Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Jiang Bin stood in front of the treasure mirror of Fate Xingjun in a daze, watching Wen Qu in the mirror hugging a man with the same appearance as himself, and teaching him how to play the piano with his fingers interlaced.Surrounding them are green pines and verdant cypresses, blooming flowers like brocades, wintersweet reflecting peonies, asters next to pomegranates, half of which is warm with sun and smoke, and half of which is full of stars and moon, this is the mirror flower and water moon that traps Wenqu.

But he has already left, who is this "Jiang Bin"?

"He is the door boy of Wenqu." The gilt fan shook casually, with a burst of coolness. You were separated from your soul by the hand of Yinghuo Xingjun, and then you were suppressed in Yinghaihai Prison, and then cast into the animal life, and became a loyal dog at your side to pay for your sins. But who knows, by accident, you leaned on it again , making him recall his previous life..."

Jiang Bin looked at "myself" with affectionate eyebrows in the picture, and felt that the words in his ears were like thunder, shaking the mountains suddenly, and splitting bloody holes.

"He hibernates in the dog's body and waits for an opportunity to move. As soon as you leave, he will fall into a dream and occupy the magpie's nest." The greedy wolf star who has never said a word said with a cold face, "Wen Qu opened his eyes Seeing you and the Yinghuo Xingjun in this life living together is just to make your soul return to its place. If it weren't for Wenqu, your soul would be scattered. Even if Yinghuo Xingjun saved your soul and soul, it would not be able to turn things around But now, Wen Qu would rather die out of his wits than come out of this dream..."

Hearing this, Jiang Bin suddenly felt a sense of wronged and wronged. The people around him, even Wang Wei, a loyal dog, were watching him and plotting against him from beginning to end. This old account is settled on his head, which is the karma of the righteous words of the Xian family.

"Could it be that no one can break through this dream?" This is clearly an illusion created by Wu Jie. Could it be that the stars are not as good as Wu Jie's?

"Heh... he didn't tell you?" Lian Zhenxing closed his fan and glanced at the overlapping shadows in his glasses, "Although this illusion was created by Wu Jie, it is a song that has exhausted your cultivation because of sealing your soul. Once he enters the game, he is destroying his soul to maintain the dream. The plants, trees, flowers, and trees are all caused by his thoughts. If he doesn't want to wake up, he can only be exhausted... The doorman It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies, his obsession is deep, and he only wants to be tender for a moment..."

Only then did Jiang Bin understand why the shoddy dream was able to deceive the sky and cheat Wen Qu, who has always been scheming. He thought that the six reincarnations and the wonderful scene of the abbot after coming here were all caused by Wen Qu's thoughts and demons. Therefore, he is as sweet as a sweet, and regards Jiang Bin's deceit as a love that comes after suffering.If he woke up and knew that all this was just a dream, would he really be grateful for saving the day?

Jiang Bin knew in his heart that this scene was nothing but an irreversible ending, but the matter had come to this point, and he had to pay for his "failure" before he could reincarnate with peace of mind.As for Emperor Zhengde, since he can't remember it, why force him?In the years of "resurrecting from the dead", Jiang Bin has tried his best to fulfill the last wish of Emperor Zhengde. If there is only fate in this life, he will always live up to each other. When he crosses the Naihe Bridge, he will not drink Mengpo soup , remembering this life-and-death relationship from generation to generation, although it must be painful, it can also teach this relationship to last forever.

Jiang Bin accepted the two Xingjun, and when he arrived at Tianmen, there were more Jumen Xingjun, Lucun Xingjun and Pojun Xingjun to see him off.These three are the immortals who were dealing with Yinghuo Xingjun before behind the screen, and now they are only watching from a distance, and they don't know whether they are saying goodbye calmly or watching on the sidelines.

Jiang Bin couldn't catch a trace of waves on their calm faces, and finally turned his head away, waiting for the huge gate of heaven to slowly open in front of him.

Wu Jie was waiting for him in the distance, and when he saw him coming out, he flew to him, let him grab his mane and hang it on his neck, and flew towards the lower realm like a gust of wind.

The sky turned from bright to dark, and Xinghan was left behind in a blink of an eye. Along the way, Jiang Bin's hair was blown to pieces, but his heart gradually calmed down. He didn't ask Wu Jie what the Xingjun promised him so that he was willing to spend a thousand years Xiuwei saved himself, and also used this mount, thinking about it, it was nothing more than reducing the crime of killing for him, so that he could stay with King Ning forever.For some reason, Jiang Bin can't hate Wu Jielai, either because he is the love of the merciful King Ning, or because the two of them, who couldn't get what they asked for, are relieved that they can get what they want.

When we arrived at the lower realm, the clouds had already opened and the sun had risen. The dying old locust tree in Xuan Mansion was caged in the gentle morning light, like an old man in his twilight years, waiting for a tired bird to return to its nest.

"The old locust tree in the courtyard has inherited Wenqu's immortal power, and he is connected with Wenqu's thoughts. You can enter his dream by touching the tree with your palm..." Wu Jie disappeared, landed outside the small courtyard, and spit out An air bubble condensed into a green bead hangs around Jiang Bin's waist, and when he bumps into Yusi Nanpei, he makes a lingering voice, "I'm still waiting for you here, if there is anything, just crush this air bead."

Jiang Bin nodded. At this moment, his mind was not on whether he could get out of the body. He stared at the firewood gate that would not push itself open, feeling faintly that from the moment he stepped into this place where things were not human beings, perhaps Everything will be different.But even though the premonition came so overwhelmingly, he still had to approach the trap that looked like a trap step by step.

