The vast rivers and mountains are facing the wind, and the heroes are covered with rain. Three thousand years BC, ancient China, the land of mythology. It was drizzling. It has been raining for thirty-six years and seventeen days, and it shows no sign of stopping. On the flooded plains, nothing seemed to be dry. The yellow rivers and rivers slid across the land, and the sky was raining endlessly. On the east side of the plain, there were a few hastily built huts scattered. In the huts, a few haggard-looking people quietly looked at the gray sky without saying a word. Suffering in the world will always stop people's words. It seems that there is nothing else to do except wait quietly.

"Heavenly Emperor!" Among the few dead people, an old man whispered sadly: "How much rain do you still have to rain! Just let us down!" As if the sky in the distance was responding to his low cry, there was a muffled muffled thunder from "dululu". And when such a seemingly ordinary thunder sound came, the people who had been standing there were shocked, showing expressions of fear, and invariably turned their eyes to the far west plain. "Xing Tian! Xing Tian!" the old man murmured in fear, while covering his ears with both hands of Old Fashion, "Cover your ears quickly!"

Everyone hurriedly followed the old man's words, and stretched out their hands to cover their ears desperately. Some even tore off pieces of cloth from their bodies to plug their earholes.But there was a younger boy who didn't know how powerful he was, so he just smiled and said: "You guys are scared, but you don't know..." The words were still in my ears, but at this moment, there was a long, shrill and windy scream from far away. Although the scream could be heard as a human voice, the volume of the scream was huge and fierce, like an overwhelming tide, with sharp The sound of gold and iron.

Although everyone covered their ears, they still shivered one after another. The sound was like a tangible sharp weapon, piercing people's eardrums, as if to shake the whole body loose, and the bones suddenly shattered, not like a loud noise , but it seems to be at the bottom of the deep valley, but the water rushes down the deep valley from the sky. The young man who didn't know how powerful was stunned, his whole body was crooked as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes turned white, foam came out of his mouth, and he fell limply on the ground. The old man didn't care about the fainted young man, he just flinched and looked at the plain in the distance amidst the overwhelming screams.

In the heavy rain, the whole world was filled with rainwater and the sound of screams, as if there was nothing else but these two things. In the distant blurred sky, a huge and incomparably huge road suddenly appeared, walking staggeringly. Deep black shadows. It was this fuzzy black giant who let out a loud cry. At this moment, he was walking in the plains while making a loud noise that seemed to be filled with ancient resentment. The old man trembled his lips and covered his ears, even though the space around him was filled with miserable screams, he was still muttering to himself. Of course his voice was drowned out by the giant's screams, but the shape of his mouth was clearly seen in the misty mist, and he kept repeating the same two words.

"Xing Tian! Xing Tian!" The few middle-aged men were dumbfounded, looking at the giant's terrifyingly huge figure.They had all heard about this giant in legends, but they had never seen him with their own eyes. The figure of the giant got closer, and only then did he see that his appearance was very terrifying. His body was covered with a very ugly pale color, and each of his two hands held a handful of gold and non-gold, Huge weapons that look like wood but not wood, like madness, violently swing towards the void of the sky, sometimes with too much force, and fall to the ground with a "shattering" sound, causing high splashes.

The most frightening thing was that this frenzied giant had no head. His head was empty and severed at the neck, but no one knew what his original appearance was. The giant Xingtian's chest and abdomen are like splashed oil paint, with chaotic lines, scars, and blood stains. For some reason, there are a pair of cloudy and lifeless eyes on his breasts, and a pair of big eyes on his belly button. It has a big ugly mouth, and the one that makes a terrible cry is this hideous big mouth located in the center of the belly. The headless giant, Xing Tian, ​​let out a tragic cry from the mouth in his belly, brandished a nameless huge weapon, and kept stabbing in the rainy wilderness of ancient China, as if he wanted to find out some enemy and kill him. He put it to death.

Xing Tian's figure is also very strange, as if it is a pattern of fuzzy failure, the outline of the body is sometimes unclear, as if it is about to evaporate in the mist of the wilderness, but after a burst of phosphorescence, it becomes clear again, and he keeps fighting hard. Stabbing, screaming loudly.And amidst his miserable cries, a few meaningless words could be faintly heard, which may be people's names, or it may be aimless babbling. Many years later, a middle-aged man who had seen Xing Tian in the wilderness tried to remember those meaningless syllables when he narrated the legend of this headless giant.

"...Of course, at that time, I only cared about my ears not being deafened, so I didn't pay much attention to what he was yelling..." The middle-aged man said in confusion: "But, I seem to hear him crying what name……" "Whose name is that?" People who listened to the narration would always ask curiously at this time. "It seems to be saying, talking about something..." For decades, the middle-aged man still remembers the syllables of the name very clearly. Of course, he will never know the true meaning of the name throughout his life.Even though this name has touched the hearts of the most famous adventure heroes in many other great ages.

