The morning sun shines on the smooth brick and stone floor through the carved window lattice, and white smoke rises from the crane-shaped iron incense burner, and the smell of white sandalwood fills the whole classroom. The white-haired teacher sat on a high place, holding a scroll in his hand, and recited aloud, "The way of the university lies in clear virtue, in being close to the people, and in stopping at the ultimate good. After knowing the end, there is steadiness, and after steadiness, you can be quiet, and then you can be peaceful." , and then you can worry about it, and then you can get it after thinking about it.”

The disciples in white were copying on paper, and the ground was filled with paper pages with wet ink, and the breeze blew like a pond full of white lotus swaying. "The volume of the book I'm teaching today is called "Great Learning", which is the learning of adults and the knowledge of the Xia people in governing the country." The teacher closed the scroll and looked around at the students. "Just now I recited the general outline of "Great Learning", which means The root of governing the country is to be close to your people, love them, and teach them to be sensible and good. The gentlemen of the Xia Kingdom also said that if the monarch’s stables are filled with fat horses, and the kitchen is full of delicious food, the people are hungry. , or even starved to death in the wilderness, such a monarch is no different from leading wild beasts to eat people. You are all the pillars of my country of Ceylon. If you want to take up the responsibility of this country in the future, you must keep these teachings in mind. Tyranny can never create a perfect country, remember, remember."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The disciples bowed neatly. There was a faint sound of heavy footsteps outside, and the plaster on the roof rustled down, as if a towering giant was walking nearby, but neither the students nor the teacher seemed to notice it. The teacher bowed in return, and handed the scroll in his hand to the student standing behind him, "This book is a gift from the Emperor Xia, and it is a precious ancient book. Amos, although you are not very astute among these people, , but honest and steady, you can pass on this book. I will give it to you, keep it well, and tell others the truth in the book.”

"Korcha, this is the paperweight I used. I am very pleased that you are smart and eager to learn, but you have a short temper. I hope this thing can help you calm down your bad temper." The teacher handed over the one-foot-long sapphire paperweight To the healthy young man with hazel complexion in front of him. "Talent, this saber was also a gift from the Emperor of Xia to us Ceylon back then. You have a weak personality, so you should use this sword to cut off your hesitation." "Bogdell, the Great Seal in this box is the treasure of my country of Ceylon. You are mighty and skilled in combat, and you are extremely alert. You should be able to preserve it." The tall and burly young man knelt down on one knee and took over the heavy sandalwood box .

He was originally the most valiant and domineering man among these people. He had been on the battlefield and regarded life and death as nothing. Now facing the teacher's indifferent and far-reaching eyes, he felt that there was a hole in his chest, and blood spurted out. The pain was unbearable. self-sufficient. The teacher pressed his shoulders, smiled softly and said, "Treasure, treasure. You and I are both men from Ceylon. When disasters are approaching, we each shoulder our own responsibilities. What is there to cry about?" After a while, the gift distribution was over. The old man clapped his hands, stood up and sighed softly, "Let's go, let's go, let's go our separate ways."

The tears that had been restrained all the time finally fell, and the disciples bent down and kowtowed, sticking their faces on the cold ground.The sound of whimpering echoed in Nuo Da's classroom, like a flock of birds whining. The old man ignored them, but slowly opened his arms.Amos, the student standing behind him, took off his white robe with tears in his eyes, exposing his thin body, and the other two students fitted the heavy armor to the old body one by one. He stopped his body stubbornly, but the overly heavy heirloom armor made him hunched over.He took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the saber. It was a traditional serpentine blade in Ceylon. The edge was poisoned and shimmered with blue-purple.

"Your Highness!" The brave Bogdel stepped forward, "Why do you want to do this? What is the need for Ceylon to exist without you? I will protect you and kill you. No one can stop me, Bogdel, the Westerner. Iron golems are useless!" "Bastard!" The old man was furious, "Have you forgotten the truth I just taught you? The foundation of a country lies in the people! If I live, my people will die. I will lead the beast to eat people king of the Bogdel was stunned for a moment, with shame on his face but unwilling, he could only kneel down abruptly, hit his forehead hard on the ground, and his face was covered with blood, "Your Highness! Bogdel is stupid! But you let Bogdel How to accept such a result?"

