Honghuang on the tip of the tongue

After textual research, the benevolent and generous person recorded in the ancient books is Hongjun before sanctification.

When Rong Ze heard about this, he thought "it really is".

He had suspected for a long time that there was something wrong with Zixiao Palace, and what happened recently confirmed his suspicion one by one.

Maybe, Yuan Shi was in Zixiao Palace.

As soon as this idea popped up, it made him restless, he couldn't help it, he found Haotian and Yaochi, and solemnly proposed that he wanted to go to Zixiao Palace.

He originally thought that Haotian would try his best to oppose his request, and even prepared to be punished, but Haotian was only slightly stunned, and asked him: "Have you really thought it through?"

Rong Ze's eyes were firm: "Yes."

Haotian nodded: "That's good."

Rong Ze was stunned: that's it?No objection, let alone punishment?

How could Haotian fail to guess what he was thinking if he knew his son better than his father?He sighed softly and said: "If the father doesn't let you go, will you not go?"

Rong Ze shook his head.

The matter involved Yuanshi, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

"As a father, I also want to be a good father." Haotian said softly.

"Go if you want." Yao Chi looked at him with a smile, "Don't feel intimidated, we are here."

As a parent, who doesn't want their children to stay by their side?But for Rong Ze, they are willing to choose to let go.

Rong Ze was slightly stunned, his nasal cavity was sore, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his chest, and finally he could only choke out a sentence: "Father, queen, thank you."

***

The last meal before departure was the filial net oil roll specially prepared by Rong Ze for Haotian Yaochi.

According to legend, in ancient times, a filial son in Changzhou, in order to satisfy his mother’s desire to eat meat before dying, picked up discarded net oil, wrapped it in red bean paste, and made it into net oil rolls.

It happened that Su Dongpo was passing by, and he was grateful for his filial piety, so he named it Changzhou Xiaozi Wang Youjuan.

Although there is no way to test whether this legend is true or not, the tradition of expressing filial piety with net oil scrolls has been handed down.

It is said that pigs are full of treasures, and this statement is true.The so-called "net oil" refers to the omentum fat of pigs, a thin layer, because of its grid shape, it is called net oil, also known as water oil.

Pork net oil was once considered inferior by elegant people, and they would often discard it without eating it. That's why the filial son in the story was able to pick up net oil to cook for his mother.

But in fact, pork net oil has a special fragrance, and it is more fragrant than vegetable oil when it is fried with dishes.

Rong Ze took off the lard oil, cleaned it, wrapped it with fried red bean paste, wrapped it in egg white, and fried it in a pan until golden, then drained the oil and put it on a plate, sprinkled it with soft white sugar, and served it on the table.

Yaochi likes sweets, and this net oil roll is especially suitable for her appetite.

The net oil wrapped in the outer layer becomes thin and brittle under the frying of fat and high temperature. The red bean stuffing inside is mixed with lard, which is extra fragrant, delicate and soft in taste, and has a rustling feeling when bitten down. .

Haotian nodded in praise: "This roll is sweet but not greasy, it blends the aroma of meat and the softness of red beans just right, wonderful, wonderful."

Yaochi was eating, but her eyes were red, Rong Ze was startled: "Mother, what do you think is not delicious?"

Yaochi shook his head with tears in his eyes: "No, it's delicious. The queen mother just thought that after you leave, the mother doesn't know when she will be able to taste your cooking again... Son, you promise to the queen mother that you will come back safely, right?"

Rong Ze's heart was sour, he sucked his nose hard, and swore: "Mother, I swear, I will come back and make delicious food for you as soon as things are cleared up."

He managed to comfort Yaochi, and listened to Haotian's earnest words: "My son, I can't help you too much as a father when I go to Zixiao Palace. Everything depends on you, so be careful."

These words are not alarmist.Zixiao Palace has a detached status in the prehistoric world, even Haotian Yaochi was just two gatekeeper boys of Zixiao Palace, not to mention a heavenly court, even if it is a union of three religions, it is not enough to look at in front of Zixiao Palace.

This time, Rong Ze went to Zixiao Palace for a guess without any solid evidence. The risk is very high. If he is not careful, he will be criticized and questioned by the whole world.

He doesn't want to drag anyone down, including Tianting and Chanjiao, so all he can rely on is himself.

Haotian felt sorry for him, but there was nothing he could do.

He is a father, but at the same time he is also the ruler of the heavens. His every move is related to the future of the heavens and the prehistoric world. He cannot take this risk.

Rong Ze also knew his helplessness, sighed lightly, and just put another piece of filial net oil roll on his plate: "Father, eat."

He secretly made up his mind that if he could get through the immediate crisis, he would not go anywhere in the future, but would stay in the Heavenly Court to accompany his father, queen and queen, and show his filial piety.

***

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of departure. Rong Ze originally planned to go to Zixiao Palace alone. After Feiyi and Wukong learned about it, they wanted to act together with him no matter what.

Rong Ze reminded them: "This time I am acting privately, and I may encounter many unknown risks. Even if something happens, there will be no one to help. Have you considered it clearly?"