"What he said," the middle-aged man would say word for word: "Ge... Lei... Xin..." Of course, these ancient Chinese civilians would never know the true identity of the giant Xingtian, nor would they know that the headless Xingtian is the handsome god "Nandou" who ruled the "Heavenly Court" on Kunlun Mountain decades ago. In the "Heavenly Court" in the ancient mythical world, the Fengshen and handsome Nandou is the head of all the gods in the heavenly court, but his real identity is an alien from the centaur constellation, who came to the earth through the space distortion of "constellation time and space". .

"Nandou" from the centaur constellation built the mythical world of "Tianting" with technology beyond the times, and transformed the physique of biochemical men and policemen from the 24th century AD into the great gods in ancient Chinese mythology: Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Nu Wo, Yu Qiang, Hou Yi, Gun. Among these great gods, there have also been many great deeds that have been passed down for thousands of years. Water and fire battle. Gonggong knocked down the mountain of indecision. The female snail mends the sky. Kuafu goes by day. Hou Yi shot the sun. Gun robbed the land. According to the original wish of "Nandou", it was originally intended to mix the physiques of humans and dinosaurs on the earth to form an extremely powerful combat force, first to capture the earth, and then return to the Centaur galaxy. Therefore, he conspired to launch the most tragic battle in the ancient war of gods: "Battle of Zhuolu". However, such an ambitious hegemony like Nandou was shattered on a small island in the south.There, he met the famous hero of time, Grexin, and within one move, he was beheaded by Grexin's rusty sword. Through the unique magnetic field of this mythical space-time, Nandou's headless corpses did not all die. Instead, they mutated into giant headless giants, waving their weapons at nothingness in the wilderness all day long, as if they would not kill Ge Lei Xin's body was broken into pieces and vowed not to give up. The strange figure of Xing Tian, ​​a headless giant, left a deep impression on the minds of the people of the land in ancient China. With the word of mouth, it has been passed down for a long time.Among the poets of the Jin Dynasty in ancient China, they once wrote two famous lines about the figure of Xing Tian. "Xing Tianwu is a relative, and his fierce will is always there." At that time, the old man stared blankly at the figure of the giant Xing Tian in the dense rain, and listened to Xing Tian's eternal tragic cry, suddenly recalling the mythical sky and the tragic battle of gods he had seen in his youth, he still couldn't help shivering . The young man who didn't know how powerful was still fainted on the ground, and the middle-aged people waited until Xing Tian was gone, and the thrilling screams stopped raging, and then turned their heads to look at the old man shyly. Although they have heard the legend of Xing Tian from time to time since they were young, this is the first time for everyone to experience this frightening scene. After a long time, Xing Tian's tragic cry finally disappeared in the wilderness, drowned in the sound of rain, and the old man's eyes became even more hollow.In his desolate vision, he seemed to have returned to the famous battle of gods that was extremely brutal and cruel on the earth many years ago. The "Zhuolu God War" in the fourth millennium BC. The old man's voice seemed hollow in the heavy rain, but the content of the narration was still thrilling. Most of the middle-aged people who listened to the old man's narration failed to witness this famous battle of gods with their own eyes, but they heard the words and phrases of the old man from time to time when they were growing up. In this heavy rain that has been falling for thirty-six years, the quiet voice is like a magic finger, passing among the listeners, flowing slowly in the mind, and turning into a picture full of blood. The Fiendish Book.The tragic cries of the gods fighting to the death on the plain seemed to still be heard clearly. The young man who was stunned by Xing Tian's screams just now seemed to be in a warm and dark dream. For a moment, the boy didn't know where he was, and he didn't remember who he was. He only vaguely remembered a thunderstorm afternoon sleeping in his mother's arms when he was a child. Mother seemed to be humming some song softly in the dark sky and rain, but she couldn't hear it clearly. The boy felt that he was trying very hard to hear what song his mother was humming, but in the singing, he could vaguely see scenes of tragic and chaotic wars. On the other side of the river of more distant memories, it