Novoland: Eagle Flag: The Last Ji Wushen

In the vast expanse of Huoleiyuan in Hanzhou, there are only long grass and blue sky. Sitting alone between the long grass and the blue sky.

The flaming curly-haired lion horse is gnawing tender grass behind him. "Fire Cloud" is its name. Huoyun is very restless. It is a war horse. The fiery blood of the wild horse makes it infinitely yearn to run. It also longs to have that invincible warrior wield a sharp sword on its back when it runs. But it has been standing silently on Huoleiyuan with its master for a month.

The barbarian warrior under the neck of the horse looks at Cui Wei's Taihua Mountain at the end of the grassland in the distance. Behind Taihua Mountain is the sea, and after the sea is land and land. There is light blue barren soil everywhere. Above the soil, there is always a faint sky of clouds. It was a place he cherished in the distant Zhongzhou of Zhongzhou.

"The autumn wind is blowing." The soldier stroked the fire cloud that was approaching his face.

Someone came from a distance, a black cloak wrapped his body and face. The person from afar gradually changed from a small black spot between the sky and the earth to a slender black figure in front of the warrior. The veil covered his face, leaving only a pair of shining eyes.

The warrior didn't get up, the visitor didn't speak, they stared at each other with familiar eyes.

"Is the road difficult to walk? I heard that Xie Dynasty is blocking the coast again to collect military taxes." The barbarian warrior said.

It's weird that although it has typical barbarian muscles and curled brown long warriors, it has an extremely soft face and can even be said to be a little weak. His gentleness also made historians of later generations deeply doubt his identity as a berserker, and in absurd novels, he was even drawn as an astrologist who watched star charts. Only the warriors who have personally fought with him will understand what kind of power is contained in this weak body and how terrible it is to be his enemy.

"Soon he will no longer be short of military expenses. The Chamber of Commerce in Wanzhou has also declared allegiance to Xie Dynasty." The visitor said, "The one-month massacre made them understand King Xie's will."

"King Xie?" The soldier smiled strangely.

"Did you find it?"

"It can't be regarded as found, but someone saw him in Wanzhou. I don't know whose hands he is in, but the people of the chamber of commerce should know his value. He is still waiting for the highest bidder in Wanzhou."

"Really?" The guest whispered, "Then I'm going to Wanzhou."

"Are you leaving like this?" The soldier stood up, "I have been waiting for you for a month."

"Go back, this weather is not good for your health."

The cold wind poured into the soldier's mouth, and he coughed violently, his face flushed sickly. That terrible cough made one suspect that he was going to cough his lungs out. The visitor turned around as if to get closer to him but stayed where he was.

"Take this." The soldier handed a thin gold paper to the visitor, "Go to Jiang Zian. He is the leader of the chamber of commerce. He has many names, which is the only one I know. He will help you."

The guest held it in his hand and realized that it was a page made of pure gold.

"It's a contract. I saved him once and he will do his best to repay him once. But only once."

The guest put away the contract and whispered: "Thank you."

"We are strangers," said the soldier.

"For your own good, just pretend you haven't met me. I won't trouble you again."

The visitor turned and walked away. The black robe was flapping in the fierce north wind. The soldier saw the slender and pale wrist under the black robe and a little emerald jade ring on the wrist.

It seemed that the whole earth was shaken. Hundreds of black armored iron horses, under the control of the barbarian cavalry, rushed towards the weak warrior. At this time, the black figure had just disappeared on the horizon.

The warrior did not look back and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword on the horse's back. His sword was hidden in the saddle with only the frayed hilt poking out of the old leather.

The cavalry swept across the grassland like a whirlwind, and hundreds of fierce horses circled around the warriors. The short and capable armored warriors on horseback roared and reined in the horses. Their black armor was decorated with leopard fur, and there was an iron mirror with a tiger's head pattern on their chests. That was the most elite cavalry tiger and leopard iron guard of the barbarians.

"Your Majesty!" The leading knight rolled off his horse and half-kneeled at the warrior's feet in accordance with barbarian etiquette. As a barbarian, he didn't need to kneel down, nor did he advocate cumbersome etiquette. But at this time, the posture of the king holding the hilt of the sword silently made the knights very afraid, and they knew that their arrival had angered the king.

"Why are you here?"

"His Majesty has passed down a decree. If the king is not invited back to the central account before the day of the king's wedding, all the tiger and leopard iron guards will be killed."

"Then you go back and let my mother cut off your heads!"

"Yes!"

There was only a moment of hesitation, and then the cavalry really jumped on their horses and prepared to leave. He is the only one who dares to say that in the entire Gunji State, not because he is the king, but because he is the most brave berserker. The cavalry knew it was not unheard of that if he was really angry he would even behead everyone on the spot. Instead of this, it is better to go back and return to the Queen Mother.

"Forget it." Amidst the chaotic sound of horseshoes, the soldier suddenly beckoned, "Forget it."

The cavalry saw his hand leave the hilt and he jumped into the cloud of fire. The warrior shook the reins, and Huoyun walked slowly to the front of the horses. The horses were also afraid of the majesty of the horse king, and no horse dared to go over its head.

