Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Xing Tian

After snowing, the sky is quiet and high, filled with stars. Shenzhou has a vast territory, and it takes more than half a year to travel from Zhuolu City to the snowfields in the north.When the passer-by finds that the horseshoes are trampling on the ice and snow, and when he looks around, there is a vast expanse of whiteness that can't be seen, and there is no more grass, he has gone to the north. The surrounding ice and snow seemed to be glowing with a bluish cold light, and a thick black iron pot was hot on the bonfire, and the hot water inside was bubbling and bubbling.The flame jumped and jumped, illuminating the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other, bright and dark.

One person picked up the heavy iron can and refilled the other person's earthenware cup: "And then?" "Then Shaojun will fight all the gods and generals, and kill anyone he meets. No one can stop him." "Did you really mean that rabbit?" "The gods and generals were all wounded by him, but the king didn't bring Shangfang's sword. Shaojun chased after the crowd, killing a lot of people with one knife, and blunted a dozen iron knives. He grabbed whatever he saw and used it as a weapon." In the end, he couldn't get the knife, so he took a stone from the base of the high platform and waved it around."

"Where's your Chi Yan?" "I was also injured. I brought Chi Yan, but I couldn't swing my knife." "I heard that when people get old, they have nervous problems." The burly and strong man like a god of war took a sip of hot water from a pottery cup and said after a while: "Dahong, you are old, you should stay at home more Eat your vegetables and keep moving." "I'm not nervous," said the man across the fire. "I'm just afraid. I have many enemies, but I've only been afraid twice." "What about later?"

"Later, the king ordered the princess's body to be moved into the Xuantian Temple, and the Shaojun rushed into the temple recklessly. The soldiers blocked the door with huge iron shields and sealed him in the temple. The fire was set outside and the entire temple was burned. The fire burned for a whole day and night, if you return to Zhuolu City now, you will no longer see the temple.” "The rabbit burned to death?" "Shaojun didn't rush out anymore, but just howled in the temple holding the body of the princess, and the fire grew bigger and bigger. Suddenly it rained heavily at night. We were all worried that the heavy rain would put out the fire, and we were worried that Shaojun I rushed out again. But fortunately, there was a purple lightning that fell from the sky and was splitting on the top of the temple. The temple collapsed and everything was crushed in the ruins. I think he is dead."

"The rabbit has become a demon." "The devil? People in Zhuolu City say that." After a moment of silence, Da Hong said, "I don't think so, I think he's just crazy." "Crazy?" Xing Tian thought for a while and nodded, "Crazy." "Do you know," Xing Tian looked at the rising smoke, "it's very cold in the north. Some people say that the smoke will freeze when it rises to the sky, and it will turn into clouds. There are many clouds here, so it always snows. " Dahong raised his eyes to look at Xing Tian, ​​who was like a god of war, and gently stroked the handle of Chi Yan's knife with his fingers. There was a faint pulsation from the artifact that had been with him for many years, indicating that he was facing a terrible enemy, but Dahong did not pull it out. The plan of the knife.

"I'm just saying that there are very few sunny days here," Xing Tian said, "It was still raining the day before you came, but tonight I suddenly saw stars. After killing the devil, the clouds and mist should clear up. This ending is the same as in a novel. The ancients were sincere and never deceived me." Dahong looked at Xing Tian, ​​but didn't speak. "Your Majesty killed the traitor Chi You, and he executed very well. Dahong," Xing Tian said suddenly, "Did your Majesty send you to kill me?" Dahong took a sip of water and remained silent for a while.

"Your Majesty has an edict. If you rebel, you will be killed on the spot. If you don't, you will still lead the army in the north of Yunshi to fight against the barbarians." "You are sincere," Xing Tian said, "Why did I think you were vicious and cunning before?" "Because I don't think you will rebel." "Is there really the word "good people" written on my face?" "Why are you rebelling?" Dahong shook his head, "Chi You is no longer here, and the last grandson of the Shennong Ministry is also dead. Who are you rebelling for?"

Xing Tian scratched his head, "Can I do it for myself?" "Many people say that you are the most valiant general of the Shennong Ministry. If you want to rebel, why didn't you rebel earlier?" "Yes. Why didn't I rebel earlier? I don't want to rebel, I want to live. Why should I avenge Shaojun? In fact, I hate him very much," Xing Tian said seriously: "That kid can't, he looks like that ...how could he not die?" He got up to look at the northern horizon, hunched slightly, and carried his trunk and relatives.After a long time, he turned around and stepped on the fire, and walked away on the rustling snow.