seems that the shocking sound of killing can still be heard. The boy heard the sound of rain again. At this time, the sound of the rain hitting the ground was approaching from far away, and his vision gradually became clearer along with his hearing.His consciousness has gradually cleared up, and he returned to this land of suffering in ancient China. But when he settled down, he found that there was a smell of water vapor in the dark thatched hut. And the silence of the room. And that sense of absolute silence was revealed from the dry voice of the old man. The old man spoke, and everyone listened with bated breath. The young man collected himself and got up quietly. Everyone didn't pay attention to him, but focused on the story and legend told by the old man. At this time, the old man was talking about the scene where a group of tauren from the Great Court of the South attacked the "Zhuolu Field" of the Heavenly Court of Kunlun with a loud noise. After listening to a few words, the young man was fascinated by the scene. At that moment, the sound of rain disappeared, and the feeling of silence also disappeared.The whole world seemed to have returned to the ancient plain where the yellow sand was everywhere and the battle was brutal. "...Speaking of the Chiyou God Clan in the south..." The old man's voice sounded like a weak groan: "No one is stronger than them. Bronze head and iron forehead, bull's head and human body. And the one who led them to attack Zhuolu, But it's the 'Water God' Gong Gong who knocked over the mountains of heaven..." The quiet loess land. However, the brief silence that was as dewy as lightning was completely shattered by a violent sound of footsteps.The Chiyou tribe from the south crossed the sea on foot, as fierce as a gust of wind, and fought fiercely in the rain with the gods of the Kunlun Heavenly Court in the wild of Zhuolu. The "Water God" Gonggong turned into a huge water curtain, rushing to the forefront of the Chiyou tribe.Fighting head-on with Zhu Rong, the "God of Fire" in the Kunlun Heavenly Court, in an instant, the entire world was almost filled with splashes and flames. The appearance of Zhu Rong loomed in the flames, vaguely as if she was a beautiful woman covered in flames. She and Gonggong seemed to have a lifelong love-hate relationship, a battle between water and fire, the light illuminated the whole world, and sometimes reconnected with each other. Strike, sometimes entangled. According to the legend many years ago, Gonggong once knocked down the mountain of Wuzhou because of Zhu Rong's betrayal, almost destroying the whole world. Under the light of water and fire, dragons from prehistoric times appeared on the other side of the earth. The legendary giant beasts that originally only lived among the stratum fossils appeared under the blue sky again, facing the copper-headed iron dragons. Uh, the Chiyou protoss with the body of a bull head. And above the ferocious dinosaur group, a huge long figure also appeared at this time, whistling with wind and rain.It seemed that the Chiyou God Clan, who were fearless between heaven and earth, finally showed a look of fear in their pupils at this time, and several Chiyou clansmen couldn't help but shouted in the wilderness: "Yinglong! Yinglong!" That Yinglong is extremely long and huge, with no scales or armor on his body, and no wings or fins on his back, but he hovers in the sky like the most flexible spirit creature, bringing violent wind and rain wherever he goes. , and beat the Chiyou God Clan into chaos. Among the southern gods, the raptor-like heavenly gods Feng Bo and Yu Shi radiated enormous divine power at this time, and the wind and fog made the battlefield become a world of white clouds and mist, sometimes rolling up sharp waves on the plains. The cold wind blinded everyone's vision. The Gods of the Kunlun Great Court who had the upper hand suffered from this accident. They didn't know how to deal with it for a while. Mourning Hirano. In the strong wind, in the clouds and mist, nothing can be seen, and in the howling wind, nothing can be heard, only occasionally seeing the fiery light emitted by the water and fire gods when they are fighting. However, amidst the strong wind and heavy fog, there was a sharp and rough terrible roar suddenly. Wherever the roar passed, the strong wind and water mist receded in response to the sound, and scorching water vapor was also emitted. That ugly roar came from a fiery wind, and in the foehn, the shout was clearer, the voice was male and female, hoarse and unpleasant, and after listening carefully, it was only heard that it had been repeating Two words: "Han Kui! Han Kui!" In the huge foehn, the figure of Kunlun Great God gradually appeared, emitting