"You didn't do anything wrong." The soldier's voice was very gentle, "I was the one who was wrong."

The last time he looked back at the distant horizon, the familiar figure was no longer there.

"Big marriage, let's get married," said the soldier.

"Then let's get married!" He suddenly roared like a mad dragon, Huoyun was extremely excited in his roar. The warrior galloped on the mighty autumn plain with his horse singing wildly, and behind him was an invincible loyal warrior.

The wild song ended after seven years. When the strength could no longer support the sick body, Lu Guichen, the founding lord of Qingyang in the Northern Kingdom, finally fell from the fire cloud and fell into the dust in a fierce battle. His outstanding military exploits throughout his life, helped him win the barbarian's highest honor: the posthumous title of Zhaowu——Lv Guichen, Duke Zhaowu of Qingyang.

But when the courtiers told the dying Lu Guichen himself this posthumous title according to the old customs of the barbarians, he just smiled as if he was laughing at something.

"My ideal of Zhaowu has been left on Huoleiyuan seven years ago."

No historian in later generations can explain Lu Guichen's last words.

Yu Ren silently tidied his snow-white long hair which was already full of dirt and there was no water to wash it for many days. Limited water can only be used to quench thirst. Even a drop of saliva is precious in prison. He had just washed his head with a basin of water, which was holy water for him to pray to. He didn't pray. He knew that the radiance of the Nam Dou he believed in was so weak that it was impossible to see except in the dark night.

The barbarian's bronze helmet warriors also have dirty hair, but they are brown. He didn't wash his hair, he didn't pray, he drank the holy water and sat there with his tomahawk looking up at the beam. His Big Dipper can still be seen in the extremely cloudy day. He didn't pray because he felt that the Big Dipper had betrayed him.

"Let's begin! He who wins will be free!" Judgment is an old warrior of the human race. He is only wrapped in a white cloth, which symbolizes fairness without any worries.

The spectators cheered up and waved their arms frantically. They just bet on these two fighters. Some like the agile feathered warriors, and some believe that the stamina and explosive power of the bronze helmet warriors are the key to victory. It is unbelievable that there are also feathered people and barbarians among these spectators, but they are basically out of their own race when they bet.

This is Wanzhou, mixed and free. The fertile land of Wanzhou easily feeds all the people. Countless sea ships come and go on the routes extending in all directions. Prosperous commerce and the ubiquitous taverns and brothels make pleasure the only purpose. People who arrive here no longer pay attention to the differences of each other's races. They are quickly assimilated by a very free atmosphere and only hope to enjoy decades of life in a sensual way. .

"Wanzhou people do not belong to the five races of human, feather, scale, charm, and barbarian." Xie's monarch Ji Ye said to his soldiers before the massacre half a year ago, "Don't be soft-hearted and kill them. Their women and All the treasure belongs to you!"

Even though the massacre lasted for ten days, Wanzhou still recovered after half a year. Tired of the plump bodies of brothel women and the fragrant bamboo leaf green wine, Wanzhou's wealthy began to quietly buy prisoners of war from prisons to enjoy the **** killing. Although this was all illegal, under the connivance of the Chamber of Commerce, the government established by Xie Kingdom was not in the mood to care about the life and death of these prisoners of war.

The feathered warrior grabbed his spear and the bronze helmeted warrior lifted the barbarian's twenty-four-jin Xuanyuan battle ax to his chest.

"Come here!" The bronze helmet warrior used the classic yelling strategy to tease the enemy "Come here and let me kill you!"

The Feathermen are Unexpectedly Calm Even warriors in a race that masters Wisdom are calm and intelligent. "Thank you" Yuren said, "Thank you for saving me."

"Save you?"

"After I was captured, my legs were broken and I was sent to Wanzhou prison on the first day. Others robbed me of food. You helped me beat other prisoners. Otherwise, I would have starved to death. I remember the look on your face Scar."

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything!" The barbarian warrior yelled annoyed.

"I will fight with all my strength," Yuren said, "I heard that you barbarian warriors regard the fairness of battle as more important than life. I just want you to know that I will never forget your help."

"Kill!" The barbarian warrior, who could no longer bear it, stepped on the floor of the ring and made a loud noise.

He must attack before his fighting spirit does not decline. The barbarian warrior knows how important fighting spirit is to him. Delaying time will bring him closer to death.

The battle on the stage is getting more and more intense. The experts among the spectators also commented on the warriors of various ethnic groups with added fuel.

"The barbarians should be charged in this game" The oil shop owner with a sharp face spoke in a voice between men and women "The barbarian's tomahawk can split five long spears that are bundled together This barbarian The warrior looks particularly powerful. You can see that the brown muscles on his back should be the purest barbarian born in the northernmost barbarian tribe in Gunzhou."

"Not necessarily." Your son sneered, "Pay attention to that Yuren's head is pure white. This is the color of the close relatives of the royal family in the Yu clan. He should be an offshoot of the royal family in the Yu clan. Maybe he has received the tactics of Hexuetuan. Training."

