King Hua of Huan fought in all directions, destroyed Xuanyuan in the east, and the barbarians in Nanping, established the Dahuan Dynasty. He reigned for 34 years and turned into a god. He rode a chariot of eight dragon horses and left with a mighty war soul hero. Historians recorded the detailed situation at that time and left various legends.

Under the witness of the prince Fang Bo, his grandson Chongbai walked up the stairs with bronze tripods and sat on the throne under the worship of thousands of princes and king Jihuan.

In the tsunami of mountains and seas, the heavy white eyes in the crown robe looked solemn. He finally realized the feeling of his grandfather Huan Hua sitting on this throne. Under this throne was the royal power, also the sword, and the sea of ​​fire.

Chongbai became the second generation of King Huan of the Great Huan Dynasty, and the world was ruled.

The alternation of the royal powers of the Dahuan Dynasty came to an end in the storm and dangers.

King Huan rebuked the historical books and prepared the official script for King Huan. The great witch sacrificed Yun Ze into a stroke in the historical books, and gently brought it over, leaving only unknown records of his rebellion and death.

The wars recorded in it include the battle to attack Xuanyuan in the north and destroy the barbarians in the south, as well as the grand atmosphere of the capital. Among them, there are figures such as Qingguo Hou, Jia Guobo, Wu Jihe, Xuanyuan Jusheng, and Master Zifeng in the Duke of the Capital, some of which are just mentioned in one sentence.

How many turbulent wars, heroic spirits, or conspiracies have only been transformed into plain and simple historical records.

But all this has nothing to do with ordinary human civilians. What they want is peace and fields to survive.

Dahuan completely entered a pacification and stable development, and peace came to the earth. The princes and Fang Bo, the tribe chiefs, each left the capital and returned to their own fiefdom and city tribes.

The prosperous scene in the capital city has been restored. Hundreds of people have entered and exited through the capital city gate. The market this month is about to begin again. However, on the North Street, not far from the capital Academy, shops selling miscellaneous goods have begun. This may be the first fixed shop in the Shanhaijie.

Everything reveals newness and vitality, making people feel that the pace of history is strode forward.

The old scalpers dragged the goods, the common people were barefoot, wearing cloaks with their knees, carrying packages or driving sheep into it, and the slaves repaired the houses that had been burned and destroyed by the chaos.

A thousand fertile fields can be seen far outside the city. Farmers are caring for wheat fields under the scorching sun, and children are running in the wheat fields with dogtail grass, playing and making naive laughter.

Three magical horses walked out of the capital along with the endless stream of people and set foot on the road outside.

There were three people dressed in different styles, two thin and one fat, wearing wizards in the capital, and the short dress commonly used by the witch festival, pulling the reins slowly along the road, enjoying the most primitive scenery and people along the way.

"The vicissitudes of mountains and rivers are just a big dream!"

"Who will later generations have thought that I, Lao Jia, was once a member of the bloody battle in the human race!"

When he walked out of the capital, Jia Yi seemed to be particularly moved. He witnessed that King Huan, who had once fought with the world, was appointed as the gods after his death. Seeing the new king ascended the throne, gave up his throne, and gave up his identity as Jia Guobo, it seemed that his heart had been baptized again.

Qingyang lamented that time flies: "Tengsheng may not be able to go back with us. He is old and may have been in these few years!"

Fang Xiu rode on the horse and walked leisurely, carrying a hat behind his back. He brought it in when he entered the capital. He also left at this moment: "He has spent his whole life in this world. Perhaps compared to the present, this place has become his home!"

The time spent in the mountains and sea realms is also counted as life spanning, but those who have bathed in the blood of Kun have a life span like wizards who have mastered supernatural powers, have a limit of two hundred years, but others do not have such treatment.

The three of them walked through the royal capital and saw a large number of villages on the way. The village finally arrived at the edge of the royal capital. Further ahead were large areas of wild mountains and seas, and the occasionally seen fiefdoms and cities and tribes.

However, the magical horse under his crotch was tributed by the princes of the north. Even on the mountain road, it can run like a flat ground, which is useful.

The three of them ran all the way, carrying a pot of wine, chatting while drinking, comfortable and casual. After drinking the previous one, they threw it to the next one.

The evening breeze next to the road made them slanted and crooked, as if they might fall off their horses at any time, and they burst into laughter and angrily shouting along the way.

The three of them were not young, and they had been in the mountains and seas for a long time, but at this moment they felt a sense of pleasure in a young man's clothes and horses, full of energy, and the feeling of being brave and heroic without fear of any challenges and being soaring to the sky came back to them again.

At the end of the road, it became three forks, as if it was specially prepared for the three of them.

The three of them arrived at the fork on horseback and immediately grabbed the reins, as if they knew it was time to part.

The sunset reflects bloody red colors, and the shadows of trees beside the road are shining.

The three of them looked at each other and were silent for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh together.

"It's time to say parting again!" Qingyang grabbed the reins, led the horse and whirled, looking at Fang Xiu and Jia Yi,

"Why pretend to be sad! There will be a time to get together again!" Fang Xiu grabbed the reins with one hand, held the wine pot and squinted his eyes, showing a free and easy smile.

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the jar in one sip, then threw it out and smashed it to pieces.

"Eight years later, the border of the South China Sea of ​​Dongzhou, the land of Qingguo!" After saying that, Jia Yi whipped the horse whip and rushed out the first.

Qingyang nodded to Fang Xiu, and then walked along another fork.

Fang Xiu took off the hat on his back, put it on his head, shouted angrily, and set off with a whip.

Three horses ran along the road at the fastest speed, stirring up smoke and dust. Among the dust, the three figures gradually disappeared at the end of the sky in the fork in the sunset.

A year later, Qingyang opened a temple in Taishou Mountain east of Dahuan, proclaiming himself a sanren of Qingyang, recruiting disciples and preaching to all directions.

In the surrounding human tribes and cities, there are often incidents of monsters attacking cities and evil things harming people. This is the demarcation ridge between humans and demons, and the conflict between the two sides is extremely serious.

Qingyang Sanren often went down the mountain to drive away evil monsters and protect one side. Some tribes with excellent qualifications were naturally attracted by Qingyang Sanren and selected them to be boys.

Then choose the best among the boys and take them as preachers.

Jia Yi searched all over the north and opened a cave in a mountain filled with spiritual energy. He called it Lingshu Mountain. He called himself Qi Refiner Jia Yi, who recruited disciples and created the Qi Refiner lineage.

The north is a place with dense human races. There are many vassal states, and there are many disciples for Jia Yi to choose from. However, there are many competitions. It is easy to conflict with various witch sacrifices and witches, and there are no longer any concerns about the world. No one knows whether the Xuanyuan Kingdom, which closed the mountain gate, will reappear on that day.

Further north, there is a wider territory in the north that humans have not been able to set foot on, and no one knows what is hidden there.

In the south, annexation and wars between various vassal states and tribes became increasingly fierce.
Chapter completed!