Nightwatcher

Between the opened upper and lower fangs of the spirit dragon, a cloud of purple air slowly condenses, like a dragon holding a pearl in its mouth.

The purple air became more and more dense, and the air mass gradually solidified and compressed, turning into a solid purple bead the size of a pigeon egg.

The purple energy gathered in the surrounding void disappeared, Linglong held the purple pearl that condensed the last luck of the Dafeng Dynasty in his mouth, turned his head, and looked at Huaiqing on the shore.

"call"

With a sound of snorting, it spit out the beads towards Huaiqing's eyebrows, purple light flashed, and the purple beads spread out between Huaiqing's eyebrows, staining her pupils and fair skin purple.

After a few seconds, the purple light faded.

"very good!"

Huaiqing nodded slightly, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and walked in the direction of the palace.

"Aww."

Linglong's black button-like eyes looked at Huaiqing's back and let out a mournful cry.

Huaiqing's heart was cold and hard, she didn't look back, she didn't stop, she went back to the imperial study, sat behind the big case where the yellow silk was laid, and said calmly:

"Back off!"

The eunuchs and maids standing in the palace bowed and bowed before leaving one after another.

After everyone was gone, Huaiqing spread out the letter paper, pinched the sleeve robe, polished it himself, dipped the pen into the ink, and wrote on the paper:

"Ning Yan:"

After writing the two words, I picked up the pen for a while, and I had a thousand words in my heart, but I didn't know how to say them.

After pondering for a long time, she finally wrote again:

"The one who gave birth to me doesn't like me, and the clan also hates me for doing things against me. I am called the emperor as a woman. However, I am worthy of my ancestors, heaven and earth, and my family and relatives in my life. I am open and upright.

"After thinking about it, I only want to tell you what is in my heart.

"I studied sage books hard and practiced martial arts hard, because when I was young, the Taifu said in the school that "a woman is virtuous if she has no talent". He never backed down, and he was not convinced by Tai Tuo's words.

"Who said that women are inferior to men? Who said that women are born to embroider in the boudoir? I want to become a talented woman famous in the capital, and I want to write books and compile history, so as to prove to the world that men in the world are dung.

"Gradually getting older, when I was young, I lost my spirit in the time, but I studied hard for ten years and was full of knowledge. I also wanted to imitate the Confucian saints to educate the world, imitate the inferior sages to establish schools, and imitate the emperor Gaozu to make great achievements.

"However, the body of a woman is firmly bound to me, so I have no choice but to endure it. I have been reluctant to marry for a long time. I secretly pay attention to the government and cultivate cronies. Before I met you, I often thought that after a few years, I will get married if I lose my spirit. .

"In the beginning, I was so kind to you, it was out of appreciation and cultivation, because you and Lin'an's fighting spirit was only out of habit and domineering character.

"Later, I gradually admired Qing, unable to extricate myself, but still unwilling to face my heart, unwilling to admit defeat, and told myself stubbornly, what I want is a couple for the rest of my life, and I will never serve a husband with other women.

"Unexpectedly, in the end, Lin'an, a dead girl, took the lead. In private, she lost her temper a lot because of this, and hated the house and Wu for punishing Chen Taifei. I didn't express these feelings in the past, but now I'm not afraid to tell you.

"Although you and I don't have the name of husband and wife, we have the reality of husband and wife, and there are no regrets in this life.

"Witch gods are born, Kyushu is at stake, and when Dafeng is alive and dead, I, as the king of a country, must take responsibility. The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies, as it should be.

"This world, I share with you.

"I've never been capricious in my life, and this is the only time and the last time.

"When you calm down the catastrophe and the world is safe and healthy, don't forget to tell me about the spring festival, and I will also smile at Jiuquan.

"Huaiqing's masterpiece!"

The border between Yuzhou and Jianzhou.

The sky is filled with billowing black clouds, covering the blue sky and the morning sun. The world seems to be divided into two halves. One side is dark and terrifying, with countless armies of walking corpses pouring in like waves;

They are like a group of ants who have lost their backbone. Although there are many in number, they are scattered and disorderly, and they only know how to flee for their lives in a panic.

At the junction of light and darkness, an army of hundreds of people escorting the people was covered by shadows. The next moment, the soldiers and the people, including the horses under their crotches, all stiffened. part of the tide.

"Help, help."

Seeing this, the people who were exhausted in front were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart. While screaming sharply, they stimulated their potential and continued to flee.

But soon, they stopped howling, and their expressions became stiff and numb.

They also became a member of the corpse tide, advancing forward along with the black cloud.

More and more people are transformed into walking corpses, losing their lives without any resistance. Under the Super Grade, there is no essential difference between people and ants.

Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the flying sword, feeling unspeakable sadness and pain in his heart, these emotions almost engulfed him.

