When the night of the Shang capital of the Qi and Qin Dynasty was shrouded in gold, people wearing the coat of arms of the Qi and Qin Dynasty walked through like ghosts and ghosts wearing masks.
It was a bloody night.
The red flames ignited on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, and something that no one had ever thought about happened. For the first time, the dignity of the Immortal Gate was violated.
The dark, ninety-nine-story Qingming Pagoda seems to have changed its owner with an uncollapsed Qingming Pagoda.
On the night that opened the beginning of blood and fire, on the hills outside Shangdu, a down-and-out blind fortune-teller was sitting in a dilapidated small temple, trembling with his pile of rotten belongings. Beside him was a half-grown young boy. The young man was thin and looked like a child in a famine.
Malnourished, with a look of hostility in his eyebrows and eyes.
The boy's eyebrows slanted upwards, like a sharp sword. Under the slanting long eyebrows, there is a pair of dark eyes with unruly light.
"Old blind man, you still have this thing in your pocket."
The boy leaned against the wall covered with moss and weeds, biting the root of the grass, squinting at the blind fortune teller, with a bit of impatience in his tone.
"Come on, you don't really think you can still live off these guys, do you?"
The boy's tone was not kind, and his words were harsh, but what he said was true. Both he and the blind fortune-teller escaped from a famine in a border county south of the Qi and Qin Dynasty—there was actually a famine early on. Last autumn, the grain harvest was not enough, and it didn't take long for the winter to start.
It's just that it is the border county in the south, which is not eye-catching.
Everyone in the boy's family died, and when he was the only one left, he gritted his teeth and followed the refugees all the way north, leaving the place he was so familiar with. He heard that in the commercial city of the Qi Qin Dynasty, there were long streets full of lights and heavy traffic. With such a hazy idea in mind, the young man gnawed grass roots, tree bark, and everything he could gnaw and headed north.
The Chamber of Commerce of the Qi and Qin Dynasty is famous all over the world, but what is famous is that the dynasty is the bank of Kyushu, and it is the big business capital. It has nothing to do with ordinary people like them, and it has nothing to do with that remote small city.
On the way, the boy developed a fever.
He had no relatives or friends, and no one paid attention to him, so he was thrown on the side of the road.
While lying on the side of the road, the boy was holding a stone in his hand, thinking in a daze, if any crow with no eyes came to peck him, he would use this stone to kill the crow as his breakfast.
This kind of thing is not uncommon on the way of fleeing famine.
Some people fell down while walking, and they were still awake, and the crows circling in the sky swooped down before they stopped breathing. Those who followed these refugees along the way were those dark birds with ugly sounds. Son.
When the first crow came down, he knocked it hard and killed it.
But there's a second, a third...
After killing one and driving two away, the boy lost his strength. He just watched the crow fall, pointing its sharp beak at him.
Are you going to die
He thought vaguely, and then just felt unwilling.
I lived my whole life as a wimp, never held a girl's hand, never wore a gorgeous dress, lived like a dog from beginning to end, and died like everyone else. Even for a moment, he would not be so unwilling to live like a human being.
But no.
There was a fire in his chest, but he couldn't hold the stone in his hand. Just when the crows were about to fall, he heard singing like a bell. He is just a poor boy with no money, but he has also heard the girls in the red building sing, which is melodious and melodious. However, at this time, what he heard was a singing voice completely different from all the singing voices he had ever heard.
The singing voice was old and hoarse, with a sense of tearing, but it was like an ancient bronze bell hitting heavily again and again, and the sound came from across the ages.
Piercing Clouds and Cracking Stones has the power to make people almost cry.
Amidst the singing, the crows were so shaken that they flapped their wings and flew high into the sky.
The voice sang lyrics he had never heard before, and it was an extremely tragic tune:
"Soul, soul, who is it
Where will the dead go, and the living will be miserable!
Come back, come back, I am like a shadow.
Go, go, go, all the time.
The gate of the nine secluded worlds is open,
The stubborn spirit is invincible! "
The bronze bell of the Era was rung, and the eternal vastness rushed towards his face, and his soul seemed to be shaken back to his body suddenly. As if ice-cold water poured down from the sky, the young man who had already reached the edge of unconsciousness suddenly opened his eyes and regained some strength.
He desperately looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to see what kind of person was singing such a song that made people want to cry.
After opening his eyes, he realized that the sky was already dark, and there were no other refugees around, and they had already gone far away. And a hunched figure walked slowly from the place where the sun was setting, every step was like the sun hanging down from the sky, his body was covered with a scarlet afterglow.
