Twilight War

07

The land of Huayin.

There was gunfire and gunpowder smoke all over the place, and those stray bullets splashed on the ground and ignited a fire.

Some of the brothers from the Guan Suohui held the firecrackers distributed by Yu Yuancheng, while some still held the original Mo Dao because they were not used to that thing.

"The young master of the Huangxuan family is not here." A small leader of the Guan Suohui jumped off his horse, "The Huangxuan family deceived us!"

The people holding the firecrackers and Mo Dao raised their heads, many of them came here only after hearing that the Young Master Huangxuan had returned to Donghuang.

"really?"

"That Young Master Huangxuan is a fake!"

"Then we..." a Congregation member hesitated to say, he didn't finish, but everyone understood that he was asking whether to retreat.

"Hey, are you here for the young master Huangxuan?" Someone was riding a tall horse carrying a rocket launcher, "Without that guy, you can't do anything. Are you still weaned children?"

"Who are you?" asked the person from the Guinness Association.

"A person who came to fight, a person who will fight no matter what, even if the boss runs away!"

Belly Snake jumped off the horse. He was wearing a black gauze hat, and he couldn't tell whether he was from Donghuang or Xilu for a moment.

A tent on the opposite side in the flames was completely blown away.

Vanner's officers saw this, and charged towards it with their guns on their shoulders.

"Are you desperate?" the person next to him asked, grabbing him.

Snake threw away the bazooka, pulled a machine gun from the horse's back, and started firing.

"Are you going to run? Do you want a hundred people to be chased and killed by four or five people! If you want, run away!"

08

Huang Xuanjin, covered in blood, almost numbly pulled out the sword on his back, and then swung it across the thousands of troops.

Those Xuan Ge soldiers were holding firecrackers, and he was shot three times.

Everything in front of his eyes has begun to double.

He thinks a lot, thinks of Juyongguan in the dusk, thinks of thousands of black forehead belts tied to locust trees.

He also thought of Wichpel, who he told Wichpel in Eden's vision that he didn't care if Wichpel liked him or not.

it is true.

Might hurt a bit, but it's true.

It's just that he didn't have the chance to tell Wisper that he cared about him.

He cared about Wispel, but he didn't care whether Wisipel liked him or not.

Because his brother was already the only thing he could hold on to.

His brother, just remembering that he is still there will make him feel that the world is not bad.

He can be desolate and chaotic, he can be painful and confused.

But in this world, there are still existences like the sky after the polar night.

He can still hold on.

Who would want to own the light of the world.

But his brother is not with him anymore.

He was going to die, where his brother could not see him.

Blood flowed from his wound.

Holding his sword to support himself, he raised his eyes to look at the Xuan Ge army who surrounded him.

Those Xuange soldiers stopped in front of him, fearing that he would once again sacrifice the Huangxuan family's swordsmanship to kill gods and Buddhas.

But he just smirked, his blood was about to run dry.

He raised his sword, wanting to die like a hero.

Those Xuan Ge soldiers seemed to see that he was at the end of his rope, and suddenly launched a charge.

Huangxuan Jin held the sword in his hand and rushed forward with all his strength.

"Visipel, you bastard!"

He shouted with all his strength.

He didn't know why he scolded Vehippel, but it was right to scold him anyway.

He is not here again.

Three huge blue wind whips suddenly fell on Duguang's field!

The majestic wind stopped the Laxuan Ge army five feet away from the boy, like a god splitting three walls in the surrounding fields.

Those fires and bullets were torn to pieces in the storm.

Two huge wolves stepped out of the violent wind like legendary beasts, they roared and surrounded the young man.

The wind died down, and the man in white silk walked out from the falling dust and wind.

He raised his hand, and the violent wind turned into a calm storm and swept away.

Huangxuan Jin knelt on the ground and raised his bloody face to look at Vesper.

"elder brother……"

He was foolish, thinking that he saw an illusion, the hero died, and the Valkyrie came on a white horse and kissed the hero, turning the hero into a heroic spirit.

"Why did you come here?" He raised his blood-stained face and looked at Vichypel, the red battle patterns under his eyes were ferocious and beautiful.

"I thought you went to Chang'an." Vehipel whispered.

The people swept by the storm looked at the man in white and hesitated to move forward.

He is like the Yinglong who came at the call of the Yellow Emperor in the battle of Zhuolu.

But now Ying Long put Chi You's head on his shoulders.

"bite."

Wischpel put his hands on the back of Huangxuan Jin's head, letting him lean against his neck.

Huang Xuanjin leaned on Wispel's shoulder in some confusion.

Wisipel frowned helplessly and raised his hand to cut a cut on the side of his neck, then pressed the boy's head on it.

Huangxuanjin was still a little confused when he touched Vehipel's blood, but the blood had already flowed into his throat.

His body seemed to be burning gently, and veins of molten gold slowly appeared on his body.