"Bogdell, Bogdell," the old man sighed softly, and gently stroked the top of the student's head, "Why don't you understand? We each go our own way, and we all bear the hardships for Ceylon. Although I suffer , but your future may not be without hardship." He dragged his old body slowly towards the long corridor.This classroom was actually located underground, so it was possible to avoid those iron puppets for a short time, but with the ability of those things, they could quickly destroy the above ground part of the palace, and the hidden exit would naturally appear.

Halfway through the walk, the old man turned around again, rushed to see off the disciples and waved his hands, "Go, go, you have to make my death worthwhile as a king." The old man finally stepped onto the ground, the palace was burning, and the ground was too hot to stay on. It was so exquisite in the past, with pearls, clams and rubies inlaid on the beams and pillars, and the golden faucet in the garden spewing clear springs day and night, which made envoys from all over the world admire and say that it is the projection of heaven on earth. It looked more like hell, the ebony girders groaned in the fire, the tall arches collapsed, and the burning veil was swept by the fire wind, like a painful dragon snake trying to fly through the air.

As far as the eye could see, the entire city was burning, and demon-like black figures haunted every corner of the city, easily destroying the last line of defense of the defenders. Passing through layers of arches, the old man finally came to the place where he usually discussed with ministers. As a symbol of national power, it was built purely with granite, which can last longer in the fire. A king, even to the end, sits on his throne.The old man took a deep breath of the scorching air, thinking that he could just walk a few more steps, the armor was really too heavy, and he could rest after finding the ebony carved throne.

