Movie Emperor and Monster Traitor

These four short words sounded like thunder in Jiang Bing's ears, and he almost tremblingly asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Hua didn't answer directly, he turned his head suddenly and looked at the turbulent water waves under his feet, his voice didn't fluctuate much, he just stated the past thousands of years ago lightly.

In the noisy bazaar, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Under the exclamation, there was a mess of horseshoes.

Pedestrians hurriedly dodged to the sides. A young man dressed in fancy clothes and riding a tall horse was galloping in the downtown area, arrogant and domineering.

Unavoidably, some people commented a few words behind him: "Who is this? How dare you ride a horse in the downtown area, is there any law for you!"

The person next to him kindly reminded: "Keep your voice down, this is the eldest son of the Jiang family, the famous Jiang Yunhuan."

"Jiang Yunhuan?!" As soon as this name was mentioned, the tone of the angry person suddenly became terrified, with disbelief from the bottom of his heart: "He is the Jiang Yunhuan who led the troops to repel the invasion of Chu State not long ago? !"

"Exactly." The well-meaning man replied: "He is in charge of the army, a real young hero, and he has a very close personal relationship with our Crown Prince. If you don't want to cause trouble, don't talk about him in public."

Those who were talking about Jiang Yunhuan just now stopped talking.Whether it was the Jiang family or Jiang Yunhuan himself, he couldn't afford to offend him. The Jiang family was a hereditary title after the founding heroes of the Shu Kingdom.

And Jiang Yunhuan is the most outstanding descendant of the Jiang family in all dynasties. It is said that he is not only good at the art of war, but also worships some Taoist master as his teacher, and possesses the profound art of subduing demons.

Such a proud son of heaven is nothing more than riding a horse in a busy market.

Hearing that His Majesty's health in the palace is deteriorating, the Crown Prince will soon ascend the throne. At that time, Jiang Yunhuan, who has been a good friend of the Prince's since childhood, will also become the new emperor's confidant.

Such a person, who dares to say that he is not?

From the common people to the dignitaries in Beijing, no one dared to comment on Jiang Yunhuan's behavior.

The common people can't afford to offend him, the rich and powerful, they don't want to offend him.

It's not that they can't afford to offend. Although Jiang Yunhuan is a popular person in front of the prince, he has no other position except for the official position of a general.The title is still in the hands of his father, and his father is still here, so he is naturally just an ordinary sixth-rank military officer.

However, instead of offending him, it is better to think about how to marry his daughter to him. Although this handsome young man with both civil and military skills is already eighteen, he has not yet married a wife.

If you can marry him, it will be a great thing for all kinds of forces in the court.

Therefore, Jiang Yunhuan became more arrogant, and almost no one sang against him in front of him.

He rode a fast horse to a restaurant in the middle of the capital. In fact, although he was a bit more publicity, he was not as domineering as others thought.

He rode his horse in the city, just to keep an appointment on time.

A gentleman promises a thousand gold, and he claims that even if he is not as good as the saints in ancient times, he must be a gentleman with both ability and political integrity.So he always took his promise very seriously, and he promised to be on time for the appointment, so he must be on time.

It was only because of a little accident when setting off that he was delayed for a while, so he had no choice but to gallop his horse in the busy market.

Jiang Yunhuan dismounted from his horse and ran up to the restaurant without stopping. He opened the door of the private room and smiled at his friend sitting at the tea table inside: "It can be regarded as catching up, Yongchang."

Yongchang is the name of the current prince, and the person holding the teacup at the tea table is exactly the prince who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

When meeting the prince, Jiang Yunhuan didn't salute. He walked directly to the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea casually, and poured it down.

Along the way, I was really thirsty.

Seeing him like this, Li Yongchang teased: "I don't know who it is. I heard your horse's hooves from a distance upstairs when there was such a big commotion. Feelings are our generals, and you are not afraid of being hurt." people."