"Crane Snow Corps? Is there really such a legion, sir?" The attendants who were burning incense to get rid of the smell of blood also came up.

"Even if there is, at least this soldier doesn't look like he can fly." The oil shop owner retorted.

"Even if you can't fly, agile tactics are the most deadly." Your son is very disdainful of the businessman's humble opinion, "Just look at the results and you will know."

At the same time, the private room upstairs was covered by bead curtains. Inside, a short, fat young man sat there calmly peeling a tangerine, a specialty of Wanzhou. There are more than a dozen luxurious Accords around the underground of the restaurant.

The young man fed the peeled oranges into the small mouth of the beautiful woman on his lap, and ate the oranges that the woman peeled and fed him bit by bit. Only the kids of wealthy families who are really bored would think of such a boring way to pass the time.

"With the master's insight, who can win this match?" The housekeeper applauded carefully.

"The Yuren have already won." The fat boy said with a smile, "Now people outside should be able to see the brilliance of the Big Dipper. That barbarian warrior didn't pray to the visible Big Dipper, he had already lost his faith and determination to live. "

With his words falling, the bronze helmeted warrior rushed towards the feathered warrior with all his strength, and the battle ax smashed down with all his strength, even if he didn't kill the enemy with a blade, this violent force could destroy that slender feathered warrior. Those who bet on the brass helmets rose excitedly to their feet with such rare strength a clear testament to their vision.

Just a moment too short to measure, a bright silver light brushed across the ring. The excited cheers suddenly stopped, as if everyone had been choked.

The fat man in the Accord of the "Returning Gun" pointed with a smile, "Sure enough, he has been trained by He Xuetuan."

"Master's vision is really sharp." The beauty on his lap giggled and flattered him.

"If you're not sharp, how can you earn money to support you?" The fat boy giggled and pinched her pink face.

The Featherman's spear was stuck in the bronze helmeted warrior's chest, and the Xuanyuan battle ax fell to the ground. Yuren let go of the handle of the gun and took a few steps back.

"Did I do something wrong?" Yuren whispered, "I thought I could give up my life to thank you, but why should I kill you?"

"Very good spearmanship." The barbarian warrior sat down on the ground to prevent himself from falling to his knees. "You have respected the tradition of our bronze helmet warriors and should not apologize."

"What can I do for you?"

"Go back to your own home," said the barbarian warrior, "I don't have my own home anymore. I don't need you to do anything for me anymore."

The barbarian warrior fell to the sky on the ring, as his blood stained the whole ring red, Yuren was free.

Without a hint of joy, Yuren picked up the short but burly body of the bronze helmeted warrior. That slender feathered man actually wanted to walk down the ring with the bronze helmeted warrior in his arms. The old human warrior who acted as an arbitrator seemed a little bit impatient for him to tear off a piece of white cloth from his body and throw it into Yuren's arms. Yuren silently nodded his thanks and **** the bleeding wound of the barbarian warrior with a white cloth. Just to take care of the traditions of the barbarians, which is different from that of the Yuren, who believe that the spirit is the foundation of life, and the barbarians artificially blood is the most important.

A feathered arrow pierced through the air and pierced the Yuren's chest. Yuren staggered and fell on the steps of the ring together with the barbarian warrior in his arms.

"I bought him!" The owner of the oil shop angrily smashed the gold ingot on the counter. "I buy him, I kill him, no one cares!"

The boss who made a big bet lost and was furious and ordered the soldiers who guarded him to kill him. Behind him, the feathered warrior with a longbow retracted his bow silently, showing no interest in the clansman in the pool of blood.

"Drive him out." The son in the Accord was a little angry, "Don't let this kind of person break the rules."

"But son" the butler hesitated, "That's from Quanwanzhou Oil Industry..."

"I said drive him out."

"Yes! Young Master."

The boss, who was still cursing, was stunned by the people sent by the butler, and he didn't dare to refute at all, leading his guards straight to the exit hidden on the stone wall.

The young man in the Accord cast a cold glance at him, but suddenly saw a slender figure in a black robe passing by the boss in the darkness of **. There seemed to be a faint silver light flickering between him and the boss, but the fat boy couldn't see clearly the boss's feathered guards, nor did he notice anything strange. Then the man in the black robe walked over but the boss stopped there.

"Housekeeper!" The fat boy's voice is serious, "Hurry up and take a few people and send Mr. Gongyang outside without disturbing the surroundings!"

Ram is the surname of the owner of the oil shop. This is also the first time that the fat man called him that just out of respect for the undead. A large amount of blood sprayed out from the wound on the boss's chest, and he knelt down in the darkness without even being able to make a sound, and then he lay on the ground completely.

His death was definitely not as solemn as that of the Brazen Helm.

The boss' body was carried out of the underground arena quietly. The butler of the fat boy walked into the Accord with a horrified expression: "My lord, someone brought this."

A page made of pure gold fell into the hands of the fat man. The fat man stared at it silently but didn't seem surprised.

