Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

The ever-burning lamp in front of him blinked, and Jiang Bin woke up like a dream.Yang Tinghe in front of him held Hu's inner alchemy in one hand and the chessboard in the other, neither sad nor happy, his heart like still water.On this day, it was a matter of course and the wish came true. The long years have worn away the madness of love until only the obsession of dripping water wears away the stone is left.

Looking into those eyes, Jiang Bin felt as if he had been sucked into a pool of stagnant water. He was dizzy, and his feet softened and he knelt down.Looking up again, I feel that Yang Tinghe, who is looking down at him, is very much like a golden Buddha statue seen in some temple, being worshiped by all living beings, but keeping his expression on.

Without the inner alchemy, the physical body could no longer hold on, like a golden statue being roasted, it gradually melted into a puddle of water.Red, hot, bubbling and flowing around.And Yang Tinghe's words also drifted into the tomb along with the stench.

"Zhengde was originally Huode Yinghuo Xingjun, this life is his second experience in the mortal world, and you, Wu Qu, because of a debt of love, you also devoted yourself to becoming a fox to accompany Qiao Yu for the rest of your life... I Knowing that you are going down to earth, I also ask to assist Yinghuo Xingjun to take the skin and come to find you... Qiao Yu really believes my words, and you will become Jiang Bin."

"Yinghuo Xingjun's soul is now locked by me in this evocative nanmu chessboard. When the gate of hell is opened, I will release him and walk with ghosts at night. But his lifespan is not over, so he will not be able to return to the underworld... As a wandering lonely ghost, over time, he forgets his identity and everything in this life."

"Wu Jie's celestial power locked in the golden cup has long been exhausted when changing the skin. Now he can't take off the human skin of Emperor Zhengde unless he dies... I have my own way to teach him to think that he has become a wanderer." After the death of Zhengde's physical body, the heavenly court will regard Yinghuo Xingjun as the end of the calamity, and immediately recall his soul and me back to the heavenly court with him."

"At that time, I had already hidden you on this chessboard, locked you with a soul-locking rhinoceros, and escaped from the shackles of the six realms of reincarnation in this Yin-gathering place... I will find someone to fill your gap in the sky, and I have long forgotten Yinghuo Xingjun, who has experienced the experience of this life, will definitely take that imposter as you."

"From then on, no one can find you except me... When you forget the past, I will take you to Fangzhang Mountain..."

Jiang Bin couldn't hear the following words clearly, he flowed to Yang Tinghe's feet, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose turned into blood, which stained the pair of leather boots.But at this moment, the other pair of eyes opened in mid-air, and the burning pain just now dissipated without a trace, leaving only the silent coldness.This cold is the cold sky lingering at the gate of the city, the helplessness of not being able to find a loved one, the bitter wind and rain when Wang Ji died, and the radiance in front of the Hu family's tomb...

Scenes are like double shadow lights, whirling and flying across the field of vision, lively for a while, but then fall into the thick darkness, like the end of a firework.Jiang Bin drifted in a daze, not knowing what he was now.After a while, a green glow like a firefly was faintly seen not far away.Take a closer look, but it's the extermination inscriptions that are all over the tomb.That was a ghost language that I couldn't understand when I was alive, but now, they jumped out one by one, and lined up in a line thinking: adopting as a foster son, fighting tigers to rescue each other, Xuanfu's test shooting, New Year's frolicking, secretly investigating private mines , the battle of Yingzhou, Yangzhou lingering...

After that, it will disappear, because there is a gap and a parting, and Emperor Zhengde is unwilling to engrave it.

Jiang Bin seemed to be able to see through those words and sentences, behind that cynical face, there was an eternal deep affection.All the suspicions and entanglements before, all disappeared before life and death.Jiang Bin couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch those words from the bottom of his heart, but those luminous characters scattered like disturbed butterflies in an instant.

Jiang Bin was startled, and those "butterflies" had already surrounded him, carried him with his arms, and flew to a high place.Jiang Bin, who couldn't help himself, turned around suspiciously, only to see a pair of eagle-like eyes beside the coffin and the sticky and smelly carrion surrounding it.Jiang Bin didn't dare to look any further, and turned his head, only to see a glaring light on the top of the tomb, which clearly had no exit, after piercing through the clouds and fog.The light is like the mouth of a deep well, and like the fifteenth moon, hazy, beautiful, and yearning.

The surrounding characters seem to be able to sense Jiang Bin's mood, they gather or disperse, trying to get Jiang Bin up quickly in different ways.Suddenly, Jiang Bin's ankle sank, and as soon as Jiang Bin lowered his head, he saw a pair of blue and black hands born out of thin air, tightly pulling his pale feet.Jiang Bin was so startled that he kicked his legs hard, but he couldn't get rid of those withered claws no matter what.Gradually, whispered mantras lingered in his ears, and the mantras turned into countless golden moths, with sharp mouthparts pinching each bright green moth, Jiang Bin could even hear their dying screams, but how to struggle It was all in vain, and in the end they were all torn up one by one by the golden moths and swallowed.