Jiang Yunhuan finished drinking the water and sat down beside Li Yongchang. He said firmly, "No, my riding skills will never hurt anyone."

There are always accidents in everything, but he is so confident, so confident that he is a little conceited.

Li Yongchang shook his head, he was used to it, his friend has always been like this, and he didn't bother to persuade him to put down his edge.

"What experience do you have outside the Great Wall?" Li Yongchang asked again.

This was the second time the two met after Jiang Yunhuan returned with his troops.The first time was in the court hall, Jiang Yunhuan accepted His Majesty's award, and this time they met in private, the two had the opportunity to talk like before.

"Poor mountains and bad waters, what is there to say?" Jiang Yunhuan thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Those Chu people are so useless. They wanted to occupy our land, but I laid down a city instead."

"I set fire to their whole city, and the family of the general of Chu State seemed to be in the city too. After his death, he was filled with resentment, and even became a ghost. He wanted to seek revenge from me, and he overestimated his capabilities." Jiang Yunhuan said. Then he took out a small bottle, uncorked it, and put it in Li Yongchang's ear.

Li Yongchang leaned back quickly, and he heard a sharp howl from the mouth of the bottle, like a human and a ghost.

Jiang Yunhuan ostentatiously raised the bottle in his hand: "I have taken his soul." When he talked about his deeds of setting fire to the city, he was proud and without guilt from beginning to end.

What he killed were people from the state of Chu. People from the state of Chu were the same as slaves and could be slaughtered at will. He didn't feel any guilt.

As the prince of Shu, Li Yongchang grew up in the same environment as Jiang Yunhuan. He had the same thoughts as Jiang Yunhuan. He was only from Chu, and he died when he died.

However, he disagreed with the fact that Jiang Yunhuan put the soul of the Chu general in a bottle and brought it back: "Why do you carry everything with you, this ghost is no fun."

Jiang Yunhuan stuffed the bottle and put it back in his sleeve robe. He waved his hand: "Spirits are rare, so I'll keep it for now. Maybe someday I will use it when I arrange some formation."

"By the way, speaking of these ghosts, I didn't see much other than monsters during my march this time. You have never been out of the capital, so you don't know how chaotic it is outside."

Jiang Yunhuan went on and on: "I passed through many villages. As soon as night fell, the doors of every house were closed and they dared not go out. Monsters walked in the village swaggeringly, sniffing fresh air through the door panels, and directly Breaking in and eating the whole family."

"These ghosts are so rampant!" Hearing this, Li Yongchang patted the table vigorously, and the teacup was shaken by his slap.

Jiang Yunhuan sighed: "The eight demon kings occupy all directions, and it is because of their support that these little demons under them are so rampant."

Li Yongchang also sighed: "Internal and external troubles. My father has become so ill, and he still has to listen to bad news from the government every day."

"What bad news?" Jiang Yunhuan asked, not long after he returned to Beijing, he didn't know much about the situation between North Korea and China.

"Floods in the Yangtze River broke the embankment again this year. People along the river were displaced and suffered heavy casualties. Although the treasury still has some money and food, it cannot withstand such a toss. The Yangtze River embankment is repaired every year and collapses every year. If it is better, it will last for three to five years. If it gets worse, it won't last a year." Li Yongchang looked out the window with lingering worry on his brow.

In name, he is still the prince, but because of the emperor's health, most of the government affairs have actually been handed over to him, and the flood in the Yangtze River is mainly handled by him, and he is devastated watching all kinds of memorials.

But after looking through the memorials piled up on the table, there was no good solution.

Jiang Yunhuan didn't speak, he only learned the art of war and Taoism, he didn't know how to control the flood, and he didn't know how to solve the flood.

"Yun Huan, my father's health is about to fail. It is estimated that I will officially ascend the throne in one month." Li Yongchang said suddenly.

Jiang Yunhuan raised his head in surprise: "So fast."