"I want the grass insects to cry and the katydids; I don't see a gentleman worried.

If you see it and stop it, your heart will drop.

Zhibi Nanshan said to pick its ferns; if you don't see a gentleman, you will stop and stop if you don't see it.

Zhibi Nanshan said to pick up its weeds; I feel sad if I don't see a gentleman.

I see and stop and stop my heart. "

After quietly reading a small poem on the page, the fat boy nodded: "Is this page of "Zhaonan·Caochong" given to him by me, or is it given to you by him?"

The black-robed visitor in the shadow of the **** has already stood outside the bead curtain, but he has no intention of coming in.

"Who can **** something out of his hand?" said the visitor.

"You" the fat boy smiled, "not only can you take things from him, you can even take away from him."

"Jiang Zieucalyptus?"

"That's not important." The fat boy smiled, "You know I have many names."

"I'm looking for something in Wanzhou, you should be able to do it."

"A dagger?" Jiang Zian pushed away the beauty beside him and slowly approached the bead curtain, "Soul Sword Shadow Scale?"

"I want the whereabouts of Shadowscale."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"If you let me take a look at your face, I'll send the Shadow Scale directly to your hand." Jiang Zian smiled.

"I just want his whereabouts."

"It's a pity" Jiang Zi'an said regretfully, "I've always wanted to see your face."

A piece of autumn cloud paper was handed out from the bead curtain, and the visitor put it in his arms without even looking at it. There was no sound of the wind and no movement could be seen. The next moment, she was already walking in the distance of Accord.

The delicate beauty looked at Jiang Zian standing there quietly and hurried up to caress his chest to please him. But the usually gentle young master broke her arm and walked out of the Accord alone. Even if it is said that the power of pampering and raising a son is too small, some beauties turn pale with fright, and the old housekeeper hurriedly chased after him.

In the dark secret room, Jiang Ziyan sat on an elegant nanmu table with a basin of clear water in front of him.

The surface of the water fluctuated slightly, and a strange sound sounded from an unknown corner of the room, as if echoing in a copper and iron cavity.

"Don't turn this face on me, I'm not used to it."

Jiang Zieu can see nothing in the clear water but seems to be able to see clearly. Jiang Zi'an silently untied the bun on the top of his head with loose hair, tore off the mask from the gap in his head, and threw the clothes stuffed with silk cushions on the ground, leaving only a white jacket. Now he is not a fat and short boy, he has a handsome and childish face, and he is also very thin.

"Have you seen her?" asked the person opposite the water mirror.

"I've seen it."

"Did you help her find Shadowscale?"

"Not found."

"Why?"

"Lu Guichen only has one page and I can only help her once. I told her the whereabouts of Shadow Lin and I don't owe Lu Guichen anything."

"But you have helped Lu Guichen many times and Lu Guichen has only one page."

"That's my own pleasure." Jiang Zian turned his head away from looking at Shui Jing, "Helping her can only help Lu Guichen once, and he himself should know."

"Only the whereabouts? Whose hand is the shadow scale in?"

"Anyway, it's useless news. In the hands of a ghost, he wants to sell it for a good price."

After being silent for a while, the person on the other side said: "But she has no money."

"I don't care!" Jiang Zian suddenly shouted, "She has nothing to do with me, I don't need to do anything anymore!"

"If you help her get the shadow scale, I will compensate you. Otherwise, she will not hesitate to use force."

"Then let her kill that Mei! I don't want you to compensate her. It has nothing to do with me."

"Wanzhou is now an army of the Xie Dynasty. If she reveals her identity by killing Mei," the man said calmly, "I will always be your enemy. You should know that we are just partners, Lu Guichen and me. Different. I might kill you if I am against you."

Jiang Ziyan was stunned, and then he overturned the basin: "What the **** is she? Why are you all like this?"

In the empty courtyard, there is only the cold moon, the breeze, and a dilapidated table in the corner. A man is sitting there with his back bent and wearing a colorless robe, with his soft hat on his head.

The black-robed visitor quietly walked into the courtyard and sat on the other side of the table. The spiders, scorpions, and snakes, who were attracted by the hunchback in fear of some power in him, were far away from the table around the hunchback, and the hunchback seemed a little uneasy.

The visitor put the autumn cloud letter on the table. A hand like a chicken claw protruded from the seller's dirty robe and pulled the letter over. The seller took off the bonnet from his head, and a distorted and broken earth-gray face was revealed in the moonlight. He is a Meizu but the lowest Meizu. This kind of soul sublimated from animals or even scattered spirits will condense into a body of their own. They usually condense themselves into beautiful or handsome according to their own preferences, such as a charming fox. This kind of ugly Meizu is the result of failure in cohesion because the power of spirit is not strong enough. But they lack enough strength to rebuild their bodies, so they can only endure this horrible face and make up for their loss by making money.

"The leader of the Chamber of Commerce?" Mei said harshly, "Well, I believe you. What do you want? The Musk Moon Stone that sealed the soul of King Hunwu, the bronze ridge sword with the emblem of the general who broke the army, or the Zong of Nandou Tianji Volume? I only have these three valuable things, but you should know their value."

