Twilight War

Chapter 37 Zhuolu

In the past, I took a car from Kunlun to Fusang; in the past, I chased the sun and drank all the rivers and rivers.

I am Jiangnan Huangxuan, my bloodline is Xuanyuan!

01

As the scarlet sports car drove on the road, Huang Xuanjin felt that his hands were already shaking. He was able to hide it for a while in Vichy Perna just now, but now he was almost completely unable to control it.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and he put two copper coins into the coin slot of the public telephone booth, then gritted his teeth and turned the copper dial.

"You still know to call me, and you dare to steal my double rose token, don't you want to live?" Some unreal voices came from the microphone with the texture of electricity.

"Wait for me at the Black Tower, hurry up." Huang Xuanjin's voice became a little weak.

"Huangxuanjin, what's wrong with you? Where are you now?"

"I'll go to the Black Tower right away." Huang Xuanjin said.

"You were not in the Black Tower last night, were you? Do you want to die?"

"Even if you don't want to die, you're not far away from death." Huang Xuanjin gritted his teeth and said, then snapped the microphone on, and the microphone fell crookedly without securing it.

He ran back to the car, closed the door and gasped in confusion in the car.

He forced himself to step on the accelerator slowly.

Scarlet steam saloons galloped down the road.

The car was parked downstairs, and the bumper hit the wall of the garage. Huang Xuanjin didn't care whether the car was parked or not, so he pulled out the car keys and ran upstairs.

No one can bear the kind of pain that is almost like burning one's heart.

Huangxuan Liyu, who vowed to guard the south of the Yangtze River, endured it for two years, and Huangxuan Chuhen, who single-handedly killed tens of thousands of rebel soldiers, could not bear it for half a month.And Huangxuanjin has endured for three years.

Stumbling up the stairs, Huang Xuanjin threw his coat on the ground, and the potato chips spilled on the ground were crushed.

After Huangxuanjin threw himself into the bathtub, he quickly turned on the cold water valve, and the white shirt was wet and floated on the surface of the water, sticking to his skin.

There were rows of medicines in the cabinet in the bathroom, Huang Xuanjin took out those medicines by memory, poured them on the palm of his hand, and the white pills fell from the palm of his hand to the floor of the bathroom where the water was stagnant.

All the chaotic memories came out in a strife, one by one, I couldn't even make sense of it.

He remembered that he was kneeling in front of the sword mound in the sword testing pool, the rows of candles had been burning for thousands of years, his father asked him:

——Who is home?

——Which is the country?

But he still doesn't understand now, even more so than back then. He has already lost his family, let alone his country, so how can his family and country last forever.Ferocious black lines slowly emerged from his body, and the cracks of molten gold burned like flames, making one wonder if the water in the bathtub would be boiled.

Obviously it should be the ultimate pain, but the young man just clenched his teeth all the time.

02

From daybreak to dawn, a group of people and horses are rushing on the wild sand of the desert at the junction of black and white.

Zichen and Bi Fang had been on the road for three days. They brought 500 people with them. They met Wusun soldiers on the road and fought fiercely for a long time.

"Young master, Donghuang is coming soon, and Emperor Changgeng will welcome us in Chang'an." Bi Fang said looking at the endless desert in the distance.

This time, the Huangxuan family was divided into four groups, and the others returned to Donghuang via other routes.

"Emperor Changgeng? It seems like I haven't seen a saint for a long time." Zichen pulled the rein of the horse and said as if he was a little lost, "I only saw a saint when I was a child when I went to Chang'an with my father."

"Emperor Changgeng was very kind to the young master. When the young master Jin went to Chang'an, Emperor Changgeng gave the young master a lot of things. Do you still remember?"

Zichen shook his head, "It's been too long, I don't have much memory."

"I only remember those imperial guards with ferocious tiger faces in Chang'an City, and the ministers in scarlet clothes kneeling on the ground. I can't remember the rest clearly," Zichen said.

Zichen looked at the distance with some absent-minded eyes, the yellow desert in the distance.

