Twilight War

07

Chang'an Emperor Suburb, Lingtai.

The astronomer in the azure blue official uniform ran across the cloud ladder above the underground palace with his knee mask in hand.The 28 different constellations are embroidered with silver thread on the gown on the chest of the star surveyors, and the different star officials are highlighted with gold lacquer to show the different star divisions of these star surveyors.Every surveyor in the Lingtai is selected from thousands of people, they represent different star officials, and the gowns worn by each person are exclusive.

But people who are not specialized in the star calendar may not be able to see the difference.

But at this moment, these surveying masters who should be like heavenly kings are running around in the underground palace in a panic.

"Holy Master of the Divine Phoenix Arrives!"

The voice of Chief Supervisor Feiyi passed through Butian Palace, and all the surveyors stopped in place.

"What should I do, Supervisor Guangshouzi already..." An astrologer asked anxiously, "Why did this tyrant come here!"

Before Huangxuan Jin's car arrived, nine messengers carrying Ling Yu on their backs had already galloped across the embankment.

"The weather is good today. I'm going to see the stars. Let those who count the stars prepare for me. I'm going to mention thousands of stars today!"

The messenger brought the young man's oral order in this way.

And the young man drove his four-horse cart on the main road in Chang'an, wearing his clothes like the wind.

"This tyrant has already messed up the court. I heard that Li Xiangfu was directly demoted to pick up relics. Is he going to destroy the altar now! The altar is the foundation of Dachen's destiny!" the astrologer said angrily.

"It's not a big day anymore." Chun Yuyue looked back at the ladder and said, there were nine candle lamps burning on the ladder, and the lights of the nine candle lamps were blown inward by the vents of the ladder—the gate of Butian Palace was blown opened.

Historically, even if the Holy Majesty came in person, he would only enter through the side door of Butian Palace.The main gate of Butian Palace will only be opened during the National Sacrifice.

"Prepare the horse for me, and I'll ask Mr. Fangzhai, Wang Zhiwu." Chun Yuyue said, "Guang Shouzi said before that if there is any danger in the Lingtai, let us invite Mr. Wang Zhiwu."

"Mr. Fangzhai, I heard that he is the teacher of the Divine Phoenix Tyrant." The astrologer said, "It turns out that the inspector had expected that today would happen...it really is the Ninth Star Lord."

"Stop calling him the Divine Phoenix Tyrant, it's time to call him the Holy Master." Chun Yuyue looked at the astrologer and said, "Go and meet him."

The young man stepped down from the car porch where the bronze tuo was hung, and a hundred Kantian masters in indigo official clothes had already kneeled respectfully on both sides.

Huang Xuanjin handed over the reins to an attendant, "I heard that the day I came to Chang'an, there was a vision in heaven."

Dressed in a brocade robe, with black hair tied in a red ribbon, he looked like a young man out on a spring day.

"On that day, a guest star appeared in the world. But the Holy Lord should know that the guest star is always difficult to judge. During the Xiangsheng years, there was a debate over whether the guest star was Uncle Zhou or the emperor. On the day they came back, everyone in the Lingtai was also arguing about the guest star, so they had to report that it was a vision from the sky. Now that the guest star is supposed to be the King, it is auspicious omen.”

"Then what do you mean, I am the destiny?" Huang Xuanjin turned his head and said with a smile.

"Yes." The astrologer Zhi Fuchen said with a bow.

Huang Xuanjin smiled and walked through the Tianwei Gate.

Millions of stars formed by burning golden lacquer in Butian Palace are waiting on the astrolabe.

"Hasn't the astrolabe in this altar been moved for a long time?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"Yes, turning this astrolabe to check the calculation is too labor-intensive. It is not an urgent matter, so I will not use this astrolabe easily." The astrologer said.

"I heard that the astrolabe rotated overnight on the day I was born." Huang Xuanjin said.

"Yes."

"I came today to do some calculations." Huang Xuanjin said.

"I'm going to call the surveyors to come in." The astrologer said.

