My friends are all over the world

The nightmare is boundless.

With his hair disheveled and bare feet, and his hands and feet wrapped in chains, Lin Xin was walking in the void.

It was a feeling he was familiar with, the feeling of being blind.

The world of the blind is not completely black, but empty.

He couldn't speak, the universe bag he was carrying was not with him, he couldn't draw symbols, he couldn't transmit the sound, and he couldn't even touch himself.

He could only move forward gropingly, constantly moving forward.

I don't know how long he walked, but his fingertips felt a piece of ice cold.

Before he could react, a gust of wind blew up all over his body, as if a strong force was holding his hand, pulling him forward.

Lin Xin suddenly realized that this was the Xuanguang mirror.

He once discarded one such mirror.

A mysterious light mirror that can trace the past.

I don't know how long ago Xuanguang mirror took him back to the past.

At that time, Tianchi was not in Xishan, but in God Realm.

Nanhua Laojun is still a little god who has just ascended.

But the person soaking in Tianchi has never changed.

Emperor Chongyuan always soaked in Tianchi.

One day, Nanhua tentatively said to Gu Yuan: "The battle between immortals and demons has been going on for tens of thousands of years, and it has been 600 years since the emperor discovered that the devil's energy entered his body, and he still looks like a black dragon. If the emperor really can't force out the devil's energy in his body, I will There is a way."

Chong Yuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, paused for a while, and said lightly: "You say."

"How about a trip to the world?"

Chong Yuan put down his hands and glanced at him: "How about going to the world for a while?"

"There is not much demonic energy invading the emperor's primordial spirit. If we can't dispel it, how about we explore it?"

"How to find out?"

Nan Hua said: "The emperor doesn't know something, and ordinary ascension requires a calamity, and after a calamity, it will be discovered."

"What calamity have you experienced?"

Nan Hua thought for a while: "If you want to come to Taishang Wangqing, the emperor's experience of love should be the fastest and safest."

Chong Yuan chuckled, and leaned against the wall of Tianchi Pool again, the black dragon's tail stirred at the bottom of the pool, and the clouds and rain fell.

It has been tens of thousands of years, and his mind is still, that is, he was a little messed up in the dense forest of the demon world.

Let him go through the tribulation of love, he himself feels that it is impossible.

The meaning of his refusal was obvious, Nanhua was a little embarrassed and embarrassing.

With interest, Chong Yuan turned to look at him again after it rained lightly in Tianchi.

"If you really want me to experience a calamity of love, you can arrange it."

Nan Hua quickly responded, "I've already discussed it with Yue Xia—"

Yue Xia was the old Yue whom Lin Xin met later on.

"The emperor has enjoyed the sacrifices of the Wu Kingdom in the human world for 600 years, and the king of the Wu Kingdom is also diligent, so why not go to the Wu Kingdom to experience the calamity. As for the candidates who will experience the calamity with the emperor—" Nanhua said, "Of course they can't be ordinary people, I personally Make sure to find the best one for Dijun."

Chong Yuan raised his eyes, his expression was cold.

Nanhua didn't realize it, and said to himself: "Yuexia and I will accompany the emperor to go through the calamity together, and we will definitely be able to pick the most suitable one for the emperor. When the calamity is checked, the emperor will drive out the evil energy in the body, that person may not be able to directly Ascending into a god is something that benefits both parties."

Emperor Chongyuan didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore, he turned into a black dragon, spread the rain with clouds, and there was a heavy rain on Tianchi, which drenched Nanhua completely.

At that time, Lin Xin was working as a blind little Taoist priest in a Taoist temple outside the capital city of Yue Kingdom.

He was originally the little prince of the Nine Kingdoms of Yue. He was judged by the Chinese teacher to be a natural emperor when he was still in his womb, and he was valued by the emperor.

After he was born, the emperor took him with him and raised him for a few days.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for him to be recognized as a little blind man who was born blind.

Feeling bad luck, the emperor turned around and threw him into a Taoist temple outside the city to help him get rid of the bad luck.

So he grew up in a Taoist temple and was raised by the Taoist priests in the temple.

The emperor despised him, and the priests did not dare to treat him openly, so they could only take care of him secretly.

Lin Xin seemed to be heartless, he ate a rough meal without a meal, wore the loose Taoist robe left to him by his senior brothers, leaned on a bamboo stick, and happily ran around the mountains and plains.

Although a pair of peach blossom eyes are invisible, they are very beautiful.