In his impression, the sky in Chang'an is always low and the clouds are always dark.

Everything seemed to be crushed, crushing the huge and magnificent Zichen Palace in Chang'an City.

And the first time he went to Chang'an was to follow behind his father and walk into the dark city.

"Young master, there are people in the distance." Bi Fang suddenly pulled Zichen's horse and said.

"It's from the imperial court." Zichen looked into the distance and said, "The Canglong Tengyun Banner, only the troops sent by the emperor can use this kind of flag."

He held the rein tightly, and suddenly frowned.

The young man looked into the distance, the battle clothes on his body fluttering in the wind.

Amidst the flying sand in the desert, the team dressed in ferocious black iron heavy armor slowly stopped at a height of [-] meters away from Huangxuan's house.

The horseshoes stepped on the sand, stirring up dust in the eyes.

The Canglong Tengyun Banner rustled in the wind, the team separated from both sides, majestic and solemn, and the horses were all wearing hideous taotie-patterned bronze harnesses.

Zichen held the rein of the horse. He remembered the same feeling when he first went to Chang'an.

The imperial guards with black iron beast faces, and the black clouds descending from the city.

The general wearing dark red long feathers slowly rode out from the center of the team with his gun in hand.

"It's General Lianzhen." Bi Fang turned his head and said to Zichen, "Behind him are the Dragon Knights of the Eastern Huang Imperial Army, who have always only listened to the orders of the emperor."

"At His Majesty's request, I have come to welcome Patriarch Huangxuan." The general at the top shouted loudly. "Who is coming?"

"I am Huangxuanjin of the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River." Zichen looked at the people in the distance, "I am General Lianzhen."

"Exactly!" General Lian Zhen replied.

"The place agreed between the Huangxuan family and the imperial court is not here." Zichen frowned and looked at General Lianzhen and said, "And it's just a pick-up. There's no need to send General Lianzhen, one of the Seven Killing Generals. It's a bit overkill. .”

General Lian Zhen squinted at Zichen in the distance, frowned and snorted softly under the formation.

He is just an arrogant young master, and looks like a weak girl. I am afraid that the generations of wealth in the south of the Yangtze River will soon wear away the savagery of the Huangxuan family.

Sending him over is indeed a little overkill.

"The Huangxuan family guards Donghuang for [-] miles and devotes themselves to it. Even if the emperor comes to the Huangxuan family, he can bear it. Let alone the next little general, I am afraid that the young master Huangxuan will blame us for not being good enough to entertain us." General Lian Zhen said .

"In that case, please lead the way." Zichen bit his lip.

"Before marching, the emperor has a decree, and please ask the young master to receive the decree."

"What purpose?"

General Lian Zhen slowly took out the imperial decree of the jade scroll, "Master Jin will know after hearing the decree."

All the dead warriors of the Huangxuan family put their swords sheathed in front of them and knelt down one by one. They were like scattered but neat sons on a chessboard.

The Conglongriders who came with General Lianzhen also got off their horses and knelt down.

Before Bi Fang knelt down, he looked up at Zichen, and put the black fire sword sheathed on the yellow sand of the desert.

Everyone knelt down and bowed, only Zichen still held the rein and looked up at General Lianzhen, neither kneeling nor worshiping.

"I also invite Young Master Jin to kneel down too." General Lian Zhen said while holding the imperial decree of the jade scroll, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Patriarch Huangxuan, you don't kneel when you see the emperor." Zichen looked at General Lianzhen and said.

"But Young Master Jin is not yet the head of the family."

"What's the difference? I guard Donghuang for Emperor Changgeng, fight and fight, and kill enemies with my sword. I have never been disqualified from being a patriarch because I don't have the name of a patriarch."

"Today, what if the emperor asks the young master to kneel?" The desert wind chilled Leng Xiao, the Canglong Tengyun flag was tumbling in the air, and Cong Longqi, who was kneeling in the yellow sand, was wearing black and gold two-color heavy armor. Raising his head, he looked coldly at the young man who would not kneel or worship in the distance, like a cold blade about to be unsheathed at any time.Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the storm is about to come.