"I want Soul Sword Shadowscale."

Mei was a little surprised: "Just for Shadowscale? It's just a dagger that seals the soul of an assassin, right? Don't you look down on my precious treasures and just want an ordinary soul sword?"

"I just want Shadowscale to take back your other things."

"Really don't want to look at other things?" Mei didn't want to let this big customer go.

He carefully took out a wooden box from his arms. When he opened the wooden box, the copper sword in the box suddenly started to roar. Yes, it was indeed the bronze sword that was roaring, and the bronze human face on the spine of the bronze sword twisted accordingly.

"What a fierce soul! It is the soul fragment of the former general who broke the army. This is the real good weapon."

"Take out the shadow scales." The visitor ignored the roar of the soul of the general who broke the army, "Don't waste my time."

"Okay, okay." Mei rolled her eyes cunningly and took out a leather bag from her bosom. This time, he didn't untie the leather bag, and after realizing the importance of the Soul Seal Sword to the visitor, he decided to cherish this opportunity to raise the price.

"How much?" The visitor's voice was trembling, and she could feel the Shadowscale breathing in that leather bag.

"Five... not eight thousand taels of gold! To me it means gold!" Mei resolutely threw out the sky-high price.

"Eight thousand taels of gold?" The guest did not expect this astonishing price. Although she prepared some money, she didn't know that she would spend the price of ten large manors in Wanzhou to buy this soul sword back.

"Eight thousand taels!" After seeing the visitor's reaction, Mei became more determined.

"I... only brought four hundred taels." The visitor said, "You should also know that the shadow scale is not worth eight thousand taels."

"Then we won't be able to make a deal." Pretending to leave Mei suddenly took back the leather bag.

The panicked visitor moved her hands with an incredible speed and angle. Her pale and slender hands protruded from the robe and grabbed it regardless of the filth on Gu Mei's body. Meizu are all gifted magicians even a lowly dirty Meizu. Following the brief mantra, Mei flung out the powder mixed with sulfur from her fingers. Sulfur is only a material for ignition, and the real fire he ignited by his mind has real attack power. The real fire ignited the sulfur in an instant and exploded a fire ball in front of the visitor.

A transparent airflow barrier appeared explosively in front of the visitor, and was easily stopped by the barrier. The visitor only took a small half step back. Mei was a little surprised that although he didn't use all his strength, the person who easily received the mantra fire at such a short distance was already an extremely terrifying opponent.

Amid the shock, the veil on the visitor's face fell off and the cloak was tilted to one side. His hair was pale golden, like a waterfall, his eyes were deep rose red, his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent. Her facial features are exquisite and small, and there seems to be a little melancholy on her originally bright face.

"Yuren?" Mei was a little surprised not so much by the buyer's lineage as by her beauty.

"Don't go," the visitor hesitantly took off the emerald jade ring on his wrist, "How about adding this jade ring? It should be worth fifty taels of gold."

She felt a little sad and ridiculous. The emerald jade ring that has been cherished for fifteen years is about to be taken away by a dirty charm. What will happen if Lu Guichen sees it? Can he restrain the dangerous temper in his heart?

Mei hesitated. Although he did raise the price, four hundred taels of gold plus a green jade ring of not perfect condition still couldn't satisfy his wish. The soul seal sword is also considered a rare treasure. His turbid eyes slowly turned to Yuren's plump chest and white neck, and the uncontrollable evil thoughts made him think about it. What is the body under the black robe?

"Shouldn't she be a girl? Maybe she won't care so much anymore..." Mei was calculating the possibility of success. Although the lifespan of the Yuren tribe is longer than that of humans, adult women will still maintain the youthful appearance of twenty years old for a long time. But the buyer in front of him clearly has a feeling of vicissitudes and should no longer be as shy as a young woman. What's more, this marriage seal sword is really important to her.

"One night." Mei couldn't stop the saliva from the corner of her mouth, "Four hundred taels of gold and emerald jade ring, come with me tonight, and I will give you the shadow scale."

As expected, Yuren didn't scream like an innocent girl, but she just lowered her head.

"Shy?" Mei was a little uneasy.

He didn't expect that there was a terrible aura in Yuren's eyes. This ordinary Mei couldn't even imagine what kind of request he was making.

A handsome child's face flashed at the gate of the yard. The boy sneered at Mei Mei, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Mei's face changed, he suddenly dropped the leather bag and rushed out of the yard without looking back.

In a clearing far away from the yard, a young man sat on a cart full of gold. In the bustling Wanzhou, thousands of taels of gold are traded every day, but there is no one who really trades gold like this boy pulls cow dung without using gold tickets.

"Eight thousand taels of gold" Jiang Zian said, "I will give you the price you paid. I brought 10,000 taels, but luckily you didn't ask for more."

"Master..." Mei looked at him in panic.