—At that moment, he felt that he saw an ancient warrior, singing a tragic song, coming towards the end.
Before that figure could get close, the boy fell into a coma again.
When he was in a coma, he was no longer so unwilling. Although his life was as muddled as an ant, but at the last moment, he saw the ancient warriors that most people in the world couldn't see, and heard such a tragic song. It's worth it.
When he awoke again, he was lying beside a small fire.
The one who saved him was a blind fortune-teller, who was very old and was on crutches. Like him, he fled from famine. Because of his old age and inconvenient legs and feet, he fell behind, and only then did he meet a boy who had a fever and passed out by the side of the road. The blind fortune teller is dry, with an old bone. The image of the mighty warrior is just an illusion of the blurred vision of the teenager.
And that song was also sung by the blind fortune teller himself for courage.
This blind fortune-teller is an old and dishonest person. When talking about the fantasy of entering the Shangdu with him by the fire, he happily said that the Shangdu is full of rich people, and he can deduct some money from the rich by just flicking around. . The dregs that the rich have left in their hands are enough for ordinary people like them to eat wine and meat for most of the night.
As he said that, the blind fortune-teller winked at him and said, that girl from Goulan in the Shangdu has such soft skin... how wretched and wretched her expression is.
The young man heard the broken voice of the image of the warrior in the setting sun in his heart.
He had a wooden face, not knowing what to say.
After his life was saved by the old blind man, the young man started to go north to Shangdu with the old blind man. Along the way, the old blind man relied on the old man to let him carry things with a cane, and he tried to pretend to be a fairy with a pile of tattered fortune-telling compass wooden sticks. With a strong manner, when you meet people, you will ask them if they want to count.
The young man almost wanted to laugh.
All the escaped people were so poor that they didn't have any spare money for fortune-telling, and they were just dawdling fortune-tellers who seemed unreliable at first glance.
The old blind man had a good attitude, and he vowed to wait until he arrived in Shangdu, and he could rely on his good hexagram skills to become the guest of honor of everyone's big family. After talking, he asked him if he would like to worship him as a teacher, and only ten taels of silver was needed.
The young man was so angry and funny, he almost wanted to throw the old blind man's stuff at him.
In this way, the two stumbled and unexpectedly came to the vicinity of Shangdu.
When he reached the hills not far from Shang, the young man wanted to go all out and rest in the capital of Shang, but the old blind man insisted on saying that his legs and feet were not good enough, and insisted on resting in a dilapidated small temple for the night.
There was no way, the two of them rested in this ruined temple.
After resting, the old blind man took out his own pile of messy things and fiddled with them in his mouth. The young man thought it was funny. Along the way, the old blind man bragged to him many times how proficient he was in hexagrams. Wushuang, it turned out that the calculation of the route was not accurate, so he took him for a long detour.
The young man spoke to the old blind man in a bad tone, wanting the old blind man to go to rest quickly.
But today's old blind man seems to be a little different from usual.
Trembling, he messed up a bunch of things that the boy couldn't understand, and scribbled some complicated runes that he couldn't understand quickly and frantically on the ground—at first the boy thought it was an old blind man who went crazy and scribbled, But soon he discovered that those patterns had a strange beauty, which was not like what could be drawn by scribbling.
There is also a faint pattern revealed.
For some reason, seeing the old blind man fiddling with his hands on the ground with a pale face, the young man suddenly felt uneasy.
This uneasiness is strange and unreasonable.
He called the old blind man several times, but the old blind man ignored him.
The strange thing is that the old blind man who was muttering, smearing on the ground, and playing with the pile of things he didn't recognize reminded the boy again of the phantom he saw before he fell into a coma that day - the sun in the west slumped , the ancient warrior strode across the boundless land on the bloody setting sun.
On the Qingming Pagoda in Shangdu, at the moment when the picture of mountains and rivers unfolded, the old blind man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. In the exchange of shocking voices from the teenagers, the old blind man jumped from the ground with a speed that ordinary old people could not possess up.
"Fire, fire!!"
The old blind man muttered.
He turned his head to look in the direction of Shangdu, and the expression on his face at that moment made the young man almost think that he was not blind.
"What fire?"
The boy asked, only to find that there was an unconcealable panic in his own voice when the words came out.
The old blind man grabbed his hand, stumbled and dragged him out of the ruined temple, pointed in the direction of Shangdu, and hissed, "Fire... a big fire."
In the direction of Shangdu, the black night sky was ignited by golden fire.