After walking a few steps, as if he suddenly came to his senses, Xing Tian turned around and looked at a bright spot in the darkness, which was Dahong smoking the tobacco he brought back from the Western Regions. "Sorry, I forgot you were here, do you want me to light the fire again?" "No need," Dahong said, "That's fine too." "Aren't you cold?" "A little bit, but it doesn't matter." The deep winter is getting closer and closer, day by day, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it accumulates on the white ground as thick as goose feathers, without melting at all, and then deposits into ice.The wilderness in the north has turned into an ice field. When you step on it, you can occasionally feel the ground crack quietly and make a crackling sound.

The wind covered the whole world with fine snow, and the solitary mountain peak was lost in the snow curtain. When Dahong raised his head, the figure on the top of the mountain seemed to be far away in the sky. After finishing talking that night, Xing Tian climbed up the mountain. From then on, he climbed that mountain every day to look to the north, as if expecting something to happen. He waited, like a sculpture eroded by the wind and snow. Dahong looked up at him from the foot of the mountain, often for a long time.The soldiers of Wang Shi looked at these two generals and thought they were very strange. Many legends say that they were sworn enemies in the Battle of Banquan.

Dahong sometimes regretted why he didn't choose to stay in the Western Regions and not come back. He imagined himself trekking in the desert with his broken crotch covered with his brothers, and then found an oasis , build a small country, and never return to Zhuolu just like that.In this way, he doesn't need to know Chi You's ending, and he doesn't have to go to see Xing Tian. He doesn't need to be Dahong, it doesn't matter if he is a cat or a dog. Many years ago, Dahong was just a pawn in the army. He huddled together with Gongsun Xuanyuan at that time in a dilapidated thatched hut, thinking that they would eventually become respected people one day.And when they became awesome people, Dahong suddenly found that he was no longer himself. Da Hong climbed to the top of the mountain and stood behind Xing Tian. "I should go back to Zhuolu," Dahong said, "The king ordered me to tell you about Young Master Chi You. Now that I have told you, since you are not planning to rebel, there is no need for me to stay here." Xing Tian didn't answer him, but took a sip of his cigarette against the bleak north wind.Dahong didn't expect his farewell, and turned to go down the mountain. "The wind is blowing," Xing Tian stood up suddenly, "the barbarians are coming to attack." "how do you know?" "The mountain is about to be closed by heavy snow, and the barbarians are coming to grab food." Xing Tian mentioned his relatives, and Da Hong could feel that he was very excited.As if to confirm his words, the horizon of the northern ice field suddenly became uneven, and there was a tearing sound of killing in the wind, and the barbarians in raw leopard fur and sheepskin charged forward with huge strides. Spike fangs and stone axe, with blue totems drawn all over their faces. The soldiers of Master Wang raised their weapons tremblingly. Facing the barbarians all over the mountains, Xing Tian raised his battle axe, and Da Hong slowly pulled out his knife. "Will you kill me behind my back?" Xing Tian suddenly turned to look at Dahong. "No," Dahong said, "If I want to kill you, I must look right in your eyes, just like the first time I killed you." "Ho Ho Ho Ho, sometimes you really look like a hero," Xing Tian laughed arrogantly, "I like it, but when did you kill me?" "Kill!" Xing Tiangao raised his battle axe, and the veins on his forehead twitched, like a snake trying to tear his skin and rush out. He rushed out alone, and everyone stood quietly behind him and watched.The soldiers of Master Wang looked at Dahong, wondering if it was better to let this dangerous guy rush out first and die.Dahong looked at Xing Tian's back silently, he didn't seem to feel that he was the only one rushing forward at all.The lonely burly figure threw off his stride and ran wildly on the ice field, rushing towards the tide-like team of barbarians. "Kill!" Dahong suddenly raised Chi Yan. "Kill!" Master Wang's soldiers all shouted after him. Master Wang and the barbarians hacked and killed on the ice field.The blood splashed in every corner like rain flowers, falling on the snow surface and turning into mottled plum blossoms bit by bit.This was a real bloody battle. The gods and generals charged forward, and the soldiers and barbarians of the king's division fell like cutting grass.Da Hong didn't leave Xing Tian's side, watching him swinging his battle ax wide open, every barbarian who approached him was cut in half. Xing Tian on the battlefield looked like a beast. He twitched his nose vigorously and pointed to the distance: "Did you see the fox tail on the flagpole? The leader of the