"No need." Huang Xuanjin said.

He closed his eyes, raised his hands, his sleeves were windless and automatic.

It was as if the energy of the sun, moon, and stars in the heaven and earth were all gathered here, and there were ringing bells, and hundreds of golden counting chips were moved by invisible hands.

The armillary sphere under the astrolabe rotates slowly, like the sun and the moon.

Then the boy opened his eyes!

Molten gold and flames in those eyes!

Burning blood and dead dreams.

The whisk in the astrological calculator's hand was blown by the wind, and he opened his eyes wide to see the scene in front of him.

The huge astrolabe in Butian Palace actually started to rotate.

The device that should have been driven by hundreds of people turning the bearings is now running on its own in the youthful glory.

Hundreds of star fields slowly rotate along the mechanism bearings of the public loser.

The law of the movement of the stars in the sky and the stars is the art of changing the sky and the earth.

The astrologer raised his hand to pinch Liuren Jue, looking at the astrology in the astrolabe.

Gravestar rises slowly from the western sky, into the northern domain.The sword of the Great General Tian cut into Xingfang County in the northwest, and thousands of star officials followed the sword.The phoenix bird in the south fell slowly, and the light in the heart house flickered.The sun and moon spirits pass through the star trails and return to Jingxing in the south, as if the sun and the moon sink into the river.The left and right ghosts and ghosts turned into white mist with the aura of millions of corpses. "Chaos..."

The astrologer put down his hand that made the formula, and looked up at the chaotic and intertwined stars.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes.

Huang Xuanjin closed his eyes, and for a moment, the wind subsided and the forest was quiet.

The red gold abacus fell down with a clack, as if Mr. Settler had finally erected the abacus so that the beads fell back into place with a clack.

He opened his eyes, which were the color of ashes.

The astrolabe stopped working.

"Holy Master... it can be calculated." The astrologer asked with a bow.

Before Huangxuanjin stepped here, he still called him a tyrant, but now he respectfully calls the young man the Holy Lord.

"I've figured it out. I'm going to the casino today. If I bet big, I'm sure I'll win." Huang Xuanjin shook his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile.

The young man turned around and walked up the ladder with joy on his face, "Prepare the car and go to Changlefang!"

Changlefang is where the fireworks, wine and casinos gather in Chang'an City.

Halfway through, he turned around again, "By the way, there is one more thing."

"I heard that there are millions of historical volumes hidden in the Lingtai Underground Palace." Huang Xuanjin turned around, "All historical volumes compiled in the Jingshi Building must be taken here and sealed here."

"Yes, the calendar of Lingtai Division, the stars in the sky and everything on the earth have answers, so this is also the most complete historical library in Donghuang."

"Okay!" Huangxuanjin clapped his hands and said, "Move all the historical scrolls of Huangxuan's family to it!"

"As long as it mentions the Huangxuan family, I want it!"

Lingtai Underground Palace, it is said that the history library here can hide the affairs of the world.Even if the entire Donghuang is destroyed in a star disaster, future generations only need to dig out the underground palace here, and they will be able to know all the history in detail.

Now hundreds of pen-hunters are climbing up and down the ladder, moving all the historical volumes recording the affairs of the Huangxuan family to the Butian Palace above.

The light of the mermaid candle shone faintly in the underground palace.

The plain clothes on Zhuo Bilang's body were turned gray-brown by the dust on the history scroll.

Sitting in Butian Palace, Huangxuan Jin watched more and more history scrolls pile up around him.

800 years of Dachen, 800 years of Huangxuan.

Where there is well water, everyone knows Jiangnan Huangxuan.

He sat in the center of the history scroll of Huangxuan's family, as if he was under siege.

He poured the wine he brought out from Changle Fang.

The wine glass was thrown beside him, in a pile.

"Is it all here?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"It's all here." The astrologer replied with a bow.

"Burning candle!" Huang Xuanjin shouted!

