The sun is hot. This is the fifty-second hot summer day in Boli after Donghu occupied the imperial capital of the Southern Wei Dynasty. Pedestrians passing by always like to rest here and drink a pot of tea to relieve the heat.
The owner of the teahouse is old. I heard that he was a storyteller here when he was young. The owner of the teahouse went to the Southern Wei Dynasty and never came back. Before leaving, he entrusted the Sanqi Teahouse to this storyteller. people.
In the first few years, he would often tell stories, but he only had one rule: never talk about war.
In recent years, the world has become more and more chaotic. Beiqiu is in chaos, the carvings are in chaos, and even Li'er has proclaimed himself king. The old king of Donghu is a mad king. He has good times and bad times, and the ministers dare not disobey him. The mad king was protected day and night by the powerful martial arts losers.
Someone has seen him. The Mad King, who was well past his 60s, still has handsome features. You can vaguely see his beautiful face when he was young, but time has not been kind to him. There are wrinkles on his forehead and brows, and the traces of time are carved on his body. .
One day, a guest came to Sanqi Teahouse.
The new storyteller in the teahouse was telling a story about a woman who joined the army for her father. Everyone was listening with interest, and the guest went upstairs.
The owner of the teahouse set up a seat on the second floor.
The visitor said, "I've been waiting for a long time."
"I'm not waiting for you." The teahouse owner said.
"I know."
"I didn't say I didn't want to see you again, why are you still here?"
The visitor smiled, "If he dies, you and I are the same. No one is the winner. At least to him, you and I are both ants."
"I'm afraid you are comforting yourself. You are the only one who is an ant."
"As long as I have divine power, I can search for him throughout my life. No matter how many thousands of years it takes, I can always find him. But you can't. You have lost your divine power to live as long as heaven."
The teahouse owner was not angry after hearing this. He only asked someone to serve a pot of cloud and mist, "He likes to drink cloud and mist very much. Do you like it?"
"I won't drink the tea. I'm just telling you that I've searched all over Shi Wei and haven't found his reincarnation. You can also look for him in Bolu."
"I won't look for him, I just have to wait and he will come to me."
After hearing this, the other party frowned and stood up, "It's not enough to say nothing."
The Mad King has nightmares every night.
It was the same nightmare. He was trapped in the nightmare, sweating profusely, and desperately calling for help, but no one could save him until he woke up.
That same nightmare would always lead him to that day.
See the same person.
Behind the fallen corpses on the battlefield, a man wearing a deer god mask walked out.
The Mad King took off his evil ghost mask and asked, "Who are you? From Southern Wei or from Beiqiu?"
He laughed and laughed.
"You don't recognize me and you forgot this deer god mask?" He took off the mask and said.
The Mad King's pale face was stained with the blood of his enemies, and his mask seemed to have been soaked in dirty blood.
He felt ashamed and recognized the person in front of him.
I have believed in the god Tengger for my whole life.
Tengri gave him the Deer God Mask, "Take it. From now on, you are the real king, but you are no longer a believer of Shiwei. I allow you to break away from Shiwei."
The mad king knelt down and said, "God shows mercy, I don't want to betray Shi Wei's faith."
"Betrayal? Only those who lost Wei can say that betraying Tengger is betrayal. You are not a person who lost Wei, so it is not considered a betrayal."
He was shocked and said, "I am not a Shiwei person. How could it be possible? My master told me that my parents were killed by wolves due to tribal migration. I escaped by chance. How could I not be a Shiwei person?"
The god looked at him with a look of pity, "You come from the distant Southern Wei Dynasty, you are not Shiwei."
He didn't believe it, and of course he didn't want to believe it. His hands were stained with the blood of his fellow tribesmen in the Southern Wei Dynasty. He was the Central Plains person he hated the most.
"Did anyone tell you that your surname is Jimo?"
After saying that, he put his hand on his bloody forehead and closed his eyes.
He showed him how he was sent by the Southern Wei people to lose Wei and escaped the royal assassination.
The diviner of the Southern Wei Dynasty predicted that after Mo Heng was born, he would ascend the throne of the Southern Wei Dynasty, massacre the royal family of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and fight against each other. He would not show any mercy. However, under the protection of his mother, Princess Yuanfang, the emperor did not take action against him. He was the sibling brother of Princess Yuanfang. At that time, Princess Yuanfang only had one son. A few years later, she gave birth to a daughter named Ran.
As soon as Princess Yuanfang died, the royal family rushed to take action. Under the arrangement of the princess during her lifetime, the prince-in-law sent Jimo Heng out of the imperial capital according to the route given by Princess Yuanfang, all the way to Donghu. Unexpectedly, there was a drought in Donghu that year and there were many refugees, so Jimo Heng was protected. The people didn't pay attention for a while, and Jimo Heng was taken away by the refugees.
Jimo Ran was sent to Li'er by her father several years ago. He waited until she came back to tell her that her brother had met a Jianghu spy on the way to Li'er to look for him. He had been assassinated and his body had been buried long ago.
Some of these refugees were Shiwei Xizuo who had mixed up with Donghu, and they brought Jimo Heng back to the Shiwei grassland.
After the high priest of Shiwei divined his star destiny, he used magic to erase his memory, and then changed his face and life, and finally stayed in the Shiwei tribe.
She already had a premonition that this child would become her knife to stab Nan Wei.
If she couldn't change Shi Wei's fate, then she would use him to take revenge.
The god withdrew his power and still looked at him with pity, caressing his bleeding face, "Poor child."
The armor on his body made him unable to breathe, and he felt that it was so dark that he couldn't see the way back.
He has been fighting to this day to make wedding clothes for others.
He wants revenge, but whose revenge is it for
The god was above and said, "This is my punishment for you because you killed him."
Wei Lang smiled with tears in his eyes, "I killed Ji Liyou, so you want to punish me in this way?"
"I know he will die, but I will seek revenge on whoever kills him. Your sword is stained with his blood. Today, I will let you shed tears of blood."
He looked up to the sky and cried and roared, crying that he had accomplished nothing in his life, and roaring that he was doing nothing in this life.
The God said coldly, "You massacred your best friends, killed your own kin, and raped your sister. Even if there is an afterlife, you are not worthy of being loved by others. You will be cursed in all your lifetimes. Become the king of the world and see all the loneliness and darkness." Everyone will fear you, but no one will love you. You are a king, but you are only a king."
From that day on, the king of Donghu became a mad king. Even when he was conscious, he just painted one picture after another in a dull manner.
All paintings are the same scene.
In the flower-filled garden of the Princess Mansion, the little girl who smiled like a New Year picture doll sat on the swing. Her brother behind her gently pushed the swing. Because he was afraid that she would fall, all the pushes were gentle.
Later, a fire broke out in the palace. Blue fire broke out in the middle of the night. Everyone who saw it said that the king stood motionless in the fire until his body was covered with flames. He opened his arms as if he had been waiting for the fire. , which is exactly what he needs.
After the fire was extinguished, the palace maids went to look for the king's body, but they could not find even a corner of his clothes. He disappeared from this world, as if he had never been here.
The owner of the teahouse knew that this mad king's life had become a joke.
But he couldn't laugh.
(End of chapter)