Dinghai Fusheng Records

At night, in the outskirts of Tongguan County, 6000 people gathered to sleep on the endless loess plain.

The wind is blowing, and the night is still chilly in early summer. The rest of the Sixteen Hu tribe have already fallen asleep, and the faint howl of wolves can be heard from the distant mountains. The shadow of the mountains and rivers is like a huge curtain.

The Big Dipper hangs in the sky, and the summer night star river sprinkles in the sky like light powder, which is extremely brilliant.

On the ground, Chen Xing was wrapped in a blanket, lost in thought facing the bonfire.

After leaving Efang Palace, Xiang Shu fell silent, all his subordinates did not come to disturb the three of them, they only lit a bonfire under a lone tree in the wilderness, and no one came to get close to Xiang Shu.Only Chen Xing, Xiang Shu and Feng Qianjun sat quietly.

Feng Qianjun untied the shroud, revealing the rickety body of his elder brother Feng Qianyi. He set up a firewood frame by the copper water, and burned his brother's body with a fire.

The flames ignited and swallowed Feng Qianyi's body. His legs were amputated below the knees, and his limbs were atrophied due to long-term use of the wheelchair, just like a child.A gust of wind blew, and fly ash rose into the sky.Chen Xing vaguely saw a faint trace of light rising continuously, flying towards the brilliant star river in the sky.

Xiang Shu raised his head, and saw a broad and splendid band of light overlapping the silver man, like a huge river passing through the night sky.

"Did you see it?" Chen Xing said.

Xiang Shu frowned slightly.

"Tianmai," Chen Xing said, "the destination of all the 'Tao' between heaven and earth, Lao Tzu said, what is metaphysical is called 'Tao'. What is metaphysical is called utensils, and all things that live in the world will break away from the shape of utensils on a certain day. , will be included in the avenue.”

Xiang Shu said, "Is that the aura of heaven and earth?"

"No," Chen Xing said, "the heavenly veins and the earthly veins are rivers of a higher level than aura."

As his brother's body turned to ashes, Feng Qianjun put the ashes in a box, returned to the two of them, wiped a small jade plaque, turned it over and looked at it in the afterglow of the campfire, and wrote the number: Dahan Exorcist Feng.

"The largest base of Xifeng Bank was in Luoyang." Feng Qianjun said, "When my eldest brother took over the family business with his father, I studied art in Kuaiji. From the age of seven to 16, I only saw my eldest brother once in two or three years."

Chen Xing was wrapped in a blanket and kept silent. He knew that at this moment, Feng Qianjun needed to talk to relieve his inner distress.

Feng Qianjun also said: "At that time, Luoyang belonged to the 'Yan Kingdom' built by the Murong family."

Xifeng Bank bought an incomparably rich property in Luoyang, the famous capital of the world at that time, and maintained a certain relationship with the Jin people in the south.

Later, Fu Jian sent people to capture Dayan, and the city was destroyed overnight.Murong's clan was taken prisoner and surrendered to Fu Jian.It was also during this war that Feng Qianyi took his family and fled hastily. However, in the chaos of the war, all the family soldiers died in the battle, his wife was killed by the rebel army, and both children died in the war.His own legs were also crushed by the chariot.

When Feng Qianjun heard the bad news, he immediately went north to search for his brother's whereabouts. After several years, he finally found him in Chang'an.

Feng Qianyi didn't mention much about the past, but told him lightly that this is something that must be faced on the road to great cause. Since Dayan is dead, the current goal is Fu Jian.And the Murong family is also the minister of destroying the country, so they can try to win over and use them.

"I still remember the day when I first met Qinghe," Feng Qianjun said in a trance, "she and her younger brother Murong Chong were imprisoned in the deep palace, and my brother sent me to give her some jewelry she bought. Murong Chong didn't like to talk, but she was very happy." Very soon, asked me what my name was... asked me if the peonies in Luoyang had bloomed, and asked me a lot about the north..."

"...After Dayan destroyed the country, I haven't been to Luoyang for three years, so I had to make up some lies to deceive her." Feng Qianjun came back to his senses, forced a smile at Chen Xing, and said, "Go home and tell big brother, big brother Just to say, Luoyang, Guanzhong, Youzhou and Yongzhou are all the places of our Han people, what face do Xianbei people have to regard Luoyang as their hometown?"

