In the 21st year of Qizheng in Daqi, Frost fell.

A team of knights ran wildly on the official road, and the people and horses were already in turmoil. Suddenly, the young knight who was leading the way shouted: "The boundary mark has arrived!"

I saw a stone tablet erected not far away, more than meter high, with a line of blood words flying dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, which was very angry and wrote: Chiyuan, living beings stop, and those who enter the world are frustrated and ashes are raised.

In front of the stone tablet, a middle-aged general was greeting them with a team of guards. The guards were wearing armor and holding sharp edges, lined up and knelt down in unison: "See Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Wow—"

The young knight who was leading the way jumped off the horse's back. The horse did not stop. He staggered under his feet, and the general who was waiting hurriedly stepped forward and supported him: "Be careful, Your Highness."

"No." The young man waved his hand and asked, "Where is my little...the emperor's father?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone called his nickname not far away: "Xiao Tong'er, come here."

The young crown prince looked in the voice and said a man in a black suit, with his back to everyone, independent of the boundary marker that "the one who is good at entering dies". The prince glanced at the blood words on the boundary marker, and without hesitation, he was a newborn calf who broke through the boundary marker without fear of a tiger, and came to the man in a black suit and knelt down: "Son minister..."

The man in the dark clothes reached out to support him: "Be more stable, no need."

The man's words and actions are steady and gentle, and he has a Yuanyue's aura in his every move. From his back, he must be a little old, but when he turned his head, he showed a young man's face without any trace of wind and frost, with a strange sense of incongruity.

Just looking at this face, no one would have thought that he was Emperor Qizheng, Sheng Xiao, who had been in power for 21 years.

He had sword eyebrows, but his eyebrows were not visible, and he flew into his temples, but his eyes were slightly drooping. He had a gentle and passionate meaning, and he had a handsome and upright appearance.

The prince stood up and called out softly again: "Uncle."

It turned out that the prince was not the biological son of Emperor Qizheng. Sheng Xiao had no descendants and adopted his brother's orphan and made his nephew the crown prince. Emperor Qizheng was naturally distant and cold and did not like to be close to others. Therefore, on the surface, the prince called him the "emperor father" according to courtesy, but in private they were still called uncles and nephews.

Sheng Xiao said to the prince: "Are you afraid to accompany me to walk around the boundary monument?"

The prince said, "I'm not afraid! I heard that when my uncle was young, he pacified Chiyuan, suppressed evil spirits, killed millions of ghost soldiers, and restored my mountains and rivers. Even if I am not as many as you, I dare not speak out easily and lose your reputation."

"What's the reputation? It's a bad reputation." Sheng Xiao smiled without caring and walked forward, "Did you hear it?"

The prince concentrated his ears and listened for a while. The world was silent. He heard only the sound of the wind and said blankly: "My son heard nothing."

Emperor Qizheng smiled: "Yes, nothing is left."

The prince was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered the legend he had heard when he was young. It is said that millions of resentful souls who died in battle were sealed in the sea of ​​fire in the Chiaoru, and the resentment was soaring to the sky. Therefore, the strong winds of the Grand Canyon continued all year round. People stood outside the boundary marker and could hear screams and crying from there. But at this time, he was wandering around safely, and was very quiet. Apart from the unbearable heat, he did not realize that there was anything terrible.

The prince thought to himself: "Folk legends are indeed spreading rumors and exaggerating them."

After entering the boundary marker, walking for more than a hundred meters, you could feel the heat wave coming to your face. It was late autumn, and the prince was only wearing a thin coat, but it was soaked with hot sweat. The beads of sweat flowed down the forehead. He secretly glanced at his uncle and endured it.

Emperor Qizheng had a bad reputation. Those artists in the martial arts world arranged him as a moody madman. They said that he was born in the pool of blood of his father and brother and was born ominous.

They also said that he killed his mother, killed his master, burned books, banned words, accused of slandering, abused his troops and harmed loyal and kind.

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

No matter what happened, this man was always gentle and peaceful. He had never seen him speak harshly or dressed in disheveled clothes. The prince had looked up to him since he was a child. Now, the eighteen-year-old crown prince can pull the heaviest bow, and the governor was also very sensible, but he still subconsciously chased the man's back like he did when he was a child.

The two of them crossed the boundary marker for more than a mile, and Sheng Xiao stopped. The place was already filled with the smell of sulfur, and the prince was breathless.

"Let's stop here this year. Going forward, your anger will hurt people."

The prince is unknown so: "This year?"

"Well, this year," Sheng Xiao turned his hand and pulled out the prince's sword. The sword was engraved with a talisman spell. The sword was swept by Chiyuan's blazing wind. The talisman on the sword turned red. Sheng Xiao inserted the sword to the ground. "This is the first thing I want to explain to you, and it is also the most important thing. I have been entangled with Chiyuan for a lifetime, and finally there is a result. If I guess it is almost the same, this sword can be pushed forward five miles a year. In less than ten years, Chiyuan's fire should be completely extinguished. By then, the strong wind dissipates and the sword reaches the edge of the cliff. You can send someone to stay with the 'Qingpingsi'."