huge heat, but his ugly appearance made people gasp. It turned out that the great god who called himself "Hankui" was about the same size as an ordinary person. His figure was slender and delicate like a woman's, but his appearance was very ugly. The skin on his face was like leather or bark, and the top of his head was sparse. There is not much hair, and a few black braids hang down on the back of the head. One eye seems to be blind, but the other eye is rolled up, looking at the sky cloudily. Although she has such an ugly appearance, this "Hankui" goddess has incomparable heat, and she emits heat wherever she goes, burning the wind and fog that Fengbo and Yushi painstakingly disperse without a trace. The Kunlun Protoss also turned the tide of the battle in such a battle, and wiped out most of the Chiyou tribe, leaving the corpses of this group of iron-headed men from the south strewn across the field, and their majestic bodies lay horizontally on the yellow sand land in the north. Washed by rainwater and chewed by insects and ants, it turns into loess spring mud.However, Ying Long and Han Kui, who made great efforts in this battle of gods and won the victory, did not seem to end well. Before the Zhuolu God War, the "Jianmu" channel between the gods and the human world was cut off by the Heavenly Emperor. After the God War, Yinglong and Hankui failed to return to the heaven for some reason. Yinglong disappeared with the dragon clan, and Hankui However, he went to the south, and the dry land was still thousands of miles away, and he became the most hated evil god in people's eyes. And the old man's narration also slowly ended in the defeat of the Yingyou tribe. The space filled with the sound of rain became even darker now, and time flowed silently as the old man narrated the battle of Zhuolu God.Several middle-aged people returned to their original dead expressions, but Ye Xun still had more to say, because of his youth, he still had incomparable curiosity in his heart. "Then... what happened next?" There was a small flame in his young eyes, "What happened to those great gods? What about Gong Gong and Zhu Rong? Who lost and who won? Did the loser die?" The old man gave him a cold look and did not answer. "Also," the young man continued to ask excitedly: "Where is Xing Tian? Which side is Xing Tian the great god? Who cut off his head?" Obviously, the old man didn't want to answer his question at all, so he simply closed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? You know, you must know, right?" The young man tugged at the old man's sleeve and said pleadingly: "Also, why can't Yinglong and Hankui go back to the heaven? Chi You What about the family? Have they all perished? Is there still Chi You in this world?" The young man's curiosity didn't seem to arouse the old man's interest at all. The old man pondered for a long time, but decided not to answer. The boy still wanted to say something, but in the dark little hut, a shocking change happened at this time. Like the lid of a pot being lifted, the thatched roof of the small hut was lifted away with a "wow". It closed up.Without the roof, the endless raindrops outside sprinkled on everyone's face. The young man was terrified, and looked around, only to find that the surroundings of the thatched hut were already filled with a large group of black people. The faces of the group of people were gloomy, and the clothes on their bodies were not very bright. Although they were a little better than the people in the hut, they still had a desolate look. In the wilderness, it has been raining for decades. Floods, disasters, and ferocious animals are commonplace in this land. It is a distant dream to say that anyone is living a stable and comfortable life. Among the crowd, an ox cart was slowly rolled out, and a middle-aged man with a rather dignified appearance was sitting in the cart.Behind the car was a huge animal skin banner, on which was painted a strange animal that looked like a snake but not a snake, or a dragon but not a dragon. The young man stared blankly at the patterns and colors on the flag, and vaguely remembered the mythical god mentioned by the old man just now: Yinglong. The middle-aged man wears a very peculiar hat, with long and wide hat ears hanging from both sides of the head, and a hideous face is painted on the hat ears. Upon closer inspection, even the back of the head has such a decoration , at first glance, this middle-aged man seems to have four faces. "How many mud dogs still don't kneel down to worship?" An old man with a sharp voice next to the middle-aged man shouted: "Seeing our Xuanyuan clan chief, why don't you bow down?" It turned out that this group of people was a tribe in Huangsha