Travel thousands of miles in my life

The underground palace was still as silent as last night, only two obviously rapid breathing sounds were obviously unusual.Yan Wuxin landed on a Populus euphratica tree outside the Tsukiji, and then walked briskly around behind the Tsukiji, but it was daytime, and the guards were basically in the Tsukiji, so he had no way to enter through the side door yesterday.The man recalled the map engraved in his mind before, and recalled that there seemed to be a small tunnel leading directly to the underground palace.

He groped back and forth in the shadow behind Tsukiji for a long time, and finally found a secret door hidden under the sand.Yan Wuwu was overjoyed immediately, he carefully opened the secret door, revealing the vertical and deep passage inside, and walked in short without even thinking about it.

Why else would it be said that Yan Wuwu was overwhelmed by anxiety? If it was at rest, how could he rush in without checking.But at this time, the man couldn't control much. After entering the passage, he closed the small door above his head as it was, and only had time to look at the narrow and cramped alley after he was done with his work.

The depth of the road is pure darkness, with no end in sight, and as far as the eye can see, a sense of suffocation like falling into the deep sea comes to my heart.

Yan Wuwu only stayed for a moment and then rushed to the depths. He rarely had such anxious moments.

The tunnel is not as hot as the ground, and the cool wind blows across the face from an unknown corner, bringing a tingling coolness to the scalp.

There is no other sound besides his own heartbeat like a drum, and the silence is terrifying.Yan Wuwu's complexion gradually darkened, and he clenched his teeth. The slight smell of blood coming from the end of his nose from time to time, the blinding front, and even the raised stones that popped up from time to time to trip people, seemed to bring him back to his hometown. Summer many years ago.The man shook his painful head and forced himself to calm down.He kept telling the suppressed voice in his heart that everything was over and he would not repeat the same mistakes again.

But the fear of loss still persists in his heart, and Yan Wuwu still recalls that night that was as noisy and quiet as the sky.

On that summer night, it was his birthday, his parents, teachers and elders died tragically before his eyes, leaving only burnt ashes wherever the fire passed.From that day on, only cold houses and a few heavy tombstones remained in Xuanji Pavilion.As a young man, he knelt on the ground with trembling lips, kissed his homeland with tears streaming down his face, and then hurried down the mountain, never daring to look back in the direction of home again.

Looking back now, it has been nearly ten years.After that night, Yan Wuwu deeply understood a truth, the past is the past, and only what is grasped is the future.

His future lies ahead, waiting for him to come back.

The tunnel seemed to be coming to an end, and a glimmer of light could be seen faintly ahead.Yan Wuxin quickly landed on the bright place, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the light-transmitting place, it seemed like a curtain?He wasn't sure, so he didn't go in hastily, but chose to lean against the door and listen carefully to the movement inside.

There was no sound at first, it seemed that only one person's voice could be heard, Yan Wuwu frowned and held his breath.

"Do you know how many tribes there are in the north?" A man continued with a deep and soft voice, as if he was flirting with his lover: "It's okay if I don't know, I will tell you. There are 32 tribes in the north, big and small. Now these 32 barbarian clans are united, what does this mean?"

It was Wei Congrong's voice, and Yan Wuwu's whole body tensed up. He could hear the meaning of what the man said, but he didn't want to worry about it for the time being.Occupying all his thoughts, who is Wei Congrong talking about such a confidential topic?

Is it your follower?Is it Jiuxian?Or...Wen Shuqiu?

Yan Wuwu had already clenched his fists unknowingly, he was anxiously waiting for that person's next answer, it only needed one word, one word was enough for him to confirm whether it was the person he was thinking about day and night.

"Oh, so what? You have a close relationship with the current dynasty, and you are urging others to destroy and trample on the country. You are just asking for your own destruction." A voice sounded slowly, although it was extremely hoarse, it was not hard to hear it The originally clear and gentle young man covered his wound, and said with a smile: "The notoriety spreads far and wide, and the notoriety will last through the ages."

It's him!

Yan Wuwu was overjoyed and anxious for a moment, just when he wanted to rush out, a few words from Prince Gong fixed him in place again.

"I'm notorious, do you think you'll be okay? Don't forget, my blood is still flowing in your bones. When you belittle me, you are also belittle yourself."

What Wen Shuqiu said made Wen Shuqiu's face turn pale, he wanted to refute, but found that he had nothing to refute, and finally he could only sigh softly and helplessly: "Yes, your blood runs in my veins, but I am determined to be different from you. "

"What's the difference? I've worked so hard just to be crowned the Great Treasure, but you've worked so hard to get the orphan of the Yan family." Prince Gong sneered and said, "To be honest, most of the people in the court are my king's people. The soldiers that the king has raised for many years plus the barbarian tribes in the northwest, this world is not easy to capture. But you are different, you lose everything you want, and you can’t keep what you have.”

