The Melancholy of the National Teacher

The gate of the star platform was suddenly kicked open.

The gate could not withstand the gravity exerted by the perpetrators, and when it flew out of the door frame, it sank into a deep pit, and the fine sawdust was scattered all over the ground, and was stepped on by the comers.

The gate of the star platform was opened, and the cold wind in the late night of December blowing in white feather-like snowflakes, blowing away the smog inside the door. In the vast gate hall of the star platform, a hundred blubber candles flickered, half of which were extinguished in a short time. , while the other half of the remaining candles were still conscientiously performing their duties while flickering, illuminating the surprised and panicked faces of the little witches in white robes in the gate hall.

At the same time, the candlelight also illuminated the ferocious soldier who came outside the door.

A drop of hot candle tears fell on the back of a little witch's hand. He knocked over the brass candlestick he was holding, and let out a suppressed exclamation from his voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Before the little witches panicked and had no time to react, the emperor of Da'an had already stepped into this sacred place that belonged to witches, outsiders, or mortals. He walked fast like the wind, making the servants behind him miserable.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! You should take a bath and change clothes before meeting the great witch! There is still blood on your armor!"

The emperor clicked his tongue in displeasure, and pulled off the tie of the cloak as he walked. The soft and expensive lambskin was now mixed with snow, cement, dirt, blood or other messy things, living like an oversized rag, which was taken away by the emperor. He hit the little witches blocking the way with his head and face covered.

Five or six people fell down carelessly for a moment, and then more people were overwhelmed by them, and exclamations came and went.

A group of poor little witches who were on duty at the main hall tonight because of their homework rolled around on the ground. The waiter gave them a sympathetic look, and quickly jumped over one unlucky one who rolled in front of him, picked up the rag and cloak, He followed the emperor who had gone away.

Along the way, the servant picked up the black-tasseled helmet abandoned by the emperor one after another, the shoulder armor like spreading eagle wings, the leather belt, the skirt armor inlaid with countless iron blades, the steel leather armguard, and the leather gloves. He caught up with the emperor panting. When the emperor frowned and was about to tear off the full body armor, which was absolutely impossible for a single person to take off, the servant silently stepped forward and broke off the locks on the full body armor.

The heavy steel leaf armor fell to the ground with a dull sound. The emperor threw the blood-stained inner robe aside, and the servant glanced at the cracks on the white marble floor in horror, and quickly dragged the armor away silently. to the side.

The emperor, who was all light up, quickened his pace. They turned around in the star platform, kicking open many doors and knocking down so many people. Those little witches who were just studying in the star platform screamed, even if they were broken into the bathhouse The girls in the house were not as shocked as they were.

It's really rude to think of this as a servant, but he is following the emperor deep into the depths of the star platform, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to go deep, and goes up the almost endless circular steps, turning round after round , dizzy and brain swollen to the point where I don't even know what I'm thinking.

He didn't know how long he ran, but the emperor was always a few steps ahead of him, and his speed never slowed down.

This man drove his horse and galloped without blinking for three days and three nights, and returned to the imperial capital from the front line of suppressing the rebellion in southern Xinjiang. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, and then rushed into the star platform without stopping. His energy seemed to be boundless, and he didn't look tired .

The star platform climbed by them can be said to be a tower.

The Star Tower was erected in the Forbidden Palace of the Daan Imperial Capital, occupying half of the Forbidden Palace. Everyone who entered the Imperial Capital from the south gate of the Imperial Capital could look up the straight Zhuque Street to the South Palace Gate of the Forbidden Palace. , and behind the numerous palaces, the bottom is wide and the top is pointed, piercing into the sky like a sharp sword, a hexagonal star platform and high tower.

Whenever night falls and the sun sinks under the Western Canghai, the top of the tower will light up like the sun to drive away the demons and ghosts who attack people under the cover of night.

The national teacher sits on the highest point of the star platform and guards the imperial capital, so evil spirits dare not easily commit crimes.

On the winter night of the eighth year of Da'an, five years had passed since Emperor Le Dao of Da'an unified Zhonglu Qinglu and Bailu. At this time, the great witch guarding the star tower should be Da'an's national teacher, He Lianyu.

Le Dao finally stopped.

He stopped on the No.16 floor of the Star Tower, and what stopped him was the third of the four witches who were only below the National Teacher in the Star Tower.

The great shaman guarding the star platform cannot easily go down to the No.15 floor, so the 17th floor became the place where the big shaman and the four shamans who held the positions of shaman divination, shaman music, shamanism, and shaman history dealt with affairs. The No.[-] floor was The [-]th floor, the highest floor of the Dawu's daily residence, is where bright lights are lit at night.

The three witches, Wu Le, Wu Li and Wu Shi, stood barefoot in front of Le Dao, with their arms outstretched, and their five-foot-long sleeves hung directly to the ground paved with osmanthus wood, making the three witches look like The big bird with open wings, facing the emperor, they didn't panic, but were angry because of the offense. Wu Leshanhu, as the person who assisted the big witch in managing the sacrifices and etiquette, frowned tightly when she saw Le Dao .

"Your Majesty broke into the star platform late at night..." She saw Le Dao's appearance clearly while speaking, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "What kind of clothes are you wearing?!"

The emperor of Da'an shocked the world with his might. At the age of 37, he is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and a handsome face. The wind and frost have given him the arrogance of holding the world in his hands. Since he emerged as a new general in the middle of the war at the age of 20, No one dared to criticize his attire.