There are bloody footprints everywhere in Nuo Da's hall, as well as the bloodstains left when the corpse was dragged.The footprints were twice the size of a normal human being, and it looked like giants had destroyed the country.The Ebony Throne was still intact, surrounded by a blazing veil. A soldier in a black military uniform sits on an ebony throne, holding on to the armrest of a lion head with both hands, and behind him is a fan-like, lifelike carved Hydra. Hydra is the national emblem of Ceylon. The nine heads of the snake are holy dragons, and the nine heads that open are shaped like lotus flowers. Therefore, Ceylon is also known as the country of lotus flowers.But now, in the light of the fire, with a menacing gleam in every snake's eye, the throne looked like a symbol of some evil. "Heh." When he saw the soldier's face clearly, the old man opened his eyes wide in surprise. It turned out to be a boy, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. The specially-made black military uniform fit his slender body, the white gloves were spotless, and he wore a red armband with a flame emblem on his arm. The old man rubbed his eyes, trying to see clearly, how could a boy of thirteen or fourteen appear here?Also wearing the uniform of a senior officer.Even noble boys who want to accumulate military merits should seek employment in the army when they are over sixteen years old. It was indeed a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slender figure and a handsome face, but the lines of his eyebrows and eyes were too sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.He smiled at the old man, with fire in his dark eyes. "Hello, His Royal Highness the King of Ceylon." The boy said indifferently, as if he was meeting people on the street, greeting each other kindly. "I didn't expect the person who destroyed my country to be a child." The King of Ceylon said in a low voice. The moment the boy opened his mouth, he confirmed the identity of the other party. It was unmistakable, it was the supreme leader of the enemy army.Only those who stand at the pinnacle of power can be so calm and composed, but what kind of background and experience can a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old allow those wily adults to hand over power to him? "No, it's not me." The boy's tone was still light, as if he didn't care much about anything, "It's this world." "Do you mean that the world is going to destroy Ceylon? Do you blame all the faults on this sinful world?" The old man laughed dumbfounded, "Unexpectedly, Fei Lengcui sent a politician, and politicians would say such confusing words .” "Really, it's this world." The boy's expression was very serious. "This world will destroy everything that hinders its development. Ceylon has blocked the will of this world." "I do not understand what you mean." "This world only allows the strong to live, and Ceylon is not the strong." "Absurd! If the weak will perish, then this world is a forest where wild beasts run rampant! It is the world itself that should be destroyed!" The old man roared, "You are a lunatic! You are all lunatics!" "Maybe." The boy lowered his head, without arguing, his eyes covered with long eyelashes.Facing a child of that age with that gesture, the old man's anger slowly subsided, replaced by a great sense of exhaustion. "Have you ever thought about how many people would die in such a war?" the old man asked in a low voice. "Many people," the boy shook his head, "I haven't thought about it carefully. I'm not a decision maker, but an executor. In other words, I'm a weapon, and weapons don't need to think about it." "Are they using children as weapons?" "I don't see myself as a child, and I don't have the qualifications to see myself as a child." The boy said softly, "Don't hesitate because of my age. Anyone who wears a military uniform is an enemy. If you come here to use that If you kill a few enemies with a snake-shaped weapon, please do it. But I will fight back, we are equal." "Get out of the way," said the old man. The boy was taken aback. "Get out of the way, that's the throne of Ceylon. The inexplicable child is not qualified to sit there." The old man said coldly, "I will not do anything to the child. How you judge yourself is your freedom. In my opinion, you are A child, a stupid child." "That's interesting," said the boy. "Interesting?" The old man frowned. "In Emerald, no one treats me like a child, but an enemy does." The boy shook his head, "but unfortunately I cannot allow you to sit here and die like a hero, you will be accepted as a prisoner of war Judgment." "A trial initiated by the devil?" The old man sneered. "Then, as the king of Ceylon, I have no choice but to regain my throne! Ceylon may perish, but its throne cannot be tarnished!" He took a deep breath, and his armor clanked loudly.He managed to lift the heavy serpentine blade inlaid with countless jewels, the blade of the kingdom of Ceylon, and charged at the boy on the throne. The scorching air flowed past his ears at high speed, his bun was messed up, and his white hair was flying in the fiery wind.He roared loudly, as if returning to his youth.This is a king's final charge, toward his own death. There was a delicate small firecracker hanging from the boy's waist. The old man had seen that kind of weapon fired before, just like an angry dragon spitting fire.The armor on his body is Ceylon's national armor. Although the status is respected, it is an old thing with a history of hundreds of years. It is impossible to block the blow of that weapon. King Ceylon didn't want to kill the boy, he knew he had no chance, he just wanted to force the boy to pull the trigger. But at this moment, another sharp blade suddenly cut through the flames on the side. It was a straight sword with a dignified blue light.It was a sword that came from Xia Kingdom, and only the craftsmen of Da Xia could forge such exquisite weapons. Has Xia Guo sent someone here?Has Xia Guo finally sent someone?The only one in this world who can fight against Fei Leng Cui and those iron puppets is Daxia!King Ceylon looked to the side in surprise. Only a peerless good swordsman can stab such a fast sword, go forward