New turns and twinkling stars,
is filling the open sky,
That is five thousand years of hieroglyphs,
Those are the eyes through which the people of the future will gaze.
— North Island
Wen Zhong is back.
Wen Zhong swung his army to the North Sea and was invincible. He punished seventy-two princes, destroyed villages and towns, forty-four cities, and wiped out one hundred thousand rebels. Young women and children will be shot to death. The Jin River was full of floating corpses, and the surface of the river was dyed dark red. After March, the water color returned to clear.
This is what happens with rebellion.
All the people lined up and cheered, and the people who welcomed the grand master's triumphant lined up from the gate of Chaoge City to the front of the palace. Huang Feihu followed Grand Master Wen, reporting in a low voice one by one, the many changes in the court after his expedition.
Wen Zhong just listened quietly. Huang Feihu looked at the master's face, counting carefully, Wen Zhong has lived for more than 200 years, but because of practicing Jin'ao Island fairy art, he still looks like a middle-aged man. There are no wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the beard and hair are thick black, and the eyes are clear without any cloudiness.
Thinking of the protector of the country who will never grow old and never die, Feihu couldn't help but shudder. Wen Zhong personally selected and taught the four generations of emperors of the Shang Dynasty, put them on the dragon chair one by one, and watched them age and die one after another, and then set up new kings, and the cycle continued... Maybe he is the symbol of kingship, The first person above the real dragon.
In front of the Nine Halls, all the ministers stood in silence, and needles could be heard. There was no one in front of the Jinlong case, Wen Zhong said, "Where is the Son of Heaven?"
Huang Feihu said: "Master, because of Si Mo's death a few days ago, His Majesty is depressed, and has been alone in the deep palace for more than a month..."
Before Huang Feihu could finish speaking, Wen Zhong had already stroked the front of his body with one hand, and the golden gongs outside the hall were deafening, one after another, urging them to death, resounding throughout the city. In the end, the sound of the golden gong turned out to be hoarse, and it was shattered into broken copper. Sharp copper pieces whizzed and flew from outside the Meridian Gate, and they were all nailed to the dragon table.
"Do you want to hide in the Shouxian Palace for the rest of your life! Wei Ziqi! Go get the king out!"
"Who are these two people?" Wen Zhong turned around and pointed at the head of the civil servants. Fei Zhong and You Hun were frightened out of their wits, their feet went weak, and they hid behind the pillar.
"Say!" Wen Zhong shouted.
"Back... back to Grand Master... minister Fei Zhong, You Hun..."
Huang Feihu's eyes showed contempt, and he whispered: "After the death of the old prime minister, Fei Zhong took the post of acting prime minister, and You Hun filled the vacancy of an admonisher."
Wei Ziqi hurriedly turned back from the back hall, Wen Zhong stopped talking to the two treacherous officials, and turned to face the emperor who was slowly walking up the hall. It seemed a little unacceptable for a while, looking at King Zhou who was tired and sitting on the dragon chair.
It has been more than a month since Haoran passed away. King Zhou did not go to court, ignored political affairs, and spent every day drinking alone in the Shouxian Palace, drinking the stuffy wine. At this time, Shang Chao's eyes are red, his sideburns are disheveled, and his royal robes are sloppy and greasy. He is as decadent as trash. How can he have the look of an emperor in the past
The Son of Heaven reached out and touched the sharp broken gong nailed to the case. His fingers were scratched and bleeding came out. He shook his head and smiled wryly. Then he raised his eyes, and finally recognized the people under the court, and said in a daze, "The grand teacher returned to the court, and he has worked hard..."
Wen Zhong didn't wait for King Zhou to finish speaking, he interrupted: "The king of a country has become like this, are you fascinated?"
King Zhou was so drunk that he ignored all the officials in the hall and stared straight at Wen Taishi. After a while, he was overwhelmed with grief and said in a hoarse voice, "Grand Master, why did you come back only now..."
"Weak and incompetent! How can you rule the world!" Wen Zhong was already extremely angry, and he scolded: "I went on an expedition to the North Sea for you, and in the time since I was away from Chaoge, you actually made a big mistake! Let me teach you on a daily basis. Where is it!!"
King Zhou was sobered up a little by the blow, and before he could distinguish, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and then his waist tightened, his neck was strangled, but he was pulled horizontally by a strong force. Fly straight out of the palace!
"Master, don't do it!" Huang Feihu pleaded when he saw Zhong Jinbian make a move.
