Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Twenty-one years after Qi Qizheng, the frost fell.

A team of knights rushed on the official road, both men and horses were exhausted. Suddenly, the head of the young knight yelled, "The boundary monument has arrived!"

I saw a stone monument standing on the side of the road not far away, Zhang Yugao, the line of words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the top line, suffocating: Abyss.

In front of the stele, a middle-aged general greeted them with a row of guards. The guards stood firm and lined up. When they met the people, they knelt down in unison: "His Royal Highness."

"Call—"

The head young knight jumped off the horseback, ran too fast, and a kick came under his feet, and the general hurried forward to support him: "His Highness be careful."

"It's okay." The young man waved his hand and asked, "What about my uncle?"

When the words didn't fall, he was called not far from calling his nickname: "Little Tonger, come here."

The vocalist was a man in a black costume, with his back to the crowd, standing alone at the boundary stone. The young prince glanced at the blood on the boundary stone, and the newborn calf broke through without fear of a tiger, trotting to that black clothing The man kneeled in front of him: "Children ..."

The Xuanyi man reached out and pulled the Prince gently: "No need."

The man's face was too young, and he stood with the teenager next to him. He was more like an elder brother than his uncle and nephew. No one could think of him. He was the emperor Shengzheng who had been in office for 21 years.

He was born with a sword eyebrow, and the eyebrows were not visible. He flew diagonally into the corner, but his eyes drooped slightly. He had a gentle and affectionate meaning, and was very amiable, and he was a handsome and good-looking man.

Emperor Qizheng patted the little Prince's shoulder, and Wen said, "Walk with me, are you afraid?"

The Prince said: "The son-in-law is not afraid. When Uncle Huang was young, Pingchiyuan, the town demon, and a million ghost soldiers were killed, and my mountains and rivers, even though the son-in-law was less than one hundredth of the Uncle, he did not dare to speak with fear and fall on you Prestige. "

"What prestige, fierce name." Emperor Qizheng smiled and walked forward slowly, "You are not afraid, but I am very afraid, I have never dared to come back for twenty years."

The Prince hurried to keep up with some doubts. He could neither understand his fears nor understand why he used the word "return": "Uncle Huang ..."

"Shh--" Emperor Qizheng raised a finger to his lips, "Listen."

The Prince gazed blankly, listening for a moment, couldn't help whispering, "Listen ... what do you listen to? Nothing."

The Emperor Qizheng smiled, "Yeah, there is nothing."

The Prince stunned, and suddenly remembered the legend that he had heard when he was a child-It is said that the abyss of the souls of millions who died in battle was sealed in the abyss of fire, so the resentment soared to the sky. Outside the boundary monument, screams and wailing can be heard from day to day.

However, at this time, all around was extremely quiet, he walked safely in the boundary monument, except for the footsteps of himself and his uncle, he heard nothing.

The Prince thought to himself, "Folk folklore, is it unbelievable?"

After entering the boundary monument, I couldn't walk a hundred meters forward, and I could already feel the heat wave coming from my face. At this time it was late autumn according to the solar terms. The prince wore only a thin jacket, but his forehead still sweated out layer by layer. He sneaked a glance at his uncle, holding back without rubbing.

They said that the Emperor Qizheng had fierce blood and was a moody lunatic. He was born in the blood of his father and brother, and was born ominous. They also said that he killed his mother, his eunuch, burned his book, banned his words, saved his words, used the soldiers to force him, and mutilated his good faith.

But in the heart of the young prince, this was his only relative.

No matter what happens, this man will always be gentle and calm, never seeing him expressive, undressed. The prince had been looking up to this uncle since he was a child, and now he has grown up, he has been able to open the heaviest bow, and the prisoner has done so with scrupulous eyes, and is still following his back.

When the two passed the boundary monument for a mile, Sheng Xiao stopped and was surrounded by the smell of sulfur. The little prince was out of breath and insisted not to show it.

