The Melancholy of the National Teacher

Uren hadn't thought about being a slave for a long time.

This is not to say that he has given up on his past, but every day when he is on the road, or burying his head in the book, or listening to the stories told by the witch in a light tone, countless things he has never seen before appear in front of him, countless things he has never heard of. The characters he has heard intersect with him, the future is so bright, where is the time to recall the gloomy past?

Uren thought that kind of life was far away from him.

It's a pity that the man in the dark just used the word "slave" to drag him back into the abyss.

The inescapable work under the sun and the rain, the food that even domestic animals are unwilling to swallow, and sleeping with other slaves in the shed at night with the pigs covered in feces and urine, this is a good position. Will freeze to death overnight.The dead bodies of the companions, the punches and kicks of the master, the barbed whip, the mud, the cold, the wounds...

Uren pursed his lips, the child's complexion looked as pale as paper.

Calm down, calm down, he told himself that he was already under the protection of Da'an's national teacher, He Lianyu, and no one could let him fall into this situation again.

...But, if Can Xie is puzzled, is it really possible for him to survive?

Uren, who became a slave, only learned two things. The first thing is that it is absolutely impossible for a non-poisonous pie to fall from the sky. The second thing is that the facts are always contrary to expectations.

If the first ceremony is unsuccessful, the second ceremony may also be unsuccessful. After all, the power of a witch comes from the heart. As long as the Great Wuzang does not have positive emotions for him from the bottom of his heart, he will be able to successfully use the technique of Luotian Vientiane on him. The probability is infinitely close to zero.

And the medicine specially designed to delay the remnant scorpion will run out one day, or the effect will become less and less effective as time goes by, until one day, it will no longer work, and at that time, the black line on the palm will spread to his chest , Let him return to the Styx.

Will he die?

Like Mama, who lay skinny on the bed and then fell silent one day?

"No..." the young man whispered, "I don't want to be like this..."

The man in the dark raised the corners of his mouth.

How could it be possible that the traps that had been set up a year ago to poison He Wulun were just to force the Great Witch Helian into the Qiongshui black market Sunita at the appointed time?And making He Wulun a slave was also to change the boy's mind.

The competition between slaves was dirtier than commoners imagined. If one slave ate more, the other slave would eat less. If one slave lived, the other slave would die.In order to live, they can use any means, let alone let others die instead of themselves.

Being in a sacred and pure place like Daxue Mountain, Helian Yu would never have imagined that he would suddenly be stabbed by a kind person.

Thinking of this, the person in the dark couldn't help laughing and trembling all over.

He hid quietly among the leaves, with a sapphire bead buckled in his hand, and the spell on it could ensure that no one would find his whereabouts.He looked at the pale face of the child under the tree, knowing that his goal had been achieved, he was about to retreat quietly.

When tomorrow's ceremony fails—even if it doesn't fail, they still have a way to make mistakes in the ceremony—at that time, He Wulun's heart will be shaken to the point of completely obeying their words, using the antidote as a carrot, making He Wulun This stupid donkey obediently took the bait.

When he moved one foot back and stepped on a branch behind him, Uren suddenly spoke.

The young man looked up among the leaves, whether it was a coincidence or on purpose, the direction he was looking at happened to be where the man in the dark was hiding.The heart of the man in the dark jumped suddenly, and his foot on the branch almost slipped.

"Hey!" Uren said, "I said you, do you really think I'm a fool who is easy to deceive?"

The young man's voice was very loud, which attracted the attention of the three ghost owl guards who were exchanging gossip in the Forbidden Palace and the little Orion who had been silently in a daze. These four were not children like He Wulun. The coming cold made the people in the dark dare not move.

"I'm really sorry," Uren, who didn't seem to realize the danger his actions brought to the person in the dark, continued to say in such a loud voice, "A month ago, I probably really believed it stupidly, the problem I have read some books seriously these days, and although I haven’t become smarter, there seem to be one or two incidents in the history books that are similar to what I am currently encountering.”

"I said," Ulen raised his head and showed an indifferent smile, "you should be like those people in the book, you don't plan to give me the antidote at all, right?"

The people on the tree trembled uncontrollably. The boy's smile just now was extremely similar to that of the great witch Naren who came to Daxue Mountain eight years ago.

The ghost owl guards and the little Orion on the other side had already walked under the tree, and the man in the dark understood that if he didn't escape, he might not have a chance to escape.

While he was hesitating, Uren used the last sentence to complete the final blow.

"I'm a man from Qinglu. A man from Qinglu repays grievances for grievances. Virtue repays virtue. You gave me poison, so I won't listen to you. My uncle is so kind to me, and I want to repay him even more. If you dare to say such stupid things in front of me again, I will send you to the river Styx with my own hands."

This sentence was understood by everyone present, including the owls and little hunters who had approached.

Without even using gestures to direct, the three ghost owl guards pulled up their cloaks at the same time and disappeared under the shade of the trees.The little Orion strode forward a few steps and stopped in front of Ulun. In the blink of an eye, the bow was fully drawn, and the wooden arrow was not fired, aiming at the direction that Ulun was looking at before.

The man in the dark stepped on the branch, and now he couldn't care less about hiding his whereabouts, the branch shook up and down, and bounced him out.He somersaulted in mid-air, grabbed a branch, and threw himself out again by inertia.The wood spirit suddenly appeared beside him, sprinkled glowing leaves all the way, walked through the forest, made the branches and leaves shake together, disturbing the sight of the pursuers.

