Torrents fell from the sky, raindrops collided with the earth, and thousands of shattering sounds overlapped, turning into a roar that swallowed up the heaven and earth.
The water vapor is steaming and dense in the deep night. Even if you try your best to hold an umbrella, it still makes you feel suffocating.
As the ground shook, the huge arch slowly opened. Thunder struck across the sky behind the door, illuminating the angular palace in the distance.
The palace man holding the lantern stood in the rain, eyes lowered.
"Sir, please go here."
The palace servants guided him in the heavy rain, and his scarlet coat was stained dark red by the rain, like blood flowing.
In the dark night, covered by countless torrential rains, the ether in the palace fluctuated one after another, intertwined with each other, shaking the rain curtain, as if it was about to reach the sky, spreading endless pressure.
Suffocating.
After passing through countless palace gates, he finally came to the front of the main hall. The torrent of rain fell from under the eaves, and a faint light shone in the dark palace, illuminating his face, which made him look a little pale.
At the door of the hall, the guard's voice was hoarse:
"Your Majesty summons you."
He took a deep breath, shook off the raindrops on his clothes, lowered his head, walked into the palace, walked fifteen steps, stopped under the jade steps, and bowed down together with the other two musicians:
"Wei Chen, I have met Your Majesty."
An old voice came from behind the curtain.
"Taichang Qing, are these three the talents you recommended to me?"
"They are the disciples taught by me."
The old man kneeling beside the jade steps lowered his head and responded, "Even if it is not the blood of heaven and humans, it is still no less than the dragon-veined musician."
"Then, just do what you want."
The old voice sighed, "But please hurry up, Taichang Qing. I'm already old and can't wait too long."
Under the jade platform, Taichang Qing did not speak, but bowed deeply.
The musician who had helped the emperor support Cathay for thirty years was already over seventy years old, but there was no sign of aging. There is no white hair on the head that heavenly people are proud of, but it has been completely removed and replaced by a matrix that has long been imprinted into the flesh and bones.
There was no palace attendant waiting on the side. The emperor behind the curtain stepped forward in person and put a blood-stained scroll into Taichang Qing's hands.
"This is the map brought back by the warrior warrior at the risk of death."
The old emperor said, "Please Taichangqing go from the west, a hundred thousand miles away - that thing is sleeping in Tianzhu."
Taichang Qing sighed sadly, leaned down and knelt down:
"My lord, I beg your majesty to think twice."
The emperor smiled, sat down tiredly on the jade steps, and sighed softly: "As expected, you are already old, Taichang Qing, just like me. How many years can you live after I die? After you and I die. , what will happen to all this?"
Taichang Qing said nothing.
The hands holding the scroll were trembling, but they refused to accept it.
On the ground, they heard a hoarse voice.
"You raise your head and look at me."
When they boldly looked up, they saw a pair of deep eyes, reflecting their faces, as well as the dim lights in the hall.
The rickety emperor sat on the steps. His luxurious crown and dragon robe could not hide his old age and weakness.
Time is running out.
"Who will take charge of the overall situation after I die?"
The emperor played with the supreme seal in his hand and said to himself: "Who will support this country that is about to collapse? Is it the group of ambitious princes who are spying on the imperial domain? Or is it mine? How many good nephews? Or, my daughter who was born in a deep palace and grew up in the hands of his wife? No, they can't, no one can, no one can support this Cathay... After I die, there will be The floods are overwhelming.”
The emperor raised the seal in his hand, asked them to look at this symbol of supreme power, and told them:
"—it's all going to fall apart."
At that moment, a captivating cold light burst out from the emperor's eyes, like the flames from hell, causing everyone present to lower their heads in awe and kneel to the ground.
"I can't save it, but someone can. Someone who is ten times, a hundred times, or tens of millions of times stronger than me can." The emperor looked at this minister who supported three dynasties, and his voice was hoarse:
"Taichang Qing, go and bring it back. Bring that thing, that monster called truth, back!"
Bring to me the successor who can revive Cathay, the eternal wise king who can rectify the chaos!
In the silence, the old musician nodded sadly:
"My lord, I will definitely live up to your majesty's trust!"
At that time, he knelt on the ground with his teacher, not knowing that this distant journey meant that he would regret it for the rest of his life.
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In the early morning, the gate leading to the Imperial Domain at Tianmenguan slowly opened.
Mr. Hu sent Ye Qingxuan to the door, and an attendant led a horse. Mr. Hu patted the white horse's neck and handed the reins to Ye Qingxuan, along with a package.
