Chapter 2 Chapter 1 The Shang Dynasty Tyrant Six Hundred Years Later

At the end of the Xia Dynasty, Emperor Liang had no way, and Shang Tang replaced him. The Yin and Shang Dynasty ruled the world for six hundred and forty years. It started from Chengtang, to Taijia, to Wuding, to Emperor Yi, and passed down to Emperor Yi. He had three sons. The eldest son was Wei Ziqi, and the second son Wei Wei Ziyan, the third son is called Shouwang. King Shou was good at archery, talented, and handsome. Emperor Yi made him the crown prince. Emperor Yi died after reigning for thirty years. That is the world-famous King Zhou. In summer, the scorching sun and the sound of cicadas are everywhere.

It was the early years of King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty. On the outskirts of Chaoge City, the capital, on a winding path among the forests, a burly man was walking. The man had a thick and thick beard on his white face. His surname was Sangyang, and his single name was Di. He was from Chaoge City. He usually made a living by hunting and chopping firewood. He has learned excellent kung fu, and now he is holding a bronze broadsword upside down in his hand, and he is carrying a large bag made of firewood on his back, looking as if he is about to travel far. Sangyangdi walked extremely fast under the blazing sun.Although he was full of heat, there was no tired look on his face.

His steps were steady, and he didn't see any bumps on the mountain road. Occasionally, he watched intently to see if there were any beasts or poisonous insects watching his surroundings. His eyes were as cold as lightning, and he also had a sense of majesty. Under the scorching sun, Sangyangdi wiped the sweat from his forehead, the bag on his back suddenly trembled, and a small face emerged from the clothes.It was a little boy about three or four years old, with a black bun on the top of his head and lively and mischievous eyes.Sang Yangdi's eyes suddenly turned gentle, turned to look at the little boy, and took out a preserved apricot from his arms.

"Yang'er, are you tired?" He smiled gently: "It's almost there, wait for daddy a little longer." The little boy giggled, took the preserved apricots and went into the bag again without saying a word. Sang Yangdi looked at his son's small figure, and he didn't know whether it was pity or bitterness in his heart. His wife died of illness not long ago, leaving him and his only son Yang'er behind. She is considerate and doesn't cry often, which makes Sang Yangdi feel relieved. Recently, Sang Yangdi heard business travelers from all over Chaoge City mention that because the emperor, King Zhou, was gradually neglecting political affairs, there was already a somewhat uneasy atmosphere in Chaoge City. A silk merchant from Jichuan said that the Marquis of Jizhou Because Su Hu disagreed with the court's favorites, he was planning to send troops to fight against business, and had already fought several battles with the troops sent by the capital.

And several servants who came out of King Zhou's palace also mentioned that the princes in the four directions did not obey King Zhou very much, and they always felt dissatisfied in their hearts. Therefore, different messages have been circulated in the capital. Some people say The emperor will send troops to arrest the princes who disobey the court, and some people say that King Zhou will lead the four princes to Chaoge City, and then execute them. Therefore, although Chaoge City is still prosperous, Shengge can be heard everywhere.But in the dark corners of the city, one can faintly evoke the sense of uncertainty that the mountain rain is about to come.

Before Yang'er's death, Yang'er's mother had tears in her eyes and asked Sang Yangdi to raise her only son well. But since there was such a turbulent situation in Chaoge City, Sang Yangdi resolutely decided to leave the capital and go to the place where the child's grandfather lived. The land "Xiqi" planned to build a small thatched hut there, and spend the rest of his life there with his sheep. Although he only walked for a long time on the outskirts of the city, Sang Yangdi could faintly feel that this area of ​​mountains and rivers has been covered with a faint magical atmosphere. There are strange bright eyes, and rumors of bandits and rebels can be heard from time to time on the ground.However, as long as he thinks of his son's genuine smile that day, Sang Yangdi feels light in his hands and feet, as if he would be willing to accept any kind of hardship or difficulty just for this child.

Walking through a hill, there is a green grove, and a shopkeeper has set up a few small tea sheds beside the grove.Sang Yangdi walked over quickly, ordered two bowls of tea, and took the little sheep out of the bag.The father and son drank herbal tea and ate a few pieces of dry food happily. In the dining and drinking room, Sang Yangdi asked the shopkeeper for the direction of travel. It turns out that the border of Enzhou is behind this forest. There is a Nvsnail Temple near the border. Besides, there is no place to rest. "But I don't know, can the post house be used for our father and son to rest?" Sang Yangdi asked casually.