Fearing that he would offend the nobles in the capital, the priests never allowed him to go down the mountain.

Lin Xin had been planning to go down the mountain since he was six or seven years old, but he was blind and had no one to guide him. He wandered around the mountain by himself and could never find the way down.

When he was 12 years old, a poor scholar came to live in a Taoist temple.

The scholar's name is Jiang Yuelang.

Jiang Yuelang always failed in the exams, and after spending all his money, he couldn't even afford to live in an inn, so he had to come to the Taoist temple to eat and drink.

He and Lin Xin hit it off, and it was also because of Jiang Yuelang that Lin Xin went down the mountain for the first time.

The two of them had no money to go to other places to play, so they could only squat in front of the storyteller's stall and listen to stories for nothing until the storyteller drove them away.

One evening, the two went back to the Taoist temple together.

Lin Dao said, "Jiang Yuelang, it's so boring to listen to these stories all the time. You can read and write. You can write."

Jiang Yuelang knocked him on the head: "I am a literati, not a storyteller."

Lin Xin curled his lips and muttered softly, "The literati can't even afford to eat."

After being silent for a while, Jiang Yuelang said, "Do you really want me to write?"

"That's right." Lin Xin groped, raised his toes, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, "Who else is it?"

"Really?"

"Really." Lin Xin's eyes were dark, but there was no brilliance, "You write it, and I will be the first to cheer you on. When you have money, we will go together."

"Where are you going?"

"Hmm..." Lin Xin rubbed his chin, "Walk anywhere, find another mountain, and build a Taoist temple. I live in it alone and don't need others."

Jiang Yuelang frowned: "I don't want it either?"

Lin Xin smiled, but did not answer.

Jiang Yuelang said, "Compared to the distant future of waiting for me to have money, there is one more important thing right now."

"what?"

"What story do you want to hear? I'll make it up for you."

The Taoist temple is poor, and after nightfall, Jiang Yuelang has no candles in his room, so he can only hide in the corner of the Sanqing Hall, borrowing a little light from the Taishang Laojun to write.

Jiang Yuelang dipped his pen and ink: "Come on, Lin Xin, what story do you want to hear?"

Lin Xin sat on the ground with his legs crossed, thinking for a while.

"The Taoist priests recite scriptures and meditate all day long. I asked them why. They said they wanted to become immortals and seek longevity." Lin Xin smiled faintly, "I also want to become immortals, and I want to meet the gods in the sky. Ask them if it is true. What did i do wrong."

Lin Xin smiled, and when he lowered his head, warm tears fell down.

Perhaps it was his fate that consumed too much good luck.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky have never cared for them, and good people everywhere have never shown mercy.Fulfilling the emperor's life.

When Lin Xin was 15 years old, Wu's army swept across the south of the Yangtze River all the way to the capital of Yue.

In the palace of Wu Guocheng Dynasty, Emperor Chongyuan, who had gone down to earth and experienced calamities, leaned on a railing and looked into the distance.

He is the patron saint of Wu State and has been worshiped by Wu State for 600 years.This time, he went down to earth as a national teacher in the state of Wu, lived in Chengchao Palace, practiced behind closed doors all year round, and the emperor of the state of Wu did not see him a few times.

Nanhua tried to persuade: "Dijun, it's been more than 20 years, does Dijun have someone he likes and wants to practice together?"

"No."

"The Phoenix Clan sent over a young son who just came out of his shell, named Qi Wu, see you..."

"No." Chong Yuan glanced at him, emphasized his tone, and repeated the words in his words, "'It's only been out of the shell for a while.'"

"Actually, it's not that he just came out of the shell, and he's about a hundred years old. He looks handsome and has roots of wisdom. Because of his weak body, Phoenix sent him here, wanting him to go through the calamity with the emperor, so as to add some blessings. "

Chong Yuan was a little annoyed, his face didn't change, but his tone was a bit cold, and he asked: "My Lord has experienced calamity, how did you do it?"

Nan Hua bowed his head and replied, "No."

Chong Yuan shook his sleeves and turned back, Nanhua complained in a low voice: "I've never been tempted, it's not a calamity with someone, it's important to find out earlier."

So he chased after him, and said: "Emperor, the State of Wu is about to capture the capital of the Yue State. When the Wu army surrenders, the Emperor should go and have a look."

"Look at what?"

