Chapter 51 fourth quarter

The lamb was held high in the air, struggling and crying.Its hot blood flowed down and dripped on the top of the child's head, staining his white clothes and hands that were pressing on his head red. "My son, Lu Guichen Asul, you were born in the family of Lu's Pasur by the kindness of the Pantar God. The God gave you eyes, so that you can see as far as an eagle; the God gave you legs, so that you Run as fast as a leopard; the gods give you hands, let you lift up the whole holy mountain; the gods give you blessings, so that you will no longer be afraid. There are no mountains that cannot be overcome, no wind and snow that cannot be walked out, and no broken mountains. Endless enemies. Even if you go to the end of the sky, God's blessing will be with you."

The Maharaja withdrew his blood-stained hand from the top of his son's head. "From now on, don't use the name Asule. You are a guest of the princes of the Eastern Land. You must learn the etiquette and knowledge of the Eastern Land. You must use your Eastern Name, Lu Guichen." "Yes, Dad." The majesty looked back at the nobles lined up behind him, just like the day when the Nine Kings returned triumphantly from the Ministry of Zhenyan, all the nobles were dressed up with swords and raised the white leopard cloud banner.It's just that this time it's sending the eldest son Asule southward.

"You are about to set off when the sun reaches the zenith. Before you leave, do you want to say goodbye to your mother?" Asule turned her head and saw that in the small brocade chariot, her mother was holding the bag doll and was smiling all the time, her eyes were confused. "No, grandma can't recognize me, maybe I should be happier..." Asule shook his head, "That doll can always be with her, I'm not a good son, I never make my grandma happy... ...Abba, I want to ask one more thing, one last thing." "you say." "Aqin Motu, is that my grandma?"

"Yes, she is your grandma. She came from the far east, and she is a real princess. Her barbarian name is Aqin Motu, which means golden sunshine, as beautiful as sunshine. Whether it is Anyone who sees her smile will never forget it for the rest of their lives." "Father, do you... hate grandpa?" "Yes, I hate him. He took away all the important people in my life." He looked into the distance, "Maybe if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be the maharaja. But I became the maharaja, alone What's the joy in being alone?" He half-kneeled in front of Asule, and gently held his son's hand: "Asule, you have grown up and can choose your own path. Abba always remembers that when you came back from the True Face Department, you The words in the golden tent. Abba knows that you are a good boy and feels that the responsibility is yours, just like your Uncle Beluha. But as you said yourself, it is not easy for everyone to live in this world. Don’t put everything Let me carry it all by myself, my son is also suffering. What my parents want to see is that our good son can live happily, even if he is a poor man grazing horses on the grassland."

"Father, you never asked me how I came back alive from the Ministry of True Face." "Are you going to tell Dad?" Asule looked up at his father's face.The Maharaja stared silently, like a stone statue eroded by wind and sand. "There was a moon that night. I was with Mother Haruntie. She tied the white leopard tail around my wrist, and said that no one would harm me when she saw the leopard tail. But no, the front line was defeated, everyone Backed off. The uncles of the True Face Department searched tent by tent, looking for one with a leopard tail. They rushed in and wanted to kill me. Mother advised him, that uncle seemed to be crazy. Mother stabbed me in the back. dead him..."

"We rushed out of the camp. The whole camp was on fire. The army of the Nine Kings had already caught up and killed people everywhere. So many people were lying on the ground. I went to shake them, but they couldn't get up again. Mother, change them for me." She put on poor people’s clothes, tied my cuffs with a rope, and helped me onto a horse, and let me walk with the fleeing people, so that I could not show my leopard tail in front of people with real faces.” "I was arrested. I said I was the eldest son of Qingyang, but no one listened to me. I was locked up in a stable with other children. At night, Mother Haruntie was led by several soldiers. Come on. I hid in the crowd and wanted to recognize her, but I didn't dare. I didn't understand what was going on, and then I saw them stripping Momma's clothes, and they pressed on Mommy one by one. I still dare not make a sound, Dad, I'm a cowardly son, really."

The child trembled slightly, his face was pale, and suddenly he became so weak. "Mother saw her son, she also shook her head at me, telling me to keep quiet. But we were discovered by those people, they...they pushed the naked mother on top of her son...Mum said the son was a youth Yang's eldest son, but they just laughed, they didn't believe it, they came over with guns, mother was eager to untie the rope of his son's cuff, but couldn't do it, and then many gun heads suddenly pierced out of mother's chest, then Then the rope was untied, revealing my white leopard tail..."

"Her blood flowed on my face, she kissed my face, and then died. It was like a dream, no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't believe it was real. In those days, I didn't dare to sleep at night, afraid that if I fell asleep, Then I will think of it, I will think of the blood of Haruntie Mu's mother flowing on my face, seeing the point of the gun poking out of her chest, and my son can't save her... The son is from the Pasur family of the Lu family, and belongs to the Maharaja Son, I can survive, but can those people my son likes also survive?" "If you were the Maharaja of Hokuriku, you wouldn't let Abba kill those people, would you?"

"yes." "You don't trust Abba, you think that only you can protect them. So you practice your sword desperately, you want to become a brave warrior, and you feel safe when you hold a sword." "Yes... Dad, you are the majesty of Qingyang. You can't help but say that you can't destroy your true face. But my son just wants those people I like not to die, and they can stay with me in peace. If Someone is really going to die, I would rather my son die, die... I will never see those things again, and I will never be afraid again." "Abba..." He said softly, "My son is very scared, really scared..."

"What a stupid son," the Maharaja said, holding Asule's head tightly against his chest, "Such a stupid son is my son, Guo Leer!" "Let's go to Donglu! My son, Dad and Mom will miss you. On the day you come back, Dad will take your mom and a team of thousands riding tigers and leopards to the Tiantuo Strait , Watching the big boat carrying you come back with the wind and waves. At that time, Abba helped you sit on the golden tent, you are the new Maharaja, and everyone on the grassland will call you the King of Longevity!" In November of the seventh year of Emperor Xi of the Yin Dynasty, before the heavy snow fell on Fengshan Mountain, the eldest son of the Qingyang tribe and Zhaowu Gong Lu Guichen Asule, who swept the grassland twenty years later, was taken as a hostage to the distant Eastern Continent.

He rode a pony and walked slowly towards the south along the foot of Tongyun Mountain. Qingyang's Leopard Cloud banner and Xiatang's golden chrysanthemum banner were waving above his head, like the waves of the sea. He just went there and never looked back. 【history】 When historians of later generations talk about this trip to the south, they always have a tone of doubt and admiration. They always couldn't understand why a sheep turned into a roaring lion when it was let out of the sheepfold, roaring and rushing towards the land of the Eastern Continent.Whether it is a hero or a savior, no one can deny that one of the hands that ignited the flames of war in this chaotic world belongs to Lu Guichen, Duke Zhaowu of Qingyang.His ideals and ambitions turned into flames that burned the world.He rode a flaming horse to save the world, but found that the bones of the weak were trampled under his horse's hooves. But at this moment, in the far east land, there is a pair of black eyes looking up at the jittering eagle in the sky, waiting for his arrival in an unpredictable fate. The heroes are about to meet, and the iron blue hand of the Valkyrie is turning their direction in the dark.The wheel of troubled times that had been silent for a long time started to rotate again, and with dazzling sparks, it threw disasters and tears, fire and water to the land of Kyushu. Stay tuned...