barbarians, that is the leader of the barbarians." He roared and rushed towards the place where the barbarians were densest.When Dahong looked around, there was no flagpole or fox tail, just a withered old tree on the ice field. He hesitated for a moment, it was already too late, the crowd engulfed Xing Tian's tall body.The iron light of the ax flickered in the snow and blood, and at the same time, an unknown number of stone axes and maces fell down.Several barbarian heads flew into the sky, and in the momentary gap, Dahong saw Xing Tian standing straight in the middle of the crowd covered in blood. "I heard that when everyone dies, there will be shooting stars in the sky." Xing Tian raised his head and knelt down, "Why can't I see anything?" The blue light of a huge axe flashed, and Dahong saw Xing Tian's head fall down.He suddenly felt an indescribable lightness and an indescribable emptiness. He unconsciously took a step forward, as if he wanted to see if the corpse's heart had stopped, and the feathered arrow had pierced his chest from behind. heart. Dahong knelt in the ice and blood.The barbarian who went up to cut off his head was startled, because at the last moment, Da Hong lowered his head and smiled slightly. On the ninth day of the eleventh month, Master Wang and the barbarians fought in the northern plains, but both Dahong and General Xingtian, who led the army, failed to return. Xing Tian felt that he became very light, as if the wind was flowing under his feet, and he seemed to be flying when he was running.He remembered that he had just fallen down a grassy slope, but it didn't hurt at all. The wasabi flowers were blooming, and the field was green, like the tender water color of spring. The surrounding area was so empty that no one could be seen, and Xing Tian ran across the field with big strides.He forgot his family and relatives, he only remembered running.His heart was full of joy, as if he had just woken up from a boundless dream, and he hated that dream a little.Fortunately, that was just a dream. The entire mountain plain is filled with the clear and crisp singing of the girls, ethereal, Xing Tian knows they are nearby, he thinks they are sitting around under the towering old locust trees, picking wasabi and grinding it into green cake paste, their white The skirts are connected, smiling at each other, singing that familiar song. The wasabi flowers in the whole mountain are swaying in their singing.But Xing Tian didn't see them, they were playing a little game with Xing Tian like elves. Xing Tian turned over a hillside, still boundless green, he did not see the expected white skirt. "Hey, what are you looking for?" There was a voice from the old tree on the top of the mountain. Xing Tian looked back, it was a very old monkey, his body was covered with green moss, his long eyebrows were covered with pine cones, and he was holding a peach-like stone. "Hell, you're the first talking monkey I've ever seen, monkey, have you seen wasabi?" "Wasabi? There are wasabi everywhere." "I'm not looking for wasabi, I'm looking for a girl named wasabi, she wears a white dress and sings." The monkey shrugged, "I have lived here for more than twenty years, and I have never seen a girl. There is only horseradish here." "Damn monkey, dare to lie to me, can't you hear the singing? If you talk nonsense again, I'll take a stone and knock you down!" The monkey suddenly laughed, as if he was alone, "Smash it, if you dare." He actually held the peach-like stone and took a bite, "I'll eat it if you hit it." "So cruel, you even eat stones?" "Because I thought it was a peach." The monkey threw away the stone and looked at Xing Tian seriously, "You heard the singing, because you thought the singing was still there, but you knew in your heart that she was gone, so you couldn't find her." to her." "What's on my mind? I'm just looking for someone. Don't think I'm a literary youth. I don't believe in that. I've been killing people for many years. It's very evil." The monkey scratched its paws and giggled, "I just want to play tricks on you, why are you hitting me?" Xing Tian was irritated by that smile, he picked up the stone under his feet and threw it over.The power of the general made the stone look like a shooting star, and suddenly there were no monkeys on the treetops.Xing Tian stood there blankly, he could tell that he missed the monkey, and when the stone flew over, the monkey suddenly disappeared. "Hehehehe, if you want me to disappear, I will disappear. There is no need to smash it." The monkey's laughter is still echoing around, "I was originally something in your heart. But can you find someone to sing? You just I don't want to think that she is dead, but you know it in your heart." Standing under the tree blankly, Xing Tian suddenly realized that he was standing on the highest place in this mountain plain. As far as he could see, there were only patches of green, which were endless.He seemed to be the only one here, as if every wasabi flower was singing, and the singing rose from