Chapter 1 Chapter 1

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date="2021-01-17"

title="Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "

weight="123928"

series = ["Lie Huo Jiao Chou"]

mode = "manual"

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Twenty-one years of Daqi Qizheng, frost fell. Fastest update

A team of knights galloped on the official road, and the people and horses were exhausted. Suddenly, the leading young knight shouted: "The boundary monument is here!"

I saw a stone stele erected on the side of the road not far away, Zhang Yugao, and a line of bloody words with dragons flying and phoenix dancing on it, threatening: Red Abyss, the creatures stopped, and those who entered were frustrated and ashes.

In front of the stele, a middle-aged general greeted them with a row of guards. The guards lined up in armor and sharpened, and when they saw the people, they knelt down: "His Royal Highness."

"Call—"

The leading young knight jumped off his horse, ran too fast, and staggered under his feet. The general hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Your Highness, be careful."

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

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

The voice was a man dressed in mysterious clothes, with his back to the crowd, standing alone at the end of the boundary monument. The young prince glanced at the blood written on the boundary monument, and the newborn calf rushed through without fear of tigers and ran to the mysterious clothing. The man knelt down: "Erchen"

The Xuanyi man stretched out his hand and gently pulled the prince up: "No need."

The man's face was too young. Standing with the boy next to him, he was more like an older brother than an uncle and nephew. No one would have thought that he was the Qizheng Emperor Sheng Xiao who had been in power for 21 years.

He had sword eyebrows, but his eyebrow peaks were not obvious. He flew diagonally into the temple, but the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. He had a kind of gentle and affectionate meaning, and he was very amiable, and he was a handsome and upright look.

Emperor Qizheng patted the little prince on the shoulder, and said warmly, "Are you afraid to walk with me?"

The prince said: "You are not afraid of your children. When the emperor was young, he flattened the Red Abyss, suppressed demons, and killed a million ghost soldiers, and restored my mountains and rivers. Even if the children are less than one or two hundred of the emperor, they dare not dare to be afraid of you. Prestige."

"What prestige, bad name." Emperor Qizheng smiled and walked forward slowly, "You are not afraid, but I am very afraid. I haven't dared to come back in 20 years."

The prince hurriedly followed with some doubts. He could neither understand his fear nor why he used the word "hui": "Uncle Emperor".

"Hush--" Emperor Qizheng put a finger on his lips, "Listen."

The prince turned his ears blankly. After listening for a moment, he couldn't help but muttered: "Listen to what? Nothing."

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

The prince was stunned, and suddenly remembered the legend he had heard when he was young-it is said that the Red Abyss was filled with millions of grievances who died in battle, and the grievances soared to the sky. As a result, the two sides of the Grand Canyon were blowing gale all year round, sobbing, people standing Outside the boundary monument, screams and crying can be heard day after day.

However, at this time, everything was extremely quiet, and he wandered through the boundary marker without incident, except for the footsteps of himself and his uncle, but he heard nothing.

The prince thought to himself: "Is it true that folklore is unbelievable?"

Entering the boundary monument, and walking no more than a hundred meters forward, you can already feel the heat wave on your face. At this time, according to the solar terms, it was late autumn. The prince was only wearing a thin jacket, but his forehead was still sweating out layer by layer. He took a peek at his uncle and resisted not wiping it.

They said that Emperor Qizheng was fierce and fierce. He was a moody lunatic. He was born in a pool of father and brother's blood and was born ominous. They also said that he killed his mother, killed his teacher, burned books, banned speech, stored up, used military weapons, and killed Zhongliang.

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

No matter what happens, this man is always gentle and calm, and he has never been stern and disheveled. The prince looked up to this uncle since he was a child, and now he has grown up, he has been able to draw the heaviest bow, and he has been able to manage the country well, and is still following his back.

After the two crossed the boundary monument for more than a mile, Sheng Xiao stopped, and the surrounding was full of sulfur. The little prince was already a little breathless, and insisted on not showing it.