His words rang in Yan Wuwu's ears like thunder, and he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. He once doubted the relationship between Wei Congrong and Qiuqiu, and suspected the purpose of the young man coming to him, but he never thought that everything was actually Such.

At this time, he heard a voice from Fangfo asking: Now that you know everything, do you still want me?

The voice was as clear as a stream, yet timid.

Yan Wuxin clutched his chest, his heart fluttered like numbness.The crying blood of the parents, the tragic scene is still in front of my eyes, and the next moment it changes into the white and gentle young man in the blue shirt.He seems to have come to a fork in the road, the hatred of the past is on the left, and the happiness of the future is on the right.

Intellectually, he clearly knows that what happened in the past has nothing to do with youth, but emotionally he can't accept it for a while.Yan Wuxin tugged at his hair a few times, struggling silently.Before he finished hesitating, he listened to the other side, the man grabbed the young man by the collar, lifted him up and strangled his neck, and said, "This king just had another guess, maybe the poison of the Heavenly Dao Stone can be detoxified without using the mother bead. The ingredients are very simple, just use your blood."

After he finished speaking, he moved his fingers together and drew an inch-long gash on the young man's exposed forearm. The scar happened to be on the young man's unhealed wound, and blood flowed out. Seeing this, Prince Gong hurriedly found a white jade bowl, and took a thin layer of blood from the bottom of the bowl.

Although what he said just now would not shake the young man's firm belief, it also made him feel miserable.The young man bit his lip tightly, suppressing the painful cry that was about to come out, but it was all in vain.There was a sharp pain in the arm, flowing straight from the wound to the limbs.

Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Prince Gong stroked it again, and the young man cried out in pain.Yan Wuwu's heart trembled when he heard it, and all the entanglements and troubles were thrown behind him.He was anxious and angry, and with a forceful hand holding the door frame, he broke a piece of it.

The clicking sound was neither loud nor small, but it was enough to startle the two people in the room.

"Who?! Get out!" Wei calmly released the hand that restrained the young man, and looked in that direction vigilantly.

Yan Wuwu saw that since he had been discovered, he simply stopped hiding and lifted the curtain in front of him, and the dim light illuminated the small room in front of him.His eyes swept over Wei Congrong's disgusting face, and finally settled on the young man who fell to the ground with his head bowed.

"Who am I..." Prince Gong saw the visitor's face clearly through the candlelight, and immediately evoked a meaningful smile: "So it's Yan Wuyi, Hero Yan."

Hearing this familiar name that seemed to be engraved in his bones, the young man was shocked and looked up there in disbelief.Although he couldn't see anything, he could be identified from the faint scent of the salsa flower.

Wen Shuqiu's clothes were ragged and his body was covered with injuries.After being stunned for a moment, he immediately curled up shamelessly, a little arrogance in his heart, he would rather endure the pain than show such an unbearable self to that person.Even a glance made him feel unbearable.

"It's such a coincidence that Great Xia Yan came here." Prince Gong laughed loudly, his words were bad, and he said slowly as if he was pronouncing the young man's death: "This king's concubine has loved Yan Youxia for a long time. More than half of the news that I know is from him. Thanks to the kindness of this child, I let this king know so much about Yan Daxia. Now he is extremely shy, and this king will help him as a father. Dare to ask you Are you interested in my son?"

Wen Shuqiu buried his pale face tightly, but felt his whole body was cold, and his whole body was forcibly cut open inch by inch for the man to see.There was no expected bright blood in it, only gray-black carrion that made him feel sick even thinking about it.

A relieved smile gradually appeared on his face hidden between his fingers, and the place in his heart that had been restless all day finally calmed down gradually, no longer noisy.

It's time to put an end to everything.

Thinking of this, the young man slowly stood up while leaning on the wall, looked at the place just now, and looked at the man in his memory.He seems to have seen those eyes that are always calm and mature. This kind of imagination made the young man's lips curl up happily, and he said softly: "I am Wei Shuyan, the son of Prince Gong, but I have never recognized this name. From then on, I have always been Wen Shuqiu, only Wen Shuqiu."

His smile gradually spread from the corners of his lips to his godless eyes. Although the eyes that were once as clear as autumn water and cold stars no longer have a gleam of light, they have a more touching affection than them.Silky soft, holding his hoarse but lingering voice, it makes people feel soft when they hear it.

The young man said solemnly: "Sijun's temples are white, and I wish to be with the dust and ashes."

"How about you?"

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!Qiuqiu finally confessed to TUT~~~~~~~