But at this moment, Le Dao was only wearing a middle coat on his upper body, and his lower body was wearing iron knee pads and iron boots that had not been taken off. His hair was messy, and his whole body was no longer disheveled. Neither is swallow.

Wu Le opened his mouth a few times, but couldn't utter a word, and it took him a while to cry out.

"How could Your Majesty come to see the Great Witch like this?"

This sentence made Le Dao raise his eyebrows.

He didn't answer Wu Le's words, his eyes swept around the sixteenth floor of the star platform, the cold wind-like gaze made the three people standing opposite him tremble uncontrollably.

"Where's the big witch?" Le Dao asked.

"Great Witch...cough cough, Witch is operating a light lamp, so it's inconvenient to come to see His Majesty."

Wu Li Qinggui replied in a low voice.

Ledao responded with a sneer.

He was too lazy to continue entanglement with these three people, he raised his hand and pulled out Yan Feng, one of the sabers, the bone knife as thin as a cicada's wing reflected a cold light under the candlelight, splitting the darkness of the room together.

The three sorcerers could not have expected that the emperor would strike as soon as he said so, and they subconsciously retreated to the side to get out of the way.

Le Dao passed them directly, and followed behind Le Dao. The servant who had pretended not to exist since meeting the three wizards hurriedly followed, trotting and bowing to the three of them with a wry smile to apologize.

Knowing that the matter could no longer be concealed, Wu Le saw the emperor walking up the steps, and was already standing in front of the door of No.17 floor. In anxiety, he shouted out a word from the bottom of his heart.

"Aren't you afraid of hurting the great witch's reputation?!"

Her two companions looked back at her in amazement, they all had the expression of what the hell are you talking about, but Shan Shan saw that the emperor really stopped here because of her words, didn't even dare to take a breath, and continued: : "You are so disheveled, you want to enter the big witch's bedroom..."

"What's the problem?"

Le Dao turned his head and said indifferently.

He was condescending, looking at the three revered witches as if he was looking at a dead person.

He repeated again: "What's the problem?"

The coral is below, and the voice is as thin as a mosquito: "...the rumor says..."

Le Dao laughed, coldly, "Where are the rumors coming from?"

Even if this rumor has been spread to the world, but when an emperor wants to deny it, there will be no one who does not have eyes and must tell the truth. The three wizards are speechless and can only watch Le Dao Push open the carved wooden door on the seventeenth floor.

There were no lights on the seventeenth floor, and there was no one there.

In the darkness, the "mountains" of scrolls and bamboo slips piled up one after another couldn't stop Le Dao, who was very familiar with their locations. Like a gust of wind, he passed through the veil hanging from the tall pillars and wooden beams, frowning as he walked. Looking at it, it is obvious that there are seventeen floors that are uninhabited for half a month.

In the darkness, the servant tripped over a roll of bamboo slips on the ground, fell into the pile of scrolls, and was buried upright by the collapsed pile of books.

Then the three sorcerers climbed up to the seventeenth floor holding candlesticks.

They only had time to see the emperor's clothes disappearing on the eighteen steps.

Le Dao pushed open the tightly closed iron door.

The burst of light filled his widened eyes with tears, Le Dao had to close his eyes, waited for a moment, and then opened them again.

In the words of the world, the top of the star tower is always endowed with various legends - gold is the wall, silver is the wall, pearls and agates are inlaid on the ground, countless jaspers and emeralds, and countless rare treasures.

But in fact, there are no walls and no gold on the top of the Star Tower.

The gossip-like regular hexagonal ground is only made of brass. The soft brass is engraved with the heavens, earth, time and the orbits of the stars. In the center surrounded by the orbits of the stars, the position that belongs to the sun is placed to illuminate the night. lamp.

In the middle of the night, the bright lights shine brightly.

The wind and snow cannot shake the light, nor can it shake the figure kneeling before the bright light.

Climbing up to the top of the tower under the bright light, Le Dao glanced at this person, took a deep breath, and put Yan Feng back into the scabbard.

However, his posture did not relax, because the person he was looking for was not the one kneeling before the bright light.

"Wu Bu," he asked, "Where's the big witch?"

Wu Bu, whose eyes were bound by silk, sat on his knees and bowed silently to him.

Wu Le caught up, and after a moment of silence, said: "Since Your Majesty entered the star tower at night, it is natural that he got the news covered up by the ministers...the big witch is not in the star tower."

He paused, but he did not see the emperor's surprised expression, so he continued: "The great witch left the imperial capital after receiving a letter, and it has been ten months."

Le Dao's expression remained unchanged.

"Don't talk nonsense, where did he go?"

"I don't know..."

"He hasn't left the star platform for almost five years, and he is not good at divination. He must have asked you for divination before he left, although he must have ordered you not to say it," Le Dao didn't look at Wu Le, but kept staring at him. Wu Bu, who was silent, asked again: "I ask again, Wu Bu, where did the big witch go?"

The three people on the top of the tower stood in the wind and snow. After a while, Wu Bu raised his hand.

He points northwest.

Le Dao let go of the hand holding the knife handle, he turned around, and stood at the highest point of the imperial capital, facing northwest.

A blizzard swept past him.

This is the first snow in the capital this year.

The wind and snow blocked the emperor's sight, but even if the weather was clear and clear, he could not see the Erlong Mountains thousands of miles away.

Riding on a goat and wearing a fur cloak, the big witch was trudging through another late-night storm. He seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head in the direction of the imperial capital.