Gu Meizhi

As time goes by, unexpectedly it has been more than ten years of spring and autumn rotation.

In the past, when Dijiang wandered around the world, he never paid much attention to his lifespan.

The world will be divided and will be united, and the world will be divided when it is united. Sometimes in the face of continuous wars, he can't bear to waste time with these mortals.

However, today, all the mana of the descendants of the gods has been sealed by the nails, and the days can only be passed slowly day by day.

Di Jiang sucked his mother's milk, babbled, and toddled. After more than ten years, he turned into a clear and bright boy with correct eyebrows.

His father in this life was a poor Confucian who failed to succeed for a long time. He was full of talents and was not appreciated, so he had to be a school teacher in a private school in the village, barely making ends meet.

My mother was also from a poor family, and she was busy with sewing, cooking, and housework all day long.Although the family lived in poverty, they did not lose their wildness.

The father studied hard for half his life and never passed an imperial examination, so he put all his hopes on his youngest son.

It's a pity that Dijiang lived for hundreds of years, eating dragon liver and phoenix marrow, drinking ice soul and snow soul, and his unrestrained temper is well-known among the gods. He was born without knowing Confucianism. How exactly is "restraining oneself and returning to the rituals" written, let alone those tedious and boring Four Books and Five Classics, memorizing one more word is torture.

But how not to memorize?If you can't use the imperial examination to soar into the sky, your ancestors will have to live with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky.

The majestic emperor Jiang Shenjun was forced to sleep from three to five times all day long, struggling so painfully in the long sea of ​​learning, he just felt that this reincarnation in the world was really hard.

It wasn't until the year when he was 22 that Dijiang passed the provincial examination, the general examination, and the imperial palace examination. He was neither high nor low, and obtained a Jinshi background.

As soon as he passed the exam, the parents were always relieved, and the pain of most of his life was finally over, and the child bought a house in Beijing and took them to live together.

All of a sudden, there was a crowd of people, most of whom were local gentry visiting to greet each other, complimenting the young talent of the new Jinshi, and insinuating whether they were married or not.After going back and forth, the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker unexpectedly arranged a marriage for him.

Dijiang didn't feel much.Since ancient times, he has seen countless goddesses and celestial beings, most of whom are in name only.

The Three Realms highly praised Yingji, the daughter of the Emperor Rong, as a peerless beauty. When he saw her at his brother's wedding banquet, he felt nothing but mediocrity.How could the vulgar fans of this world catch his eyes.

Until the night of the wedding ceremony in the bridal chamber, Di Jiang was so drunk that he casually lifted off the bride's red hijab.

His wife was born with a pair of slender phoenix eyes with tall corners, and when the candlelight lit up and the alcohol surged up, he felt that her eyes were as charming as silk.

In the spring night between the beds, dripping with sweat and chanting softly, Di Jiang suddenly understood that the seven orifices of life have their own sweetness.

The next year, she gave birth to their baby.

There are rumors in a hundred miles around that Master Qingjiang's newborn child in Honglu Temple is a natural child prodigy.As soon as the child fell to the ground, he laughed instead of crying, very spiritual.

Di Jiang forbade the nurse and maidservant to intervene, crookedly holding the white and soft baby in his arms, the child looked at him without blinking, and suddenly giggled.

In a pair of black and clear eyes, Di Jiang saw clearly that his original appearance was reflected there.

He is convinced that this child is not ordinary, half of the divine blood is stored in his young body, and his future is limitless.

Di Jiang chose a single name for him, the word Ze, but in fact, following the naming convention of their clan, he will be called by his honorable name when he becomes an adult-Di Ze Shenjun.The so-called Ze character is the symbol of the common people.

However, this grand plan failed to come true after all.One winter night when the child was three years old, he died silently in his mother's arms due to a sudden wind, cold and high fever.

The so-called half of the divine blood didn't have any effect, that's right, even his Emperor Jiang Shenjun is just a mortal at the moment.

Di Jiang didn't care about his family's efforts to stop him, he hugged the child's cold body tightly, and rushed out the door in the heavy snow.The bitter north wind was blowing harder than a knife, and he walked out step by step, but he didn't know where to go.

It's really ridiculous to say that he clearly bears the name of a descendant of a god, but he insists on being such a mortal, who knows the worldly heart, so he must not act rashly.

Now you can't go up to the sky, you can't change your fortune and destiny; you can't go down to the ground, you can't destroy your life and death book.

There is no way in the world, he just wants to save his own child, but he has nowhere to ask.