Hearing this, Xiang Shu got up and left, leaving room for the conversation to Chen Xing and Feng Qianjun.

Feng Qianjun smiled helplessly: "But the Murong family of Dayan was destroyed in the hands of a Han. Wang Meng obeyed Fu Jian's orders and won this battle, which also led to the loss of life in the four passes. They also looked down on Wang Meng because he Do you hate them, Tian Chi, who have become officials of Fu Jian?"

Chen Xing thought of his father's death, and then saw Xiang Shu lying on the ground and leaning on a rock not far away.

"My father said before he was alive that it doesn't matter whether the Hu people or the Han people," Chen Xing said slowly, "they are all residents of this vast China. The five Hus went south, many people were killed and injured, and innocent people died in the flames of war. When is the battle between kings not like this? The well-dressed Han people traveling south still have the idea of ​​revenge, but if it is the soldiers and common people who died in the Eight Kings Rebellion, where can they find someone to reason with?"

"In the final analysis, it's just a matter of stopping the war." Chen Xing sighed, "What's more, if this chaos is not eradicated, on the day when it breaks out on a large scale, I don't think there is any need for the barbarians and Han people to fight any longer. , the end is the same, that is, death.”

Feng Qianjun remained silent, looked down at the Sen Luo Dao in his hand, and weighed it.

"Are you planning to go to the north with Da Shan?" Feng Qianjun asked.

"I don't know." Chen Xing frowned anxiously, "Time is running out, and I don't have a clue yet about the reason for the death of all magics. At least in the next three years, I have to find mana for everyone. I don't care if I don't ask, but at least someone can fight against the master Feng Qianyi said. We are not the only exorcists in the world, there must be someone who will inherit the torch..."

Chen Xing got the first clue, which was related to Dinghaizhu.Although the inside story is not clear yet, according to the records, in the second year after the death of all dharmas, Dinghai Pearl still contained powerful magic power, and it is inseparable from the relationship.

It's just that the sky is big and the earth is big, where can I find it?

Feng Qianjun said: "Leave the investigation of the chaos to me. Brother Yu will set off early tomorrow morning."

Chen Xing: "Where are you going?"

Feng Qianjun said: "Maybe sneak back to Chang'an secretly, maybe go to Luoyang for a while, or go to find the tomb of the Eight Kings, investigate who the elder brother met before he was alive, and how he obtained the secret of driving resentment. You just need to focus on finding you Dinghaizhu."

Chen Xing immediately said: "Brother Feng, this matter cannot be rushed..."

Feng Qianjun thought: "I can generally drive the Mori Saber, although it is in a different way."

Chen Xing did not expect that the magic weapon that was once driven by the aura of heaven and earth has now absorbed the resentment and used it for his own use. As if by fate, he used darkness to counter darkness. It had a powerful effect, and Feng Qianjun's identity also inspired the art of myriad phenomena from history, awakened the trees of mountains and seas, and led the endless life, which produced a complete change.

Become a dark exorcist.

And hastily attracting resentment, using this method to forcibly launch the Sen Luo Dao will definitely cause powerful damage to the body.Chen Xing reminded Feng Qianjun repeatedly, and Feng Qianjun explained: "Don't worry, where there is no resentment, you can't use spells."

This is also true. The prerequisite for Feng Qianjun to sacrifice the Mori Sword to summon the withered tree demon and bloodthirsty vines is to be in a place full of resentment. As long as there are no large-scale dead people around, this sword lacks the power of resentment and cannot be activated. .

"Give me a little more time," Chen Xing replied, "Let me think about it."

Seeing that he couldn't resist Chen Xing, Feng Qianjun nodded and motioned him to go back and rest. Chen Xing wanted to sleep peacefully under the tree, but Feng Qianjun moved him to go to Xiang Shu's side.

Chen Xing walked across the open space and came to Xiang Shu. Xiang Shu didn't say a word, but closed his eyes. A hoarse crow sounded in the distance, and Xiang Shu woke up suddenly. past.

Chen Xing observed Xiang Shu curiously, seeing that he had only quickly regained his composure, so he whispered, "I have to go find Ding Haizhu. Unfortunately, all the records brought out from Yin Yang Jian are gone."

"I know that place," Xiang Shu said, "follow me."

Chen Xing: "!!!"

