King Zhou flicked his sleeves and withdrew from the court, with the ink marks on his face still, left the Nine Golden Palaces, did not return to the Shouxian Palace, and walked towards the back garden along the side hall path. Haoran had no choice but to follow behind the emperor, not making a sound, and not daring to run away quietly.
The sun is warm in early summer, the garden is full of peonies, and the view is full of indescribable prosperity. Haoran is attracted by the scene of blooming flowers, and he feels touched. Unexpectedly, King Zhou has stopped in front of the flower garden, and almost bumped into the back of the emperor. He quickly stopped and stood still.
King Zhou said: "What's the melancholy? You don't look like a person who hurts the spring and the autumn."
Haoran just watched the peonies in the garden vying for popularity, shook his head and said, "You don't understand."
"I don't understand?" King Zhou mocked.
Haoranfang was startled by his rude words, apologized quickly, and said: "In my hometown, I have never seen this flower bloom."
King Zhou nodded and asked, "What famous flower is there?"
Haoran sighed and said, "Qihe Dragon Claw."
King Zhou said slowly: "The Qihe dragon's claw flower is not lightly toxic. After touching it, the skin becomes red and swollen, and the pollen enters the body. If it is small, the throat will bleed endlessly, and if it is large, it will cause death. How many have you planted?"
Haoran didn't expect that King Zhou was well-versed in books, and he was also proficient in medical theory and medicine. He replied: "There are seven-fold dragon claw flowers growing on human corpses everywhere, all over the mountains and plains."
While speaking, King Zhou walked into the peony bushes, where a stone ground was built with bricks and stones, and there were several wooden frames around the square platform, on which there were eighteen kinds of weapons. King Zhou picked up two wooden swords at random and threw them to Haoran With one hand, he said with a smile: "Gu has practiced martial arts with Feihu here since he was a child."
Haoran weighed the wooden sword in his hand, he could lift it even though it was heavy, he immediately drew a sword flower, the tip of the sword didn't dare to face the emperor, and kept away from it.
King Zhou said: "I heard that the grand master taught me to practice swords with flying tigers. The first form is 'Four directions surrender'."
After finishing speaking, he swept away with a sword, Haoran hurriedly raised his sword to meet him, the two swords intersected, as if defeating Xu. Haoran knew that the Son of Heaven wanted to teach him self-defense swordsmanship, so he kept it in mind at the moment, for a moment you came and went, dismantling more than ten moves. The sun was high, Haoran practiced so much that he was sweating profusely, and before he knew it, King Zhou had finished performing a set of sword skills.
Haoran is talented and intelligent, King Zhou only taught him once, and he never forgets it with his photographic memory. The greatest satisfaction of being a teacher is that the apprentice can understand at one point, not to mention that the two of them are more connected. King Zhou was so excited that he took off the nine-five dragon robe on his upper body and let it hang around his waist. His sweat glistened a little in the sun. Changing the wooden halberd, he swiped towards Haoran's neck with a phoenix nodding.
I saw that Emperor Zhou went into battle shirtless, strong and majestic, with half panda eyes on his face, smiling all over his face, just like a big boy who had finally found a playmate.
"Tired?" King Zhou said to him with a smile.
Hao Ran hurriedly shook his head, King Zhou put away the wooden spear, threw it aside casually, wiped off his sweat, and said: "I have taught a bit too much today, I have time to practice hard, and I will perform other moves at another day."
Back at the Shouxian Palace, King Zhou was obviously enjoying himself, and ordered Haoran to wait by the side, and went to take a bath by himself.
Standing beside the dragon couch, Haoran is at war with heaven and man in his heart, full of mixed feelings. Since he was a child, everyone he knew and things he experienced were all for his own benefit. Surviving intrigues, Haoran relied on his luck and talent to survive in the chaotic world thousands of years later, and suffered a lot. I have cheated countless times, and I have survived several times. I only feel that I have no friends around me, and I have never had anyone truly trustworthy and trustworthy.
Impulsive in my heart, I want to return the six hundred years of Chengtang and the ending of Emperor Zhou, but there are so many clues, where does this matter start
"I haven't moved for many days. Today, my muscles and bones are sore, and I'm sweating a lot." King Zhou's voice came from behind the gauze tent. He changed his clothes in front of the mirror, changed into a clean silk robe in a short while, and walked leisurely on the golden couch. When Haoran saw it, he was immediately embarrassed, and all the things he had thought before were thrown out of the sky.