This whip shocked the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. Before he recovered, he saw Wen Zhong's robes fluttering, and rushed out of the Meridian Gate like an arrow from the string. The sound followed the whip, and he said angrily: "It's inhumane! Set the punishment of being scorched! This is the first whip!"
King Zhou couldn't even hear the humming. He was whipped to the height of the morning gate by the whip.
For a moment, the shadow of whips filled the sky, like turbid waves evacuating, and like a landslide and tsunami, the spirit of attack in front of the nine halls was overwhelming!
"Mirror of Mingjun! The admonisher of a country was given to death by you! This is the second whip!"
Before the emperor landed on the ground, Wen Zhong whipped him into the air again, and flew towards the outside of the hall like a kite with a broken string. Assassinated! Unexplained death! As a king, do not avenge Bigan! This is the third whip!"
King Zhou was beaten to pieces, his royal clothes were torn apart, blood gushed out like a fountain, and he fell towards the Nine Halls again, smashing the roof into a hole with a bang, tiles fell off, dust overflowed, and the emperor fell heavily to the Nine Halls. In the middle of the hall. Wen Zhong still didn't give up, and walked slowly after landing, his footsteps were steady and resolute, echoing endlessly in the hall. Its sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue.
"The mother of Liugong died of injustice! Who taught you to do such a ruthless act!!!"
King Zhou struggled to get up, but was whipped again. Immediately flew over the golden case, fell hard on the mural behind the dragon chair, vomited blood, and fell headfirst.
Finally, with a flick of Wen Zhong's wrist, the golden whip coiled around his arm like a spirit snake, and said coldly, "Call to the imperial physician." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the Meridian Gate without looking back.
After Wen Zhong left, Daji and Shen Gongbao Fang turned out from behind the courtyard pillars in fear. Daji's face was pale, and she covered her mouth with one hand, and said in a trembling voice: "This... is reversed, reversed."
The imperial physician had already rushed to the Nine Halls, Huang Feihu picked up King Zhou and hurried back to the harem. Daji's eyes were full of disbelief, and his words were full of fear: "I said that everything will be fine if you get rid of that person, unexpectedly...unexpectedly... Wen Zhong didn't blame him for being the only pet... the special pet..."
Shen Gongbao sneered: "When it comes to love, Hunjun is very responsible. Wen Zhong knows his disciple's temperament well, and punishment is useless. If you don't poison Donghuang Zhong to death, maybe you can still restrain Wen Zhong at this time. Even my Thunder Whip is invincible, fox demon, you should do it yourself. I will avoid it for the time being."
Great Chitian · Taiqingjing · Tushita Palace
"Master, everything has been arranged. Ji Chang is on his way back to Xiqi."
"Now Jiang Ziya is the only one left. You have to be careful to avoid that Wen Zhong, so let's go."
The man's voice that spoke first, Haoran always thought he had heard it somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while. The five senses are lost, but why does the sound get into the head? The feeling of the body floating in the air, unable to reach the sky or descend to the ground is very awkward. I stretch out my hand, but I can't feel it, as if all my limbs have left me.
It was like being in an involuntary dream. I don't know how long it took, the surrounding gradually brightened, and it was no longer a mass of darkness. The breeze blew by, and I was actually in the vast sea of flowers.
Haoran flapped his wings lightly, where did the wings come from? He wanted to turn his head to look suspiciously, but felt that the world was spinning for a while, so he thumped vigorously, stretched out his thin feet, and grabbed a petal, no! What's going on here? !
"I... what have I become? Have I become a butterfly?" Hao Ran was startled and suspicious, looking into the distance, he saw a familiar figure. The sunlight made the man's figure hazy, Hao Ran shook off his scales, completely forgot about himself, and flew towards the man.
The butterflies rested on his slender fingertips, and the emperor's smile was still so warm, just like the spring breeze in the imperial garden. He brought his fingers to his lips, Haoran's wings trembled slightly, and all the scenes shattered and flew into the distance.
Haoran sat up suddenly, his five senses returned to his body, he stretched out his hand, looked carefully at the white light, and touched his chest. The place I was in was a huge empty palace. When I walked out of the palace, I looked around and saw thousands of miles of fertile fields and lush greenery.
This is a boundless prairie. The flocks of sheep are bleating and rushing towards the distance. There is a person lying in the middle of the prairie.
"Hello!" Hao Ran called.
Is this the world after death? He ran to the man lying on the ground, a strange young man.
The man closed his eyes with a serene expression. He was wearing black and white pajamas. The pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing the skin from the neck to the lower abdomen, and even the hair of the cock could be vaguely seen.