The map drawn on the last page is called "Daze".Chen Xing has made many guesses, maybe it is Yunmeng Daze, but this place only exists in legends, and the exact location cannot be found now.

"Is it in the south?" Chen Xing asked.

Xiang Shu didn't answer, and moved away a little, leaving a place for Chen Xing.

Chen Xing leaned over, and Xiang Shu said again: "Go back to Chilechuan first, many things need the support of the tribe."

Chen Xing counted the time. When he left Huashan, he still had four years left. Now that it has entered summer in Shenzhou, there are only three years left.Time was running out, but he didn't urge the statement, so he just nodded.

In the middle of the night, the plain was extremely quiet, Xiang Shu suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

Feng Qianjun got up from under the tree, took his brother's ashes, got on his horse, and when he walked around the perimeter of the temporary camp, he raised his hand and waved at Xiang Shu.

Xiang Shufu closed his eyes again, and Feng Qianjun sneaked into the twilight just like that.

At that time, the Illusory Demon Palace was filled with ubiquitous blood-red rays of light.

A huge heart like a house is hanging in the air, pacing slowly, and the entangled blood vessels are covered with the strange giant heart, spreading to every corner of the magic palace.

Thousands of blood vessels seeped into the wall, absorbing the nourishment of resentment from the earth, and the brilliance of the earth veins was refined into an endless stream of purple-black breath, which was injected into the heart along the blood vessels.

A scribe wearing a mask and a black robe, holding Princess Qinghe's body in his hands, walked slowly into the magic palace.

"This mortal," said a hoarse voice from the heart, "is so out of control."

Scholar said: "Feng Qianyi was eager for revenge, and the heart lamp holder broke the arrangement, which disrupted our plan."

The voice in the heart was furious: "You are so stupid! You ruined the magic soldier you spent a lot of effort training in vain!"

The scribe replied: "Feng Qianyi has been burned to ashes, and it is his punishment, my lord, but please calm down. There are always people. There are hundreds of thousands of herdsmen left in the ancient Chile League, and they are used to fill this Lack is always enough. But Shulukong..."

After a short silence, the scribe said leisurely: "The number one warrior outside the Great Wall...Even if he is chosen as an exorcist and protector, he shouldn't be so unbelievably strong. It's really strange, why did Xindeng choose him?"

"A mere mortal," Heart said slowly, "No matter how strong you are, there is a limit to it, why should you be afraid of it?"

The scribe replied respectfully: "My lord doesn't know something. Although the number of the Chilechuan League outside the Great Wall is limited, it is a force that should not be underestimated. Otherwise, it would not have been so troublesome in the past. If we can recruit Shulukong In order to use it, it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"This is not something you should worry about now. How can the Wanling Formation solve it?" Heart hissed, "I have been dormant for many years, and I never want to fall short because of such an accident. And counting Zhou Yi, the exorcist has been killed." You two subordinates!"

The scribe said: "Now that Fu Jian has destroyed the Great Wall and exiled Shulukong, there will be no threat to Chang'an in the short term. We are still in the dark. Chen Xing has followed Shulukong and fled to the outside of the Great Wall. Presumably he will not return to the Central Plains for the time being. Then send Zhou Zhen to get rid of both of them, so that the resurrection of our lord can no longer be affected. Of course, now that all dharmas have passed away, the lamp of idealism can still play a small role, even if it is ignored, it will not be able to cause much trouble... my lord."

The scribe placed Princess Qinghe on the altar directly below the huge heart, and begged: "Please give this girl a new life. From now on, Chang'an's Myriad Spirit Formation will have to rely on her."

There was a sneer from the heart, a little blood condensed, dripped slowly along the membrane wall, and with a soft sound, it dripped on Princess Qinghe's body. The body glowed red and filled with resentment.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the remaining tribes of the Sixteen Hus led by Xiang Shu left the Great Wall and entered the Sea of ​​Grass. It was the first time in Chen Xing's life that he saw such a magnificent and boundless prairie.The sky is high, the earth is far away, and the birds are soaring. Compared with the prosperous city of Guanzhong, the north of this majestic Shenzhou is another scene.

Along the way to the north, more and more people joined them with their families.The Qiang and Di tribes lived in Guanlong for a long time, but they did not receive preferential treatment. The various tribes conquered and fought for a long time. Once they used troops, they would be taxed heavily.After years of severe drought, the people had no means of living, so they had to give up the cultivated fields and go northward with Da Shanyu to make a living.