But it was different from every time he got sick, those veins of molten gold seemed to be healing him, wandering around his body like a golden snake.

"What are you waiting for, shoot me an arrow!"

The commander was the first to react, and dropped the sword in his hand, and hundreds of thousands of arrows rained across the sky.

Vehipel was holding the boy in his arms, and the boy was sucking his wound almost eagerly.

Huangxuan Jin put his arms around Wisipel's neck, and couldn't help biting down to make the wound bigger. Wisipel frowned in pain.

Arrow rain shot towards them.

Suddenly the sound of the piano broke, and all the arrows fell to the ground.

The woman fell down holding the qin, and she took off the dry wood mask on her face. The face under the mask was painted with sacrificial make-up, but it was hard to conceal her beauty.

In front of her Hengqin, she lightly plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano turned into flying sand and rocks.

Vichypel ripped away the boy who was still licking his neck.

Huangxuan Jin bared his teeth like a cub who was disturbed to eat, and his expression was bloodthirsty and cruel at that moment.

"Drinking too much will burn you," said Wichpel.

The young man's eyes were a little blurred, he kept panting, and the golden lines on his body gradually faded.

"Can you stand still?" Vehipel asked him.

Huang Xuanjin nodded.

Wisper let go of his hand, and Huang Xuanjin clenched the sword in his hand.

He looked at the woman standing in front of them, playing the piano and retreating thousands of troops, "Girl..."

"I'm playing the piano girl Huai Su."

the woman said.

In the past, there was an old man from Kongtong who guarded a flower in the cave and played the qin outside the cave, preventing five hundred bandits from entering the mountain for three days until the flower fell back to its roots.

And what she played was the song played by Kongtong old man back then.

Lingtai steps to Tiangong.

Wang Zhiwu looked at the remnant chess in front of him, "Guang Shouzi, you say you follow the way of heaven, but what if the way of heaven refers to a road of suffering?"

Guang Shouzi touched the lacquer flag, "I am alive, so I should obey the will of heaven."

"No matter how bad Emperor Chang Geng is, he is only the emperor of the mean. But that child, he will one day become a tyrant like Xia Jie." Wang Zhiwu frowned, "I also came here today for the common people of the world."

"But he might not be." Guang Shouzi looked at Wang Zhiwu and said, copying his hands.

"Are you going to gamble with the world?" Wang Zhiwu leaned forward and stared at Guang Shouzi.

Wang Zhiwu raised his sleeves, raised his head and closed his eyes, "This astrolabe is already spinning, I can't stop it."

The astrolabe behind him circulated.

"Do you want to bet too, Master Yuanjue!" Wang Zhiwu turned to look at Yuanjue who was walking on the step ladder like a wild crane in the clouds.

Blood spattered all the way from his wrist.

"I'm not gambling, I trust my apprentice." Yuanjue muttered, "He is my apprentice, I trust him."

09

The three thousand Xuan Ge army and the five thousand Tian Pei army are almost ineffective.

There are three swords behind Huangxuan Jin, and he draws out a sword from them, which is called Fanjiu.

It is said that when the old man Lu Mino was drunk and turned over a pile of wine jars, he found that the sword had been thrown in the pile of wine, so he named it "Fanjiu".

The woman holds the piano and plays a piece of Guangling San on the locust tree.

She played the piece that Ji Zhonglang played in front of three thousand Tai students before his death, and it shook the five mountains.

The sky light moved slowly on the sundial, and they had killed an hour and a half.

"Stay here for me."

Huangxuanjin said to Wisipel that he stepped on the bloody corpse and looked up at the bright hall where the bells were ringing clearer.

The young man stepped up the white marble steps step by step, and Vehipel stood guard in front of the door. Today, he has been regarded as a Shura in white by everyone.

In front of the three-foot threshold of the Ming Hall, Shen An shrank and bowed to the young man, but he had no intention of retreating.

Huangxuanjin looked up at Emperor Changgeng sitting in the hall.

The last time he saw Emperor Changgeng was three years ago. At that time, Emperor Changgeng was already in decline, and now Emperor Changgeng is even more aging.

Twelve crowns are shaking in front of the emperor's aging face, and the power of the dragon is even more unpredictable when the candles are on and off.

The fire illuminates the twelve emblems on the dress, the mountain flower insects, and the seaweed dragon.

"Please abdicate, Your Majesty!"

Huangxuanjin held the sword in front of him, looking at Emperor Changgeng.

He was covered in blood, and his eyes were like stars.

Emperor Chang Geng sneered, "You came up here just to say this?"

"Please abdicate, Your Majesty!"

Huang Xuanjin still held the sword in front of him and shouted again.

Emperor Chang Geng waved to Huangxuan Jin, "Come."

It's like a kind elder asking his children and grandchildren to come and have a chat.