"The Huangxuan family, don't kneel when you see the emperor. This is the oath made by Emperor Cangwu and Emperor Qingming to the Huangxuan family." Zichen raised his eyelids and looked up at General Lianzhen. Chilling, that shouldn't be the look a pampered young master should have.

"Young Master, you should think about it. Kneeling and not kneeling are two different wills. That is the difference between Yangguan Road and Dumu Bridge. The Holy One gave Huangxuan's family a Yangguan Road because of his arrogance. Don't let this The decree is stained with blood."

"The word Huangxuan is full of blood. If the Holy Majesty doesn't want blood on the imperial edict, he shouldn't write the word Huangxuan on the imperial edict!" Zichen said slowly.

"Young Master Jin, I just want to ask you, whether to kneel or not." General Lian Zhen looked down at the five hundred Huangxuan dead soldiers, "Young Master, think it over."

03

Auer sea area, lighthouse.

A flock of black crows flitted across the vast sea.

Wischpel leaned against the window, looking at the sea fog outside the window.

"Are you really letting Huangxuan Jin back to Donghuang?" The voice of the tower guard old man was like a withered branch, and cheap spirits flowed from his beard.

Vichypel didn't speak.

"You're willing to let that boy go just because you took one look at him?" The old man snorted softly, "Should I say you're stupid or crazy. You, you've really come back from life."

"He's sick." Wihipel was still looking at the fog in the distance, his tone was very light, and he didn't know if he was answering the old man guarding the tower.

Those blue eyes are like the sky of Asgard.

"Would you rather let him go than let him get sick?" The old man said, "You are really stupid. If I were you, it would be just right to see him get sick. I would just take him back to the Golden Palace and raise him myself."

"If he dares to run, he will clean up once he runs."

Vichypel didn't speak.

"Do you remember what you wanted first?" the old man asked Vichypel.

"I remember," said Vichypel.

"But as long as you see him, you can't care about anything, can you?" said the old man.

A flock of black crows flew by outside the window.

"Everything in this world is chasing wind and shadows." The old man said slowly.

The old man poked the fire to make it burn hotter.

"You know, I stay on this tower, and I often see people release fish into the sea." The old man said, "But most of the released fish don't live long."

"You thought you gave him freedom, but you forgot there are sharks in the sea."

"What did you say?" Wihipel looked up at the old tower guard.

"Your Highness, have you ever heard a word?"

"what?"

"Xuanyuanmian Jiuqi." The old man said slowly, he slowly opened his eyes, those eyes were chaotic and full, but seemed to be hiding some sharp things.

The old man raised his head and took a sip of wine.

"What does this sentence mean."

"This sentence is a prophecy made by Lu Tuzi, the master of Kantian in Lingtai 16 years ago. Jiuqi refers to the star official of Nangong Suzaku Zhiliusu, located in the south of Quilhuo. It is said that Du Kang was killed after his death. Sealed in the sky." The old man said with cloudy eyes.

"The Seventeen Stars of Xuanyuan, also known as the Yellow Dragon of Xuanyuan, lie drunk next to the wine flag in the sky. It is said that the Seventeen Stars of Xuanyuan hide Yin and Yang inside, anger becomes wind, and chaos becomes rain. It is the benevolent star between heaven and earth."

"For these words, the huge astrolabe on the Lingtai that has been dusty for decades has been running all night, hundreds of star officials are running under the dome of Butian Palace, which is like a sky dome covering the surrounding fields, and palace lanterns are hung on the official roads in Chang'an City that have always been under curfew. "

"Because of this sentence, Lu Tuzi died because of self-surveying the destiny, and the saints in Chang'an City who stay up all night are equal to Mingtang."

"What do you want to say?" Wihipel looked at the old man guarding the tower.

The old man guarding the tower slowly put down the iron tongs that were poking the fire.

"Huangxuanjin is the giant Xuanyuan dragon lying drunk next to the wine flag."