the whole earth: Xing Tian fell to the ground, those wasabi flowers were blooming in front of his eyes, he stared at them, each one had no stamens. Armed with iron hoes, Wang Shi's soldiers dug holes in the hard ice sheet, dragged corpses one by one into them and buried them.In the fierce battle three days ago, too many people were killed and injured, and the mutilated bodies and arms were mixed with the barbarians. Sometimes it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and the comrades, so they were buried together. The clouds in the sky were iron-gray, and the heavy haze weighed on people's heads, the bloodstains had been covered by fresh snow, and the mountains in the distance stood toweringly, and there was already one figure missing from them. The barbarians will not come again this winter, and the soldiers feel a little relieved. "Someone! Someone! Someone is coming!" The soldier watching from a height suddenly waved a small flag and shouted. The soldiers hurriedly raised their weapons and looked towards the vast ice field.Unbelievably, in the vast snow and ice, there is a figure running like flying.He ran so lightly and gracefully, striding like a hero who was a day-to-day hero all those years ago. It wasn't until he got close that the guarded soldiers realized the strangeness—the burly figure had no head, and his shoulders were flat, with only a dry blood scar. "The corpse has changed... The corpse has changed! The corpse has changed!" Amidst the terrified screams, the soldiers dropped their knives and tried to escape. The headless walking corpse ran even faster. He grabbed a soldier's armor and let out a deep voice in his chest: "Dead monkey! Hand over the man, hand over the man!" "I...I'm not a monkey!" The walking corpse was silent for a while and turned to the soldiers with sore hands and feet, "Why are there so many?" "Yes...it's the general! It's General Xingtian!" Someone in the crowd screamed. His gaze focused on the waist of the walking corpse, where Xingtian's cadres and relatives were hung, weapons that only gods could use. "You? You know me?" The walking corpse turned to the screaming warrior. The soldier nodded with a pale face: "You are... General Xing Tian." "How do you know me?" The walking corpse's hand hangs down, he seems a little confused, "I've seen you...but when have I seen you?" "Wang asked the general to lead us to resist the barbarians. I led the horse for the general." "King... barbarian... Zhuolu..." The walking corpse seemed to wake up suddenly, "Where is the young master? Where is the young master? I promise that Wasabi will take care of him." "But...but you don't have a head, General!" "No head... no head," the headless walking corpse took two steps back, he seemed a little panicked, and reached out to touch his head.But he didn't, his neck was empty, leaving only a bloody scar the size of a bowl. "Hey, go and bury that thing quickly, find a big rock and press it up, the heavier the better!" The commander yelled at the guards in a low voice from behind the crowd. There was a head in Houying, which was pickled with lime and brought back to Zhuolu to show the king. "It's all right, I didn't look forward to it for a while yesterday. It was picked up by wild dogs and ran fast. Maybe it has been taken to the Shendu country by now. It's strange to find it back. General, don't worry." "No head... no head..." The voice of the walking corpse seemed to be angry.With a sudden struggle, he used the battle ax to cut three bloody gashes on his chest, two across the navel and one across the navel. Unbelievably, a pair of fierce eyes protruded from the bloody mouth of the breasts, and the bloody mouth at the navel was twitching and opened suddenly, like a roaring mouth, and a voice like a bell came from there: " What are you afraid of without a head? My breasts are my eyes and my belly button is my mouth. Who dares to say that I have no head?" "Ghost... ghost!" After a brief silence, ghosts and wolves wailed in the crowd. The soldiers only hated the loss of two legs, and ran desperately. Countless people stepped on each other. Laughing wildly, he waved his relatives in a demonstration. "Don't panic!" A soldier with a greasy face jumped out from the crowd and shouted loudly, "Don't run away, let me deal with him!" "You?" The walking corpse glared at him, and suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.The advantage of the mouth growing on the stomach is that one hand can cover the mouth and stomach at the same time, showing how happy he is smiling, and at the same time he can raise the battle ax to the top door of the soldier. "What are you going to do with me?" The iron light of the tomahawk flashed above his head, and the soldier's legs trembled a little, "I want to talk to you!" "Why would a god like me talk to a sneaky guy with a greasy face?" "Because... because I am a water spinach seller!" The walking corpse froze for a moment, "Why should I talk to a vegetable seller, get the hell out of here!" "The lines shouldn't be like