The Yellow Emperor rejuvenated the country, Leizu raised silkworms, and the silk was spun into silk. Pure silk was an extremely precious fabric in ancient times. It is as soft as nothing, warm in winter and cool in summer. The extremely thin silk robe was draped over King Zhou's body, tied loosely in a knot with a cloth belt, and there was no clothing inside. It was as if he was naked, and the skin of his whole body was clearly visible.
Haoran's face was red to the ears, and he looked away, not daring to look directly at King Zhou. The latter seemed to notice it, and said with a smile, "Bring the two boxes from the wooden drawer."
Haoran did as he said, and without waiting for the emperor's order, he opened a box, which contained a few pieces of dragon birthday incense. He understood it, took one, and put it in the incense burner. Looking at the other box, it was solid suet that I don't know what to do with.
Over there, King Zhou said indifferently: "Come here and press Master's shoulders."
After teaching a few moves of swordsmanship, he brazenly called himself a teacher. Haoran couldn't help but laugh. Taking a small piece of ointment and melting it in the palm of his hand, King Zhou took off half of his silk robe, lay down on the bed, asked Haoran to apply a little oil, sat on the bed and pushed it repeatedly.
King Zhou said in a deep voice. "I have been alone with you for the past few days, and I can often feel that you regard Gu as a relative, and you are really happy when I am with you. But every time the joy is not over, it turns to sadness, but when you touch the scene, you miss your parents?"
Haoran didn't expect the emperor to see himself so thoroughly, tossing and turning in his heart, unable to make a choice, King Zhou said again: "Last night, it was difficult to sleep alone, why did you sigh when you left?"
In an instant, Haoran Lingtai was clear, and he knew that King Zhou's heart was like a mirror, and his love for him should come from his sincerity. He felt sour in his nose, he was not afraid even if he violated the rules of heaven, and finally said: "I am worried about the blasphemy of King Li Shan writing a poem." Before he knew it, there was a bit of astringency in his words.
King Zhou turned his head and saw Haoran stopped his hands, his eyes were red, and he smiled and said: "The emperor is also a human being, so naturally he will make mistakes. For some reason, when I saw the image of Nuwa Empress, I couldn't help but come up with these thoughts. .”
"I'm wrong." King Zhou said flatly.
In just three words, Haoran only felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness in his heart, but it was a pity that the boat was done, and the poem you inscribed had ruined himself and ruined the country.
King Zhou said again: "Headman Xuan Feihu is here." Immediately realizing that Huang Feihu had been sent to Xuanyuan Tomb to investigate the fox demon, he laughed at himself: "Forget, forget. Xuanyin is ruined."
Hao Ran was puzzled, walked out of the gate of Shouxian Palace, and heard from a deacon that Yin Ruibai, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, was still lying down, not looking at Yin Ruibai, and only ordered: "Take a few people to the Lishanwa Palace, and take me to the palace. The poem inscribed on the mural has been washed, and someone asked about it when I was out of the palace, so I don’t need to say much, just say that Gu ordered you to do something.”
Haoran's heart trembled, his hands and feet became cold, and he turned his head to look at the verandah of the palace. The evening sky was clear, but there was no sign of divine punishment. Changed history by yourself? In the history books, it is said that Emperor Wushang erased the inscription on the poem. Yin Ruibai took the order and went, but the imperial decree was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he was at a loss for what to do.
King Zhou laughed and said, "Of course you have to make up for your mistakes. Gu is also a human being. On March 15 next year, the day of Nuwa's birthday, Gu will go to worship again and apologize in front of Nuwa's seat. The emperor's words will be heard by the heavens. Empress Nuwa is the mother of mankind, so she probably wouldn't mind her son's..."
Haoran rushed to say: "My lord."
King Zhou smiled and said, "This will solve your knot?"
Haoran was both surprised and happy. The joy was that the blasphemy had been compensated, the haze dissipated, King Zhou was able to protect the country, and the tragedy of Lutai self-immolation would no longer happen. He only needed to assist Jiang Ziya to drive Daji away, or try to break the purse of the world; Taking another 10,000 steps back, staying by King Zhou's side all the time, can keep King Zhou from being charmed.