It turns out that the seven orifices of life are like this.

……

What happened afterwards, Di Jiang gradually remembered very clearly.There are rumors in the market that Mr. Qingjiang of Honglu Temple has gone mad with grief, but he doesn't think he is crazy.

He seems to be a person outside his body, watching his parents die one after another;

Seeing his close friends who used to be called brothers and sisters come to visit with a shy face, and tricked him into selling his house and family properties one by one;

Watching the Yue family send people to the door to ridicule and sneer, forcing his wife to abandon him;

Seeing his own body dying of a long illness, he was wrapped in a straw mat by a beggar on the street and thrown to a mass grave on the outskirts of the city.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, in this short life, he has tasted all the emotions and desires.

The night wind under the mass grave was so cold that it pierced into the bone marrow. Di Jiang closed his eyes slightly. At this point, he finally felt the coldness of the mortals and the world.

……

Is it dead?

His body seemed to be frozen through by the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month of winter, and he fell into a short-term coma dimly. After waking up for a while, he faintly felt a trace of warmth flowing through his limbs and bones.

Di Jiang looked around in a daze, and he was still curled up and lying on the ground, but it didn't look like he was in a mass grave on a barren mountain in the world.

The scenery not far away looks familiar, this is... This is the shore of the South China Sea, where the Second Emperor Shu suddenly hewed the God-locking nails for him--the God-locking nails!

Di Jiang's spirit suddenly lifted, no matter what, he must immediately find the Second Emperor Shu and urge them to take out the God Locking Nail from his body.

Instinctively, Di Jiang wanted to turn over and sit up, but unexpectedly with this movement, his whole body did not move at all, but a severe pain like tearing came from both wrists at the same time.

A vague roar of pain rolled out of his throat, trying to discern where the pain came from.

But I saw that there was an ugly three-inch long rusty iron nail on each of my wrists, ankles, skull, heart, chest and abdomen.

Blood gushed out from seven wounds, and the ground beneath him was dug into a narrow gully by someone, and the seven streams of blood flowed out slowly, as if there was a figure struggling to bury his head in the distance. Into the blood gully, desperately sucking.

"..."

That is Hudi.The two Emperors Shu suddenly came from mortal cultivation, and a hundred years of dedicated cultivation may not be worth a drop of divine blood.

Now they finally couldn't bear it anymore, and just now they teamed up to set up this trap, using the God Locking Nail to strip his cultivation base, plotting his divine blood...

They lied to him, and they didn't lie to him.The seven emotions and six desires of mortals are shockingly real, and the proof is right in front of us.

A hoarse and broken laugh sounded intermittently from Di Jiang's throat. Suddenly Di Jiang was taken aback, and suddenly raised his blood-stained pale face to take a look, and immediately turned and fled without dying.

But hearing the crackling sound of iron nails breaking continuously, Di Jiang endured the pain of broken tendons and broken bones. He did not hesitate to break his limbs, and pulled out the God-locking nail that nailed him into the ground with all his strength.

Hearing the frightening movement, Emperor Hu couldn't help but glance back.With just one glance, he saw that the blood-red Di Jiang in Tianling Gai had bullied him in front of him like a ghost.

Emperor Hu died tragically, but in the end it was not as tragic as Dijiang.

Supporting himself with his broken elbows, Dijiang crawled back to the Kingdom of Baimin from the shore of the South China Sea with a bloodstained road.Without a yellow horse to accompany him, he passed out outside the border.

When he woke up the next day, his elder brother accompanied him to the bed and fed him medicine, and listened to him talking about his disappearance all these years, his face turned pale with horror.

And his father, on the lofty Emperor Hongzun, smashed the door of Jingshe with his palm, and scolded him for embarrassing the face of the descendants of God.

Only then did Di Jiang come to his senses. He had been a man for decades, but he had forgotten what God was like.

Mortals are cowardly and humble, and the descendants of gods are indifferent and careless, and he has tasted the joys and sorrows of it all.I don't know, the demon...is it different?

Limbs are useless, seven orifices are bleeding, and Di Jiang of the Baimin clan is dead.

But of course this is not the end.In the stillness of the night, there were mottled bloodstains all the way through the center of the city of the Kingdom of Baimin, struggled through the icy Guishui, and struggled to leave the edge of the border.

When the dawn broke and Di Yuan staggered out following the bloodstains, the tide of the Gui River had already washed away the remaining bloodstains on the shore without leaving even a trace.

Di Jiang died.And in this world, since then, there has been an additional head of the four monsters - Chaos.