The prince was stunned and vaguely heard something else from his words: "Little... Prince, you..."

Sheng Xiao said lightly: "I will pass it to you."

The prince knelt down with a "thump".

In fact, the prince was a little prepared. During this year, Emperor Qizheng went on tour twice, suppressing all directions, and at the same time, the prince was allowed to supervise the country, gradually let go of internal affairs, and pave the way for future generations in an orderly manner.

But when it really came to this day, the young crown prince was still so panicked that he didn't know what to do.

"I have taught you what I should teach you." Sheng Xiao said without looking at him, "As for the others... Zhang Bo and Kong Yu are available, and Zhao Kuan is still in prison, which is unfair. If you release him and rehabilitate the Zhao family, he will work hard for you in the future. If your son does not say his father's life, you will not be able to say bad things about me in the future, so you will push Yang Dong as a lucky lover of the country. That kid is not a good thing. He has eaten so much for many years. It is the New Year's goods I raised for you."

The prince lay deep on the ground: "The emperor's father was in full bloom in spring and autumn..."

A smile appeared on Sheng Xiao's face: "Why, are you planning to let me die until I'm old, or do you want to be in peace? Your uncle has been worried for half his life, so feel sorry for me - the edict for abdication, Zhang Bo and Feng Chun each have one. Lao Feng is your father's best friend during his lifetime. He will protect you, don't be afraid."

The prince's eyes were red.

Sheng Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Chi Yuan's direction, and suddenly asked, "Do you remember how your biological parents died?"

"My son dare not forget it for a day."

"That's good." Sheng Xiao nodded, "You have grown up and know how to walk your own way. Let's go, Chiyuan is about to be destroyed. After all, there is still remaining warmth. Staying here for a long time will hurt your body."

"Then you..."

"I'll stay for a few more days," Sheng Xiao waved his hand, without saying much, only said, "The country must not be without a king, and the capital city has complicated affairs. Go back quickly."

Emperor Qi Zheng said the truth. The prince did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, so he had to turn around and walk around in one step. When he returned to the boundary marker, he couldn't help but look back at the man and saw Sheng Xiao sitting on the ground in front of the sword.

At that moment, the prince suddenly felt a little farewell in his heart for no reason. Then he shook his head and felt that he was so hot that he was fainted. He knelt in front of the boundary monument, saluted meticulously at the back of the man in black, and rushed back to Beijing overnight to his destiny.

After sending the prince, Sheng Xiao ordered the imperial guards to return to the official post to stand by, and only one personal guard stayed.

The night fell, and the guard came behind Sheng Xiao. Seeing that there was no one around, he knelt down and curled up, and his armor fell off his body. After a while, his robe fell to the ground, and a small bird as big as a palm came out from inside, approaching Sheng Xiao.

"By the way," Sheng Xiao scratched its neck with his fingers, and a very thin golden wire hooked out from the bird's neck, "I almost forgot you."

There were complex inscriptions flowing on the golden silk, like those growing on the bird's neck. Sheng Xiao gently crushed it, and the golden silk suddenly broke at his fingertips. Then, the bird suddenly raised its head, and its body suddenly grew more than ten times larger. Its wings suddenly spread out, and its neck roared, and the nebula in the southern night sky stirred - this was actually a young Bi Fang!

Sheng Xiao stood up: "You don't have to monitor me anymore, nor do you have to be driven by me anymore. We are both free."

Bi Fang hesitated and took a step forward, timidly holding the corner of his clothes.

The man turned his head and glanced at it. Xiao Bifang couldn't help but shrank for a moment, and relaxed his beak with restraint.

Sheng Xiao took off his crown, tilted it on the bird's head, and then removed the seal, ring, jade pendant and other objects one by one. Finally, he untied a jade-carved human-shaped pendant from his neck, took a look, and threw it aside. The jade carving was unknown what was important, but Xiao Bifang feather slapped the feather on the spot, panic, and carefully held the jade carving in his mouth. When he saw that the man had already walked away with his hair disheveled.

Toward Chiyuan.

Xiao Bifang screamed anxiously, and no longer cared about the jade pendant, flapping his wings and chasing him. Chiyuan cracked for thousands of miles, and the violent earth-fire magma rolled underground, and no grass grew on both sides. A hundred meters near the edge of Chiyuan Cliff, Bifang's wing feathers suddenly caught a black fire. It screamed and rolled to the ground, almost turning into a roast chicken, and could no longer move forward.

Sheng Xiao had already walked to the edge of the cliff step by step, and his robe sleeves and long boots were burnt. The man's face was as quiet as a mask, and he faintly felt pleasure and madness.