"Okay, that's it for this year," Sheng Xiao turned around, pulled out / extracted the sword from the prince, and put it on the ground. "Go ahead, you can't stand it."

"……this year?"

"You can come and see every year in the future. If I'm not mistaken, this sword should be able to be pushed forward five miles every year. Within ten years, the fire in Abyss should be completely extinguished. At that time, you can write 'Qingping Division' "Send someone permanent-as for the scary boundary stone, it just smashed it."

The Prince stunned and heard something else in his words.

The Emperor Qizheng had already expressed his intention to abdicate as early as a year ago. On two trips, he allowed the prince to supervise the country, at the same time, he pushed the Quartet and paved the way for future generations.

But on this day, the young Chu Jun still panicked and wondered what to do.

"I should teach you, I have already taught you." Sheng Xiao said lightly, "Zhang Bo and Kong Yu are available, Zhao Kuan is still in prison, it is wronged, you go back and remember to release him to the Zhao family Vindication. The son said nothing to the father, in the future you are not convenient to say bad things about me, just push Yang Dong out, that kid is not a good thing. He has eaten his brain full of fat these years, and it should be on the market by the end of the year. . "

He talked about this, paused for a moment, and seemed to be remembering whether he had missed anything. The Prince rushed to his knees with a thump: "Uncle Huangqiuqiu ..."

Sheng Xiao smiled: "Why, are you going to let me do my old work or be safe in the soil? Your uncle has been worrying for half a lifetime, distressed and distressed by me—the Zen scriptures, Zhang Bo and Feng Chun. Leave one for each. Lao Feng will **** you back to Beijing with an embargo. He was your father's best friend during his lifetime and will protect you. Don't be afraid. "

The prince's eyes were red.

Sheng Xiao stood with his hands up, looking in the direction of Abyss, and gently touched his forehead: "Do you remember your biological parents?"

"My sons dare not forget or forget."

"That's good." Sheng Xiao nodded. "You've grown up and know how to go your own way. Let's go. I'll stay here for a long time."

"What about you?"

"Beijing City is so boring, I don't want to go back." Sheng Xiao said, "I ... oh, just keep the Abyss for you. You're free, you can come and see me."

The Prince's mind was a little calm, and then he remembered something, and frowned, "But the Abyss is very desolate and there is no palace ..."

"I have arrangements." Sheng Xiao interrupted him, pulled him up, gently pushed, and urged again, "Let's go, there is my deceased person in Abyss, I'll talk to him, you're too noisy."

The Prince did not dare to disobey the emperor's life and walked back and forth three times. When he reached the boundary monument, he could not help but look back at the man and saw him sit on the ground in front of the sword.

At that moment, the Prince suddenly had a premonition in his heart for no reason—this was the last time he saw the back.

Then he felt that his thoughts were inexplicable. The Emperor Qizheng thought far and wide. Since he said that “there is an arrangement”, he must have built a palace nearby. He must be diligent in the future and try his best to keep the uncle from worrying. One point, even if you are filial.

Thinking about this, the prince knelt in front of the boundary monument, meticulously performed a three-kneeling and nine-gift gift on the back of the man in Xuanyi, and went to his destiny.

The prince and others were sent away. The night was already low and the guards were sent away. Only one guard stayed behind. The guard came behind Sheng Xiao and knelt down to lift his body. The armor fell off from him and the robe fell to the ground. It turned out that a small bird with a big slap was drilled inside, and kept silently beside the host.

"That's right," Sheng Xiao scratched his neck, and found a thin piece of gold wire between the little bird's neck, "forgot you."

Intricate inscriptions flowed on the gold wire, as if growing around its neck. Sheng Xiao gently stretched his hand, and the silk shattered at his fingertips.

The bird roared low in the throat, and then its body suddenly grew more than ten times larger, spreading its wings and raising fire, it caused a shouting neck, and the nebula in the southern night sky was stirred-this is actually a young boy square!