However, what is even more surprising is that the Eastern Emperor’s exhortations before coming here are still in my ears, and history must not be changed, otherwise there will be a catastrophe. No record? But if he didn't come here by himself, how could King Zhou repent and send Yin Rui to wash his poems
While in a trance, King Zhou said again: "How long do you want to hang out alone?"
Haoran hurriedly put his palm on King Zhou's back, and King Zhou said: "It's settled, don't mention it to others in the future. Tell Gu about your hometown. Your friend?"
Haoran shook his head, expelled the complicated cause and effect, time and other things, and replied: "When I lived... there was a kind of magic called 'nucleus'."
At this time, Haoran and the Son of Heaven no longer had any estrangement, and decided to explain his origin and life experience clearly, and said in a way that King Zhou could understand: "Nuclear is a kind of technology, which can benefit the people, and can also be used as a powerful murder weapon."
King Zhou couldn't help asking curiously, "How powerful is it?"
Haoran replied: "If it goes on, it can destroy the entire Chaoge. In my homeland, there are many tribes, large and small, with many forces. Some tribes use nuclear power to generate electricity... Power generation is heating and improving the quality of life of the people. Of course, it is also used as a weapon."
King Zhou seemed to understand, but he was quick-witted, and he could hear the main points as soon as he heard it. He commented: "A double-edged sword."
Hao Ran nodded and said: "Yes, double-edged sword. In the competition for various interests, selfishness blinds goodness, nuclear war breaks out and destroys all environments, that is..."
Haoran didn't know how to describe it, and gestured with both hands: "Heavenly thunder destroyed a village, and it's over, leaving only ruins. But after nuclear weapons destroy a place, its pollution is still there, and it will also bring the surrounding human areas tens of thousands of miles away. All will be affected, mothers who have been irradiated, will give birth to freak babies, with such a big head, or conjoined twins... "
King Zhou turned over and looked at Haoran in disbelief, as if what he said was fabricated out of thin air, and said: "Then what?"
Haoran took King Zhou's hand, squeezed and pushed the emperor's arm, and said: "Monsters, monsters caused by nuclear wars are everywhere. The impact of a nuclear radiation will take decades, and the environment of the world can slowly eliminate them. But you launched a nuclear weapon and destroyed a city-state of mine, so I am naturally not to be outdone, and I will fight back with an eye."
"In this way, there were more and more nuclear bombs. In the end, the pollution accumulated to the point where it could not be eliminated for thousands of years. Human beings were sterilized by radiation. No newborns were born, and young adults died one after another. There were no flowers, no trees. ...the only plant is the alienated dragon's claw flower, Manjushahua... They cover the entire battlefield filled with gunpowder, and human beings have no future, no tomorrow."
King Zhou didn't say a word, and suddenly asked: "When such a big thing happened, all children and grandchildren died, and the gods just looked at it? Where did Empress Nuwa, Donghuang Taiyi, and Sanqing go?"
Haoran replied, "Well, although few people worship gods, Lord Donghuang is also a god of mankind." His thoughts were cut off by a sharp knife, and King Zhou's words touched a field he had never thought of. What about gods? ? Only Donghuang Taiyi sent him to find the ten artifacts. In the era when nuclear war destroyed the world, what about Nuwa, Fuxi, and Sanqing? Did they all die in a nuclear war? Technology and Taoism, what is the inseparable relationship between immortals
Haoran pressed the back of his hand for King Zhou, and said, "I was ordered by the Eastern Emperor to find the Ten Ancient Artifacts in order to purify my homeland."
King Zhou asked again: "The names of the ten artifacts? How to purify them?" Haoran also had a half-knowledge about this, shaking his head and said: "Listen to the Lord Donghuang, the bell, sword, ax, pot tower, qin, tripod, and mirror stone, the ten artifacts are gathered together, resonating and harmonious. Law', it can create endless vitality of heaven and earth, and dissipate the pollution caused by nuclear radiation."
Haoran said again: "I... I came to the palace with selfish intentions. I heard that Xuanyuan Sword is next to Chaoge Emperor's Seat..."
King Zhou waved his hands, pondered without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard Haoran's words, and said after a while: "Tomorrow I will order the world to search for you."
King Zhou said again: "After you find the ten artifacts, what are you going to do? Go home?" He looked at Haoran while speaking.