Li Yongchang nodded heavily, and he continued: "I used to tell you that I want to be a wise king who creates a prosperous world, not to mention Qin Huang Han Wu, but also to emulate the predecessors."

"But... right now, I see that the whole country is full of devastation. Years of floods, the treasury is becoming more and more empty, and the demons and ghosts are making troubles again. I really don't know how to create this prosperous world."

His tone was a little sad. As a prince, and even soon the emperor, in order to convince his courtiers, he had always presented a wise and decisive image to the outside world, but he was only willing to confide his inner confusion in front of this friend he had known since childhood. up.

Jiang Yunhuan remained silent. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Li Yongchang and said, "To create a prosperous world, it is difficult to say, but it is easy to say, but in fact it is just to solve two things."

He raised two fingers: "These two incidents are two major scourges, one is the flood of the Yangtze River, and the other is the Eight Demon Kings. As long as the two major scourges are resolved, the world will naturally be peaceful."

"You're right, but how can these two major disasters be solved so easily? When it comes to flattery, the ministers in the court are better than the other, but let them solve the flood, and they all pretended to be dumb." Li Yongchang Worry undiminished.

Jiang Yunhuan raised his eyebrows suddenly: "It's not difficult, it's just the Yangtze River floods. I will retreat today when I go back, and study the methods of the predecessors to control the water. After you ascend the throne, I will be the admiral of the water department. I will help you cure the Yangtze River floods first." , to ensure that the Yangtze River will never be disturbed, and then lead troops to subdue the Eight Demon Kings!"

He uttered wild words, obviously he didn't know anything about water control, but he opened his mouth to cure the flood, and even to subdue the demon king who caused disasters in all directions.

Li Yongchang smiled, Jiang Yunhuan has always been like this, although he is arrogant, but every time he says, he will definitely do it.

Li Yongchang patted down the table again, and promised with a smile: "I will follow you! You must do what you say!"

"That's natural." Jiang Yunhuan agreed confidently.

After the small gathering in the tea house, Li Yongchang continued to go to the palace to handle government affairs, and Jiang Yunhuan, as he said, stayed behind closed doors. He searched the books and experience of previous generations on water control to find a way to cure the flood.

A month later, the emperor died.

No one was surprised, the emperor's body was getting worse day by day, it was only a matter of time.

The funeral ceremony was prepared early, and at the same time, there was also the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor.

At the enthronement ceremony, the new emperor issued the first imperial decree, appointing Jiang Yunhuan as the admiral of the water department, in charge of the water affairs of the Yangtze River, and allowed him not to bow down when he met the saint.

As soon as he said a word, the audience was in an uproar.

Although everyone knew that the two people who had studied together since they were young had a good friendship, they never expected that they would be so good that they would even be exempted from the ritual of bowing down. This is an unprecedented honor.

For a while, in Beijing, Jiang Yunhuan's limelight was the same.

All forces are paying close attention to his words and deeds, using Jiang Yunhuan's attitude to figure out what the new emperor means.

Jiang Yunhuan turned a blind eye to the surveillance hidden in various places. He held a banquet in the best restaurant in Beijing, with delicious wine and delicacies, covering the tables.

Now that he has received the official post of Admiral of the Water Division, he will naturally set off to control the water along the Yangtze River.

During the banquet, no matter how the usual relationship is, even the unfamiliar face Jiang Yunhuan barely recognizes from afar, he still has to come up to toast him a few glasses of wine.

He is the hottest favorite in the capital, and everyone wants to curry favor with him.

Jiang Yunhuan never refused anyone who came, his face was flushed from drinking, and he seemed to be drunk, so someone with ulterior motives came up to him and asked him, what's your majesty doing recently?

The new emperor's accession to the throne was naturally accompanied by a major reshuffle of the court.Those courtiers who were valued by the former emperor may not be valued by the new emperor. They were anxious and wanted to pry Jiang Yunhuan out of his mouth and listen to the news.