this...you should ask me whether water spinach can live without a heart, and people can live without a heart." "Why do you ask? I don't ask! I'm busy, I'm going to kill the Yellow Emperor, I want to avenge Shaojun, I'm dead, no one can control me, I'm not afraid of anything anymore! Wahahaha, I'm dead very nice." "But...but haven't you thought about the meaning of revenge? Everything you do must be meaningful. Why revenge?" "Because...it's cool! Can it be cool?" the headless walking corpse said, his eyes on his chest widened, looking very dissatisfied. "Can……" "Then what else do you have to say? If you have nothing to say, get out as far away as possible. Don't you think they're all out? Why don't you get out? Seeing how treacherous you look, I know you're not a good person. Buzzing around me like a fly around shit!" "Running around shit... Okay, you are cruel, so in order to blow me away, can you cooperate with me to finish the lines?" The strange eyes on both breasts rolled Xiao Bing, "Hurry up, I'm going to kill the Yellow Emperor." "Ask me if water spinach can live without a heart, and people can live without a heart." Xiaobing looked at the walking corpse eagerly. "Vegetables? What kind of food? I didn't see you have food." "You..." Xiao Bing was about to collapse, and he couldn't help jumping up violently, "I said water spinach is just a metaphor, you can just follow me, water spinach is a kind of emerald green leaf that is delicious when fried Vegetables, why do you care so much?" "Kong... Cabbage?" The walking corpse repeated the name, and suddenly he became a little sluggish, his ferocious strange eyes no longer had the previous brilliance, and he stared blankly into the distance. The surroundings were so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind, and the soldiers who were running around all of a sudden felt a little strange, and they all turned their heads to look at the little soldiers and the walking corpses.Yeah, something's wrong, so quiet, so quiet.When the walking corpse was silent, he was like carved out of wood and stone, without the slightest movement, so strangely quiet. "Water spinach... Heart..." The walking corpse stretched out his hand and pressed it on his left breast, "Heart..." There wasn't a single beat, and the chest was so still that it made one's heart palpitate.Caressing his heart, like touching a stone. "You have eyes and a mouth, but what about your heart?" "Heart..." The big mouth on the belly button moved, "Water spinach can live without heart... Can people live without heart?" "One cannot live without a heart." The walking corpse struggled to take two steps back, and the relatives in his hands fell into the snow.His spirit and murderous aura dissipated in an instant, and his skin gradually turned gray as a dead man should. He fell down in the snow, trembling.The snow fell on him, but it didn't melt, and people watched silently as he was slowly buried by the snow. "Is the wasabi flower still in bloom?" Finally, a low and cloudy question came out of his chest. "It's been dead for a long time." Xiaobing said quietly. That body suddenly lost its vitality, like a piece of rotten wood, falling heavily in the snow.Blood slowly flowed from his long-dried neck, like a bright red stream. Feng Hou wiped off the greasy dirt on his face little by little, watching the soldiers of Master Wang knelt down and saluted in panic.Exhaustion made him sit on the ground involuntarily, blood spread in the snow, staining it scarlet. In fact, he wasn't worried at all that Xing Tian would really return to Zhuolu City. The legend carved on the rock wall had been dead for many years, people were still singing it, and the heroes would not come back because of it. It's just that when he watched this huge figure fall with his own eyes, he still trembled a little. He suspected that there was a hope deep in his heart-this god will really go back to Zhuolu City and chop off the head of the Yellow Emperor with an axe- —This is a relatively perfect ending. It's a pity that Xing Tian can't, everything is not beyond Feng Hou's expectations, some things can only be done once in a lifetime, just like some flowers only bloom once before withering.If a person loses his heart, he will die, and you can never get it back.Dahong has always been afraid of Xingtian, because he said that he clearly remembered that he pierced Xingtian's chest with a knife on the battlefield of Banquan, and blood splashed all over his face.And a few years later, Xing Tian came back again, as if he was a different person. In fact, there is a guess that Fenghou never told Dahong—he thought that Xingtian had actually been dead for a long time, but no one had ever told him. Wasabi was actually the name of a woman who had been dead for many years. Years later, the spirit of a man returned to see the wasabi, and when he came back, the wasabi had withered. Ah Luo brought out a bucket of cold water from the well, and her hands were slightly red from the cold in the early spring morning. The streets