Not long ago, the witch god was born and swept across the Central Plains. He saw with his own eyes that armies were swallowed up, and teams of common people were transformed into walking corpses.

The fleeing formation was instantly disrupted until it became the current scene, with people all over the mountains and plains, unorganized and aimless, desperate to choose their way.

And this situation also happened in other places in the three states adjacent to the northeast.

In the face of this catastrophe, the tide of corpses Chu Yuanzhen saw was only part of it.

The three prefectures of Xiang, Jing and Henan were over, and tens of millions of people were annihilated in this catastrophe that devoured the Central Plains. Behind it was Jianzhou, followed by Jiangzhou, and the capital city.

No war has ever been so terrible. Even in the Shanhaiguan Battle that year, the casualties were only one or two million.

It was cruel for him to witness such a disaster firsthand.

Maybe ten or twenty years later, he will wake up from this disaster when he returns from a dream at midnight.

At this time, Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were fixed, and he was attracted by a mother and daughter in the distance. The mother and daughter were at the junction of light and darkness, and behind them were billowing black clouds that expanded infinitely.

The little girl fell down.

"Mom, I can't run anymore"

The seven or eight-year-old girl's face was covered with sweat, locks of yellowish hair stuck to her face, and her lips were chapped.

Her little feet were blistered, and she ran staggeringly. After witnessing the tragic death of the people behind her behind her father, she abandoned their mother and daughter and ran for their lives alone.

The young mother in common clothes still had physical strength, but not enough to carry the little girl to escape. She hugged the young daughter in her arms and said over and over again:

"Mother stays with you, Mother stays with you"

She was trembling with fear and her face was pale, but the arms holding her daughter were extremely firm.

"Mother, why doesn't father want us anymore?"

Sadness appeared on the mother's face:

"Because the monster is here, Dad can't protect us anymore."

The little girl's expression is different from her mother's. She has hope and determination on her face, and said crisply:

"Xu Yinluo will protect us."

Children who have been to restaurants and teahouses, watched shadow puppet shows, and heard stories told by Lang Youfang all know Xu Yinluo.

He is a great hero who protects the people.

At this time, Chu Yuanzhen's Yujian sank, grabbed the young mother's arm, and brought the mother and daughter into the sky together, then turned sharply and swept towards the rear.

The witch god didn't intervene, probably because ants like this didn't deserve his attention.

"Thank you knight for saving your life."

The young mother narrowly escaped death, hugged her daughter tightly with tears on her face, and kept thanking her.

It's just that she spoke a dialect, Chu Yuanzhen couldn't understand it, he could only comprehend it.

"Are you Xu Yinluo?"

The little girl blinked her eyes expectantly.

Chu Yuanzhen opened his mouth and said:

"it's me."

The little girl's face covered with stains and sweat showed an excited and bright smile, just like the hope of the end.

Phew. Chu Yuanzhen breathed out a turbid breath, as if he had also received spiritual comfort, he sent the mother and daughter with the sword to make sure they were safe enough.

The advance speed of the witch god is extremely fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of extraordinary experts, it is actually slow, because he is not advancing meaninglessly, but is bit by bit eating away at the territory of the three prefectures of Jingxiang and Yu, refining the mountains and rivers.

After the mountains and rivers are refined, the land of the three states is His.

Afterwards, as long as the country is destroyed, it can absorb the luck that overflows between the heaven and the earth, accommodate the seals of mountains and rivers, and compete with the Buddha and two ancient gods and demons in the final battle.

Watching the backs of the mother and daughter fleeing, Chu Yuanzhen withdrew his gaze, and then his heart moved, he turned around and looked, and saw the empress in a dragon robe, wearing a crown on her head, standing with her hands behind her back.

"His Majesty?"

This surprised Chu Yuanzhen, who did not expect Huaiqing to go to the front line in person.

"According to this speed, it will arrive in the capital in three days."

Huaiqing's tone was extremely calm at the moment: "After three days, Leizhou will most likely be defeated."

Chu Zhuangyuan's face was full of bitterness.

From Leizhou to the capital, from the northeast to the capital, countless lives were wiped out along the way.

Huaiqing went on to say:

"I don't know the situation overseas, he is our last hope, so delaying time and waiting for him to return is the only choice for Dabong.

"Brother Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Yuanzhen let out a "hmm", but how to delay the witch god? Unless there is another half-step Valkyrie in the world.

Huaiqing smiled:

"Very well, we have reached a consensus."

She took out a letter and two items from her bosom, and handed them to Chu Yuanzhen.

Chu Yuanzhen lowered his head. It was a buttery jade seal with missing corners, a shriveled lotus petal that had been crushed into pieces.

"Give them to Xu Ningyan for me." Huai Qing whispered.

Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback for a moment, carefully staring at the beautiful side face of the empress, and then he understood the empress' determination.

"No, no, Your Majesty, you shouldn't be impulsive."

Before Chu Yuanzhen could finish his sentence, he was pushed away by a wave of strong and strong violence.

Huaiqing stood proudly, a golden light burst from his body, and the golden light condensed into a dragon shadow, baring its teeth and claws, roaring silently towards the witch god in the distance.

The billowing black clouds in the distance stopped, and then, a vague face poked out from the black clouds, facing Jinlong and Huaiqing across hundreds of feet.

Huaiqing's voice was clear and sonorous:

"I am the king of Dafeng, and I shall guard the gate of the country and protect the country. Today, I will bring 20% ​​of the country's fortune to block the witch god at the border of Jianzhou. Chu Yuanzhen, evacuate quickly and do not disobey."

She announced her decision as if reading an imperial decree.

That blurred face retracted into the clouds, and the next moment, billowing black clouds surged in, carrying the greatness of Pei Mo Nengyu, like the sky falling, like a landslide.

Chu Yuanzhen's eye circles instantly turned red.

He was about to bow to accept the order when he suddenly heard a gentle voice say:

"I have objections!"

Chu Yuanzhen and Huaiqing turned their heads at the same time, only to see a clear light rising between them, and Zhao Shou's figure appeared.

"Dean?"

Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, and then burst into ecstasy. He couldn't take Huaiqing away, but Zhao Shou could.

"Your Majesty, minister, come!"

Zhao Shou smiled: "The master humiliated the minister to death, and the minister is not dead, how can you let your majesty go down and shed blood?"

Without waiting for Huaiqing to refuse, he recited:

"Don't move!"

Huaiqing really froze in place, unable to move.

Zhao Shou glanced at the surging black cloud and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty said that the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the community. But Xu Ningyan also said that he should establish his heart for the world, establish his life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations.

"I feel that what Xu Yinluo said is what a scholar should do.

"What does His Majesty think?"

Huaiqing didn't answer, but a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Shou lightly waved his hand, and the scarlet robe on his body came off automatically, and folded himself neatly, floating in the air.

"Oh, this official has not done enough."

The great Confucian touched the official robe reluctantly, then waved his hand, letting it fall in front of Chu Yuanzhen.

He concluded by saying:

"Your Majesty, during the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Confucian Qian Zhong destroyed the Great Zhou's national fortune with his body, and this is how the six-hundred-year-old country of the Great Zhou came about.

"Today, I, Zhao Shou, follow the example of my predecessors, and hope that Dafeng will have another six hundred years of prosperity.

"Your Majesty, the scholars of Yunlu Academy have been worthy of the people and the country since ancient times. Don't let the struggle for the country's foundation two hundred years ago repeat itself."

He bowed solemnly towards Huaiqing.

After learning that the witch god was born, he decided to follow the example of his ancestors and die for the country.

The "one thing" he sent the sound transmission to Zhong Chaofan was to ask them to stick to Leizhou.

Zhao Shou straightened the sub-sage crown on his head, with a flash of light in his hand, the carving knife manifested, the witch god was approaching, and the strong wind blew his beard and hair, but his firm expression could not be disturbed.

When his life came to an end, the Confucian thought of the crippled teacher many years ago. Although he hated the imperial system, he still emphasized "the country" and "the common people" first when teaching students.

In the ear, the voice of the cripple seemed to come again: "Don't be wrong with Taoism and Confucianism, poetry and books are worthy of others; if you are good, you will be good to the world, and if you are poor, you will be good at yourself."

The paper was burning, and Zhao Shou shouted, "Confucian saints please!"

In an instant, the sky is full of fresh air!

Between the sky and the earth, a pair of eyes that are not mixed with emotion manifests. With this as the core, a figure of Baizhang in a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown emerges, in a half-illusory and half-solid state.

With one hand behind his back, he placed the other in his lower abdomen, as if staring into the distance.

The Confucian sage and heroic soul looked back and waved towards the golden dragon.

The golden dragon broke away from the empress with a roar, and crashed into the body of the Confucian saint with its teeth and claws. As a result, those eyes that were not mixed with emotions burst into golden light.

The awe-inspiring righteousness is overwhelming, filling every space.

At this moment, the Confucian saint seemed to return.

The turbulent black cloud appeared to be obviously stagnant. I don't know if it was jealousy, or recalled the fear of being suppressed by Confucian saints.

Zhao Shou rose against the wind, carrying 20% ​​of the fortune of the country and the soul of Confucian saints and heroes, and crashed into the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

In the first year of Huaiqing, on November 3rd, Zhao Shou retreated the witch god on the border of Jianzhou and died for the country!

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