Haoran only felt that there was an indescribable meaning in the eyes of the Son of Heaven, and he could not speak a word in a daze. His palms were facing King Zhou's palms. King Zhou's heart moved, and his fingers were closed. The two interlocked their fingers, and said slowly: " Gu found those ten artifacts for you, you take them back, and come back to Chaoge when you are done."
Haoran answered after a long time: "Yes."
King Zhou took Haoran's hand, pressed his palm on his left chest, closed his eyes, let go, and stopped talking. Haoran immediately understood that behind the emperor's silence was an irrevocable promise.
Outside the window, the imperial garden was buzzing with insects, and the aloes in the palace burned to the end and turned into ashes. King Zhou closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the music at night, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. His body was naked, the skin of the man was slightly dark, and his whole body was covered with suet oil, like a very beautiful statue.
Haoran didn't dare to think about it, his movements were jerky, he pressed down along Tianzi's lower abdomen, touched his thigh, and pressed his right hand on Dantian. The body hair pushed down the dantian and let Haoran hold it.
Haoran's hands were covered with oil, he didn't know how to do it well, so he had to rub the palms repeatedly. King Zhou was breathing heavily, and after a while, he actually let out. Haoran's face was flushed, he took a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands full of greasy grease, then helped the emperor wipe it clean, pulled the thin quilt over King Zhou's body, walked outside the bedroom, and sat down on the steps.
King Zhou closed his eyes and said, "Come and sleep."
Haoran didn't look back, remembering the appointment with Daji at three o'clock tonight, he replied: "I dare not." Still uneasy, I saw the sky was dark, the moon and stars were hidden, the mountains were sneaking, and the insects in the imperial garden stopped. The sound of the sound, if there are rain clouds rolling in the distance, thunder bursts.
King Zhou didn't care about Haoran's rudeness, so he asked. "Do you know why Gu wants to teach you martial arts?"
Without waiting for Haoran to reply, King Zhou said again: "You are a lonely person around you. If there are assassins, and you are alone as the emperor, you can't do it yourself, so you have to use your apprentice to deal with it."
Before the words were finished, Haoran laughed, and said: "Where are there so many assassins in the world, the minister has to guard the king every step of the way, receive a salary, and do the work of four people, both as a companion and as a secretary; To be a bodyguard, and to be a concubine..." Suddenly feeling a slip of the tongue, he quickly cut off the conversation and remained silent. These words are extremely presumptuous, but Haoran only feels that the relationship with King Zhou is not like a monarch and minister, but more like a close friend. Knowing what to say, the emperor doesn't care.
Sure enough, King Zhou also laughed. He felt a little awkward about having sex with a man, so he stopped mentioning it. However, after a long while, he couldn't help but sighed: "I have never had a male concubine in Shangtang."
As soon as the words came out, Haoran choked and knocked down, he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "The minister just made a slip of the tongue, don't mind it, Your Majesty."
King Zhou's voice became weaker, and he said: "Since you are a close person, you don't have to care about these things..." After a long while, his breathing became stable, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
Nearly three o'clock, a palace deacon came from Haoran, gave some instructions, and then walked towards the depths of the imperial garden. The rain had not yet fallen, and a sweltering heat was pressing everywhere, making people depressed, but Haoran seemed to have glimpsed a new world, and his heart was filled with unspeakable joy. Thinking about telling Su Daji about King Wucheng's suppression of the Xuanyuan Tomb, and ordering him to return to his home and take the whole family to escape the disaster, everything has not yet taken shape, important ministers have not been expelled, Empress Jiang has not died, and it is not too late to regret.
Walking along the path to the rockery, there was a person standing in the darkness in the distance, Hao Ran stopped, and he could vaguely tell that the figure was not Daji's shape.
"Have you enjoyed being molested by Master Tongtian today, brother?" It was a man's voice!
Haoran restrained his mind and said coldly: "Who are you? Where is the fox demon?"
The man turned around, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and Hao Ran saw his face clearly. The man was only as tall as Jiang Shang, about six feet tall, wearing a strange-shaped pointed hat on his head, a pair of cat eyes glowing green in the dark, and holding a bone awl about an inch long in his hand.
The man said: "Forget me so quickly?" The voice was vaguely familiar, and Haoran suddenly realized that the cough during the day was none other than Shen Gongbao!
Haoran secretly miscalculated, the strength of the immortal way is very different from the historical records, and he even forgot that there is this person in Daji's camp!