Without the support of the characters, Jiang Bin's body was suddenly dragged down by the pair of green and black ghost claws. Thinking of those eyes and the blurred flesh and blood, Jiang Bin felt terrified, and in a panic, he jumped forward with all his strength. Jumping, with the whistling wind in his ears accompanied by the dazzling white light, Jiang Bin felt a tearing pain.He thought that he was going to die in the underworld, but in the next moment, he was standing in the radiance of pottery and tenderness, and he had already come out of the "well".

Jiang Bin looked back in shock, only to see "myself" screaming with distorted face, being dragged back into the cold abyss.As soon as Jiang Bin retreated, he almost sat on the ground. He didn't understand what he was at this time, and what he was just now.In a daze, a few bright green characters hidden in the sleeves that escaped unharmed poked their heads out and looked around. After confirming that there was no problem, they quickly gathered around Jiang Bin and pulled him upwards with concerted efforts. fly everywhere.

Rising through the clouds, his eyelids were heavy, Jiang Bin thought sleepily, what are the origins of these acceptable characters?But who appointed it?If so, why did that person help him escape Yang Tinghe's shackles?It's a pity that Jiang Bin fell asleep without paying attention before uttering a single word.

In his sleep, the voice that made him shudder said: "So what if I escape? It's always mine."

When I woke up again, it was because of the pain that seemed to be crushed to pieces and the sound of the rising and falling water. I opened my eyes and felt that my field of vision was very low. fluffy paws...

Jiang Bin looked up in a daze, and saw a pair of leather boots. The owner of the boots was leaning on the armchair, staring at the white jade plaque inlaid with red beans and carved rabbits in his palm, dazed.That familiar face showed an expression of disobedience because of the soul dove in his body.You may not be able to tell the difference, but Jiang Bin faces and reads it every day, so how can he not see the clue?

Jiang Bin was so startled that he took a few steps back, and this movement alarmed the man.His gaze turned to this place, his pair of pitch-black pupils resembled the black abyss that escaped from death.The contemplative look in his eyes was so creepy that Jiang Bin almost thought he was going to be recognized, but he only heard him say, "Come here!".

The little eunuch who hurried in to serve him was never seen before. He obeyed his orders and was very well-behaved. After receiving the order, he ordered someone to bring a plate of meat and place it respectfully in front of Jiang Bin.Jiang Bin didn't eat, but only looked at the skin of the crown and Li Dai, but there was a desire in his body, which swelled up ready to move, and it was so crowded that Jiang Bin had nowhere to escape, and his heart was full of pain.In a daze, seeing "myself" grabbing my neck and gobbling it up, I recalled the words I heard in my sleep, and guessed that I escaped from my soul by relying on those words. At this time, the boarding house On Wangwei who appeared out of nowhere, Ke Wangwei's soul is still there, going against his will according to his nature.

Waiting for Wang to be slightly full, Jiang Bin's pain eased, and he was able to dominate the dog's body again, carefully observing the expression of "Emperor Zhengde".

He is much older.

That shocking old age is the result of vain efforts, the heartbreak after parting from love and parting hatred.Jiang Bin has no way of knowing how many years he has missed this sleep, but what he can be sure of is that King Ning's soul has not yet disappeared.

He suddenly felt some sympathy for Wu Jie, but that sympathy was soon buried by hatred.Wu Jie still has hope, he can cling to the glimmer of hope to find King Ning, and live as Emperor Zhengde.But what about Jiang Bin?He has become a dog, carrying a weak soul. If he wants to find the emperor Zhengde who has not been heard from, is he looking for a needle in a haystack?

Jiang Bin was staring at the "Emperor Zhengde", when suddenly a small figure rushed in, picked it up, turned his head and ran out.

"return!"

The child in red and gold clothes stopped reluctantly.

Jiang Bin was hugged tightly by him, and he looked closely at the familiar little face.Fen Dudu's face, who was a few years older, no longer had the innocence of the past.A cold glance will make one's back sting.What's more, the eyebrows and eyes look a little like his father and king. How can this avoidance look not make Wu Jie worry?

But what can he justify?Said that he is not Meng Yu's father-killing enemy, he is Wu Jie and not Emperor Zhengde?He did all this for the sake of Zhu Mengyu's father, but in the end, he didn't even have anyone to speak for himself.

Wu Jie glared at Xiao Meng Yu who was standing with his neck stretched out for a moment, and suddenly waved his hands in discouragement: "Let's go..."

He sighed for a long time, but finally smiled.The wry smile stuck in his throat that couldn't make a sound made Meng Yu, who was eager to leave early, take another half step back.He turned his head and fixedly looked at Wu Jie who buried his eyes in his palms and laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled.After a while, he moved back cautiously.

Wu Jie stopped laughing when he heard footsteps, and looked up at Meng Yu.Meng Yu's eyes were so black that they seemed to have lingered on his fingertips.

"This jade pendant... originally belonged to my father."

Wu Jie froze for a moment, then realized that Meng Yu wanted to ask him to come back.Today's Meng Yu is no longer crying without eating or drinking like before.He knew that his father would never come back, he was homeless, but he just wanted to leave some things to think about others.

"But I gave it to you, what do I have left?"

It's just a pair of bones that cannot be buried, and the skin of a walking dead.