One after another, this migration team has tens of thousands of people, and the assembly is very spectacular.When passing through the Great Wall, General Qin didn't dare to stop him, so he had to switch to let it go.When they arrived at the Caohai Sea, Xiangshu's followers found a carriage from nowhere, bought a lot of supplies before leaving the fortress, and finally gathered them into a convoy and drove to the Chile River, the end of the world.

What kind of place is that?Chen Xing asked Xiang Shu's entourage, and the answer was that it was the last inhabited area in the north of Shenzhou.

Going further to the north, there is a large expanse of tundra and snow fields swayed by wind and snow. It is desolate, and few people who have gone north have returned.

The major branches of the Wuhu in Guanzhong originated from Baitou Mountain, Xing'an Mountains, Xiliang and other places, and finally became the Ancient League of Chile under the Chile River, which is also the common birthplace of the Huns and Tiele people, and is collectively referred to by the Han nationality. It is the common hometown of the "Hu" race.

Just as the song says, Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

"Live nomadicly, and there are few doctors," Xiang Shu said, "Buy medicines from the Central Plains along the way, and bring them back to Chilechuan."

Chen Xing prescribed the medicine and asked Xiang Shu's subordinates to buy it. In his spare time, he sat in the carriage and watched Xiang Shu write and draw on a piece of paper.

Feng Qianjun left without saying goodbye, which made him very worried, but the top priority is to find out the whereabouts of Ding Haizhu as soon as possible. As long as the mana returns to the land of Shenzhou, half of Chen Xing's burden will be relieved. He believes that in time, this ancient exorcist The industry will eventually recover, and a powerful force will be assembled to fight against the masters behind Feng Qianyi and the "魃" they created.

The current plan is to hope that Fu Jian will stop carrying out large-scale killings and control his resentment a little bit.

Chen Xing said: "I really have no idea about the 'Daze' mentioned in the book."

Xiang Shushi's two fingers are slightly hooked on the charcoal strips. Unlike the Han people's posture of grasping the pen, the slender fingers look very beautiful, and they outline the winding mountains, rivers and terrain on a piece of parchment.

Chen Xing: "Yeah!"

Xiang Shu only glanced at it, but he was able to memorize the map on the last page of the only ancient book in the Exorcism Division, and showed it to Chen Xing, saying, "This is it?"

On the map, there is a lake on one side, and behind it is a mountain peak that breaks into three parts and towers into the clouds.The sides are dotted with a large number of forests.The terrain is very strange, there is a lake on the plain, and there are mountains in the lake, and Tielewen is marked next to it.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Xing received it as if he had found a treasure, and said, "You actually remember everything!"

"It's not Yunmeng Daze, nor is it in the south." Xiang Shu said casually, "It is said that in the north of Chilechuan, far away, Tie Le's name is Erqilun, and the Huns call it Kaluosha, which means dragon. place of death."

Chen Xing asked in surprise, "Have you been there?"

Xiang Shu: "I saw it in a book given to me by an old man when I was young."

Chen Xing looked down, then looked at Xiang Shu, Xiang Shu changed a piece of parchment, and began to recall the scene on the penultimate page of the book on another paper.

"You also have books," Chen Xing asked in surprise, "Where are the classics stored?"

"What?" Xiang Shu said coldly, "Only you Han people are qualified to read and write?"

Chen Xing hurriedly explained that he didn't mean that, but just wanted to see where the ancient books in the Imperial League were stored, maybe he could find some clues.

The carriage was advancing on the grassland, and the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist could be discerned in the distance. At that moment, everyone in the team cheered. Chen Xing suddenly raised his head and turned around the hillside. When the wind blows, a magnificent picture scroll seems to be slowly opened and presented in front of the eyes.

Chilechuan has arrived.

Chen Xing was shocked by the scene in front of him. Under the Yin Mountain, surrounded by the Kundulun River and the Dahei River, the Wanli Grassland is like a blanket, supporting nearly 20 herdsmen. The tents stretch from the hillside to the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see. , boundless!

At the beginning of autumn, almost all the nomads outside the Great Wall are migrating towards the Yin Mountain, worshiping the sacred mountain of the Sixteen Hus, and joining the Ancient League of Chile.

"Da Shanyu is back!" A child shouted when he saw the convoy on the bank of the Kundulun River.