bravely, and bet all hopes of victory in an instant!The figure was so close that the old eyes of the King of Ceylon could not distinguish it, and the boy did not have enough time to draw the dangerous firecracker. In fact the boy didn't move at all, he just sat there with his fingers crossed and a look of condescending pity in his eyes. The figure of the assassin stopped abruptly in front of the throne, the long and narrow sword was barely two feet away from piercing the boy's chest, but he couldn't advance even an inch.A ferocious iron hand grabbed his sword, and another iron hand pierced his heart. That black shadow flashed out from behind the throne. It was shrouded in thick white steam, and its complete form could not be seen clearly, but the huge body over two meters still carried a huge deterrent force. Iron Golem!The Iron Puppet of the Westerners!It was this kind of thing that buried countless young people in Ceylon. They shuttled across the battlefield, and their blood bloomed like flowers in the thick steam. "Talent!" King Ceylon cried out in pain. The iron golem raised his hand and threw Talent out, a mass of beating flesh and blood remained in the sharp iron claws, which was Talent's heart. The one who stabbed that sword was not the assassin sent by Da Xia, but Tarent, the most beloved but most disappointed student of the King of Ceylon. Tarent was handsome, smart and kind, and he was no less good than Bogdel. The swordsman is hesitant when things happen.That's why the king of Ceylon gave the sword of Xia Kingdom to Tai Lunte, encouraging him to use it to cut off his hesitation.But Talent, who had always been meek and disappointing, actually violated his orders, followed him here quietly, and launched the absolutely correct assassination at the absolutely correct moment. Only a short talent could kill the leader of the enemy army, if the iron golem hadn't been hidden behind the throne. The iron puppet dropped Tarent's heart, squatted down slightly, and held a one-and-a-half-meter-long arc-shaped sharp blade in his hand, clearly planning to launch the next blow to pierce King Ceylon's heart as well. But the boy stopped it with a wave.A cold purple light flowed through the deep eye holes of the iron golem, and the sharp long knife returned to the hanger behind it.It turned around and stood behind the boy. Thick steam gushed out from the joints of its limbs, hiding its shape in the mist. "Talent! Tarent! Why didn't you obey my order! You silly boy!" King Ceylon threw down the serpentine blade, hugged Tarent tightly and cried. This is his most disappointed student, but also his favorite student. He is as brave as Bogdell, as calm as Amos, and as smart as Korcha. They are all good students of King Ceylon, but Terente is so Kind and sad, like the loneliest of your children. "I have cut off my hesitation," said the dying Tyrant lying in the arms of the King of Ceylon, "I have long wanted to swear to follow you...but I dare not say...the sword you gave me... I used it to cut through my own hesitation..." "You said that you have a good daughter, but you still lack a good son... I have been working hard... I don't want to let you down... Although I am not your son." Talent's eyes were clear and bright, "This time I will satisfy you Is it gone?" "Satisfied, you are all good students of mine, we will go our separate ways and shoulder the future of this country." King Ceylon suppressed a smile. "Wang...I feel very cold..." Tarent said softly.Of course he would be cold, for his blood would be drained and he had no heart in his chest. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," the King of Ceylon hugged the child tightly, and softly recited the words in class, "The way to a university lies in clearing virtue, being close to the people, and stopping at the ultimate good. Knowing the end and then having a certainty , After being settled, you can be quiet, after being quiet, you can be at ease, after being at ease, you can worry, and after worrying, you can gain..." Talent took his last breath in his arms, maybe he mistakenly thought that he was back in class, listening to the philosophy from Xia Guo, so there was a faint smile on his pale face. The boy watched this scene silently, like a flawless sculpture, shining in the firelight, but without the slightest expression.His blood seemed to be cold, not even warmed by fire. "The way of great learning lies in clear virtue, in being close to the people, and in attaining the ultimate good. Knowing and stopping can lead to steadiness, steadiness can lead to tranquility, tranquility can lead to tranquility, tranquility can lead to worry, and worry can lead to attainment!" King Ceylon raised his head suddenly. At the beginning, he yelled at the boy in a hoarse voice, "There are fat meat in the kitchen, fat horses in the stables, hungry people in the people, hungry scorpions in the wild, they are beasts and cannibals!" A trace of loneliness and sarcasm flashed across the boy's eyes, "Are you trying to say that I am leading beasts to eat people? How can I have the right to lead beasts to eat people? The cruel beasts are the world itself, and each of us is waiting to the day when it is devoured." He stood up and walked out through the burning temple, saying in a singing voice, "Every head that wears a crown should have the consciousness to be chopped off." The iron golem approached the King of Ceylon with steam, leaving Terent's blood on its sharp iron hands, and a deep purple gleam overflowed from its dark eye holes. In the spring of 1884 in the holy calendar, the Ceylon War broke out, and in the autumn of the same year, the Ceylon War ended. The army of the Byzantine Empire completely destroyed this thousand-year-old country located between the East and the West. After religious trials, the king of Ceylon was crucified with a spear, and the country of Ceylon was erased from the world map. Xia Guo, the protectorate of Ceylon and the ultimate power in the east, was furious and declared war on the entire west.As a result, the far-reaching "Creating Dragon War" broke out in history, and the world of Iruber, which had been quiet for a whole hundred years, was re-ignited by the flames of war.