Plain, named Xuanyuan, who were originally the people under the jurisdiction of the god "Nandou". The clan is the patriarch. This middle-aged man should be the patriarch of the Xuanyuan clan, Gongsun Xuanyuan. Gongsun Xuanyuan glanced coldly at the group of ragged people, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, but also a bit of cruelty. Several middle-aged people couldn't help kneeling down when their legs softened.The old man bent his feet tremblingly, and also knelt in the muddy water. The young man's face was pale, he looked at Gongsun Xuanyuan blankly, he didn't know whether he was nervous or lost, but he still stood upright.A big man from the Xuanyuan clan came over and stretched out his foot to bend his hind legs before kicking the young man to his knees. Gongsun Xuanyuan glanced at them again, and then said loudly: "I am the patriarch of the Xuanyuan clan. I am not a mortal, but the king of gods!" His voice was clear and clear, and it spread far away in the wilderness amidst the sound of rain: "There is Emperor Yan in the south, and Emperor Heaven in Kunlun, but in the human world, I am the only king who is the greatest. From then on, you will call me 'Yellow Emperor' '!" "You!" Gongsun Xuanyuan glared at the young man sideways, "You just asked about those great gods and Zhuolu, right?" The young man glanced at him hesitantly, then took a peek at the surrounding Xuanyuan clansmen, and reluctantly nodded. "I cut off Xingtian's head." Gongsun Xuanyuan said proudly: "I fought with him for seven days on Changyang Mountain, and finally cut off his head, but he still refused to admit defeat. For the eyes, and the belly button for the mouth. You have seen what he looks like, haven't you?" "I ordered Yinglong to come to the field of Zhuolu to fight. I gave him the wind, rain, and divine power. And Hankui is my youngest daughter. I summoned her to fight against Chiyou, and I even Order your subordinates to make compass chariots in the wind and mist, and only then will the battle be won." "I ordered my wife, Lei Zu, to weave silk and make clothes. I also ordered my historian Cangjie to create characters. On the night Cangjie created characters, millet fell from the sky, and ghosts cried at night. You say, don't you?" Hearing Gongsun Xuanyuan's yell, his followers didn't dare to be negligent, they all raised their arms and yelled in the rain: "The sky is falling millet! The sky is falling millet! Ghost night cry! Ghost night cry!" Amidst the yelling, Gongsun Xuanyuan seemed extremely satisfied. He stroked his beard, looked around with a smile, and raised his hand after a while to signal his clansmen to silence. "Therefore, I am the king of men, the king of kings, I am the Yellow Emperor, stronger than the Yan Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor, my divine power spreads all over the world, and I am your ruler!" The young man and everyone knelt in the rain, listening to his impassioned speech, but for some reason, they couldn't feel any sense of reverence or admiration. Gongsun Xuanyuan talked loudly about his great achievements for a long time, and finally stopped when he ran out of words. The old man with a sharp voice beside him winked in the direction of the big men, and the big men quietly walked around behind the boy and the others, and suddenly tied their arms and necks tightly with leather ropes . Facing the sudden change, the young man was a little stunned, while the middle-aged men were struggling desperately, while the old man knelt on the ground stubbornly, refusing to give in. The big man who pulled him hit harder, and then Drag him to the ground, causing splashes all over the ground. "You..." the boy yelled, "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" The old man of the Xuanyuan clan said coldly, "After meeting a great hero like our patriarch, don't you want to join our clan?" "I don't want to!" the young man said stubbornly, "And I know that you don't want us to be members of the Xuanyuan clan, you want us to be servants of the Xuanyuan clan!" At this time, one of the bound middle-aged men became stronger, and the man who bound him couldn't catch him, so he broke free, but he didn't run a few steps, but was caught back again. Next to the boy, there were two big men holding him tightly. Although he was struggling desperately, he was still firmly held. And the old man was even more stubborn, he fell on the ground covering his head, buried his face in his arms and refused to move, the Xuanyuan people kicked him a few times, but he didn't move. A gloomy look flashed across Gongsun Xuanyuan's face: "Aren't you guys willing to follow us?" The boy shouted angrily: "I won't even die!" Gongsun Xuanyuan didn't speak anymore, but made a