He was afraid that they would not understand the nature of the matter, so he emphasized: "That is Zixiao Palace."

"Whether it's the Zixiao Palace or the mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will go with you." Fei Yi looked serious.

Wukong scratched his head, and said: "I don't know where Zixiao Palace is, but since you want to go, little brother, then I will go with you."

With hot eyes, Rong Ze took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his voice choked slightly: "Brother, I..."

Fei Yi laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "If you really want to thank me, how about cooking something delicious for me when you come back?"

Wukong also came to join in the fun: "I want me too!"

Rong Ze was taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously, and said with a smile, "Yeah!"

***

Zixiao Palace is located 33 days away, and it is not an easy task to get there. You have to pass through the territory already occupied by wild beasts, and there are endless winds all year round.

I haven't paid attention to it for a while, and the flood of wild beasts has become more and more serious. Thanks to the help of Fei Yi and Wukong, I have to fight a bloody way among the rampant wild beasts, otherwise I am afraid that if I don't reach Zixiao Palace, I will be submerged by the beast tide.

But no matter how tough the two were, they were not made of iron after all. They were more or less injured, and their mental state was far from what it was before.

Because Rong Ze was protected by them, he was the one with the best physical strength and energy.Seeing the two friends like this, he felt very uncomfortable, and repeatedly advised them to leave, but was rejected.

"No, I can still fight." Fei Yi wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and in the blink of an eye, he was engaged in the fight with the wild beast again.

In Wukong's hand, he held the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle that Rong Ze specially found for him from the East China Sea. A long stick danced like a tiger and tiger, and no beast dared to get close.

And he didn't want to go.

Until one time, Fei Yi was accidentally seriously injured by Chi Kiss, lost too much blood and fell into a coma, his life was at stake.

Rong Ze gave the death order and asked Wukong to take Feiyi back to Kunlun for treatment.

"But..." Wukong was unwilling to leave.

"No but." Rong Ze interrupted him seriously, "You take Fei Yi back immediately, his injury can't be delayed."

Because of the injury, Flying Wing has automatically returned to its original shape. There is a hideous wound at the root of his left wing, which almost runs through his entire wing. The condition is very bad.

Wukong looked at the unconscious Feiyi, then at Rongze, in a dilemma.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, reluctantly plucked a lot of hair from his body and handed it to Rong Ze, saying: "Brother, you take this, if you encounter danger, you can blow your breath, and it can temporarily block you."

Rong Ze thanked him and solemnly accepted it.

Looking at the figure of Wukong walking away with Fei Yi on his back, Rong Ze let out a heavy breath.

He is left alone.

He watched the endless wind above his head cover the original blue sky, the clouds were torn into tatters, and the wind sounded like the howling and roaring of monsters.

His eyes gradually cooled down.

***

Standing in front of Zixiao Palace, Rong Ze looked up at the simple and majestic palace in front of him, subconsciously clenched the dagger in his hand.

This sword was obtained by him in Bai Minguo, and it was hidden in the interlayer of the box left by Hongjun.

The material of this sword is very strange, neither gold nor stone, not any material known to the present.But it is extremely sharp, and it is invincible.

His intuition told him that this sword might come in handy, so he brought it this time.

Facts have proved that this sword is indeed brought correctly.With the help of it, Rong Ze escaped from the berserker's mouth several times.

The sword's cold light was bright, and its aura was cold. Even though it was stained with the blood of many berserk beasts, the blade was still as clean as ever, reflecting his stern profile.

He took a deep breath and felt a slight tingling pain in his chest, which was the "imprint" left by Gang Feng on him.

But he didn't back down, stepped forward, raised his hand, and landed heavily on the gate of Zixiao Palace.

boom.boom.boom.

There were muffled noises one after another, but there was nothingness and dead silence all around.

Rong Ze didn't know how long he had been knocking, the tiger's mouth shattered, and bright red blood dripped down his wrist, smashing out strange blood flowers on the ground.

"Hahaha..." He laughed suddenly, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, tears flowed from his laughter.

"It turns out that the dignified Taoist ancestor is also afraid of our mere people and avoids visitors." He said loudly in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

His laughter echoed 33 days away for a long time, and even the wind in the distance stopped.

At this time, a cold voice exploded in his ears:

"Ignorant child, since you are obsessed with obsession, no matter what, I will allow you to bump into this south wall."

Accompanied by these words, the heavy palace gate of Zixiao Palace seemed to be pushed open by a pair of invisible hands, and opened silently, revealing a straight avenue.

The end of the road was covered by clouds and fog, making it impossible to see the way ahead.

Before setting off, Haotian and Yaochi had carefully described the layout of the palace to Rong Ze, so he knew that the road in front of him was called "Whispering the Heart".Anyone who embarks on this path will go through a "heart-questioning" test.Only those who pass the test can enter the main hall.

He collected himself and walked onto the avenue.

