All the fragments of memories fluttered in the dazzling firelight, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. In an instant, it was as if his entire life had been replayed from the beginning to the end. Those fragments that he had already forgotten were deeply and deliberately buried in his heart. In that instant, they suddenly surged forward violently, drowning his entire being.
It seemed that decades had passed.
In fact, it was only a moment.
In the earth-shattering noise of the mountain rocks, Zhuo Yu's figure was completely submerged in the fire.
Lu Jiuchen was pushed back by the huge airflow. This reserved and rational General Manager Lu, who was known as the only top expert in the world who could suppress Master Zhuo, seemed to be isolated in an unrealistic space at this moment. It was as if he was floating in the air and couldn't find any sense of reality.
… Zhuo Yu … died?
Just now, he was standing here talking with indifference, indifference, elegance and coldness. Every syllable was like the gentle collision of jade …
Late at night in the mountains, the fire in the ruined temple crackled. The two figures on the wall were entangled together, panting and fragmented.
The pleasure they had never felt before made them indulge in it. It was like the deep sea, silently burning their lifelong passion.
Their hands seemed to still have the residual warmth of skin touching skin. In the blink of an eye, they had turned into ashes and scattered.
That person, unexpectedly, didn't come back.
Lu Jiuchen only felt that his chest was heavy. It wasn't a sharp pain, but it was so heavy that it broke the blood vessels in his chest.
A stone can crush an old man. Worry can hurt people …
From the high-spirited youth to the ups and downs of the human world for decades, it seemed that he had cultivated to the point where he could break away from the mortal world and stand on the top of the mountain overlooking all living things … But at this moment, he was suddenly stabbed in the heart and fell back to the mortal world in an instant.
It turns out that I can feel pain too.
It turns out that I have never really transcended …
It turns out that … I am still … concerned about the love of the mortal world …
Lu Jiuchen suddenly roared. As the sound pierced his eardrums, the true qi he had been holding in his chest for many years suddenly exploded.
The set of martial arts he practiced was the opposite of Zhuo Yu's. In his early years, Zhuo Yu was indeed the world's number one master. But later on, he focused on politics and his martial arts foundation was gradually not as deep as Lu Jiuchen's.
For so many years, he had been a little afraid of him. On the day of the forced abdication, he didn't even dare to see his face. He didn't even dare to ask a word. He directly locked him up and carefully guarded him, trying to lock him up for life … After so many years, they had forgotten each other..............................................
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A huge fire almost burned through the sky.
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The huge stone array collapsed.
The thousand-year-old ancient stone finally revealed its original appearance.
The exit appeared at the end of the fire. Mingde only knew that he was running desperately. He didn't remember how many times he fell. Every time, he got up and ran desperately. It seemed that if he paused for a moment, he would never be able to run out again.
He suddenly remembered that day when he left the city. He held his breath and didn't look up at the man on the city wall who was watching him.
In fact, he knew that as long as he looked back, the man would be waiting in place.
But it was just a miss. They might never have the chance to see each other again.
No one knew if this was the last time they looked back in this life. They might pass each other at this moment and fall into the cycle of reincarnation the next second.
If you were given another chance, would you turn around and look at him?
Mingde didn't know how to answer himself.
He only knew that he had to run forward with all his strength. Behind him was the collapsed hell, and in front of him might be the fragrant lotus flower and the Ten Thousand Buddhist Kingdom.
The fire burned down the valley. All the soldiers of the Dongyang Palace retreated to the periphery, ready to shoot arrows. As long as someone ran out, they would shoot him.
Screams and exclamations rose one after another. In an instant, it was as if they had fallen into a bloody hell.
The eyes of the archers in the front row were completely red from the killing. They only saw a figure in gray pouncing over from the flames. Just as they were about to shoot an arrow, their vision suddenly turned black. Their necks were twisted and broken from a distance of ten feet.
The archers in the back row felt that something was wrong and hurriedly raised their bows to shoot. But they only made a move before their chests were pierced by lightning.