It's better for mortals.

A mortal life is only a blink of an eye, and it has been painful for decades and joy for decades. The pain that the body can feel is always limited. Often, people are already free before they feel the pain.

He might have to suffer some pain.

Xiao Bifang let out a shrill sound, and Sheng Xiao jumped into the sea of ​​fire.

The hot wind that rushed towards his face was like fire, and the curled flesh was quickly burned into charcoal. Starting from the hair and skin, it burned layer by layer. The blood vessels burst into pieces in the body, blowing through the burnt flesh. His blood boiled, and all the meridians in his body were cut off. He coughed up a mouthful of dust, not knowing whether it was the heart or the lungs.

Immediately afterwards, his body crashed into the earth fire magma. The surface of the magma had a hard shell, but his body was too strong. It fell from the cliff ten thousand feet high and was not broken. The broken spine was folded in half, breaking the magma shell. The flames raised high, and like flags, the earth fire that turned into gold and jade opened its mouth and swallowed him in one mouthful.

At this point, he is still not dead.

If a person can experience the ashes of bones and ashes in a living life, then all the so-called "unforgettable" in the world must have become ashes floating on stones.

The whole story of his life, his joy, anger, and sorrow, were all dried and refined by the fire with his melting mind.

That day, laughter kept echoing in Chiyuan.

Until the remaining limbs that could not be burned slowly sank, the alarmed magma returned to calm.

"Emperor Wu of Qi Sheng Xiao, the youngest son of Emperor Ping.

Emperor Ping was killed by the demon clan. He died in Chiyuan in battle and was born. Xiao Dai was appointed emperor. When he was young, he was in trouble and in a 23rd year, he killed the demon king under Yong'an City, changed his lunar name to Qizheng, restored the country and Pingjiang, and made great contributions to the Five Emperors, cruel and slaughtered, and reversed the rules. He had 21 years of his country, and committed suicide under the fire of Chiyuan, and his corpse was gone.

Emperor Wen was established. Ten years later, the earth fire was extinguished, and the Chiyuan was pacified. Emperor Wen cut the boundary monument and erected the tomb of Emperor Wu."

The world has changed, and after thousands of years, vast forests have grown on the ashes of the Chiaorn.

The original forests of Chiyuan Grand Canyon have become a national 5a-level scenic spot.

Buzz —

The earth was throbbing for no reason, and then there were vague, uneasy murmurs, increasingly clamoring, rolled up by some unknown ceremony, piercing into his chaotic sea of ​​consciousness like a steel needle.

What... sound?

Who dares to make noise?

"I'm willing to give up everything..."

"Taking yourself as a media...to use yourself as a media..."

"Under the Nine Nether Spring, the ancient gods and demons..."

"magic……"

His consciousness was alarmed by the noisy noises and was a little confused for a moment.

Before he could fully recover his mind, his perception instinctively betrayed his will. His senses that had been silent for thousands of years suddenly awakened and began to greedily extend his tentacles, expand outward, sucking every vivid detail around him.

This made the noisy world from the outside rush towards him without saying a word, and followed his six senses into the sea of ​​consciousness - the touch of mud, the fishy smell of soil, the sound of wind, the sound of fallen leaves, the sound of footsteps, the voice of people...

"Who is disturbing me from sleeping?" The feeling of losing control aroused his anger. He was furious for a moment, and an ominous black cloud floated in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. As his heart condensed sharp claws, he retaliated towards the voice that dared to disturb him. "What a courage!"

But at this moment, in chaos and irritability, his newly revived senses suddenly captured a faint but familiar breath, and passed by like a breeze. His sea of ​​consciousness, which was surging with wind and thunder, suddenly cleared, and his heart that had not skipped for thousands of years trembled for no reason.

That is…what?

His murderous intent suddenly dispersed.

But before he could catch it, the breath disappeared again.

Wait, don't... don't leave.

He couldn't remember who he was, nor did he know where he was. He just wanted to keep the passing breath almost instinctively, and ignore the other noises in his ears. He struggled desperately. The next moment, the sea of ​​consciousness shook loudly, and he felt his body. Then, a crisp "pop" sound came from his ears. The wind swept across his forehead. He suddenly opened his eyes, and tears were shook by the sunlight that had been away for a long time. Then he found himself lying in a bite of a coffin with a cluster of weak fiery red bird feathers... down.

I don’t know how many years he has been buried underground, but it has been dried up. It is maintained by a little weak spirituality that doesn’t know where it comes from. It dissipates when the wind dissipates. He just reaches out and grabs it. The little down turned into a handful of dust in his palm, and the smoke disappears.

He curled his fingers and stared at his empty palms. After a while, he raised his head slightly, and squinted his eyes toward the undulating dust in the air.
Chapter completed!