As a result, Jiang Yunhuan propped his chin and looked at the person who asked him the question with a half-smile.

The person who asked the question said the question in a convoluted manner. Jiang Yunhuan, a drunk, would not think too much about it, so he should blurt it out.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunhuan had such a sarcastic expression, the person who asked the question realized that although Jiang Yunhuan's face was flushed, his eyes were still clear.

After a banquet, the people with ulterior motives found nothing.I don't know what the new admiral of the water division is capable of, but it is indeed massive.

And especially arrogant.

Arrogance is everyone's impression of Jiang Yunhuan after this banquet.

Jiang Yunhuan drank a lot of wine, although he was not drunk, but he was still a little tipsy. He took advantage of the drunkenness and said two bold words in public: "Your Majesty treats me well, and I can't repay you. I can only do my best to help you. His Majesty solves problems."

He held the jug in one hand, and raised two fingers in the other hand: "I want to solve the two major disasters in the world for your majesty, one is the flood of the Yangtze River, and the other is the eight demon kings. The Eight Demon Kings!"

Everyone at the banquet applauded in unison, but in private, only I knew what I thought.

There were not a few people who went home that night and closed the door to point and point Jiang Yunhuan.

Jiang Yunhuan was young and frivolous, and he uttered wild words. He opened his mouth to cure the floods in the Yangtze River and subdue the Eight Demon Kings.

Really, Zhu Zi didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. The Yangtze River has been flooded for thousands of years. Since the birth of the Chinese civilization that lives on water, it has never stopped. He is an ordinary person, and he wants to cure the flood?

Besides, the eight demon kings are not easy to get along with each other. They have great supernatural powers, and the monster world is unpredictable. Otherwise, how could people allow them to occupy all directions?Lead troops early to kill them.

Jiang Yunhuan's two bold words are nothing short of fool's dream!

While criticizing Jiang Yunhuan in private, everyone waited to see Jiang Yunhuan's jokes.

When Jiang Yunhuan left Beijing, the emperor led the team, and all the civil and military officials came to see him off. The guard of honor stood all over the street, and everyone wanted to make a big show.

The officials who saw him off were all smiling, and Jiang Yunhuan was also smiling. He was very confident in his trip.

He bowed to the emperor and said, "The shortest is three years, and the longest is five years. I will definitely solve the flood in the Yangtze River!"

The emperor responded with a smile: "Okay! With your promise, I will be at ease."

In the friendly send-off team, after Jiang Yunhuan walked away, someone said in a low voice: "Three to five years? Haha, I'll just wait and see, will Jiang Yunhuan have the face to come back after three to five years!"

The people around laughed mockingly.

Although Jiang Yunhuan is good at the art of war, he is still too tender for an official.

The new emperor came to the throne, and instead of relying on his friendship with the new emperor to control the government, he even took the initiative to ask for a transfer and sent it out to control the flood.

Flood control is not a beautiful thing. The river water cannot be stopped by humans. If the weather is not good and the rain is stronger, no matter how much effort you spend on repairing the embankment, it will be washed away by you.

At that time, the emperor will not care about these things, and will only ask the admiral of the water department in charge of water affairs to question the crime.

And now that Jiang Yunhuan left, he would no longer be able to intervene in Beijing and China's government affairs, and everyone gradually forgot him. Even if anyone remembered him, they were waiting to see Jiang Yunhuan lose his mind after failing to control the water.

What a ridiculous joke that the once proud man of heaven has turned into a waste who can only talk big.

Five years are fleeting.

Jiang Yunhuan hasn't had a good life in the past five years. As everyone expected, he encountered unprecedented setbacks.

In the first year of flood control, he confidently imitated the previous method of water control and built a dam. As a result, it was just summer and the flood season came, and it was washed away when he didn't expect it.

When the dam was built, he once boasted that he went down to Haikou and promised the people on both sides of the strait that the river would never flood.