Unexpectedly, the old shop owner showed a dignified and worried expression. "If you want to rest your feet, the old man advises the strong man to sleep outside rather than go to the post in the capital." "I'd rather sleep outside?" Sang Yangdi said with a smile, "What's the point?" The old shopkeeper looked around tremblingly.Although the sun was shining all around and the scenery was beautiful, he had an expression as if a scary monster would appear at any moment and choose to devour him. Sure enough, the answer given by the old shopkeeper was related to the strange thing.

"In the posthouse," the old shopkeeper whispered tremblingly, "there are goblins who are harmful." "The goblin harms people?" Sang Yangdi laughed loudly: "I want to know what kind of goblin harms people?" Seeing his indifferent expression, the old shopkeeper put his finger on his mouth in panic. "Strong man, strong man, don't say that, the goblin is ever-changing, how do you know that it is not around us, please be careful, strong man." Sang Yangdi slapped the table, and laughed loudly and loudly: "Long Lang Qiankun, a real hero, how can I believe such strange powers? I, Sang Yangdi, walk upright and sit firmly, no matter what kind of Monsters and delusion, all of them are out of my sight!"

Seeing his attitude, the old store owner couldn't say anything more, so he sighed and went back to the tea shed to get busy. The little boy Yang'er also found it amusing to see his father suddenly so excited, and smiled grinningly, showing his small teeth. Sang Yangdi gently stroked his young hair, and was about to say something, but suddenly heard a hehe laughter from behind. The one who laughed was an old man with white hair and white beard. Judging by the attire on his body, he should be a hunter on the mountain. This old man had an ordinary appearance, holding a bowl of herbal tea in his hand and trembling uncontrollably, he stained his beard with a lot of tea .

When Sang Yangdi saw such an ordinary old man, he didn't take it seriously and just smiled at the old man. The old man put down the tea bowl tremblingly, and said slowly: "Strong man, would you like to hear a word from the old man?" Sang Yangdi said quickly: "Don't dare, please tell me, old man." "The old man listened to the words of the strong man. Does the strong man not believe in ghosts and gods?" "Don't dare," Sangyangdi said with a smile, "it's just that mortals like us know little about things in the world and don't know much. None of the demons and ghosts can get close to us." "In today's world, evil spirits are in power, and strong men are open-minded and pure in nature. There is nothing to say, but that is the way of peace and prosperity." "So," Sangyangdi asked curiously, "how should we do it in today's world?" The old man's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he gently twirled his long beard. "I have a sentence for the strong man, I wonder if the strong man is willing to accept it?" "Please tell me, old man." "In a word, remember it: 'Don't meddle in your own business'," the old man said clearly word by word: "You don't care about other people's affairs, and the strong man and your children will be safe and sound during this trip." Hearing the old man mentioned his son, Sang Yangdi couldn't help but look at the little Tong Yang'er, and turned his head to ask the old man something, but found that the old man had long since disappeared. The place where the tea shed is located is quite empty, and there is no place to hide around. The old man disappeared out of thin air. After careful consideration of what he said, Sang Yangdi couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. He picked up the tea bowl and drank the rest of the tea. do. Suddenly, the little Tong Yang'er laughed out loud. Sang Yangdi picked up the bag and sheep, and asked with a casual smile, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" "The aunt who talked to daddy just now looks fat and fat, so interesting!" Sang Yangdi was stunned, for a moment he didn't know what Yang'er meant. "Auntie? What auntie?" "The aunt who said 'don't mind your own business'!" Yang'er smiled and said, her childish eyes were as pure as the blue sky: "She is fat, so beautiful, and so cute." Sang Yangdi wanted to ask something else, but Yang'er ignored him, cheered, and got into his bag. The old shopkeeper was far away from the tea stove, and Sang Yangdi looked at him suspiciously, and then looked around, making sure he couldn't find the white-haired old man, so he was full of doubts leave. "Strange..." He shook his head, raised his bronze sword for self-defense, touched his head and left. The old shopkeeper still looked at Sangyangdi's back with a cautious look, and although Sangyangdi had gone far, he still turned his head and looked at the tea shed several times, as if he had some unsolvable problem in his heart. In the forest not far away, there was a person who jumped up lightly, jumped onto a branch about ten people high and sat down.It was a fat middle-aged woman. She watched Sangyangdi's back outside the forest and said something in a low voice, but the voice was the voice of an old man. "Don't mind your own business..." "She" said in a low voice, "...God's will...God's will..."