"All the silver shops and silver buildings in Wanzhou are my property. I know that the golden ticket I issued can win your trust, but I think I'd better pay you gold. Get out of here with the gold. I don't think you have a chance to redeem the golden ticket. Yes. You will spend your whole life on the run because you sold that sword."

"You'd better not tell anyone that you ever intended to possess that Yuren's body." Before leaving, Jiang Zian smiled, "Otherwise, you will undoubtedly be strangled no matter whether you are in Qingyang or Xie Kingdom." Die."

Yu Ren stood quietly in the yard for a long time before she picked up the leather bag with trembling hands.

In the leather pocket is a black dagger without a scabbard. The blue dots on the black sword body are like fragments of stars.

"Is that you?" Yuren said softly, stroking the sword.

She put her still delicate cheek on the cold sword and hugged the sheathless sword tightly in her arms: "Is it you? I am here. We are together..."

Sitting on a branch under the moon was a light feathered figure. She held the blade of the sword in her arms and brushed her face against the hilt. After taking off the black robe, only her snow-white long skirt was left on her body. The long corners of the skirt fell under the branches and fluttered and fell with the wind.

The boy with the child's face in the distance covered by the clouds and the moon flowing across the sky sighed quietly.

In the secret room, Jiang Zieu is sitting in front of the silver basin.

"Did she get the shadow scale?"

"I got it and I saw her, she is really beautiful."

"Is it still beautiful?" The person opposite the water mirror said, "Is it the same as back then?"

"Is it just beautiful? Is it because she is beautiful?"

"At least for me it's not just because of her beauty."

"What about Lu Guichen?"

"I don't know that he is the least talkative among us and we don't know much about his mind."

"Is he stupid?" Jiang Zi'an laughed, "Every time I read that "Zhaonan·Caochong" to him, he just smirks."

"He's not stupid."

There was no answer from Jiang Zi'an for a long time.

The person opposite the water mirror seemed to sigh: "Are you crying?"

Jiang Zian overturned the silver basin again and sat there blankly with his face on his back. The messy hair in the topknot hung down to set off the childish face that was as bright as jade.

King Xie sat on the top of the Taiqing Pavilion, and the seven-colored dancing sleeves rose and fell back down. The charming court ladies danced a Hu Xuan until almost dawn.

Recently, the favorite concubine noticed that King Xie seemed to be in a good mood all night. She touched his muscular chest with a catkin through King Xie's armor, blushing and coquettishly said: "Your Majesty, I want someone Accompany me."

"Is there anyone missing the palace?" King Xie looked at Concubine Chong calmly.

"No, I want a child to accompany me," the concubine had no choice but to say. In any case, in the Daxie Palace where there are thousands of beauties, if you can't conceive a prince, you have no future.

"Really? I'll let you have a baby when I have time." King Xie was smiling but his smile was cold. King Xie, who holds the title of King of Martial Arts, is a cold and unfeeling person, as is said in the palace.

King Xie pinched his concubine's face: "It's a bit like... Is it really like it or I can't remember clearly?"

The brilliance of Beidou suddenly became stronger, and King Xie's eyes were suddenly attracted to him. After staring blankly for a long time, King Xie laughed happily. He pointed to the starry sky and said to his concubine gently: "Look, has Aiqing seen Beidou?"

"The great glory of the Big Dipper is His Majesty's martial arts."

"No, I want you to see the little star next to Po Jun."

"Little star?" The concubine was puzzled, "Why is there one more Big Dipper? Could it be that the king wants to add a new state?"

"No." King Xie stood up with a smile, "That little star is usually invisible and called 'Assassin' is the star of the assassin."

"Assassin?"

"It was the star that brought me to the throne." King Xie laughed and "passed on to the Heavenly Supervisor!"

The white-headed girl in the copper tile hall of Qin Tianjian is observing the starry sky through the hollow roof. The roof can be rotated, and each gap corresponds to a star.

"Is it coming?" The girl murmured.

She suddenly ran into the library in the basement of the Copper Tile Hall and searched among the countless ancient star books that she had collected. Finally, she picked up a sheepskin file and looked at her and began to smile bitterly.

"Your Majesty passed on Dr. Ximen, the Heavenly Superintendent." A voice came from above.

"What's the use of passing me on? The gods of the stars wish it so."

The girl slowly climbed to the ground and threw a paper to the guard's collar: "Tell Your Majesty that Simon is leaving. What I can do for him has been written on it."

The hailstones that fell suddenly in the morning hadn't stopped yet, and the ice cubes as big as chicken eggs almost smashed the iron tiles on the Taiqing Pavilion.

In the distance, Tianqi, the capital of the emperor, is vast. The people looking down are condescending, wearing yellow robes and armor, like another mountain on the Taiqing Pavilion.

"Yuhou, do you know that I have a younger brother?" King Xie said.

"The king of Jin prospers all over the world." Hou Hou, who was the only one who disobeyed the chessboard in the Taiqing Pavilion, suddenly felt panic and stood up to answer carefully.

"If he is the one who ascends the throne, you probably won't survive tomorrow, right?"

Bailiyu stood up rudely in shock: "Your Majesty has only been king for seven years, why did you pass on the throne?"