As a result, within a year, the river flooded the villages along the bank, and the villagers hid on the roofs, looking at their destroyed food and livestock, howling hoarsely.

The crying was so loud that Jiang Yunhuan, who was standing on the high slope and looking at the vast ocean, was almost unsteady.

He has always been smooth sailing, and he learns everything faster than others. Whether it is the gentleman who taught him how to form an army, or the teacher who taught him mystical arts, they all say that he is an unborn genius.

He felt the same way, that he should be omnipotent.

But the reality gave him a resounding slap, he was not omnipotent, he failed.

Jiang Yunhuan clenched his fists with five fingers. The news of his failure in the first year spread to Beijing. Many people who had disliked him for a long time immediately wrote a book to refer to him, asking the emperor to punish Jiang Yunhuan.

Faced with these memorials, the emperor did not approve. He defended Jiang Yunhuan in front of his officials and wrote a letter in private to comfort him.

Now that the emperor had expressed his attitude, the rest of the ministers who wanted to follow suit and join Jiang Yunhuan immediately stopped. The emperor didn't want to punish Jiang Yunhuan for his crimes, so it would be useless for them to participate, so it's better to follow His Majesty's wishes.

So the court was quiet for a while, and no one said anything wrong about Jiang Yunhuan in public, but the ridicule and jokes in private, intentionally or unintentionally, reached Jiang Yunhuan's ears.

At first, Jiang Yunhuan was so angry that he wanted to rush back to the capital and teach those gossiping people to look good.

But after the impulse, he silently endured it.

He did fail, others laughed at him, and he had no reason to refute.

If you want to straighten your back and return to Beijing, you can only truly cure the flood.

Therefore, after a period of depression, he retreated again, read at night by lamplight, and rummaged through all kinds of lonely books, looking for a way to control the water.

Not only that, but he also lowered his figure and went to consult various craftsmen with low status, asking them about embankment construction.

After two years of precipitation, after many researches, he designed a thousand-mile embankment.

When the construction officially started, he personally went to the site to supervise, and the food and accommodation were not much better than those of the river workers.The former noble son of the capital is now wearing a coarse linen shirt.

The flamboyance between his brows is no longer, not because his innate arrogance has been smoothed out, but because he has become more restrained, holding back his breath and wanting to prove it to others.

Another two years, five years of flood control.

The young man who was once in his prime is already in his twenties.

Busy with flood control, Jiang Yunhuan was still unmoved even though his parents urged him to get married in letters. He ran around the river bank every day, so how could he have the time to marry?

If he wanted to marry, he would have to marry again when he returned to Beijing in a prosperous manner. Jiang Yunhuan prevaricated with various reasons, but at least it dragged on until the embankment was completed.

On the day when the work was completed, he felt elated and squatted down to touch the rock-solid embankment, almost unable to put it down.

Using the pretext of supervision, he invited a group of experienced water officials to inspect the embankment, saying that they were monitoring the quality of the embankment, but in fact it was to show off.

Jiang Yunhuan is very confident in the river embankment he built for the second time. He has put so much effort into it, so he naturally wants to be affirmed.

It's better to boast a little more, and spread the news to the capital, so that the group of people who said bad things about him know that Jiang Yunhuan is coming back, with a thousand years of achievements that no one has ever seen before.

As a result, Jiang Yunhuan almost stayed where he was when he was patrolling the embankment.

The official did give him affirmation: "Yes, with this embankment, the Yangtze River will not flood within three years."

Jiang Yunhuan didn't dare to say anything: "Three years?"

The official stroked his beard and saw that he seemed to have been hit, so he tactfully comforted him: "Four or five years should be fine."

"Four or five years?" Jiang Yunhuan was not satisfied. He had worked hard for so long and put so much effort into the river bank, but in the end, could he only last four or five years?

The official thought about it: "When manpower is exhausted, but the river is surging and flowing, no matter how strong the embankment is, it can't stop it. It is impossible for ordinary people to completely cure the flood."