gesture slowly.At this time, the old man raised his head in a moment and saw his hand gesture. The old man had lived in this wilderness all his life, and he knew quite well about the Xuanyuan clan's cruelty and war. When he saw Gongsun Xuanyuan's movements, he knew something was going to happen. Whether Gongsun Xuanyuan is the king of the gods or not, the old man does not know, but the cruelty of this tribe is known far and near. "...Little...be careful..." While the words were still in his ears, he heard a scream, and one of the middle-aged people's face was covered with blood, and he slowly collapsed, his brain burst and died. Behind him, a Xuanyuan clansman held a jade sword with a grin on his face. Gongsun Xuanyuan ignored them any longer, and his attendants pushed the ox cart and turned away, leaving only a few clansmen holding weapons. The young man opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to do, but he heard a bone shattering sound, another middle-aged man groaned, and fell down in the mud all over the place. But the old man was unexpectedly calm, just looking at the young man with old-fashioned eyes, as if looking at the distant horizon behind the young man, while humming a clan's dirge. "Life is alive, like Lilu..." Then, only a "pop" was heard, and the old man was also hit on the head by the Xuanyuan people, and fell to the ground and died. Just when the young man was about to ask for mercy, a long and clear howling sound suddenly appeared in the distance. Amidst the howling sound, several Xuanyuan clansmen who had previously been ferocious seemed to have seen some terrible ghosts, and before they had time to kill the boy and the remaining three middle-aged people, they let go of the leather ropes that bound them, and fled . And Gongsun Xuanyuan and a group of people who were already in the distance also seemed to have seen some ghost, the team suddenly became chaotic, and left in the rain angrily. After all, the young man was still young, and when he saw such a narrow escape, his heart relaxed, and he collapsed as if he had collapsed. When he fell like this, he saw the corpse of the old man with his eyes wide open, as if he was still alive, staring up at the sky blankly.However, under his body, mixed with the rain, there was a scarlet blood stain all over the place. The howling sound was getting closer and closer, and in the youth's misty eyes, he saw several people slowly appearing from the rain.The headed man was short and fat, but his complexion was extremely rough and dark, as if he had experienced many years of wind and frost. The fat man approached the boy and saw a few corpses on the ground, with a gentle and compassionate expression on his face. "It's all right..." the fat black man said in a low voice.His voice has a soothing power, and there is a warm feeling in the sound of the rain, "You will be fine." The young man looked at the man in a daze, murmured, and unconsciously blurted out the question in his heart. "You... who are you?" The man smiled, his white teeth were brilliant under his dark face, and he had an unexpectedly childish expression: "My name is Yu," he wiped the water from his face and smiled softly, "All my people call me Dayu." In the following decades, the young man and Dayu traveled all over the disaster land in ancient China.The perennial rain did not stop until the forty-third year. In the wilderness, there were almost everywhere huge floods that killed countless people and destroyed tens of thousands of mu of fertile land in an instant. As the years passed, the young man was of course no longer a young man. He followed Dayu through thousands of mountains and rivers, dredged the flooded rivers he passed, and rescued the people in countless plains.Because of the kindness of Dayu, the people in the plains also began to call Dayu by the title of "King Yu". During the long years, King Yu traveled all over the Kyushu and all the rivers, dedicating his life and years to all his subjects. At this time, the young man was already a gray-haired old man, and the appearance of King Yu was getting weaker and older.The young man never knew the age of King Yu, but he only knew that King Yu had personally experienced the ancient battle of the Zhuolu God. The young man himself was already nearly a hundred years old, but King Yu might be even older than him. many. In the afternoon of spring, King Yu quietly left the people who supported him, and only took the gray-haired young man on a long journey again. However, the end of this journey is completely different from the previous ones.In the past, the end points that King Yu and he went to were always fierce and huge rivers.This time, the end of the long journey was an unknown hill. A small