Suddenly the wind howled, blowing him blind.After finally waiting for the wind to stop, I realized that the clouds and mist in front of me had dissipated at some point.

When his eyes caught something, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Although the distance is still far, even though it is only a back view, he will never admit that he is wrong, that person is Yuan Shi!

Yuan Shi knelt with his back facing him, his back straight.

"Tianzun!" His mind went blank for a moment, he shouted excitedly, and ran towards Yuanshi.

Finally running in front of Yuan Shi, he opened his arms and hugged Yuan Shi from behind, but felt that the touch was wrong.

He looked down, and the "Yuanshi" in his arms turned into a dry bone, the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton were facing him, and the "corner of the mouth" slowly raised a strange arc...

"Ah!" His heart twitched, and he retreated subconsciously, but his feet stepped on the ground, a strong sense of weightlessness hit him instantly, and his eyes went dark.

……

He woke up with a rapid dog barking, the sound was very familiar, like...

"Xiaobai!" He lost his voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could it be Xiaobai's voice?Isn't it dead?

"Woof!" The dog's barking became more intense, mixed with fear and agitation, each sound was heart-wrenching.

Only then did he realize that he was in a small room, the walls were soaked in water, leaving large water stains after drying, and the wall skin looked particularly dirty under the blurred light.

He trembled uncontrollably.

He remembered this, the room he had lived with his stepfather when he was a child.

This house holds many unbearable memories.

But why did he suddenly come back here?

He suddenly thought of something, looked down, and saw two thin legs with only a handful of bones left, and a crescent-shaped scar on the kneecap.

He clearly remembered that when he was ten years old, his stepfather threw the wine bottle after drinking, and the fragments from the explosion accidentally pierced his knee, bleeding a lot, and leaving a crescent-shaped scar, which gradually faded away after many years .

He was taken aback for a moment, and thought to himself, did he travel back to his childhood again?

The shrill dog barking sounded again, and the wind roared outside the window, knocking the doors and windows creaking.

He snapped back to his senses and jumped up on the spot.

He remembered that on that night, that night when the typhoon was blowing, his stepfather was drunk again, and he killed Xiaobai!

He rushed out the door just in time to see the terrible scene——

The scarlet-eyed man held up the lame white dog, and the big iron-like hand tightly pinched its neck.

The poor puppy uttered a faint whine and fought back, but could not break free from the terrible grip.

"Let it go!"

He yelled, his pupils vibrating violently.

The stepfather seemed to hear his scream, turned his head, and grinned strangely.

He had a bad feeling.

Seeing the stepfather let go of his hand suddenly, the white dog howled wildly and fell heavily to the ground.

There was only a "pop", and the barking was interrupted instantly.

The nerve in his brain was also disconnected instantly, and the whole person froze in place.

His dark pupils reflected the puppy's motionless white body.

The howling wind outside the window suddenly stopped.

The drunken stepfather picked up the kitchen knife, grinning grinningly, and slashed at the dead Xiaobai.

kill, kill him...

There is a voice in my head that keeps shouting.

His finger touched a hard and cold place, and he looked down, it was the sharp dagger.

His brain almost stopped thinking, his wrists were exerting force, his fingers were tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, and the veins on his forehead were raised.

Hand up, sword down.

At the moment when the sword tip was about to hit the target, the disgusting fat face of the stepfather suddenly changed into another face.

It's the father!

Rong Ze was taken aback, and hastily withdrew his sword, but still took a step too late, the tip of the sword slashed across Haotian's smiling face, leaving a bloodstain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Rong Ze frantically tried to stop Haotian's bleeding, but there was a sharp pain in his wrist, causing a cold sweat all over his body.

He looked intently again, and Haotian was gone, replaced by his stepfather staring at him coldly, still holding the kitchen knife for slaughtering dogs in his hand, he raised it high, and slashed at himself.

He hurriedly raised his dagger to block it, the wound on the tiger's mouth opened again, and a drop of blood came out.

When the blood beads touched his stepfather, he yelled and covered the contact point in pain.

Rong Ze's eyes lit up: his blood seems to be able to restrain the opponent!

He reluctantly cut his palm and drew a talisman in the air mixed with his own blood.

The talisman quickly became bigger and lifted into the sky, weaving into a big net, covering the head and face of the stepfather in it.

"Son, save me..." The stepfather turned into Haotian again, with a pained face, and stretched out his hand to him.

Rong Ze's heart trembled heavily, and he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, until his fingertips touched "Haotian", the corner of the opponent's mouth raised a strange arc, his fingers turned into sharp claws, and he grabbed at him forcefully.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ze was already prepared. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a sword flower. With the light of the sword moving, he lifted the sword and stabbed at "Haotian"'s throat.

"Son!"

"Haotian" called for help again, and the moment he pierced the sword tip, the world fell into darkness...

The author has something to say: the legend about the filial son's net oil scroll comes from the Internet. One says that the net oil scroll is made by the daughter-in-law, and another says that the net oil scroll was invented by Su Dongpo himself.

Su University (chi) scholar (huo): Who is cueing me?