are so quiet in the morning, only the guys from the owner of the wine shop come out to fetch water, mix it with wine syrup, and sell it to passers-by.A long time ago, there was a group of guys called the Hilters on the streets here.Although there are not many people, there are many evil deeds.At that time, the business of the wine shop was very good, and it seemed that there were many idle people all day long. They listened to stories from all over the world and drank the worst wine until the dead of night.They are often behind on their drink bills. Finally, one day these gangsters disappeared, and the restaurants suddenly became deserted, and A Luo's was no exception. There was no girl named Hongdou telling stories at the door, and there was no lunatic named Gonggong telling stories.Proton has become a somewhat outdated word, and there are no longer protons in Zhuolu City. She still thinks of Xing Tian sometimes, but when she thinks back, she is at a loss, not knowing why she likes Xing Tian who is full of flesh like those brainless women.I heard that the heartless Xing Tian died in the north, at the hands of the barbarians, and there was no body left. When she first heard the news, A Luo was very sad. But people can't be sad all the time, everyone has to live. She was finally married, a very strong and reliable man, she slept on the man's chest on a cool summer night.This kind of life is very quiet, although sometimes she also thinks that this man is a bit clumsy, and he is not like a person without a conscience who is sometimes dazed, sometimes melancholy, sometimes rambunctious, and sometimes vulgar, in short, it is not interesting enough.But Ah Luo felt that today is not the same as yesterday, it is better to be an honest man. Xing Tian once promised that he would come back to marry her, but A Luo didn't believe it. She thought that Xing Tian had forgotten it a long time ago, so she didn't feel guilty.She thought she had almost forgotten about Xing Tian, ​​only on the ninth day of November last year, that slightly cold morning, when she woke up from her man's arms, she suddenly felt that there was someone at the window, although she saw nothing. She opened the door, the morning sun poured in, and the air was filled with a familiar atmosphere. For some reason, she suddenly felt that those rascal young people were all coming in together, followed by that rough middle-aged man.In an instant, she was even a little surprised. But in fact, there is nothing, the street is quiet, there is no wind, and a clump of white grass sways gently in front of the door for no reason. "It's really confusing." A Luo said, and then she closed the door wearily and leaned behind it. The sound of heavy golden drums came from the street, and the thin cloud diffused, gradually engulfing half of the small street. It seemed that there were dragon's claws emerging from the cloud, and the iron halberds of Wang Shi's elite were like a forest, and the cold light was frightening. People who got up early knelt down and bowed their heads under the eaves to worship, which was a guard of honor for the king.The Yellow Emperor seems to like getting up early more and more, and then go to Zhuolu Plain to look far away. The clouds gradually drifted over and enveloped Ah Luo. She raised her eyes secretly, and saw Huangdi and Fenghou in cloud robes on the six-dragon chariot.The tassel fluttered slightly on the window, separating her world from Wang's. Wang's gaze swept across the people on the street quietly, as if in a trance. "I kind of miss Da Hong." Huang Di said suddenly.After the Xuantian Temple was burned, his spirit seemed to deteriorate day by day, and he was so desolate that no one could recognize him.He pulled the beautiful cloud pattern robe on his body, looking very afraid of the wind. Feng Hou stood in front of the car and did not answer. "After the wind, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that I was running in a field of white snow, and there was a man chasing me behind. He had no head, his breasts were his eyes, and his belly button was his mouth. I thought I knew him He, but I just can't remember who it is. I ran and ran, but the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer, it was really scary! Have you done any research on dream interpretation, Fenghou?" "There's no need to study this," Feng Hou supported Che Shi, and casually looked far away, "You are old, Wang." I think Chi You's story should have ended here. Those are all lies, about his noble blood, about his magical abilities, about his fate as an emperor.When the boy surnamed Jiang was locked up in that city, he used these gorgeous lies to comfort his heart. He believed that he still had a chance to rise up, and when that time came, his divine senses would be opened. Unparalleled power will be aroused and he will be free from all sorrow and depression. He was waiting for that moment when he would grow up and become a responsible man with the woman he loved in his arms. But he didn't wait, that moment didn't exist