hill that is very close to Kunlun Mountain in the ancient God Realm. According to King Yu, the name of this hill is Tushan. It was dusk when the boy and King Yu arrived at Tushan.The old and withered figure of King Yu stands majestically under the red and fiery sunset, casting a long shadow. After decades of getting along, the young man knew that King Yu was recalling the past again. Deep in King Yu's memory, there was a group of old friends who didn't seem to exist in the world. No, even King Yu himself never mentioned his origin. Therefore, no one has ever known where King Yu's wisdom and divine power, which are completely different from ordinary people, come from. And the young man, like other members of King Yu's family, respected King Yu like a god. Under such circumstances, no one dared to disturb him. However, this time was a little different from usual, because King Yu was not immersed in the sea of ​​memories all the time, he looked back at the young man thoughtfully, and beckoned him to come over. The young man walked over quietly, and stared side by side with King Yu at the distant horizon, glowing with sapphire blue and deep purple rays. After a long time, King Yu spoke gently. "You..." At the beginning, King Yu's old voice seemed a little hesitant, "...you have been with me for many years, right?" "Yes." The boy respectfully took the lead. "It's been so many years, but I still do too little," King Yu sighed, "Life is too short to compare with morning dew..." "But you, King Yu, have saved tens of thousands of people in the plains," the young man said sincerely, "No one has ever been able to do this, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for anyone to do so in the future." "Not even Xuanyuan?" King Yu laughed and said, "You got your little life from them back then!" "Although Gongsun Xuanyuan can rule the people with brute force, no amount of force can control the sincerity of the people in the world." "In future history, people will only remember Xuanyuan, and only remember that Xuanyuan is the lord of the people. You and I have suffered for so many years, but you don't have the reputation of Xuanyuan people. Honestly, do you regret it later?" Looking at King Yu's soft and warm eyes, the young Lao Mao's eyes suddenly became moist, and his chest was suddenly filled with pride. "No regrets!" He shouted loudly: "I have followed King Yu all my life, and I have never regretted it for a moment!" King Yu smiled tolerantly, but his eyes suddenly shook, and his expression became solemn. The young man followed his gaze and looked in the direction of the north, but he couldn't see anything. King Yu's expression became more worried, but he smiled reluctantly and muttered, as if he was talking to himself, but he also seemed to be talking to someone. "Kunlun..." He whispered repeatedly: "Kunlun..." "What Kunlun?" "It's nothing," King Yu said with a wry smile, "I can't interfere with this matter, and it has nothing to do with you..." "yes." "But I have something important to tell you." "King Yu, please tell me," the young man nodded again, "I will do my best to help King Yu." Looking at the young man's old face, King Yu remembered the scene of seeing him for the first time in the heavy rain in the wilderness decades ago, and smiled desolately. "My time has come, I have to leave this world," King Yu ignored the young man's astonishment, and went on, "The place where I come from and where I am going are beyond your ability to know, so you don't have to. To get to the bottom of it, just keep my words firmly in mind and do one by one, that’s all, you know?” "I know." The young man nodded: "I will remember every word of King Yu." King Yu smiled. At this time, the sun had gradually set in the west, and the rays of light shone on his face, as if it was a thousand strands of brilliance, which made the young man hardly dare to look directly at him. "I am the son of Tushan, born from the top of Tushan. I am Yu, but I am also Gun. I have traveled through nine states and hundreds of rivers, but I have also ruled the kingdom of mythology. But I am also a citizen of another world. I have been from time to time. Perry came here, changed from a passer-by to an ancient man, but he didn't know if he could return to his old capital..." As expected, most of the young man didn't understand what King Yu said. Fortunately, he had a good memory, and after repeating it several times in his mouth, he could remember it clearly. "The day when I leave the world is imminent, but I will come back again, and when I reappear in the world, I will still be Yu, I will still be Gun, but I will also be 'Qi'." "Qi..." the boy asked suspiciously. "Back then, I was born in the dust and my father's body. After