He is sleeping? Haoran couldn't help being speechless, and slowly sat down beside the man. The clothes were too revealing, Haoran reached out and touched his pajamas, and helped him button up the trousers between his crotch. This man's clothes looked like a clown's, with unusually long sleeves and trouser legs, and even the sleeping crown on his head was also a clown's bicorne.
Aside from the strange clothes, the man is in high spirits, with a straight nose, two thick eyebrows like black ink, and his facial features are all carved out of detail. Haoran looked at it for a while, tiredness slowly hit, the sheep scattered on the plain, grazing in twos and threes.
Haoran didn't wake him up, and lay down beside the man slowly, watching the white clouds drifting by in the blue sky, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and fell asleep.
"Clock."
Haoran sat up, and saw the man squatting aside again, smiling, stroking his short hair repeatedly like petting a dog.
"Are you awake? Who are you?" Hao Ran asked in surprise, "What kind of place is this?"
The man smiled, stretched out a finger and shook it, and replied, "It's not that I'm awake, it's that you're asleep."
Haoran hurriedly turned around, staring blankly at the black and white pajamas on the man's body, and was about to reach out to touch the pajamas, but the pajamas suddenly shortened, wrapping the man up, with the sleeves on the sleeves, the front on the front, and the neckline gathered, forming a piece of clothing. The wide Taoist robe, black and white is still distinct on the Taoist robe, the dividing line between black and white stretches obliquely across the armpits, and a belt is fluttering in the wind.
The man stood up tall. Said: "Zhong'er, you don't do business, but you indulge in your children's affair all day long, and you even want your own life. How can you be worthy of the common people five thousand years later?"
Haoran's back was dripping with cold sweat, he immediately understood the identity of this man, turned over and knelt down, his forehead pressed against the grass, and said: "Haoran knows his mistake. I hope the old man will give me a clear way."
The young man is Xuandu Taiqing Taishang Daode Tianzun, but here is the Great Chitian Taiqing Realm. Only Daode Tianzun said with a smile: "Forget it, you and that guy already have a constant bond, so you can't be blamed. There is no need to look for Xuanyuan Sword. I will give it to you on the day before you return to the Eastern Emperor's Throne."
Haoran raised his head in doubt, but felt that the white light in front of him was so bright that his eyes hurt, and he heard the Daode Tianzun slowly say in the white light: "To explain the teaching, to stop teaching, you must cultivate the great merit of becoming a saint; you can go to Yuanshi or Tongtian , see what they say, if it is inconvenient to give it to you at this time, you have to wait until the day when my two junior brothers decide the winner, in this way, the Zhuxian Sword and Pangu Banner are not hard to get."
The white light was so bright that it was about to blind Haoran's eyes. Haoran unconsciously raised his left hand and covered his eyes, but the back of his hand was burning with pain. Suddenly the white light disappeared, his whole body was cool, and the back of his hand was still tingling. Look, there are two red marks on the back of the hand, showing the lines of yin and yang.
"This is… "
"Taiji Diagram." Tao Daode Tianzun replied.
Haoran took a deep breath, and the Tai Chi Diagram was branded on the back of his hand like this. He was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Laojun, for making it happen!"
Suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "Where is the Haotian Pagoda and the demon refining pot? I also ask Laojun for guidance."
Daode Tianzun didn't answer, but said: "Qing Wei Tian Yu Qing Jing, Yu Nan Tian Shang Qing Jing, you choose a place to go, remember not to give up on yourself again."
"Wait, sir!"
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the way, and the way follows nature..." The last words of Daode Tianzun echoed in his mind, Haoran woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, the old gentleman was still sleeping beside him, Haoran He raised his hand and saw that the imprint of the Taiji Diagram was still there, and he turned around and kowtowed to Laojun. Recalling the last sentence, he slowly stood up and looked into the distance, where two doors of light had opened.
Surrounded by four images, there is the sound of wind, fire, earth and water. On the other side, gossip is flying around, and thunder is bursting. It should be the passage leading to Yuxu Palace and Biyou Palace. Haoran understands, Laojun wants to let He chooses the camp in the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and once selected, his position cannot be swayed.
Kunlun Mountains, Jinao Island.
Yuxu Palace, Biyou Palace.
Explain and teach.
Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Tongtian sect.
Western Zhou Dynasty, Shang Dynasty.
Standing on the bifurcation road of history, one is a flat road, while the other is a rough and lost way.