"This is my order, which will allow you to pass through the imperial territory without any hindrance. This is my personal letter. Give it to your majesty. Your majesty will definitely be happy to help you."
"Actually, you can do it without a horse."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and said, "I'll just fly all the way there."
Mr. Hu shook his head: "Although Ye Zi, you are now the King of Yellow, but this is Cathay, it is best to keep a low profile - the imperial domain is the place favored by the blood of the dragon, and it has the protection of the heavenly city. Don't use the music casually to cause trouble. Misunderstandings are never good.”
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the sky. His sight passed through the etheric realm and he could see the distant city and the towering Great Wall that shrouded the sky.
I looked at Mr. Hu's serious expression again.
"Okay, it's up to you." Ye Qingxuan sighed.
"Then I won't keep you, go ahead."
Mr. Hu took a few steps back. Ye Qingxuan took the reins of the horse, got on the horse, and waved to Mr. Hu: "Then, let's say goodbye. I hope the road is not too far."
"Have a nice trip."
Mr. Hu waved his hand: "Don't waste time here. It takes two days to get to the country from here. After you find Bai Xi, take her away from here as soon as possible and ignore the bad things here. And... "
When he said this, he paused for a moment, as if he thought of something embarrassing, then he laughed sheepishly and shook his head, "It's nothing, go, go, go!"
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him blankly, and when he saw his smile, he also laughed and rode away.
Watching Ye Qingxuan's figure disappear at the end of the road.
Mr. Hu smiled with relief in his eyes.
"goodbye."
He murmured softly, turned around and walked into Tianmen Pass.
Your time has come, Ye Qingxuan.
You must be able to wake up from your confusion without me providing unnecessary reminders, right
You still have a chance to correct your mistakes, better than me back then, and better than many people in this world who regret it.
No matter what you encounter, I hope you can find Bai Xi.
besides…
Those were the last words Mr. Hu never said.
"-Don't give up on your desire to become a hero."
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Two days later, the earth shook.
The sky was covered with black clouds, as if the Iron Curtain was slowly pressing down, shrouded in the shadow of the Great Wall, covering Tianmen Pass heavily. Countless movements and matrices emerged from the void, and the ether fluctuated one after another, turning into a link that tightly tied the distance between heaven and earth.
The sky and the earth were reunited again, leaving only a tiny gap.
Tianmenguan.
"...The gate of heaven is closed."
On top of the war horse, Bai Heng stared at the city gate that he had passed through countless times, but now he had to defeat it with his own hands... His mood was a little complicated for a while.
"Master Zhangsun, according to the previous arrangement, this place will be left to you."
He turned the horse's head and threw a tiger talisman towards the blue-eyed and purple-bearded head of the Changsun family. After yawning, the figure on horseback disappeared behind thousands of troops and was never seen again.
Even the head of the Changsun family did not expect that Bai Heng would so confidently leave his military power to others without any regrets, and he did not even think about how to take it back.
Amidst the sharp sound of horns, the earth shook, iron cavalry swept across, and thousands of troops and horses pushed on the earth, like a gray-black iron blanket, covering the earth bit by bit.
Dressed in white, the head of the eldest grandson family rose into the sky, controlling the projection of the moon in the well, staring at the man standing alone above Tianmen Pass, and slightly cupped his hands:
"Mr. Hu, long time no see."
In front of the two armies, Mr. Hu sat on the parapet at the top of the city without any grace. He didn't care about his own safety. He just raised his head lazily and glanced at him:
"Let me know if you have anything to say - when you come to my place, do you want to conquer Tianmen Pass, or do you want to have a family relationship with me?"
The eldest grandson Jigui smiled indifferently, not feeling embarrassed because of losing face, but his eyes became solemn, and a deep voice sounded in Mr. Hu's ears.
"Tell me, Mr. Hu... what exactly happened to Taichang Qing and you fifteen years ago?"
Even though he was destined to not get an answer, he still held on to hope for the eventuality.
"No comment."
Mr. Hu's eyes were indifferent, and he just tapped the slender iron bars on his knees. The lingering sound of the steel was filled with a cold chill, which made the eldest grandson Jigui's eyes become disappointed.
"Then I'll ask you, sir, for advice."
Mr. Hu shook his head, "You are my senior. I haven't taught you anything. You don't deserve to be called sir, so just call me by my name."
The eldest grandson Jigui was stunned for a moment and then fell silent.
Mr. Hu thought for a while, seemed to understand something, and suddenly laughed.