I passed away, my son will also be born in the dust..." King Yu looked at the young man calmly, and suddenly waved his hand, "You go to the East!" have a look." The young man looked suspiciously in the direction that King Yu pointed, and found that overlooking there was a long and towering mound. After looking closely for a while, he couldn't help opening his eyes wide. Because, that mound turned out to be a gigantic lying earthen figure.At least dozens of people were tall, with their arms crossed, lying peacefully on the mountainside of Tushan. "That... that is..." The boy's throat seemed extremely dry, and he was speechless for a while. "That's my father, but it's also me. My father's name is 'Great God Gun'. He stole the land in the heaven and came to the people to help the people, but was killed by the emperor on Yushan. But the body of my father, the Great God Gun, is unknown. Why, appearing on the top of Mount Tu and resting here forever, but I was born from my father's muddy body, I don't know if he is my father, or just myself..." The teenager was even more confused when he heard this, but he didn't know where to start. "The time has come for me to leave this world. I will turn into dust like my father, but my son will be born in the dust again. At that time, I will be the son of Tushan again. You must take good care of me." Here, King Yu's expression became extremely serious, "You can do this?" "Okay." The boy said firmly. "Life and death are disillusioned, like stars and lightning," said King Yu leisurely, "Life is extinction, and death is life." The young man still didn't understand what King Yu said, but he still nodded in agreement. "In a few days, I will turn into dust and be reborn in the dust. At that time, you can name me 'Qi', do you know?" "Know." Night came gradually amidst King Yu's murmurs. King Yu seemed to have exhausted his strength, and he stopped talking after nightfall, just sat quietly under the moonlight. The young man stood by King Yu's side respectfully. In the middle of the night, he could no longer bear the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep. In the early morning of the next day, the boy was awakened by the sunlight in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he was stunned with fright. King Yu's body was reflected in the golden sunlight in the morning, but it gave off a lifeless earthy luster. The boy walked over stiffly, checked King Yu's breath, and found that he hadn't breathed for a long time.而且更惊人的是，少年碰了碰禹王的脸颊，却在指尖沽了几颗尘上。 穷其一生，为天下黎民治水的大禹王，果然在离开人间后化为了尘土！ 少年在涂山之巅不自觉地跪下，放声大哭，伏下身子对禹王的泥身不住下拜。 因为有禹王先前的交代，纵使少年对禹王生前说过的话几乎完全不解，却仍然不敢乱动他的身体，只是在禹王的泥身上搭了个茅棚，不让风雨吹打，自己则在一旁餐风露宿，只凭山泉和野果充饥。 到了第九日，涂山之上开始下起绵绵细雨，像是多年前那场四十三年的霾雨。 雨水从茅棚的顶端渗下，滴在禹王遗体的脸上，混着泥的水珠从他的脸上流下，仿佛他在生前为了治水，在火毒的炎阳下流出的晶莹汗珠。 少年急忙拿过一方粗布，小心翼翼地在禹王的泥脸上揩拭。 雨声中，涂山山巅没有风，一片静寂。 然而，少年擦拭禹王脸庞的动作却突地停止。 哭声！ 传入少年苍老耳中的，是一阵微弱的婴儿哭声。 少年像是泥塑木雕似的楞在那儿好一会，却听见那婴儿的声音越来越洪亮。 而且倾耳一听，哭声居然是从禹王的泥像中传来的。 突然之间，禹王的身子侧了侧，仿佛有生命似地动了一下。 然后，一阵轻微的“毕剥”声从泥像处传来，那婴儿的洪亮哭声更是清晰不已。 少年像是做梦一般，向禹王的泥像拜了拜，伸手在肚腹处掏了掏，便从泥像中抱出来一个脸色红润可爱的婴儿。 这时候，禹王生前说过的话，却像是最清澈澄明的溪水，流过他的脑海：“几天内，我会化为尘土，却在尘土中重生，到时候，你可以将我取名为'启'……我本是涂山之子，生自涂山之巅，我是禹，却也是鲧……” 这个婴儿，想来就是禹王的后代，而且从泥像中神奇出生，“启”这个名字果然贴切不已。 在绵绵的春雨之中，少年抱着婴儿在禹王的遗蜕前伫立良久，这才举着一顶荷叶，遮着婴儿“启”的小脸，冒雨下山。 此后，这婴儿在禹王族人的部落中长大，同样走遍九州，同样也成为拯救万民的治水人王，后来因为感怀禹王的恩泽，拥戴“启”的人民越来越多，在古代中国的旷野之上，便出现了国号称为“夏”的伟大王朝。 而在这王朝的传说中，鲧盗息壤、大禹治水的神话便这样流传千年，直到数千年后仍然让人传颂低回。 花开花落，花落花开，英雄的足迹，也一次一次地再次出现在黄沙平野、烟雨江南。夏王朝中期，旷野之上曾经出现过一位不世出的英雄，带着一柄长弓，在最凶险的森林江海间猎杀害人的猛兽，让人民免于恐惧与惊惶。 而这名气宇不凡的伟大英雄，如果你问他的名字与来历，他会这样慷慨豪情地大声笑道：“我的名字，是一个射日的久远回忆，曾经在神界中，我是一个神力无比的伟大天神，时光流转，荒沙漫漫，却连我自己也记不得那时的事了，”那英雄这样朗声笑着：“但是，我的名字叫做羿，你们也可以叫我'后羿'！” 然而，后羿的英雄事迹最终却仍然只是旷野上的一个悲剧。在万千黎民的拥戴之下，后羿逐了夏朝之主，做了夏国国王，但是再怎么样伟大的英雄，都抵不过醇酒和美人的芬芳。 在夏朝的土地之上，后羿最终还是被宠臣寒捉设计害死，这位一代的天神英雄，临死的时候脑部被巨棒击碎，伴随他的，却只剩下一根沾血的桃木巨棒，以及一份属于亘古及未来的模糊记忆。 据说，后羿临死之前，曾经喃喃哭喊着重覆的字眼。他说的是两个和当年禹王离世而同样也说过的两个字：“昆仑！昆仑！” 滚滚黄沙何所逝，长使豪强泪沾襟。 当后羿的传说逐渐湮没在平野上的时候，人间还曾经流传过许许多多龙族的传奇。 “黄帝令应龙攻蚩尤，蚩尤请风伯雨师以从，大风雨，黄帝乃下天女旱魁以止雨，雨止，遂杀蚩尤。” “龙者鳞虫之长，能幽能明，能细能巨，能短能长，春分而登天，秋分而潜渊。” “豢龙子养龙为业，死则盐而食之。” 夏朝末年，人间已然出现战乱，遍地已然出现哀惨的哭声。 曾经，在一个凄凉的月夜之中，古代中国的黄沙平野上出现了千百只巨兽的踪影。 曾经，这些巨兽只不过是出现在地层岩块问的亿万年古化朽，却因为时空的命运安排，再次出现这个六千五百万年后的人类世界。 放眼望过去，这些生长在数千万年前的巨大恐龙，显得相当的温驯。虽然它们体积庞大，脚步声隆隆震动，步伐间却乖顺得很。为首的是一群如同牛只大小的原角龙，它们身上的花纹斑拦华丽，如鹦鹉般的嘴喙不停地四下嗅闻。 在原角龙的身后，是一群头颅形状酷似欧洲中世纪僧侣的厚头龙，有几只厚头龙的背上甚至骑乘着骑士。 恐龙群之中，有时会发出悠长凄凉的笛声，那声音发自行伍中的几只副龙栉龙，它们头顶上中空的饰角，与鼻腔中的空气震动，便能发出凄美悠长的笛声。 跟在后头的，则是体积更大的三犄龙、背上有直立甲盾的角龙类“大白华阳龙”、长相狞恶的肉食“永川龙”、以及身量体积最大，脖子长长伸出的雷龙属“马门溪龙”，还有天空中轻轻地盘桓着几只长蛟一般的奇形恐龙，它们没有翅膀，没有鳞甲，却仍然能够自在地在天空飞翔。 这，难道便是传说中的应龙？ 这样一支声势浩大的恐龙群，却像是无家可归的浪子一般，在黄沙平野上蹒跚而行，赶牧它们的，便是一群戴着黄色怪状冠冕的人。 戴着黄冠的人们脸上露出风尘之色，每个人的神情也极为沉重，仿佛不知道前方有着什么样的命运等着他们，他们因为战乱，已经失去了自己千百年来赖以生存的家园，此刻却不知道要到什么地方去。 那群牧龙人之中，有个满脸皱纹的老者此刻却在口中喃喃自语。 “昆仑！昆仑！” 在月色下，龙族便这样落寞地赶着路，只盼这群本不应存在于这个世界的巨兽，能在这个乱世中，找到一个安身立命之处。 星空中，那凄凉的副龙栉龙笛声已经逐渐远去。 龙踪已渺。 It was late at night.