"I always stay in Chengchao Palace, I don't see anyone, and it's not a bad thing to go out for a while." Nan Hua said with a smile, "If you don't go out, the emperor's good time in this life will be over."

Chong Yuan went downstairs, walked around the wooden screen in the hall, only heard the sound of splashing water, and Chong Yuan fell into the pool in the hall.

He still likes to soak in water.

After a while, a voice came from behind the screen: "Whatever you want to do, you can arrange it."

On the eve of the subjugation of the Yue Kingdom, Lin Xin was arrested by his father, the emperor, from the Taoist temple, and thrown on the throne.

The emperor left him the jade seal and the crown.

"Emperor, I have left many civil and military ministers for you to guard your home and country."

Before Lin Xin could speak, his father turned around and ran away.

He took two steps forward and almost fell off the dragon chair on the nine steps.

An old official who waited on the pen and ink hurriedly supported him and helped him back to his seat.

The Minister of the Palace shouted long live.

Lin Xin was blind, but he could hear clearly.

This group of people were either too old and coughed three times after saying a word, or they were younger than him and their voices were immature.

This is the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs left to him by his father.

He doesn't know how to deal with political affairs, doesn't know how to criticize Zhu and seal, and doesn't even understand their polite words.

The old officials who served beside him taught him hand in hand, but he couldn't even write.

He can't see.

No matter how good his fate is, he is blind.

The 15-year-old boy was as thin as twelve or thirteen years old, sitting on the dragon chair, cramped like a kitten that fell into the water.

After finally going down to the court, Lin Xin hid in a corner and did not see anyone, thinking that this would not work, his father and elder brother had escaped, so he had to escape too, it was best to call Jiang Yuelang to escape together.

He stood up, fumbled for the bamboo stick, and slowly walked out of the temple door, not knowing where to go, but only walked in one direction.

When the father and elder brother ran away, they took most of the people in the palace away, leaving only the old and the young, and a group of stepmothers in the harem.

Lin Xin didn't know what to do with the people in the palace, nor what to do with the people in the capital.

But he didn't know what to do.

As he passed a room, he heard someone talking inside.

It was the old official who served the pen and ink, he said: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Your Highness clearly hasn't enjoyed a day's blessing, why should he surrender?"

Someone asked, "What does Mr. Pu mean?"

"Send him out of the city." The old official Pu said solemnly, "The monarch must leave the city to hand over the letter of surrender. I will pretend to be. You only say that I am a branch of the Lin surname. When the emperor left, he passed the throne to me."

This throne is now a sharp blade.

A very immature voice said: "Let me go, I am about the same age as Your Highness, Wu Guo should know that the throne has passed to His Highness, if they find out, they will be annoyed... I have to do a full set of acting, or I will put it on." Go out your eyes."

Lin Xin stood outside the door and sighed softly.

He raised his hand, knocked on the door with a bamboo stick before the child was about to gouge out his eyes, and said: "Don't think about it, I will protect the people of this country, including the concubines who are full of harem."

A group of abandoned old, weak, sick and disabled kneel down to the blind little emperor who was also abandoned, choking their voices and shouting long live.

Lin Xin didn't want Long Live.

He just wanted a chance of survival.

So three days later, Lin Xin led them, opened the gates of the city, and went out to deliver the letter of surrender.

At that time, Chong Yuan was straddling the horse. Seeing this situation, he asked casually: "Nan Hua, why are the courtiers of Yue State different from those of Wu State?"

Before Nan Hua could answer, Chong Yuan raised his chin at Lin Xin again: "Who is that?"

Lin Xin was thin and small, his hands and feet in shackles were as thin as asparagus bamboo, his head was lowered, his face was pale, and a white silk three fingers wide was tied in front of his eyes.

Because he couldn't see, the old official who served the pen and ink helped him to walk, and the old official couldn't walk steadily by himself.

Behind Lin Xin are civil and military officials, the capital of the Yue Kingdom has [-] households, and there are still people who have not had time to leave.

Nan Hua glanced at it and felt pitiful: "That is the new successor of the Yue Kingdom."

"how old is he?"

"He's only 15 years old."

Nan Hua felt that Lin Xin was pitiful, so he complained to Chong Yuan in his heart, you don't want a young and beautiful little phoenix who is about a hundred years old, but you want a little emperor who is only 15 years old.

It turns out that you like small ones.

And Chong Yuan just saw Lin Xin for a while, thought he was good-looking, and asked a casual question, completely unaware that Nan Hua had already said something to him in his heart.