Yue Wang Gou Jian

Gou Jian complained endlessly in his heart. When he came here, he only wanted to find Epiphyllum, but he climbed so high unknowingly. Looking at the vast abyss under his feet, Gou Jian didn't know what to do for a moment. He was hesitating, but his feet slipped, and he turned towards the valley Fall away.

For a moment, countless phantoms flashed across Gou Jian's mind like a revolving lantern.

"You are a slut just like your mother, in fact, you like me to treat you like this the most..."

"Remember... as long as you serve me well with your body... you and your mother will have a good life, otherwise I will crush you to death, it will be easier than crushing an ant."

"Goujian, you bastard...you are as fucking asshole as your mother..."

"I really regret that I didn't kill you so hard when I was in bed with you... Hehehe...hehehe..."

"Yunchang, I want to be the prince."

"You? Hmph..."

……

No, I can't just die like this. In this life, there are still many things to do.

"Ah ah……"

Gou Jian stretched out his arms violently, urging the true energy in his body, the hair rope that tied his hair was broken by the true energy, and the long hair fluttered away. His body emitted a lavender light, but his eyes turned blood red, wisps of smoke It overflowed from the Baihui acupoint on the top of Goujian's head, and his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat.

I just felt a strong zhenqi rushing in my body, trying to break through the meridians all over my body.This strong impact made Gou Jian's beautiful face turn hideous.

The only person in this world who can save himself is himself.

"Only by breaking through the third level of Wuxiangshigong, can you fly to the opposite forest with lightness kung fu."

However, time...

Gou Jian's body fell rapidly, his long messy hair entangled with the white clothes and danced in the wind, his whole body was like a desperate but beautiful butterfly.

Limbs and limbs are like tens of thousands of ants biting, every nerve is impacted by the true energy in the body, like a series of flood prevention dams, eroded and impacted by the raging flood.

All of a sudden, the dam collapsed, true energy flooded his body like a flood, and his body became as light as a feather.

"Sure enough, the sky will not stop me."

I have practiced Wuxiang Defying the World Kungfu for a long time, but I have always stopped at the second floor without breaking through.Unexpectedly, seeing that he was about to fall off the cliff, with no bones left, and under the desperate situation, his strong will to survive, turned out to be a blessing in disguise and broke through the third floor.

Gou Jian was overjoyed, and was about to use lightness kung fu to fly towards the opposite forest, when suddenly he felt a tight waist, as if his whole body was tightly bound by a hand.

Everything was caught off guard, and before Gou Jian had time to think about it, he instinctively mobilized his true energy to get rid of the shackles on his body.

"Um……"

There seemed to be a painful groan in his ear, and Gou Jian turned around, only to see a familiar face.

"Fucha?"

As soon as Gou Jian thought about it, he immediately withdrew his true energy, but Fu Chai had already been hurt by himself, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, even so, that hand still held Gou Jian's body very hard.

Just like that, Gou Jian was hugged tightly by Fu Chai, his eyes met, and he seemed to have a thousand words, but he could only remain silent, and his two bodies fell powerlessly towards the abyss like fallen leaves.

Gou Jian was about to hug Fu Chai with his backhand, using lightness kung fu, and flew to the opposite side, but saw a slender golden rope flying out of Fu Chai's hand, and one end pierced into the opposite rock wall.Fucha hugged Goujian tightly with one hand, and grabbed the end of the string with the other, like swinging on a swing, he flew towards the opposite forest.

Both feet landed on the ground, and my heart suddenly felt at ease. Looking at the vast abyss under my feet, both Goujian and Fucha felt as if they were separated from each other.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing Fu Chai's pale face, Gou Jian asked.

"Well……"

Before Goujian could react, he felt a wet thing go into his mouth.

"Bong open..."

Gou Jian instinctively wanted to struggle, but the back of his head was held tightly by Fu Chai, unable to move.The dexterous tongue swept through his mouth.

The true energy in Gou Jian's body quickly condensed, and he wanted to flick off Fu Chai, but suddenly felt a strong smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose. Thinking of Fu Chai's desperate efforts to save himself just now but being hurt by himself, he vented the truth with a thought Qi, let Fu Chai do whatever he wants.

After a long time, Fu Chai let go of Goujian, holding his face with his hands, staring at him with deep eyes, as if staring at a lost treasure, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Suzhi, promise me that you will not do such a dangerous thing in the future."

Being violated for no reason, Gou Jian was unhappy at first, but when he saw Fu Chai's pale face and the genuine love in his deep eyes, a softness in his heart gradually spread, penetrating into the internal organs and limbs.

"it is good……"

Goujian was emotionally moved for a moment, but he no longer resisted, nodded meekly, and said in a low voice.

Seeing that Gou Jian was so obedient, Fu Chai was overjoyed and hugged him tightly, fearing that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear without a trace.

……

The place where the two were standing was the bamboo forest on the mountainside. After walking along the bamboo forest for a long distance, they found a green tomb. Judging from the scale, it looked like an emperor's mausoleum.The two were curious, so they approached for a closer look.

I saw the eight characters "Tomb of Prince Muxian of Yongguo" engraved on the stele.

Mu Xian, when he saw this name, Gou Jian couldn't help shaking his whole body, his heart was horrified, but seeing Fu Chai also had a puzzled expression on his face.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, both feeling incredible.