"Okay, let's stop here this year," Sheng Xiao turned around, pulled out the sword from the prince, and thrust it into the ground. "Go forward, you can't stand it anymore."

"this year?"

"You can come and see it every year from now on. If I'm not mistaken, this sword should be able to push forward five miles a year. In less than ten years, the Red Abyss fire should be completely extinguished. Then you can write the "Qiheiji" 'Send someone to stay here--As for the boundary monument that scares people, it's smashed."

The prince was taken aback for a moment, and vaguely heard something else from his words.

Emperor Qizheng had already expressed his intention to abdicate as early as a year ago. On his two patrols, he had the prince supervise the country, while suppressing the Quartet, and paving the way for future generations in an orderly manner.

But when this day came, the young prince was still flustered not knowing what to do.

"I have taught you what I should teach you." Sheng Xiao said lightly, "Zhang Bo and Kong Yu are available. Zhao Kuan is still in prison. It is wrong. You should remember to let him out and give it to the Zhao family. Rehabilitated. The son does not say that his father had passed. In the future, it is inconvenient for you to speak badly about me. Just push Yang Dong out. That kid is not a good thing. He has eaten so much in the past few years, and he should be released in the next year. ."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, as if recalling whether he had missed anything, the prince knelt down with a "plop": "Uncle Emperor's Spring and Autumn Prosperity"

Sheng Xiao smiled: "Why, are you planning to let me work until I'm old, or go into the soil for peace? Your uncle has been worrying about it for a long time, so please feel sorry for me — the edict of Zen, Zhang Bo and Feng Chun hold me Leave a copy for each, Old Feng will bring you back to Beijing with a forbidden army. He is 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 behind, looking in the direction of Red Abyss, gently touching his forehead: "Do you remember your biological parents?"

"I don't dare to forget it for a day."

"That's good." Sheng Xiao nodded, "When you grow up, you know how to take your own way. Go, stay here for a long time and hurt your body."

"What about you?"

"The capital is very depressed, I don't want to go back." Sheng Xiao said, "I don't, just guard the Red Abyss for you, you have time later, you can come and see me."

The prince calmed down a bit, then remembered something, frowned and said: "But the neighborhood of Red Abyss is very desolate, and there is no palace"

"I have arrangements." Sheng Xiao interrupted him, pulled him up, gave him a light push, and urged, "Let's go, there is my old friend in Red Abyss, I will talk to him, you guys are too noisy."

The prince didn't dare to disobey the emperor's order, and walked back three times. When he reached the boundary monument, he finally couldn't help but looked back at the man and saw him sitting on the ground in front of the saber.

At that moment, the prince suddenly had a hunch in his heart for no reason-this was the last time he saw this figure.

Then he felt that his idea was inexplicable. Emperor Qizheng thought deeply. Since he said "arrangement", he must have built a palace nearby. He must be diligent in the future and try his best to let the emperor have no worries. Please be happy during the holidays. One point, even if you are filial.

Thinking of this, the prince knelt in front of the boundary monument, meticulously bowed and bowed three times to the back of the man in Xuan Yi, and rushed to his own destiny.

The prince and others were sent away. The night was drooping, and the guards were all sent away. Only one guard remained. The guard came behind Sheng Xiao, knelt down and curled up, his armor fell off his body, and his robe fell to the ground. , A slap-sized bird appeared inside, quietly guarding his master's side.

"Right," Sheng Xiao flexed his fingers and scratched its neck, and took out a very thin gold wire from the neck of the little bird, "forget you."

Intricate inscriptions flowed on the golden silk, as if it were on its neck. Sheng Xiao gently stretched out his hand to grind, the golden thread snapped to his fingertips.

There was a low roar from the bird’s throat, and then, its body suddenly grew more than ten times larger, its wings spread out, and a raging fire was raised, its neck screamed, and the nebula in the southern night sky stirred-this was actually a young man square!

