the light.

but--

"Aren't you afraid that Jue'er will hate you when she comes back?"

Peach Blossom Eyes were flowing, and Bei Chenyin did not feel the slightest despair of being forced to a dead end.

Squinting her phoenix eyes slightly, Bei Chenjin saw the white hair on his sideburns, and smiled half-smile: "Father, you are old, so I don't need you to worry about it. I only dare to do it when Jue'er is away. After all, It is not good for me to let Jue Er see too many images of me killing people. You can go there without worry, your old ministers, such as Gu Lian and Chu An, I will send them to hell soon, so that you monarchs and ministers can be reunited."

As soon as he waved his hand, a eunuch brought a three-foot white silk and a glass of poisonous wine.

"Jue'er is entrusted to your protection." Bei Chenyin said no more, raised his glass and drank it down.

After that, the cup fell to the ground, the jade was broken and the beads were broken; the face was like Shunhua, and the youth was scattered.

In the chaos, he felt that his soul had been pulled out of his body, all the way west.When Bei Chenyin regained consciousness, his sight and limbs felt very different from before.

He became a thousand-mile snow dragon horse, which he gave to Bei Chenjue when he personally watched him leave.

Bei Chenyin got a white dewdrop before, he traded with it, poured blood and essence all over his body, and only wished to be with him day and night, inseparable.In the future, he gradually became dizzy, haggard and aging, and when Bei Chenjin was killed, his loyal old department and aides were all anxious, but he was in a trance all day long and didn't want to resist.

The old department sighed, handed over the black yarn and flew away; the staff were disappointed, rolled up their clothes and flew away.

But he got what he wanted, isn't the person sitting on his back now the person he misses so much?

"When you were young, you wanted to get on a horse, but I was afraid of its danger, so I pretended to be a horse to have fun with you; now that you have grown up, I will also be a cow and a horse, and accompany you across thousands of mountains and rivers."

Bei Chenyin was also a father-killer, and even before he died, his proud father was still holding a bead; before that, he occasionally saw his father caressing the magnificent and delicate ink bead with a tranced expression. .

Now that he is the emperor, he takes it as his own and knows its charm.

Human beings, even in the dark, yearn for light and warmth.

Bei Chenyin put it in a brocade box and observed it every day; made it into a necklace and hung it around his neck, but he still felt that it was not enough, it was still not enough, he held it in the water for fear of falling, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting. I am afraid of losing it in my eyes, afraid of losing it in my arms, afraid of breaking it in my fists.Walking, sitting, lying down, eating and drinking, all of them carry the Xuanjue Pearl and caress them all the time.

What he didn't know was that the bewildered appearance was exactly the same as his father.

But one day, the Xuanjue Pearl suddenly disappeared.

Bei Chenyin turned pale with shock, her heart was filled with panic.In the past few days, the sage in the eyes of the common people, the wise king in the hearts of loyal ministers, suddenly changed his appearance, ignoring political affairs, moody, violent, restless and insane, and he was actually the same as the Dongfang of Qinglong Kingdom.

But when the Ninth Prince was born a few days later, it stopped abruptly.

According to historical records: At the first birth of the Ninth Prince, the purple air rose eastward, shrouded in auspicious clouds, and Emperor Yin's face was filled with joy. The previous decadence was swept away, and he held the baby without letting go. Immediately, he ordered the whole world to celebrate and amnesty the world.

According to the recollection of the veterans back then, they saw a strong paternal love in the eyes of the Holy One.

The soldiers and civilians had different opinions, and they all said that the nine princes were not simple, they were loved by the emperor, and even though the mother and concubine were not around, they would definitely be great in the future.Therefore, it became famous all over the world.

With just one glance, Bei Chenyin recognized that little baby as the treasure in his heart.

The baby heard his wish and turned into a human——

That is the common wish and aspiration of all the emperors of Xuanwu Kingdom. I am so fortunate to see you born, to accompany you, and to protect you as you grow up.

Although it is a bit different from his expected identity, no one knows the joy in his heart: I only care about three people in this world, you, you, and you.I only wish to pluck all the stars and moonstones from the sky, and give you everything you want as a gift.

I stand behind you and look at each other. I only wish you a safe life and nothing to worry about.

But that night, after Nangong Liushang sent Bei Chenjue away, he faced thousands of troops alone——

On the opposite side, the flames reflected the sky, brightly lit and extinguished, and densely packed soldiers of gold and iron were lined up; all around, troops were mobilized, soldiers were ordered, and armored soldiers were distributed all over the mountains and plains.

"Master Suzaku, you are courting death!"

The generals and soldiers divided up the troops, let out the general on the tall horse, wearing a cooked steel lion helmet, a bunch of red tassels on the back of his head, a pair of armor made of iron leaves, and a golden battle ax in his hand. Pointing at Nangong Liushang, he shouted loudly.

It was Ron who had arrived!

Nangong Liushang was not stunned, not afraid at all. He set up the heavy phoenix-tailed guqin and placed the jade stool made of colored glass. , casually raised his fingers to stir up the strings.

Like horns contending, the sound of horns is mighty, stirring up the situation and changing colors; like a cliff turning a stone, it blew thousands of miles away, overwhelming mountains and seas.The sound of the zither is mixed with strength, and the sound blade is transformed into an invisible. For a moment, the mountains and rivers are swallowed up, and the earth shakes.

Everyone turned pale with shock, their ears were filled with the sound of gold, stone and jade, as if they were hit by thousands of hammers, like knives and worms. The eardrums of both ears were so painful that they all curled up and fell to the ground, covering their ears and screaming hoarsely.

That Ron En was shaking on the horse, even though he covered his ears with cloth cotton, his face showed pain.