As a result, hundreds of nine-branched candle lamps were carried out from the underground palace, and thousands of candles were lit in front of piles of historical scrolls. The young man sat in the center of the lamps, but it was also the darkest place.

Mountains of lights and seas of lights, the three realms are like houses on fire.

Huangxuanjin stood up from the tilted wine glass, raised the oil lamp in front of him, and illuminated all the historical scrolls of the Huangxuan family.

"It's really a lot..." He murmured, "Is it so many?"

he asked back.

"Yes, if you bring up all the history scrolls related to Huangxuan's family, you will also bring up the entire Dachen history scroll." The star fortune teller said.

It's all here...

Hulao, Xuanhu Temple, Osmanthus Feast, Battle of Chisong...

800 Ah.

Huangxuanjin's lantern illuminates thousands of volumes of history.

"Get the wine!" he yelled.

The astrologer offered a glass of wine, Huang Xuanjin turned around and said, "Give me the wine jar!"

So the astrologer hurriedly sent the wine jar over.

Huang Xuanjin held the oil lamp in one hand and the wine jar in the other, and drank half of the wine with his head raised.Then he poured the rest of the wine on the history scroll.

"Holy Master, don't do it!" Everyone quickly stopped in front of him.

"There is only one copy of this history volume!"

Huang Xuanjin held up the oil lamp and looked down at Chubilang who was hugging his waist, "So what if there's only one copy. If it's really important, they should remember it by themselves."

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone shouted to stop Huangxuanjin, they understood what Huangxuanjin was going to do - he was going to burn everything in Huangxuan's family!

"Is that what I taught you?"

Someone walked into Butian Palace and said behind everyone.

"Mr. Fangzhai!" The astrologer looked at Wang Zhiwu who was dressed in a blue and white robe and hurried over.

"Hurry up and persuade the Holy Master! The Holy Master will burn all the historical scrolls of the Huangxuan family!"

Huang Xuanjin turned his head drunkenly, "Teacher? Why did you come?"

"You have been in Chang'an for a long time, but you have never seen me, but if you don't need me to worry about you, I have nothing to say. But I am now an apprentice who must be disciplined by me. I can only I came here first." Wang Zhiwu looked at Huang Xuanjin and said.

"Master, you also think I'm wrong." Huangxuanjin murmured, and then smiled: "Of course, you must think I'm wrong, you are the same as them."

"I heard that you have been fooling around with two Semu people and a boy from Donghuang in Changle Fang these few days, like a street hooligan. If you lose money, you will smash their gambling shop." Wang Zhiwu said.

"He's not a boy from Donghuang, he's called Huiwei." Huangxuan Jin said, "I'll bring him to see Master some day, and you'll like him. He's attractive."

"Master is here to stop me." Huang Xuanjin asked.

"I'm here to gamble with you." Wang Zhiwu said.

"What are you gambling?"

"Shuanglu." Wang Zhiwu said: "You and I are playing chess, argue about this matter, and let the astrologer make the judgment. If he thinks who is right, whoever can roll the dice once. Whoever wins will naturally be judged." Who wants to come."

Huang Xuanjin looked at Wang Zhiwu, and said after a long time: "Okay, follow what Master wants."

"I'll take the chessboard for you two." The astrologer said quickly, and he nodded gratefully as he watched Chunyu come in with Wang Zhiwu.

Let him be the referee, what is the difference between that and leaving the decision to him.

The two sat opposite each other on both sides of the chessboard.

"This scene is really nostalgic." Wang Zhiwu said suddenly.

"What does Master mean?"

"I used to play backgammon here often with Guangshouzi."

Wang Zhiwu turned his head and looked at the astrologer, "If you think someone is right, just beat the drum."

Huang Xuanjin took three chess pieces from both sides on the board, "It's getting late, hurry up."

"Let the master do it first." Huang Xuanjin said.

"Your Majesty wants to burn the old history of the Huangxuan family, but you think you did something wrong?" Wang Zhiwu asked.

"How to say?"