"For so many years after the teacher's death, everyone called me Mr. Hu, but they have forgotten my real name."
He clapped his knees with joy, shook his head and sighed: "Although it doesn't sound very good, I still feel a little annoyed that even my name has been forgotten. And those Yi bishops, what the hell do they think? Not only do they forget people's names, As a surname, you still call people 'Taiyang'. Although the pronunciation is similar, they are not the same thing at all... Forget it, forget it, let's just skip the part of the common name."
He stood up, flicked the dust on his hem, and the flute-like iron rod in his hand rotated, making a light and delicate sound.
"I'm ready, what about you?"
He looked at his eldest grandson Jigui, and his eyes turned contemptuous, "Are you just Hu'er? I'm afraid it's not enough."
“…”
The eldest grandson Jibei's smile stiffened.
So many years of grace and self-cultivation did not make him lose his composure, but his eyes became angry, with a gloomy light reflected in his blue eyes.
"Then, please give Mr. Hu a lesson!"
collapse!
At that moment, the screams of the iron bars erupted, and the outline of the scorching sun emerged from behind Mr. Hu, scattering violent and blazing light, causing countless people to suddenly change their expressions.
At this moment, every ray of light shed on the outline of the scorching sun is an extremely thin etheric thread. The thin threads woven by countless music theories have incredible penetrating power, as if they are so thin that it is difficult to The blade of awareness penetrated.
In an instant, the ground in front of Tianmen Pass began to tremble, and the hard road trampled by millions of people over the years instantly turned into fine dust, blown into the sky by the storm.
The sad and cold sound like a ghost crying flows out from the moon in Huqin Well. Compared with the harsh sun, it is like running water, spreading in all directions, and then rising into a hazy fog.
The unobservable mist filled the sea of ether, blocking the bursts of the scorching sun, and countless properties interfered like hammers, forging the ether, forming the outline of the monster.
Combining the two systems of music theory, summoning and banning, what Jing Zhongyue controls is definitely not the ghosts of the Liu family, but the other extreme of animal nature - the divinity formed by the blood of dragon veins.
In an instant, the fog dissipated, and the illustrious Tianmen emerged from the sea of ether. Countless giant spirits walked out of the door. They were dressed in iron clothes and looked unfamiliar. They held big halberds, stepped on hurricanes and thunder, and roared to the sky.
They emerge from the mist. They are not as violent as ordinary summoned creatures. Instead, they are strict under the constraints of the commandments. A hundred steps away, the giant spirit takes off the iron bow from behind, and the sound of the bow strings being tightened comes and goes, which is head-turning. tingling.
As far as the eye can see, the giant spirit Heavenly Lord above the wind and thunder has already occupied the sky.
At this moment, accompanied by the screams of countless swarms of bees flapping their wings, bronze arrows engraved with countless musical notes fell like a heavy rain, covering the entire Tianmen Pass.
This was the reason why the head of the Changsun family took control of the military and focused on attacking Tianmen Pass.
The music theory that the Changsun family is responsible for in the heavenly city is city defense and attack. What sleeps in the moon in the well are the countless thundering heavenly armies that the musicians of the Changsun family have painstakingly created in the past generations.
After hundreds of years of changes, infusion of animal nature, and restraint by disciplines, every djinn has the power of a giant war puppet.
Among them, there are 100,000 swords and armors, 50,000 bows, and countless arrows...each one is an extraordinary thing.
The only limitation is that Changsun is not good at mobilizing ether on a large scale.
If there is enough strength to support it, even just by himself, he can conquer Tianmen Pass!
Under the hurricane and thunder, with countless arrows engraved with the theory of dragon strike, Mr. Hu raised the iron grate in his hand, the outline of the scorching sun rotated, and endless flames spurted out.
sun.
The sun has come.
At this moment, the scorching sun truly appeared above the material world, spreading endless light and heat, burning the sky red and turning the earth into scorched earth.
Within a hundred steps, everything completely evaporated and turned into dust under the violent changes of music theory.
Following Mr. Hu's movements, the layers of seals in the body were released, and the compressed and collapsed matrix stretched again, covering the body, like iron burn marks, spreading across the face.
In the scorching sun, a huge phantom slowly emerged. It was a human-like outline, but it had a cruel bestiality that humans could never achieve. Bathed in a fire comparable to lava, the violent ape stretched its body.
From the scorching sun, I cast a contemptuous glance at the world.
Then, together with Mr. Hu, he raised his palm and smashed it towards the Hehe Tiangong!