Nangong Liushang seems to be in the land of no one, with his slender and slender fingers nimbly plucking and flicking on the strings, unaffected by the cries of ghosts and wolves.There are poems to prove it, as if: Sitting alone in a secluded grove, playing the piano and screaming again; people in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine.

It's just the same strategy, the White Tiger Army will definitely not return without success.

After a while, the sound of golden bells, gongs and drums rose to the sky from among the enemy troops. Many drummers spread out their positions and played the sound of gold and iron with all their strength: dong dong dong!clang clang clang!Chachacha!Bang Bang Bang!bang bang bang!Although the golden drum is deafening, piercing clouds and cracking rocks, it also vibrates the forest trees with its own sound, overwhelming the guests.

Huge sound waves spread out and collided with the sound of the piano, sending out invisible ripples in the air.

Even though the many drummers did not have the attainments of the national teachers, they gathered their own true energy and music, but the loud gongs and drums could overwhelm the momentum of the opposite party.The white tiger soldier felt better, the pain lessened, and he stopped crying, but he still couldn't fight.

Nangong Liushang still ignored it, and jumped on the strings with both hands, causing blood to splash from his fingertips, staining the tense strings red; he played until the strings broke, until his heart was exhausted.He put aside his beloved guqin, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and stood up straight, holding the silver needles between his ten fingers under the sleeves, listening to the sound, he flicked them away.

The white tiger army didn't notice for a while, and many of them fell down.

But soon, the well-trained soldiers moved to form a protective formation. The first row was next to the animal-faced shields, and the silver needles that came next were all broken, bounced back, and fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Nangong Liushang knew that the silver needle was no longer working, so he untied the sword wrapped in red silk cloth at his waist like a rice dumpling, peeled off layer by layer, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and revealed the real body of the sword. Snow, the hilt of the sword was like ink, and the green blood sword reappeared in the sky, making a buzzing sound.Ever since he watched Bei Chenjue disappear in a puff of smoke that day, he never used this sword again.

However, there is no weapon in hand at present, it is right for that person to let the sword see the sky again!

It was never Jade Blood Sword who was wrong, but him.

Holding his sword in front of him, he said: "With me here, none of you would have thought about it. With me for an hour, he must be safe."

Ron En sneered: "You don't need to worry about that! We have sent another wave of people to intercept and kill, and I think the little disaster star is decapitated now!"

"No." Nangong Liushang stroked his sword and smiled lightly, "There are people around him to protect him, all I did was stop you for a while."

"You don't know anything!" Ron En was furious, "You are a blind man, why are you here to cause trouble! There was no reason to attack your Suzaku Kingdom, but now you have bumped into it. It turns out that it is the regent who was attacked by your Suzaku kingdom King, it made him unconscious. There is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it. Today next year will be the day of your death."

Aiming at Nangong Liushang's heart, he swung the battle ax in his hand round and threw it out.

The sound of the drum music continued, and his body was exhausted. Nangong Liushang's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. Although he could hear the sound of the wind, his body was already sluggish and he couldn't dodge it. He felt a sharp pain in his left arm. A piece of it was cut, and the blood flowed profusely. When I touched it with my hand, it was full of blood.

This arm is probably useless, Nangong Liushang thought.

Ron En waved his hand at the soldiers and made a gesture. The White Tiger Army under his command immediately understood and took orders to change their formation. The shield army retreated, and the soldiers in the back row moved forward. Cloth and gasoline, and another person raised the torch in his hand to light the fire, only to hear an order, and they all sent out.

Because the tip of the arrow is made of iron stone, it is called Ishimitsu Yosho.

The sparks are dotted on the leaves and fallen wood in the forest, crackling and burning; there are also sparks on Nangong Liushang's clothes, which are made of silk chiffon dyed with vermilion paint, and the wind helps the fire , engulfed the whole person at that time.

That kind of burning pain is a pain that erodes the bone and gouges the heart.

Maybe it was excruciating pain, or maybe it was dying, Nangong Liuzhang suddenly shed two lines of clear tears.

I'm sorry, Jue'er, I can't keep my promise and come back to you.

However, before I die, it's great to be attached to you.

God, in my whole life I look up to the sky, my house is not ashamed of the earth, I worship the gods, pray to the gods, ask the gods for divination, benefit the people, and are loved by the people, but I am only ashamed of two people.One is the teacher who was kind to him, taught him earnestly, and protected his innocence, kindness, sincerity and nature in childhood, and the other is his sweetheart who insisted on acting recklessly and indirectly killed him.

That kind of pain tormented him for more than ten years. He personally killed the former for the sake of the latter. God knew and took away his pair of eyesight.

However, the only thing he wants to lose is the eyes, even if he has no sense of smell or taste, he doesn't want to lose the color of that person in his eyes.

What I owed you is finally paid off now; in the next life, please treat me sincerely!

The big fire was strange to say, seeing the big fire burning fiercely, it was as hot as golden, spreading to the mountains and plains, all the trees in the mountains were covered with a puff of smoke, the white tiger soldiers couldn't stand it anymore, led by Ron En and hurriedly retreated up.In the end, there was no stopping, only the ashes and a dull and dusty sword remained.

A mass of red light emerged from the white ashes and went straight to the sky.

In the night sky, the moon and stars are rare, and a red star shines for a while.

The Suzaku astrology returns.

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Here is Daifa Jun:

Because the author will go to the clinic in the next two weeks, he has to get up at five o'clock and come back at night, and the learning tasks are indeed numerous and not easy, and the manuscript has already bottomed out, in order to avoid weekly updates and so on. , so the update time has been changed to every two days, and if time is really spare, I will work very hard to update.I hope everyone can understand!