Huang Xuanjin saw that he didn't move, still holding the sword in front of him.

Emperor Chang Geng walked down from his seat, then sat on the steps beside Danxi, and waved to Huangxuan Jin again, "Come here."

Huangxuan Jin stared at Emperor Chang Geng for a long time, finally put down his sword, stepped up to the steps on the other side of Danxi, and then sat on the steps.

In the candlelight of nine candle lamps, Emperor Chang Geng took off the crown from his head and placed it beside him.

On both sides of the dandelion in the relief of Yunlong, there is an aging emperor on one side and a young man holding a sword on the other.

Behind them are candles flickering on and off.

"I have thought about how you will come back many times." Emperor Chang Geng said, his voice was very slow, as if an elder was chatting with his grandchildren.

"Have you ever thought about this today?" Huang Xuanjin asked. He looked at the steps of the Ming Hall, a man in white clothes stained with blood and holding a gun, guarding the Ming Hall in front of thousands of troops.

Emperor Chang Geng shook his head, "I am an emperor who is good at plotting and plotting. All I think about is careful planning. They taught me the inner sage and the outer king. I think about the emperor's mind. But you are different."

Huang Xuanjin turned to look at Emperor Chang Geng.

"You are a lunatic." Emperor Chang Geng raised his eyebrows, this was the first time Huang Xuanjin saw such a vivid expression on his face.

As if he felt that what he said was quite good, Emperor Chang Geng himself laughed wildly.

Huang Xuanjin frowned and looked at Emperor Chang Geng helplessly.

"I planned for ten years to seize the throne. Even marrying your aunt was in my plan. But you just killed it like this. You are a lunatic."

"I claim to be neither a tyrannical king nor an incompetent person. But I can't save Donghuang, and I want to keep it, but I can't. I've thought about it many times, or just destroy it. , many times. This country is so good, so good that I don’t want to leave such a good country to others for nothing.”

"However, you came here before I completely destroyed it."

The emperor who had been proud all his life suddenly stopped smiling, and when the smile disappeared from his face, he even looked a little scary.

"You know I don't want to hear this." Huang Xuanjin said.

"I know, I just want to talk to you. As for what you think, it has nothing to do with me." Emperor Chang Geng said.

"This country is very good, but it's too cold. It's too cold." Emperor Chang Geng looked at the sky outside Mingtang.

"Back when I wanted to win the 800-year honorary title of the Huangxuan family, a humerus veteran smashed to death on the bell in front of Suzaku's gate, and three thousand refined scholars knelt in the snow for three days and three nights. They seemed to have frozen to death How many, I can't remember." Emperor Changgeng said.

"I know." Huang Xuanjin said.

"At that time, I thought, if there are veteran ministers in this country who are willing to snatch the bell and die for the ministers, and three thousand scholars dare to disobey the holy will, then the country may still be saved." Emperor Changgeng looked up at the flickering candles beside him and chuckled. One sound.

"It's very strange. In order to ascend the throne, I killed several royal brothers. After ascending the throne, I also killed many ministers and officials who followed me. But now that I'm old, I can't remember the past." Emperor Changgeng Holding his sleeves, his tone became calm again.

Emperor Chang Geng turned his face to look at the boy, "You said in Wuyinfang that you want them all, but is it true?"

Huang Xuanjin nodded.

Emperor Chang Geng turned his head and remained silent for a long time, finally he smiled, "I have given the imperial edict to Shen An, canonizing you as General of Shenhuang and Long Chengyu as the next emperor. If you are still not satisfied, just kill that idiot. "

He stood up and walked down the steps.

"The emperor guards the gate of the country, the king... dies to the country!"

Emperor Chang Geng laughed wildly, and then fell down the steps as if he had stepped on empty space suddenly.

The heavy gown fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from his mouth.

Outside the Ming Hall, Huai Su fell from the tree holding the qin.

She passed by Vichypel, "The last piece I played was called "Thirteen Invitations to the Bright Moon"."

800 years ago, there was also a young man from the Lu family who killed Ling Xiao with a sword. He was carrying several arrows and shouted among the thousands of troops--how is Mingyue?

It's just that he died here in the end.

Imperial Suburb Lingtai.

Wang Zhiwu looked at the settled dice in front of him, "You won."

However, there was no sound from the other side, and Guang Shouzi died suddenly under the huge astrolabe.

Yuanjue stepped on the steps to watch the last star.

"Drinking the heavenly wine of longevity, often planting flowers in the immortal cave..."

Huangxuan Jin looked at the sky in Chang'an outside the Ming Hall, it was really dark as if it was pressed down.

He picked up Emperor Changgeng's crown, walked down the steps, and stepped over the threshold of the Ming Hall.

Qian Jun, who just now regarded him as a bandit, knelt silently in front of the hall.

He looked up at the sky.

The blood on the red silk had dried up and was blown by the wind, spreading across the blue sky.