The wooden arrows chased after his buttocks, and every time they missed the tree trunk, the man in the dark was lucky at first, but the next moment he found that although these arrows missed him, they drove him to change direction.

... Not to mention, where did this ball of light hanging above his head come from? !What's the use of having a light ball in his fucking invisibility!

Uren, who was still standing still, closed his eyes and sneered, making gestures to direct the ball of light incessantly.

He dared to harm his uncle, he must let his anger out before his aunt beat this guy up!

Half a month later, Wu Lun, who had become so tough, didn't mention it.On the other side, Kozo bid farewell and went to prepare for tomorrow's ceremony, while the national teacher and the emperor entered the real room of Daxue Mountain.

Touch the radiant sun on the mural, and the walls will recede to both sides. The ground made of alabaster ends here, followed by the neatly arranged, cold and varnished pine wood.In the spacious room, under the light of the pearl, the bookcases are erected heavily like trees in a dense forest. On each of them, there are bamboo slips woven from bamboo slices, rolled up as thin as cicada's wings of white silk.Pieces of calf skin, sheep skin, and even human skin occupy all the field of vision, with strange and incomprehensible patterns painted on them.

Le Dao had seen a similar place before, it was the seventeenth floor of the Xingtai, Helian Yu's usual residence.

"Are all the great witches in the world the same?" He muttered with his forehead twitching.

Helian Yu glanced at him, walked into the room of reality alone with a flick of his sleeves, the wall closed behind the two of them, and Helian Yu looked at the patterns on both sides of the bookcase as he walked.

The shaman with the sun on his head is the record of the shaman dynasty, and the warrior holding the sharp sword is the record of great importance.

He Lianyu went all the way to the deepest part of the room. The further he went, the more sparse the scrolls were on the bookcase. In the last shelf, there were only three scrolls neatly stacked together. Among them, two scrolls, The flamboyant and phoenix danced with Zao Shuang's name written on it.

The ones sealed in white are prophecies, and the ones sealed in black are curses. Helianyu hesitated for a moment, and picked up the volume sealed in black first.

Le Dao, who was looking around all the way, came behind him at this time. He leaned his chin on Helian Yu's thin shoulder, kept his arms around his big witch, and with the other hand, he pulled the black sealed scroll from He Lianyu's shoulder. Lian Yu took it out of his hand and scraped off the seal with his nails.

"This curse is also related to me," he said, "don't try to watch it secretly."

Helian Yu found it funny.

But Le Dao's words made him let out the breath he had been holding in his chest slowly, and the chest tightness finally dissipated, he raised the corner of his mouth, "When did I secretly watch it?"

"You have done a lot of things secretly without telling me, and it's not missing one or two things." Le Dao said.

"Aren't you really describing yourself?" Helian Yu raised his eyebrows.

While speaking, he pinched the vertical shaft of the scroll with his fingertips and pulled it down. Le Dao coordinated and turned the other side of the sky pole at the same time. The pale thin hand and the strong hand cooperated exquisitely, and the old silk slapped in the air. With a bang, it is fully opened.

Under the bright light pearl, the yellowed silk surface is rendered with large swathes of black ink, as if it is the resentment of someone who has already gone to the Styx.Le Dao clicked his tongue twice, stretched his neck over Helian Yu's shoulder, and looked at the scrawled writing on it.

Helian Yu's gaze was two breaths behind his, and the big witch's gaze fell on the first word, and the entire scroll was snatched away by Le Dao.His Majesty the Emperor quickly rolled up the scroll, and under Helian Yu's cold stare, he coughed lightly and said, "I'm done reading it, let's read that prophecy."

"Even if you don't let me read it," Helian Yu pointed out calmly, "I still know the contents of the scroll."

"Since you know what are you watching?" Le Dao asked back.

... makes a lot of sense and cannot be refuted.

So Helian Yu could only watch as Le Dao put the scroll into his sleeve, and the big witch suspected that His Majesty the Emperor planned to take this scroll away from the real place, and then randomly find a brazier to stuff it in and burn it to ashes .

This bastard's inappropriate thoughtfulness really makes people itch.

Helian Yu, who was so slanderous, could only pick up another scroll that was sealed in white.This time Le Dao didn't rob him. In order to cover up the crime he was about to commit later, His Majesty the Emperor was holding his hands behind his back - to prevent the scroll from being snatched back by Helian Yu - looking up to the sky and whistling.

There were not so many messy things on the white-sealed scroll, and even the handwriting was more correct. He Lianyu spread the scroll on the pine floor, and bent down to read it word by word.

"In September of the tenth year of Guangwu... Qinglu Muren Khan married the Huhe Tedayan family, and Zaoshuang appeared at sunset... It was predicted that Khan's child would be born on the vernal equinox five years later... He held the most shining The heavenly Chen came to this world, ignited the sparks, and illuminated the eternal night... From 1000 years ago to 1000 years later, all the big witches cast their eyes on him, watching him, from birth to death..."

Helian Yu paused for a moment, then repeated it again.

"From birth to death?"

"How?" Ledao asked.

Helian Yu asked in a daze, "What about the ones behind?"

Le said: "Huh?"

His Majesty the Emperor stepped forward and was surprised to find that Helian Yu was trembling all over.

"The latter sentence," Helian Yu quickly recited the last sentence of the well-known prophecy, "...and the person who is about to start a new glory, a new dynasty, will fall in love with him and make him a glorious Part of... this sentence..."

The big witch looked up at Le Dao blankly.

"No," he said, "it's not written on it."