Ou Yezi waited for Mu Xian all his life in the cave on Penglai Island, but he never thought that Mu Xian would be buried here.Maybe Ou Yezi has a spirit in the sky, maybe it's his own destiny in the dark, that day Gou Jian and Fu Chai saw Ou Yezi's suicide note by accident, and today they were saved from desperation, and the two of them met Mu Xian again and died place.

Looking closely at the stele, I saw the word "Bo Yan (pronounced the same as 'grave')" engraved in the lower right corner.The font is similar to the big seal script of the Yue State, but after careful identification, it is different from the Yue seal script, and it is far from the current fonts in circulation in various countries.

this period.It was already turbulent, precarious, and there were many small countries that were destroyed. This strange font must be a lost language due to the destruction of the country.

"Buying Muxian with the emperor's system, I think this uncle is also a person from a yong country. It seems that this font is also a yong country character that was destroyed a hundred years ago."

Gou Jian was thinking about it, but saw Fu Chai touching Mu Xian's tombstone and saying:

"I don't know what happened to Muxian after he left Penglai Island, but at such an age, he passed away."

Thinking that the person buried in the tomb was eight percent similar to Goujian, Fu Chai felt heartache and melancholy.

Gou Jian followed the place where Fu Chai touched, but saw a row of small characters on the bottom right corner of the stele engraved with "Yong Jinggong 39 years", and said with emotion for a moment:

"Yong Jinggong's 39th year... I didn't expect that Mu Xian had just passed his [-]th year when he died."

According to "Bashu Local Chronicles", in the fifth year of Yong Jinggong, the allied forces of Chu, Qin, and Ba defeated Yong, Fangcheng, the capital of Yong, was besieged on all sides, and was destroyed by the Three Kingdoms.

"It was a carefree age, but he suffered the disaster of subjugation of the country and family. I don't know what kind of pain Mu Xian lived in during these 30 years of life. Maybe death is also a kind of relief for him. .”

Husband said badly.

"No, Mu Xian only hates the injustice of God. If he is given another 20 years, maybe he can kill his enemies and rebuild the Yongguo."

Gou Jian said, with a sad look on his face.What a pity for Mu Xian to die before his ambition was fulfilled.In fact, I am not Mu Xian. Although I was born in the emperor's family, I have never had a peaceful life.

The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. I, Gou Jian, want to fight against the sky, and never repeat the same mistakes.

Fu Chai suddenly thought of something, and took out a roll of bamboo slips from his pocket.

"What is this?"

Gou Jian asked curiously.

"Does Suzhi remember the last words written by Ou Yezi in the cave on Penglai Island that day?"

"Is this Ou Yezi's thing?"

Gou Jian was even more surprised. He didn't expect Fu Chai to take this scroll of bamboo slips out of the East China Sea, and even carried it with him.

"Um……"

Seemingly understanding Gou Jian's confusion, Fu Chai nodded to him and explained,

"If this object remains in the cave, it will never see the light of day again. Ou Yezi is the master swordsmith I admire the most. I hope to help him fulfill his last wish."

"So you carry the bamboo slips with you, hoping that one day you can find out the whereabouts of Mu Xian's descendants?"

"Well, I just didn't expect that Mu Xian's descendants didn't find it, but today they saw Mu Xian himself."

Fu Chai glanced at the tombstone, then squatted down, drew out his sword, dug a hole in front of the tombstone, and put the bamboo slips in it.

"I hope that Senior Muxian can receive Master Ou Yezi's confession in heaven, it is also a regret in Master Ou Yezi's heart.

Gou Jian looked at the stele and said in a daze.

Although this mausoleum is nearly a hundred years old, the surface of the tomb is clean and tidy. The words carved on the stele seem to have been repeatedly carved and polished, so the words and prints are still clear even after a hundred years of frost and snow.Although a hundred years have passed, there are still people guarding Mu Xian's tomb.

The two stood side by side, bowed three times to the tombstone, and then left.

Moving on, before long, we came across another tomb, the size of which was very similar to that of Mu Xian just now. The two of them were amazed, so they hurried over to take a closer look, only to see the inscription ""Prince of Yongguo, Mu Xian's Tomb" written in the same font on the stele. The person and year of the inscription are also the same. Fu Chai stepped forward and looked in front of the stele, and there was a pit that had just been filled. It seemed to be the place where Fu Chai buried Ou Yezi's suicide note just now.

"Why did you come back again?"

Gou Jian had great doubts in his heart, just now they kept going forward without turning back, how could they return to the original point.

"Let's make a mark and try."

Fucha suggested.

Holding swords in their hands, the two of them carved marks on the bamboo along the road as they walked. As they walked, they returned to Mu Xian's mausoleum before they knew it.

The green bamboos are uprooted from the sky, the mountain wind passes by, the dragon's song is soft, and the phoenix tail is dense, and it is impossible to see the direction of the sun.

"It seems that we accidentally broke into the formation set up by others."

Gou Jian looked around and said quietly.

The author has something to say:

Yong Jinggong and "Bashu Local Chronicles" have no records in history, and they are purely my own fictions. I hope they will not mislead everyone.However, in 511 BC, Chu, Qin, and Ba three kingdoms destroyed Yong, which is a real historical data.Code words are not easy, please give me a collection if you like it (ˉ﹃ˉ)