Jiang Yunhuan was completely stunned. Others wanted to comfort him, but he only waved his hand to let the group of people leave.

He stood alone on the embankment, watching the rolling Yangtze River pass by, the river water hit the dam, and the embankment poured with sand did not appear to be loose at all.

But the flow of water is pervasive and does not stop for a moment.Under the erosion of the river day and night, no matter how strong the dam is, it will collapse.

There is nothing eternal in this world. It is ridiculous that he wants to cure the floods of the Yangtze River.

It was only at this moment that Jiang Yunhuan realized his arrogance back then.He vainly wanted to solve the world's two major scourges, but he couldn't even solve the first one.

However, the big talk was out. Three years later, the embankment burst. What face would he have to return to Beijing?

The more Jiang Yunhuan thought about it, the more disappointed he became, and he almost had the idea of ​​throwing himself into the river.

He stood on the edge of the embankment, and the rising waves splashed his face, and the coolness made him tremble.

He suddenly thought of what the official said, "The power of mortals is beyond reach". The lifespan of mortals is only a hundred years, and the things created always have a beginning and an end, but in this world, is there really no eternal thing?

As a son of a nobleman, he also participated in the sacred ceremony held by the royal family every year. Although he didn't participate in the past five years because of water regulation outside, he was very familiar with this ceremony.

They offered tribute to the legendary omnipotent gods, including pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, as well as slaves, praying for good weather and peace for the country and the people.

Although the gods have never responded to the worshipers, people still offer sacrifices every year, from Jiang Yunhuan's childhood to the present, and it has never stopped.

The ancestors have been offering sacrifices for hundreds of years, and what so many people do can't be fake.Besides, there are demons and ghosts in this world, so naturally there should be gods.

Even though Jiang Yunhuan has never seen a miracle, he firmly believes that God must exist.

God has never responded to human beings. Presumably, human beings are not pious enough to pass their voices to the ears of gods.

And in this world, if there is one thing that is as eternal as the sun, moon, heaven and earth, it can only be an immortal god.

The more Jiang Yunhuan thought about it, the more he felt right. He felt that he had gone the wrong way from the beginning. It is impossible to cure the water of the Yangtze River by manpower. The water of the Yangtze River.

He suddenly ran up from the embankment, with no image, like crazy.

He didn't stop for a moment, and immediately drove back to Beijing. After writing the embankment he had built as a memorial to the emperor, he wrote another letter of resignation.

The emperor did not agree. He has been on the throne for five years, and he has been working hard every day. There is not a single competent minister in the court. None of my own opinions.

He comforted Jiang Yunhuan: "I know what you think, you have actually done a good job, the embankment you built is better than everyone else before."

"Besides, I really need you to come back and help with government affairs, Yun Huan, please stay." The emperor said earnestly.

However, Jiang Yunhuan was not persuaded, he still insisted on leaving.

The emperor didn't blame him for his failure, but he couldn't pass his own test. Just imagining how those people in Beijing would laugh at him behind his back was hard for him to accept.

The water of the Yangtze River has become his obsession, and the sound of water waves echoes in his dreams day and night. No matter what, he must find a real way to control the water.

He comes and goes in a hurry.

Only a few days after returning to Beijing, he set off again.

His parents were very angry with his behavior. Back then, Jiang Yunhuan's initiative to be transferred to control the water was already objected to by his family. Who would have thought that in the past five years, not only did he not temper his temper, but he even went crazy.

What to say to find the gods, there are not a few emperors in ancient times who searched for alchemy, but the emperors poured all their efforts to find them, and have they ever seen any miracles?It's just a trick of the wandering warlock.

Jiang Yunhuan's water treatment has become the funniest joke in the past few years in Beijing, and he has no shame in running to find some gods.

Jiang Yunhuan's father said harsh words angrily, if Jiang Yunhuan insisted on leaving, he would sever the father-son relationship with him.