"You..." King Xie pointed at Bailiyu, "you are not from the country of Xie."

Bailiyu's face was pale.

"So" King Xie said slowly, "you can listen to this story, but I don't know if you want to listen to me."

Two hours later, Bailiyu was already lying at the feet of King Xie in horror: "I should not listen to my minister!"

"It's okay, that's what I want to tell you." King Xie waved his hand casually, "As long as I'm here, you'll be fine."

"Your Majesty is favored by the stars in the sky, and there will be no surprises!"

"Dr. Ximen of Qin Tianjian has left. He left a letter saying that the starry air is cold and hail will inevitably fall today. If the hail can stop at sunset, then I still have a chance. If not, I'd better sort out what to do things."

"Your Majesty!"

"Come and play a game of chess with me. You can retreat when the sun sets."

The cloud plate in the distance finally sounded, and the hail still fell one after another. The sound of the cloud board entered the sky, and there was silence, Baili Yu trembled, and the chess piece fell into the teacup. It was already sunset.

"Hehe" King Xie stood up, "Marquis Yu, do you still want to see Xiaozhou?"

Bailiyu knelt down: "Think."

"Changye ascended the throne, all my old friends will surely suffer accidents, so Ximen will leave me. The only way I can save you is to let you go back to the fiefdom of the old Tang Dynasty, but your old ministers will definitely plan to raise troops in your name Once again against me, Xie Chao, your cowardly character can't be stopped at all."

"I just want to see Xiao Zhou again."

"Without your tongue and hands, you can no longer be an emperor." King Xie smiled and took Bai Liyu's hand, "But I will keep your eyes, you can still see her, and you can even kiss her and be with her Get old. You can continue to write poems with wooden limbs.”

"Your Majesty said..."

"If you are willing to keep your tongue and hands, I will let you go back to Jiutang and Xiaozhou together. If you don't want to, you have to stay in Tianqi. But I don't think Chang Ye will let you go."

Bailiyu knelt there blankly.

"I know you are timid, so I won't force you to decide everything by yourself."

After a long time, Bailiyu got up and straightened his robe, then knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

King Xie raised his hand: "Bring the disobedient Hou back to the mansion and cut off his hands and tongue to wait for my edict."

When "Your Majesty" Bai Liyu left, he didn't kneel down and stood up like before and spoke to King Xie, "Is this really the last time we saw each other?"

"Maybe not. If I'm still on your tongue tomorrow, I won't be able to connect it back." King Xie laughed.

There was a gust of wind and cloudy clouds, and there was a crackling sound. King Xie's slightly gray temples were cut off by the wind.

King Xie threw Duan off the high platform of Taiqing Pavilion with a smile.

"Jin King is here!"

King Xie sat on the Taiqing Pavilion drinking and waved to make King Jin sit beside him.

"Today is October 10th, and the hailstorm fell into the night." King Xie whispered, "Perhaps Ximen's words are right, and Xie Kingdom belongs to you."

"Brother..." Jin Wang stood up in panic and was about to kneel down as soon as his knees gave way.

King Xie took King Jin by his strong hand and pushed back on the chair: "We brothers have understood clearly since we were young that there is no need to be like this. You can break my arm because of a chestnut when you were nine years old. Your house The teacher who has kept dozens of astrology in his home calculates the astrology every night, so why pretend to be sad on this day?"

King Jin's teary eyes flashed a chill: "Not bad, so what else can you say?"

King Xie suddenly got up, held the sword and dragged King Jin towards him. His Excellency Taiqing, in the panic of the palace people, the sword fell on King Jin's neck. King Jin's face was pale and his knees trembled: "Brother, don't want it!"

King Xie stared at the blade and his eyes were calm: "Don't underestimate me, Chang Ye, you know me far better than I know you. Remember, no matter what, don't use Qingyang to use soldiers unless Lu Guichen is dead. Forever Don’t think about invading the territory of the Chenyue Sect. That small piece of land is meaningless to us, Daxie, but your lifespan will never be longer than that person’s, and your talent is far behind him!”

King Xie poked the snow with his sword and laughed loudly: "I can do it myself."

King Xie turned around and boarded the Taiqing Pavilion and shouted to all the palace people: "Sing and dance with wine!"

The music of the five armies breaking the formation has been singing endlessly for thousands of years. King Xie patted the table and laughed loudly: "Okay! It was twelve years ago again!"

"Close the door!" King Jin outside Daxie Palace sneered and ordered, "Come and pick me up early tomorrow morning."

Xie Yiqianhuan Drunk-eyed King Xie leaned in front of the table and looked at His Majesty Taiqing's five hundred girls dressed in snow-white veils, singing and dancing gracefully like countless white-feathered cranes.

There is such a crane that dances so beautifully that it makes all the 499 beautiful court ladies around it lose their color. King Xie seemed to be too drunk with wine. He watched the snow crane dancing and climbing up the Taiqing Pavilion with a dazed expression. The slender woman stood in front of King Xie, her clear eyes stared at the thirty-nine-year-old King Xie. As a human being, it is the age to start aging.