After several rows of people were cut down like seedlings, the army in the back finally found something unusual.
Dongyang Wang Jinyuan saw this scene when he was running back. He immediately scolded the commander, "What's going on?
Hurry up and shoot. Don't leave a single person alive! "
The commander ran to the front to convey the Lord's order. Halfway through, he suddenly saw someone flying through the thick smoke in the sky.
He took a closer look and found that it was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man who had been trapped in the array just now. He was obviously a very ordinary person, but at this time, he was as fierce as an arrow released from a bow. With a bloody aura, he jumped straight in the direction of Dongyang Wang Jinyuan.
Just as the army commander was about to cry out in alarm, he suddenly saw the gray-robed man, who had been silent all this while, take a deep breath in midair, and then leap ten meters away.
The archers had never seen such a skill before. They were frozen in place with a cry of surprise and forgot the arrow in their hands.
It was not until a long time later that the commander, who had witnessed everything, could clearly recall every detail.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he could remember the scene at that time. The number one assassin in the world silently swept across the sky like a big bird. He just reached out and twisted Dongyang Wang Jinyuan's neck. Li Jinyuan didn't even have time to react before his entire head was twisted off!
Lu Jiuchen only paused for a moment when he grabbed Li Jinyuan's neck.
At that time, he didn't look at the slowly falling body in front of him. He looked into the distance and whispered something.
Later, some people said that he was talking about the date and time of the day.
Some people said that he was scolding Jinyuan.
Some people even came up with many versions of the story. They were all righteous and dignified, and were very suitable for his identity and status.
These words were spread to every corner of the Central Plains and even the Northern Frontier. Countless people were shocked and hot-blooded. Countless people longed for that moment. They all firmly believed that the version they heard was correct, that it was the most fitting for a reclusive hero like Lu Jiuchen.
… In fact, they were all wrong.
Only a young soldier who was standing beside Li Jinyuan at that time said that he heard the terrifying God of Death looking into the distance and saying in a very low voice, "… I will not forget the third day of the fourth month, the bell of the temple in the deep mountains of Cuixia."
A long, long time later, the name of Cui Xia Mountain had changed. The lonely old temple had collapsed into dust. Weeds had spread across the rugged mountain path. No one knew what kind of romantic scene had taken place in that ruined little temple on that night with the dim moonlight.
Everything had been burned to a crisp by the fire.
It was like a dark, hidden scar, engraved in the most unknown corner of the heart, slightly painful. It would accompany him for a lifetime, until he died of old age.
The fire burned until dusk. Dongyang Wang Jinyuan was killed, and the soldiers fled. Who knew how many lives were lost in the stampede.
When the sunset was as red as blood, the mountains and plains were filled with desolation. The overwhelming silence completely enveloped the survivors. Everyone knelt on the ground. For a moment, it seemed like a long time had passed.
Lu Jiuchen stood up.
His hands were full of blood. It gathered at his fingertips and dripped behind him as he walked.
Lin Bing called out to him and asked, "Where are you going?"
Lu Jiuchen did not answer.
Where was he going?
He did not know.
When Zhuo Yu killed his master, he followed him down the mountain. When Zhuo Yu exterminated his family for revenge, he chased after him. When Zhuo Yu gathered his forces, he entered the court to stop him. When Zhuo Yu raised troops to force him to abdicate, he was locked up in the Mu Hall where he could leave whenever he wanted. He silently watched his every move.
He watched him become a notorious minister. He watched him become powerful. He watched him toss and turn in bed every night. He watched him laugh and live a drunken life.
Now Zhuo Yu was dead.
Where else could he go?
What else could he go … to do?
The sun gradually set, and the afterglow like blood spilled across the sky.
They watched Lu Jiuchen's figure gradually disappear into the distance. The wind blew at the corners of his clothes and he slowly disappeared into the depths of the mountains.
No one had the time to stop Lu Jiuchen. Ah Zhen's situation could not be delayed any longer. They must remember to send her to the camp of the Xiwan army. The rebel army left by Dongyang Wang Jinyuan had heard the news and was in chaos. Overnight, the bandits were like weeds. The court must send troops to suppress them.