Sheng Xiao stood up and sighed: "You don't have to monitor me anymore. We are both free."

Bi Fang stepped forward and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Sheng Xiao looked down at it, and Bi Fang met his gaze, instinctively flinched, slowly let go of his teeth, and sat down stiffly.

"Good." The man smiled, raised his hand and took off his crown, and the long hair tied to the top of his head fell quickly. He waved, then turned and walked in the direction of Red Abyss.

The Red Abyss was cracked thousands of miles away, and tyrannical fire magma rolled underground, and no grass grew on both sides of the bank. When he reached the edge of the cliff, the man's robe sleeves and boots had been burnt.

The gentleness and calmness of the mask on his face split open, faintly expressing pleasure and madness.

It's better for mortals.

A mortal’s life is only a moment, with decades of suffering and decades of happiness. The pain that the body can experience is always limited. Often people have not felt the pain yet, and people are already free.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Sheng Xiao thought: "I, I might have to suffer a bit."

Bi Fang, who was guarding the sword, let out a scream, and the man jumped into the sea of ​​fire under the abyss.

The blast of hot air was like a fire, and the rolled flesh was quickly burned into coke. Starting from the hair and skin, it burned layer by layer until the bones were seen. The blood began to boil, and the blood vessels burst in the body and exploded through. After the burnt skin and flesh, his meridians all over his body were severed, and he coughed up a mouthful of ashes, not knowing whether it was the heart or the lungs.

Immediately afterwards, he crashed into the magma of the ground fire. There was a hard shell on the surface of the magma, but his body was too strong. He fell from the cliff of ten thousand meters high, but it was not broken into slag. The broken backbone was folded in half. , The flame raised high, like a banner, the ground fire that melted gold and jade opened a mouth, swallowed him in one mouthful, and then exploded, spraying him back into the air.

So far, he still hasn't died.

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

Under such repeated torture, the ins and outs of his life, his joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, all along with his melted mind, were dried and refined by the fire until he gradually forgot who he was, and the alarmed magma calmed down again. The stump that couldn't be burnt slowly sank.

Finally, it's over.

Qi Martial Emperor Sheng Xiao, son of Emperor Ping.

Emperor Ping was killed by the Yaozu, died in Red Abyss, and survived, and Xiaodai became emperor. When he was young and bumpy, he was twenty-three years old. The Demon Slayer King was under Yong'an City. He changed his name to Qizheng. In 21 years of Xiangguo, he was killed in the fire of Red Abyss, with no bones left.

In another ten years, the earth fire was extinguished, the Red Abyss was flat, the Emperor Wen cut the boundary monument, and the Martial Emperor mausoleum was erected.

The vicissitudes of life, after the ages, a vast sea of ​​forests grew from the ashes of Red Abyss.

The primeval forest of the Red Abyss Grand Canyon has become a scenic spot.

Hum——

what sound?

From the depths of the earth came vague and disturbing babbles, growing louder and closer and closer.

very noisy

His consciousness was forcibly awakened by those noisy noises. Perception betrayed his will. The senses that had been silent for a thousand years greedily stretched out their tentacles, madly sucking every vivid detail around him, and the whole noisy world flooded him involuntarily. , Following his six senses poured into the sea of consciousness-the touch of mud, the smell of soil, the sound of wind, the sound of falling leaves, the sound of footsteps, the voice of humans

Human voice?

He wondered: "Why is there anyone here?"

This doubt flashed past, and then more questions floated with his resurrected consciousness: "Why shouldn't there be anyone here? Where is this? I am"

who am I?

He felt his body, tentatively struggling, a crisp sound came from his ear, and the wind passed over his forehead. He opened his eyes suddenly and was dazzled by the long-lost sunlight. Tears, and then found myself lying in the scraps of a coffin.

"Oh," he pondered for a moment in the coffin dregs, and calmly concluded, "I may be a corpse."

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