The beautiful woman who washed the cloth robe by the river stood up straight and sang a loud song, and all the warriors in the caravan echoed with their songs.Xiang Shu still sat on the open carriage, put away the parchment, put his long legs on the side of the carriage, adjusted his posture, and lay down comfortably.

Thousands of galloping horses came out from the Ancient Chile League, galloping towards them, led by several young people, the Huns and the Tiele people, shouted one after another, but Xiang Shu just ignored them, and in an instant the group of young people gathered together , Gathered to both sides of the convoy, chattering and asking Xiang Shu with a smile, Chen Xing didn't understand the language, so he could only listen in a daze, but guessed from his expressions, they kept asking Xiang Shu what happened during this period of time? Where did you go.

The corners of Xiang Shu's mouth curled up in a rare way, showing a little smile, and the followers who followed shouted loudly, and the group of young people turned around to help unload the goods and resettle the people.

A young man spoke the Hun language, stretched out a wooden stick, and tried to knock Chen Xing into the back of the cart, but Chen Xing quickly backed away with anger in his eyes.Presumably what they said was "why did you snatch a Han Chinese back?".

"Get lost!" Xiang Shu finally said in Tie Le language.

The young man laughed and galloped away.

People kept approaching, as if they were asking Xiang Shu for instructions. Xiang Shu either didn't answer, or gave a lazy "hmm", and the people who came took the Hu people in the Guannei in the motorcade to resettle, and the people and Hu people who followed Xiang Shu to move north They seemed to be very excited, as if they had found a long-lost relative here.

Chen Xing said: "It seems that after they entered the customs, they didn't live very comfortably."

That is the comfort and sense of freedom of returning home. Compared with staying in Chang'an City, adhering to the various rules established by Fu Jian, studying and doing official examinations, these barbarians obviously prefer to return to the grassland to live freely. It's only natural.

Xiang Shu didn't answer. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the caravan, they were the only ones left. The two carriages pulled into a valley at the foot of the mountains to the east of Gumeng.

There were very few people living here, and everyone cheered when they saw Xiang Shu come back.

The carriage stopped in front of the largest tent, and Xiang Shu jumped out of the car. Chen Xing suddenly thought, since Xiang Shu is a single husband and has already passed the age of marriage, does he already have a wife and children at home?

But there were very few people in this valley, and the place where Xiang Shu lived was very quiet. The king's tent was built against the mountain, occupying the source of the stream, which shows his respected status.

Many people came to say hello to Xiang Shu, Xiang Shu said a word in Tiele language, and they dispersed. Chen Xing looked around curiously, and said, "Is this your home?"

Xiang Shu said, "I'll call the elders for a meeting first, and you can do whatever you want."

As he spoke, Xiang Shu explained a few words to the crowd, presumably to arrange for Chen Xing.

At that time, someone led the horse again, Xiang Shu got on the horse and galloped out of the valley with a sound of "drive".

Chen Xing: "Hey wait! I don't understand what you're saying!"

As soon as Xiang Shu left, many young men from Tie Le came over, looked at Chen Xing curiously, and began to discuss.

The corner of Chen Xing's mouth twitched, so he nodded politely.

Someone threw him a wet cloth, and Chen Xing hurriedly said: "Thank you." Then he wiped his face, thinking that the hospitality outside the Great Wall is to wash his face first.

Everyone murmured a few more words, and then burst into laughter. Someone pointed to the tent at Chen Xing, and Chen Xing said, "Okay, let's go and rest now, everyone, don't worry about it."

Chen Xing lifted up the tent and entered Xiang Shu's house. He saw a huge blue embroidered blanket on the floor, and there were many furnishings in the room, including bedding, tableware, and short tables. The screen that comes here has good lighting, and the snow-proof windows are opened on the top of the tent, which illuminates the inside very brightly.

There is also a bookshelf in one corner, which is full of ancient books with pictures and texts of various ethnic groups.

But because the owner has been away from home for a long time, things are covered with dust.

The Tiele boy from outside came over again with a bucket of water, pointed at the crime table, patted Chen Xing on the shoulder, and said something in Xianbei language: "Let's start, wipe it clean, and the big order will finish cleaning the king's tent before he comes back. "

Chen Xing looked down at the rag in his hand, then looked at the crowd, and replied politely in Chinese with a smile:

"I'll go to you."