When Qianwandi learned of the situation, he quickly issued an imperial edict. He promoted Lin Bing to Commander of Northern Hanbei and Shangguan Mingde to General. He sent troops all the way from Northern Hanbei to Hanzhong to stop the rebel army and wipe them out in the Huai River.
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In just a few days, the world was in chaos.
All kinds of hidden problems in this peaceful world that had not been noticed suddenly came to the surface. Everyone clearly realized that the world was in chaos.
Some people struggled to survive, some fished in troubled waters, some were wise to protect themselves, and some were successful.
Everyone was busy. No one noticed that in the huge stone array under the ashes, under an inconspicuous old tree, a person struggled to stand up from the pile of bones. He staggered to the tree and fell to the ground with a plop.
Zhuo Yu lay there with his eyes closed for a while. Gradually, he gathered a little strength and slowly sat up.
His body was covered in blood. There was probably not a single bone that was intact. The burning sensation on his back was completely gone. Instead, it was replaced by numbness.
The totem was gone.
Even without looking back, he could imagine that the skin on his back was smooth and intact. Other than the scars and bloodstains, there was nothing else.
Did this mean that all the sins and blood of the past had been written off?
Zhuo Yu was a little surprised that he was not dead.
Although he was very weak now, it was as if he had been reborn. He looked at the world with a pair of clear eyes.
The intense and gloomy memories of the past had dispersed like the dark clouds after the rain, leaving behind only a clear sky. Everything could start over from the beginning.
Night fell and the sun rose from the east. The stars and moon were sparse and the rain was clear.
He sat there for a long time. It was as if he had become one with the withered vines and the old tree.
His consciousness went from drowsy to awake. Slowly, the time he was awake became less and less. He had almost forgotten the passage of time.
One day, he opened his eyes and hazily saw a person standing in front of him, looking down at him.
Zhuo Yu raised his head and leaned against the tree trunk. He lazily sized up that person. His voice was hoarse like a knife. "… Chief Steward Lu, what brings you here?"
Lu Jiuchen did not say a word.
Zhuo Yu stood up shakily. He leaned against the tree trunk and looked him up and down.
Although he was extremely weak, his voice still carried an elegant carelessness. "… Since Chief Steward Lu likes to feel the wind here, then I won't disturb you …"
He turned and walked two steps away. Lu Jiuchen put his hands in his sleeves and looked into the distance. "The Xi Wan army has retreated."
Zhuo Yu did not turn his head. "What does that have to do with me?"
"His Highness the King has ordered the entire country to mourn for you for three months."
"What does that have to do with me?"
Suddenly, the world in front of him spun. By the time he reacted, he was already on someone's shoulder.
He was not heavy. Lu Jiuchen easily carried him and jumped down the slope. He strode towards Wuzhi, who was tied up under the tree.
"That has nothing to do with you, but you do have something to do with me."
Lu Jiuchen threw him onto the back of the horse. He did not care that Zhuo Yu's blood and qi surged and he almost vomited. Then, he leapt onto the horse and raised the horse whip. With a snap, Wuzhi neighed. Then, as fast as lightning, he rushed towards the horizon.
The words scattered in the wind were blurry and fragmented without any important points.
In a trance, these words went straight into the heart. They were as firm as a silent mountain rock, always standing there and never changing.
"… We … can go home now."
At that time, no one knew that these two names would become famous in the world. At that time, they were just small children. They practiced martial arts, learned how to write, and played until they went home to eat in the evening.
At dusk, a wisp of smoke rose in spirals. The master sat at the table, waiting for the wild second disciple to finish playing and come back. Every time he waited, everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger. In the end, only the calm and reliable eldest disciple went out. He stood on the slope and shouted into the mountains, "Shidi — —!
We can go home to eat — —! "
One shout after another, month after month, year after year.
In an instant, time turned back. In a trance, more than ten years of prosperity turned to ashes. Looking back, that moment in his memory was actually the so-called forever.