Sheng Xiao stood up and sighed, "You don't have to watch me anymore, we are both free."

Bi Fang stepped forward, and gently held his corner of the garment.

Sheng Xiao glanced down at it, and Bi Fang met his gaze, instinctively flinched, slowly released his teeth, and sat down calmly.

"Good." The man laughed, raised his hand and took off his crown, and the long hair tied to his head fell down. He waved his hand, then turned and walked towards Abuchi.

The abyss rifts thousands of miles, and the violent ground fire magma rolls underground, and no grass grows on both sides of the strait. By the edge of the cliff, the man's sleeves and boots had been burnt.

The mask on his face cracked gently and quietly, looming joy and madness.

Still mortal.

Mortal life is only transient, decades of suffering, and decades of joy. The pain experienced by the body is always limited, and often the pain is not felt, and the person has been relieved.

Sheng Xiao stood on the edge of the cliff, thinking, "Me, maybe I have to suffer a little."

Bi Fang, who was standing beside the sword, screamed sharply, and the man jumped into the sea of ​​fire under the abyss.

The hot air coming from the face was like fire, and the rolled flesh was quickly burned into coke. From the beginning of the skin, it was burned layer by layer until the bones were seen, and the blood began to boil. The blood vessels burst in the body and burst through. With the burnt flesh, he severed all the meridians all over his body. He coughed up a ash and didn't know whether it was heart or lung.

Immediately afterwards, he crashed into the ground fire magma. There was a hard shell on the surface of the magma, but his skin was too strong. He smashed it from the high cliffs, and it did not break into slag. The broken spine bone hit him. Folded in half, the flames were rising high, like a flag, the ground fire of melting gold and jade opened a mouthful, swallowed it down, and then exploded, spraying him back into the air.

So far, he has not died.

If a person can experience the frustration and ashes alive, then all the so-called "engraved hearts" in the world will become ashes floating on the stone.

Under such repeated torture, his life's ins and outs, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, were melted down by the fire with the melting consciousness, until ... he gradually forgot who he was, and the magma that was agitated was calm again His stump, which couldn't be burned, sank slowly.

Finally, it's over.

Emperor Qiwu Shengxiao, son of Pingdi.

The Emperor Ping was killed by the demons. He died in battle and died, and Xiao became the emperor. When he was young, he was in a bumpy state. In the twenty-third year, the demon king was under the city of Yongan, and the year was changed to Kaizheng. After enjoying the country for twenty-one years, he claimed to have died in the fire of Abyss.

In another ten years, the ground fire went out, Chiyuanping, Wendi cut the boundary monument, and Li Wudi Mausoleum.

In the vicissitudes of the sea, after the autumn, a vast forest grew out of the ashes of Chiyuan.

The primeval forest of the Abyss Grand Canyon became a scenic spot.

Hum--

what sound?

The vague and disturbing slang came from the depths of the earth, getting louder and closer.

very noisy……

His consciousness was forcibly awakened by the noisy murmurs, consciousness betrayed his will, and the senses who had been silent for thousands of years greedily extended his tentacles, frantically sucking every living detail around him. , Followed his six senses into the sea of ​​understanding-the touch of mud, the smell of earth, the sound of wind, the sound of leaves, the sound of footsteps, the voice of humans ...

Voice?

He wondered, "How can there be anyone here?"

The doubt flashed on, and then more questions surfaced with his reviving consciousness: "Why shouldn't anyone be here? Where is this coming from? I ... I am ..."

who am I?

He felt his own body and tried to work hard. A crackling sound came from his ear. The wind swept his forehead. He opened his eyes suddenly and was shaken by the long-awaited sunlight. Tears, and then found himself lying in the crumbs of a coffin ...

"Oh," he pondered for a moment in the coffin slag, calmly concluded, "I may be a corpse." 2k novel reading network