Behind Jiang Bin, Wu Jie silently watched his hesitation, with some amusement hidden in his amber eyes.

Finally, Jiang Bin stopped in front of the old locust tree that had come back to life again in his dream.

He stretched out his hand, and hesitantly pressed his palm against the towering haggard body. The tepid roughness fit the palm print seamlessly.

Suddenly, something fell on his shoulder, and when he turned his head to see, it was actually a sophora japonica flower as white as it was exuding a faint halo.In a daze, there was another flower, which clearly fell extremely slowly, but Jiang Bin seemed to be frozen, unable to avoid it no matter what.He watched helplessly as the bright and clean flower stretched its petals and clung to his forehead, then twisted his body slightly, and it actually slid into the center of his eyebrows like a leech.

The whole soul was tense due to the invasion of the foreign body, but even so, Jiang Bin's limbs were still numb and unable to move. He could clearly feel the wriggling of the Sophora japonica flower in his body, which caused a creepy convulsion, followed by Cramping pain.Jiang Bin almost fainted, but in a whirl, countless petals turned into water droplets, condensing into a sparkling picture in his consciousness.

At the feast of immortals shrouded in fairy mist, the reckless fairy sat beside the picturesque Xingjun with his eyes held tight, and took a few peeks at him before blushing and said: "I heard that Xingjun has been good at chess. People, dare to invite Xingjun to play a game, I wonder if it is possible?"

Jiang Bin's heart skipped a beat. Seeing another Sophora japonica flower fall into the pool, the ripples dispersed, and the scene changed again.

In the huge palace, it was deserted, and there was no answer for a long time. The Xingjun who was born as a military general could only talk endlessly about the deficiency of qi, blood and yang. Touching his wrist, he said his pulse guiltily.The unhurried pulse was beating gently under his fingers, as if asking him, did he have any unreasonable thoughts?

He abruptly withdrew his hand, not daring to do it again, but his index finger was connected to his heart, and his heart was burned like a fire.Knowing that the ground is a prison, but still deeply trapped.Digging all over the fairy mountains and digging for a thousand years of life just to cook soup to mend his body, carry away the mountain stones just to grind an inkstone to please him, and get the nanmu chessboard that needs to eat his soul and soul just to give him a congratulatory gift... …

But that fairy who floated out of the dust finally understood his thoughts.

The abyss of weak water, the soul of the mountain of flames, are not worth his indifferent glance.Whoever set up the game made him show his true colors and be full of ugliness, calling out his name shamelessly... Amidst the laughter, the overturned wine reflected his embarrassment when he fled. It turned out that this was the retribution of wishful thinking.

Another Sophora japonica flower fell between the eyebrows, and whoever heard that the Xingjun who had avoided seeing but missed him was approaching, grabbed a pair of skins and fled.He devoted himself to becoming a military general with a face like a crown of jade. He clearly couldn't remember the past, but he fell in love with the civil servant who had the appearance of a martial artist at first sight.Conquering all directions, returning with great victories, riding vigorously on the bay red horse, but only looking at his eyebrows and eyes, bursting into a smug smile.Unexpectedly, good fortune tricks people, but he was imprisoned in a square inch by the nine-five-year-old, and could no longer spread his wings and fly high. Fortunately, he was always with him and cared about him every day.With drunken eyes, he actually entered the chessboard in a dream, and was awakened by his own soul to that heartbreaking past... When he woke up, he didn't dare to open his eyes, knowing that he was holding his wrist lightly, Just like back then when he was blushing and presumptuously feeling his pulse... Could he have deduced from that throbbing pulse that his delusions had revived again?Will Sai Xue bully and trample the infatuation that he bowed his head into the mud again?

Dare not wake up, dare not speak, but still covered his ears in the night of the group member with the sound of firecrackers, expressing the obsession in his heart.Everything after that was like the most beautiful dream, but he actually held his hand instead, pressed against his palm, and kissed his eyes...

A flying goose made of gold foil was stuck in his hair, and the body temperature that came through his clothes was like the aftertaste of a drunken dream.Kissed his earlobe, pasted a Spring Festival couplet with the word "Mei" at the head, but in an instant, it all dissipated into a deeper desolation.He hated the high and mighty Nine-Five Supreme for obstructing it, but he knew that he could not live up to his fate, so he bid farewell before the bed, and his comforting words seemed to quench his thirst with the Merlin he had heard.

Unexpectedly, this time, the words became a prophecy, and became an unrecognized injustice on the other side, and a betrayal of rebellion.

Dependent origin and extinction are nothing but thoughts.

But in this world, how many types of infatuation can be seen through after Qian Fan is done?

This pagoda tree only got Wenqu's thoughts, and he will guard it unswervingly until the sky is old and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

And Wen Qu, how long have you been waiting for him?

The endless pain of lovesickness made him feel anxious and mad, and the man who kept talking about the white-headed couple pushed him into the bottomless abyss created by the demons with his own hands.

The soul flies away, and the soul flies away again...

Opening his eyes, he saw a person by the pool staring at the water, not knowing what he was looking at.His frosty hair hangs down to the flowers, and his white clothes are full of snow, just like a handful of snow left in the spring day, which will turn into water in the blink of an eye, go up to Qiongbi and fall into the underworld, and he will never be found again...

Jiang Bin can't remember how he staggered behind him. A few steps away, it seemed as if he was wading through mountains and rivers. Indifferent eyes.

Straight strands of white hair floated in front of his eyes, and Jiang Bin couldn't move forward any longer. He knelt down beside the man with a "thong" sound, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, but he was afraid that what he touched was just another mirror image.

"Zitong..."

Trembling calls, just like back then, even the sound of firecrackers couldn't conceal the stormy obsession.