The name does not belong to oneself, neither does the past life nor the future life belong to oneself.
What is the purpose of living like this
Shen Changge looked at Ji Bing who had closed his eyes and died, feeling a little dazed. He looked down at his hand hanging on his body, and found that his hand was trembling slightly when he didn't even notice it.
He only felt the lingering smell of blood on his hands.
He opened his hand, and squeezed it tightly again, until the veins on the back of his hand were all stretched out. In front of him is Ji Bing's slight smile before he died - why was he able to smile, and what was that smile talking about
Shen Changge didn't think about it.
Shen Changge has always been very clear that he is a coward. People who see everything and understand everything will go crazy. So he can only choose to let himself see something, know something, be a blind man and a deaf man, so that the hand holding the knife will not tremble.
In fact, among the people in this world, who is not blind and who is not deaf
The Buyik people wandering in the great desert of Kalachorma only remember the endless yellow sand for countless years, but they don't remember the countless white bones under the scorching sun when the White Emperor ruled Kelazorma. The generals who were ordered to kill the Buyeks only knew how to be loyal to the country, and they didn't see how innocent the Buyeks were.
As long as a person has a background and a past, he is destined to be closely connected with something.
Anyone can belong.
And since you belong to something, you can only be a blind and deaf person who is partial to hearing and partial vision.
Shen Changge raised his head and looked around at the spiritual cave that was shrouded in dark golden brilliance at the bottom of Jin Tang.
Because of the restrictions of the immortal sect, the emperors of the Twelve Dynasties could only be ordinary people, and they would die in just a hundred years. This is also one of the methods of Xianmen.
The change and handover of the ruler can make it impossible to continue some plans that take a long time to complete. And the death of generations of emperors will cause a lot of news to be lost. In this case, considering the long time period of Xianmen, even if there is an occasional emperor who is ambitious, it is nothing to fear.
However, the Jin Tang Ji family is a family built with the craziest ambitions and delusions.
After generations of emperors die, their memories will be watered down to the next emperor who ascends the throne in an extremely cruel and painful way. The old emperor is doomed to die in the hands of the new emperor, relying on death to pass on the memory of the previous emperor along with his own to the next generation.
Before Shen Changge's father, Emperor Jingyuan died, Ji Bing pierced his chest with a sword.
The long chain of memory is never broken, so those crazy plans have continued to be carried out from generation to generation for hundreds of years. Every emperor of Jin Tang grew up watered by hatred and crime.
This is the Jin Tangji family.
It is full of gore, madness, and despair in itself.
The entire family embraces a raging fire, which has burned countless talented young people in this family in the past long years, but now this raging fire will erupt from this family, and will be destroyed on the land of the Twelve Dynasties , ignite the fire that burns the prairie fire of the era.
After burning itself for so long, it is finally going to burn others.
Shen Changge is Ji's torch holder.
His birth was a destiny.
In the winter of the fourth year of Jingyuan, only a disguised woman was lying in the empress's palace to give birth, and the real beloved woman of Emperor Jingyuan was lying on the high altar in the secret spiritual cave under the palace. The gentle and beautiful woman lay alone on the high altar, showing shocking perseverance.
She clutched the cold rock below her with both hands, her nails were broken, and blood flowed horizontally.
The man she loved so much sat cross-legged on the stone platforms like futons together with all the elders in the Ji family who were burdened with secrets, enclosing the entire high platform. Everyone chanted the ancient and lengthy incantation together, and the dark golden aura in the spiritual cave frantically gathered in the air, forming a liquid like a long river, circling around the high platform.
Like an ancient dragon slowly waking up in the dark, guarding the child of hope who is about to be born.
There were repeated chanting sounds, and the inscriptions on the high platform were all as bright as the scorching sun.
The woman on the high platform twisted her face, biting the white silk in her mouth tightly, and the purple blood veins on her beautiful face spread like spider webs. The dark golden liquid-like light slowly entered her body, converging towards the towering abdomen.
That is inhuman pain.
However, she bit the white silk tightly and let her hands drip with blood, but she firmly refused to let a wail escape from her mouth.
The dark golden light finally merged into the phantom of the ancient dragon. But the final dragon head could not be condensed for a long time. The woman on the high platform was already on the verge of convulsions, and the Emperor Jingyuan under the high platform almost got up and rushed up.
Several white-haired elders sitting closest to the high platform suddenly stood up.
They spread out their hands, making gestures to welcome the birth of something, bright dark golden light burst out from their bodies, and merged into the dark golden long dragon hovering around the high platform.
The illusory dragon head finally took shape slowly.
Sitting cross-legged, the faces of the members of the Ji clan showed almost numb sadness—in this fate of madness and delusion, they watched too many people die. Then the voice of chanting suddenly became high-pitched.
As the dragon head slowly took shape, the figures of several elders trembled more and more, and the dark golden light emanating from their bodies became weaker and weaker.
When the eyes of the last dragon were about to form, the old man in charge let out a low cry, his face flushed suddenly.
Finally, a scorching light burst out from his body, pouring into the ancient phantom crazily. Not only him, but all the elders who stood up did so.
In the bright light, their bodies turned into blurred flesh and blood.
On the high platform, there was a scream of pain that could no longer be suppressed, which seemed to erupt from the depths of the soul, and the baby's cry sounded like a shooting star across the dark night.
Blood was spattered on Emperor Jingyuan's body, he stared blankly at the blood and at the high platform.
He suddenly stood up like crazy, hissing;
"Immortals don't know the suffering of the common people, and the common people... don't need to live forever!!"
— It seemed to be the mournful cry of the entire Ji family in an instant.
Heart-piercing, crazy as a devil.
Immortals don't know the suffering of the common people, and the common people don't need to... seek longevity! !
A sad, hysterical and desperate voice echoed in the cave underground. It was the first voice that penetrated the soul that Shen Changge heard after he was born.
Under the secret method, when the memory of the entire Ji family was slowly inherited, the voice of the beginning of life was constantly, long, sadly and desperately echoing.
The author has something to say: Position is the most helpless thing in this world.
As long as you are human, as long as you are alive, you will have your own past and the people you are associated with, so you will have your own place to stand.
However, once you have such a thing as a standpoint, you can only make yourself ignorant and unclear about many things. If a person sees everything clearly and knows everything, then he can only go crazy.
Because that is the most painful torture.
Ah, it's finally here. In the first volume, what Shen Changge said was the foreshadowing here. Ahh, after such a long thread, I can finally pull it out and show it to you, it's really not easy.