No matter what, Jiang Yunhuan's character was as stubborn as his father's, so he left without hesitation.

After telling a joke for five years, everyone got tired of it.Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunhuan rushed to deliver a new joke.

Everyone sighed that such a young man with a bright future had ruined himself like this.

He had a great victory in the first battle, his martial arts, talents and learning were unparalleled in the world, he was supposed to be a Marquis and Prime Minister, but because of that big talk, he ended up like this.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to repent, and became more and more crazy.

Yes, madman, actually going to find some god, hoping that the god will give him the method of suppressing water, this kind of idea, isn't only a madman can think of it.

Although everyone followed the royal family to worship the gods every year, not many people really believed in the gods, they just regarded it as a custom.

That is Jiang Yunhuan, who regards the illusory god as a life-saving straw, and won't let go after grabbing it.

After Jiang Yunhuan left Beijing, he ate and slept in the open. He inquired about all kinds of rumors. No matter how outrageous, he would go to the place where the rumors were said to have miracles.

He walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, and searched for misty miracles in places where mountains and rivers are exhausted and where life is extinct.

For three years, he got nothing.

This year, he was 26.

It was a year he will never forget.

Blessings and misfortunes never come singly. This year, the levee he built was exactly as the official had predicted, but it collapsed after resisting the river for three years.

The river that had accumulated for three years broke its embankment in one move, and countless people were killed and injured on both sides of the river. Floating corpses floated on the river, and the stench was suffocating.

This was not enough. Along with the news of the dike breaking, Jiang Yunhuan also heard the news of the death of his parents.

His father suffered a sudden illness and passed away a month ago, and his mother also passed away because of excessive grief.

And Jiang Yunhuan was traveling abroad, and only heard the news after a month, and he didn't even catch up with the funeral.

He said to sever the relationship between father and son, but in fact, in the past three years outside, Jiang Yunhuan also regretted it from time to time.

He searched again and again, failed again and again, and when he was lost, there was always a little confusion in his heart.

Everyone said he was crazy, and he gradually felt so.Are there really no miracles in this world?What he was looking for was nothing but nothing.

He began to think, is there any way for him to find an excuse to go back?

In the end, he heard such bad news before he could think of an excuse.

That night, Jiang Yunhuan lit a bonfire in the wild alone, and sat in front of the bonfire with his legs in a daze.

Although the funeral was not in time, as the eldest son, he should go back to honor his parents, and he should inherit the Jiang family's title and family business.

But can he really just go back like this?

He thought of his glamorous first 18 years, who in Beijing and China would not say a word about him being a hero?Thinking of the eight years I have been so far, the difference is huge.

He suddenly buried his face in his knees, and let out a low cry in this wild, deserted place.

He turned the grief of his parents' death and the resentment for his failure to achieve anything into cries, and vented to his heart's content tonight.

After crying, he wiped his face clean, put out the fire, and set off again against the moonlight.

But it is not the direction of returning to Beijing.

Are there really gods in this world?

Jiang Yunhuan firmly believes that it must exist.

He could not doubt, nor did he dare to doubt.

There is only one way to reverse his miserable life.

God is his last hope, the life-saving straw that hangs on him to continue living.

He continued to walk, and he saw that the river was flooding and the people were in dire straits.

The floods submerged the crops, and the people who managed to survive in the river were faced with the predicament of starving to death in a blink of an eye.

The bark and grass roots were all eaten up, and in the end, they had to eat people.

Changing offspring to eat is cruel like a demon.

But Jiang Yunhuan couldn't blame these people. If it wasn't for his failure, why would these people be here.

Without saying a word, he walked forward alone.

He also saw the god-sacrificing ceremony held by the people themselves. People pushed the most beautiful girl in the village into the river as a sacrifice to the gods, praying for the river to subside.