King Xie stood up unsteadily and looked at her snow-like face: "Is it you? Many times I thought I saw you and woke up to realize that I was holding a strange maid..."

The burly King Xie rushed to the woman: "Let me give you a hug."

Just as he was holding the woman's shoulder, the short sword overflowing with stars pierced into his chest, and the hot blood stained her white clothes red.

"It's really you? You brought him to kill me." King Xie said dumbly, "Are you avenging him?"

"You will see him soon."

"He died the earliest among the five of us." King Xie suddenly smiled, "But he is the happiest."

Looking at King Xie's bright smile, Yuren suddenly felt fear. She didn't know if she had made some fatal mistake. Could it be that King Xie didn't get hit by the sword?

King Xie rushed towards Yuren with all his strength. With his own strength, the soul sword pierced through his own chest with a bang.

Yu Ren felt King Xie's hot blood warm her chest. King Xie held her tightly like a child afraid of losing his mother. King Xie's lips gently pressed against her moist lips, and the fading warmth reminded her of the dense forest in the middle of the night eleven years ago.

Desperately, she hugged King Xie and the boy who used to sing and dance on the deer platform.

Ji Ye, the founding king of the Daxie Dynasty, died bizarrely.

But how can someone sneak into the heavily guarded Daxie Palace to kill people? Unofficial history said that Ji Wushen, the supreme warrior of the Yu tribe who manipulated the mind in the legend, performed the assassination. It is said that Ji Wushen is the most mysterious and honorable general in the Crane Snow Regiment of the Yu Clan. They are singing girls and they have flying wings. The assassinated Wushen Ji unfolded the thin snow wings hidden under the skin on his back and flew into the sky after the assassination. People who like hearsay even said that if the injured King Xie hadn't slashed and killed his bow warriors like crazy at the end, they would have shot down Ji Wushen in the sky and dried her into a specimen. At that time, they had shot her in the chest.

In short, Himeno, the strongest samurai who ended the Warring States Period, "Shenwu King" died. The state of Xie mourned for three months, and the rich people of Wanzhou celebrated the fate of the gods and stars for ending the cruel emperor.

His posthumous title is Yu Lie Xie Yu Lie Wang Ji Ye. The ministers were going to use Wu Lie, but Dr. Ximen, the Qin Tianjian who disappeared mysteriously, appeared in the meeting hall.

"Use Yu Lie, he will like it." Simon said. Then the most outstanding astrologer in the entire history of Daxie disappeared forever.

Ningzhou Qixi Festival is the territory of the Yu Clan.

On this day, all adult males and females of the Yu clan can grow snow-white wings and soar into the sky. The women put on the lightest and whitest gauze clothes like flawless cranes.

The visitor in the black robe shook off his dark robe and half a year's travel dust on the beach. In the first ray of sunlight, she spread her snow-white wings and flew into the blue sky with those happy men and women. Her dancing posture is the lightest and the loneliest. Many Yuzu gave up flying and just stared at her blankly on the shore. One of them had glassy eyes.

The person who is not looking at himself is looking at another person thousands of miles away with his eyes. In the dark ancient palace, a black robe is looking down at the water mirror in the silver basin. It was just an emptiness in a black robe.

"I used to have four pairs of eyes, and now I'm the only one still looking at them." He murmured that his voice seemed to echo in the copper and iron cavity.

She flipped and flew higher and higher in the sky until she was far away from the other flying feathers. And only those dull eyes watched her through some deep occult art.

The snow-white wings were folded, and she lightly fell on the waves, leaving only waves in waves.

The black robe pushed aside the silver basin and walked into the deep palace between the two rows of torches.

The heavy copper door with stars and moon patterns slowly opened in front of him. A thin head in a silver plate beside the copper door said: "Will the leader wake you up in three hundred years?"

The black robe walked into the bronze door and the middle door closed silently.

Since the seven years of King Xie Yulie, there have been no legends about Ji Wushen on the mainland of Kyushu since that year.

Explanation: Basically, it serves the setting, that is, the historical setting involves a certain historical era in the Kyushu continent (the period of unification after the end of the first Warring States period). At this time, both Xie Kingdom and Qingyang had just been established, and the rulers of both sides were also the founders of the country.

The whole story is built in the history of the founding of the country. At this time, the alliance of heroes to create peace in troubled times has collapsed, and Qingyang Zhaowugong himself is a member of this alliance. Most of the main characters of that alliance will be in this story unless he is dead but some of them may be just a few strokes. In fact, I don't know what the story of the creation of peace is. This story is also very vague and does not directly involve the details of the Alliance in Troubled Times. If you are interested in watching it, you can play it freely.

As for Ji Wushen, he is a kind of legendary warrior who combines the dual power of material and spirit, and is also a singer of mind control. Although they can't compare spells with magicians and can't compare strength with berserkers, they have an absolute advantage in manipulating the mind.

After the end of the Warring States period, the legend of Ji Wushen never continued. (Of course you can also revive it)