at all.Chi You is just a boy who likes to fantasize too much. Thousands of Chiyous in history have been buried under the loess. They failed to change the world and their lives as they dreamed when they were young, and they did not leave their names on the green bamboo slips. Suppose you are Chi You, and now your beloved girl is dead, and you regret your mistakes, but things are already like this, and time cannot flow backwards.All you can do is to yell out the words "I'll kill you" fiercely, use your hatred for the Yellow Emperor to cover up your hatred for your cowardice, pick up the knife and rush to the high platform with a roar.Huangdi's subordinates are holding heavy battle axes and rushing towards you, you are surrounded by thousands of Yunshi warriors, oh no, you don't need tens of thousands, only a few hundred people. You can't rush up, you're just an ordinary person, you can't ride like a thousand. You were slashed, your back was in hot pain, and thick blood gushed out. The severe pain and blood loss slowed down your reaction, so you were hit in the face by a cloud master warrior with a knife handle, The teeth spurted out with a mouthful of blood.You were stepped on by them, trampled on, and you still swung a knife, but someone stepped on your wrist, cut it off with a knife, and your right hand was separated from your body forever.Your internal organs are bursting and bleeding, and your breastbone is falling apart. At this time, you are so far away from your beloved woman and your enemy, you will be killed by a group of strangers. The heroes on the holy mountain will not come to rescue you from the robbing the practice field, because they don’t actually exist. That Lin Chong wearing a pheasant feather crown, that Lu Junyi riding a jade unicorn, and the eldest brother Chao Gai are just some. People who are as fanciful as Chi You made it up to comfort their hearts. At the parting place between the people in the execution place, a newspaper reported: "It's three quarters in the afternoon!" The officer who supervised the beheading said, "I'll report it after beheading." When the executioner is executed with a knife and stick in two positions, he goes to open the shackles, and the executioner has the law knife in his hand.It's too late to say, one by one must be seen clearly; at that time, it's fast, and the hustle and bustle will break out together.Seeing that the group of guests heard the word "cut" in the car, one of the guests took out a small gong from his arms, stood on the car and beat it two or three times.Move around together.There are poems as evidence: Leisurely come and take pleasure in entering the river tower, and the misty mist meets Suqiu. Drinking wine pours out eternal hatred, and reciting poems wants to relieve a hundred sorrows. Yan Shu fails to be a hero, and turns into a prisoner by mistake. Agitated all the righteous men in Liangshan, and crowded Jiangzhou together. I also saw a big black man in the shape of a tiger on the tea house at the crossroads, holding two axes in both hands, roaring loudly, but like a thunderbolt in the middle of the sky, he jumped down from mid-air.Up and down! I saw that the group of beggars playing snakes in the east drew sharp knives around them, and killed the soldiers when they saw them! The gang with guns and sticks in the west shouted loudly, only caring about killing the future, and they killed the local soldiers and jailers! The group of porters in the south swung the boards and threw them in a haphazard manner, overturning the soldiers and those watching! The group of guests from the north all jumped out of the car, pushed past the car, and stopped them! Isn't that good?If Gonggong mentioned this in the restaurant, wouldn't there be clamor and applause? But those are fake. fake. You are surrounded by clamoring and applauding people, they are cheering that the four evils in Zhuolu City will be eliminated, they enjoy your bloodshed, thrilling and ecstasy, just like many years ago when you were in a cage that was hoisted, watching the big Kuafu was beheaded, and the festive red silk was flying. Thousands of people looked forward to it, as if waiting for the festival fireworks. Your memory is gradually blurred, and your grief dissipates along with the bloodshed. When you are on the verge of death, you may even feel a little joyful, as if you have returned to Jiuli.The afternoon sun is shining brightly, you are still the child, Yandi - your grandfather - is stroking the top of your head with his big rough hand. You feel that someone you can rely on is coming to you, and you rub your face against the rough front of your grandpa, slowly seeming to fall asleep. You never open your eyes again. The whole story ends if you're an atheist. However, is there a possibility? Let me take a breath of breath on the corpse of that cowardly child with a faint candle, and give him a chance to be a hero... let him swallow the gravel, put on armor and hold a halberd, resurrect in the interlayer of time, and have what he expected glory.