"I have seen the down-and-out painter who destroyed all the previous good works after his right hand was disabled. Most of the suffering people in this world don't like the good things left in the past. Because all the good things in the past will remind him of his pain and mistakes now."

"You want to burn the history scrolls of the Huangxuan family, because you think that the loyalty and courage of the previous Huangxuan family owners will remind you that you are a usurper." Wang Zhiwu said bluntly.

The blinded swordsman broke his sword, the mute actor burned his costume, and after losing everything, he set it on fire.

The poorer the people in this world, the less beautiful they are.What's more, those good things once belonged to him.

"Your Majesty actually knows what you did wrong, but you can't admit it, and you dare not admit it, so you can only destroy the history of loyalty and righteousness of the Huangxuan family."

The bronze drum in the hand of the astrologer was struck.

Huang Xuanjin turned his head to look at the star operator, who was shocked.

He never thought that Mr. Fangzhai would be so direct and bold that he directly said that Huangxuan Jin was a usurper, so he couldn't hold back and beat the drum directly.Seeing Huangxuanjin's eyes, he was a little scared, which was different from him saying that he also agreed that Huangxuanjin was a usurper.

But he still stiffened his neck and said, "Mr. Fang Zhai, please play chess."

Mr. Fangzhai has dedicated his life to righteousness, so how can he shrink back.

Huang Xuanjin lowered his head and smiled helplessly, Wang Zhiwu rolled five, which was a big number. "I am indeed in pain, but I don't feel that I am wrong." Huang Xuanjin said suddenly.

But he still let Wang Zhiwu go for five o'clock.

The astrologer clenched the drumstick tightly, his palms were covered with sweat.

"My right or wrong has nothing to do with the members of the Huangxuan family, and everything I do has nothing to do with what they do. Their brilliance will indeed reflect my downfall, but some people in this world don't mind themselves Down and out." Huang Xuanjin said.

Chunyu glanced at the astrologer more, he felt that what Huang Xuanjin said was good, but the astrologer held the drumstick in his hand and didn't beat the drum.He somewhat believed that Huangxuanjin would really go to Changlefang to hang out with those gamblers, like a broken hooligan.

"But Your Majesty once was in the Westland, and wasted his life for several years. His Majesty was destroying himself, because at that time, the only one His Majesty could destroy was himself. Now that His Majesty is back, you want to destroy the Huangxuan family, just like you He once ruined himself." Wang Zhiwu said.

"Huangxuan is Huangxuan, and I am me." Huangxuanjin said.

"But now that His Majesty is destroying Huangxuan's family, he is also destroying himself. I heard that when His Majesty was in Huayin, he once shouted with the crowd - I am Huangxuan. Your Majesty shouted, not that I am Huangxuan Jin, but I am Huangxuan. Because at that time you thought you were Huangxuan."

"But this time when you go back to Chang'an, what you said in front of the gate of Chang'an is that I am Huangxuan Jin. What I said was wrong." Wang Zhiwu looked at the young man in brocade, the dark pattern of algae on the young man's brocade robe Flickering in the light of copper lamps.

"Your Majesty thinks that Guangyao belongs to the Huangxuan family, and the betrayal and usurpation belong to Huangxuanjin. Am I right?"

The astrologer held the drumstick in his hand and hesitated.

Huang Xuanjin turned his head and glanced at the star operator, "Let's beat the drums."

Chunyu Yue looked at the millions of files piled up behind the candlelight around him, and it turned out that the boy wanted to burn all of them because he wanted to destroy himself.

An actor who burns all his opera robes is killing himself, and a swordsman who breaks his former sword is also killing himself.

You are Huangxuan, and the 800-year Huangxuan belongs to this body.

Chun Yuyue seemed to see the generations of Huangxuan patriarchs in the file on that young man, as if the young man sitting there was really Huangxuan—the 800-year-old Huangxuan.

Huang Xuan woke up as a will. He saw the youth's downfall and betrayal, so he wanted to burn all his history in the name of Quan Yu Sui.