Jiang Yunhuan didn't think this scene was cruel, but he was relieved that he was not the only one in this world who firmly believed that God could help people keep the water of the Yangtze River forever.

He searched for another two years.

It has been ten years since he devoted himself to the great cause of water control.

He is already 28 years old, and at the age of ordinary people, he is almost in his thirties.Not to mention success and fame, after all, they are married and established.

The children of his classmates who were studying in those days were probably in their teens.

His good friend, who is also the current Holy Majesty, heard that he has gained a new little prince.

As for him, after resigning from the official position, he is just a white man.No merit, no job, no family.

The money and food he brought with him when he left Beijing had been exhausted long ago. When he left Beijing, he wore silk and satin, but now he wears linen and linen shirts, and he even brought a few patches with him.

Truly alone.

His life is a complete joke.

Jiang Yunhuan sometimes thought of the bold words he said ten years ago at the banquet where all the dignitaries in the capital crowded their heads to attend, and he wanted to laugh.

How can there be such a ridiculous person.

The most ridiculous thing is that this person is himself.

After laughing, he continued on the road.

Jiang Yunhuan walked to the foot of Guanshan Mountain. He heard that there are often wind and thunder on Guanshan Mountain, and there have always been rumors of gods appearing.

Rumors, just rumors, no one has ever actually seen God.

Jiang Yunhuan walked up to Guanshan, as long as there was a chance of losing it, he would look for it.

He walked to the mountainside and saw the intersection that was almost perpendicular to the ground.

Jiang Yunhuan started to climb, but he didn't use the talisman.

For a profound art genius like him, using talisman to climb the mountain is a breeze.

But he didn't. He felt that only by climbing up with his own strength could he prove his piety to God.

And, if you accidentally fall to your death, that's just fine.

He didn't dare to die directly, because he felt ashamed to face Quanxia's parents.But if it was such an accident, it would be a relief.

Holding back his strength, he climbed the mountain with his bare hands.

The palm of his hand was scratched by the rock, dripping with blood, he wiped it with his sleeve robe indiscriminately, and continued to climb.

It is said that Guanshan is difficult to get over, so he wants to show it to others.

Just like those who laughed at him and said he couldn't do it, he wanted to prove it to them!

Finally, with a support from his right arm, he threw himself to the top of the mountain.

Jiang Yunhuan collapsed on the edge of the cliff, panting and laughing, the laughter was low at first, and then became louder and louder.

Guanshan was difficult to climb, but he finally climbed up.

It's not like he can't do anything.

Jiang Yunhuan used this laughter to vent his depression.

After laughing, he stood up from the ground and began to look around.

He saw knee-deep grass and trees, and many exotic flowers and plants.

The aura on the vegetation is profound, and it is a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

Jiang Yunhuan squatted on the ground, looking at a hundred-year-old panacea, he was pleasantly surprised.

It's not because the herb is precious, but because of the rich and unique aura here.

Does this mean that this place is...

He ran almost like crazy. He ran into the jungle, regardless of the branches blocking the way, and stepped straight across.

He ran to the end of the jungle, pushing aside the bushes that blocked his view.

He held his breath, and he saw a lake as clear as a mirror.

And above the lake... Like a deer in the forest, the blue beast stands gracefully on the water.

This strange beast stepped on the water without sinking. It was in the sun, and its body was covered with a layer of light that was different from the scorching sun. The golden eyes of the beast stared straight at the intruding humans.

Whether it's the huge, hard-to-see aura that diffuses around him, or the innate majesty, there is an answer.

Jiang Yunhuan staggered forward a few steps, he stared at the strange beast on the lake, and knelt down on the bank of the river.

He muttered in a sad and joyful voice: "You really exist...I'm not crazy, you really exist! Haha..."

He fell to the ground and laughed, and the laughter gradually turned into crying.

He was crying and laughing like crazy.

Jiang Yunhuan searched hard for several years, and finally, at the Hengduan of Guanshan, he saw the god.