How to Survive As a Villain

The Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven is located halfway up the mountain, on top of 99 steps, and the sunset glow at dusk is like the setting sun of blood, which makes this solemn altar particularly awe-inspiring.

Next to the steps, there is a magnificent temple, full of cigarettes, quiet and solemn.

Yan Heqing frowned slightly: "Where is this?"

"This is the place where the Northern Kingdom worships ancestors and stores relics. Why don't you wait for me here first, and I'll come as soon as I go." Xiao Yu'an looked carefully at Yan Heqing's face and said cautiously.

After all, the tablet of the first emperor is still inside.

Yan Heqing nodded.

Xiao Yu'an patted the ashes off his body, adjusted his clothes a little, got up and walked into the temple.

The sacrificial place was heavily guarded by soldiers, although the guards were surprised by Xiao Yu'an's sudden appearance, they did not dare to stop him, Xiao Yu'an walked into the hall without any hindrance.

There are ancestral tablets in the main hall, all of them are exquisitely decorated, engraved with gold characters, incense is burning in the hall, and there is a fruit plate with pig's head, Xiao Yu'an thought for a while, and bowed down.

In the original book, on the third day after Yan Heqing conquered the Northern Kingdom, he burned it up completely.

The tablets of the ancestors of the ancestors were smashed to pieces, and then discarded at the gate of the city, trampled by thousands of people, like garbage and dust.

Xiao Yu'an raised his head, looked at the solemnity in front of him, and thought of Yan Heqing waiting outside, it seemed like a dream for a while.

After sighing, Xiao Yu'an remembered the purpose of this trip and looked around.

Yan Heqing waited patiently outside the temple, but within a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yu'an's figure appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Yu'an walked in empty-handed, and came out with a sword in his hand. He walked up to Yan Heqing and handed the sword to him: "Here, here you are."

Yan Heqing stared wide-eyed in astonishment, took the sword, and stroked the scabbard carefully.

A lifelike golden dragon is engraved on the hilt of the sword. The blade is thin and sharp, revealing a faint cold light. Yan Heqing lowered his eyes and choked up for a while: "This is..."

"Yes." Xiao Yu'an replied.

This sword was once the sword of Yan Heqing's father, the king of Nanyan Kingdom. After Nanyan Kingdom was destroyed by the former emperor of the Northern Kingdom, Yan Heqing's father used this sword to kill himself on the city wall, weeping blood and mourning.

The former emperor of the Northern Kingdom took it as a trophy and regarded it as his own sword. After death, it became the only relic that was not buried with him and placed it in the temple for future generations to worship. This is why Yan Heqing hates this place so much.

Yan Heqing calmed down, raised his head and looked at Xiao Yu'an: "What's the meaning?"

Xiao Yu'an said with a smile: "It's yours, keep it safe."

Anyway, it is Yan Heqing's in the end, and he will give it sooner or later.

Yan Heqing stared at Xiao Yu'an closely, his eyes fluttered, and his eyes were extremely complicated for a moment. After a long time, he murmured: "Thank you."

Xiao Yu'an shrugged: "It was originally yours, so it can be regarded as returning to the original owner."

Yan Heqing glanced at him again, then turned his back to the temple, put the sword on the ground with both hands, lifted his hem, and knelt down without hesitation.

Facing the dilapidated homeland, below the knees is the eternal silence of mountains and rivers, and above the head is the heaven.

Xiao Yu'an turned around, unwilling to look, for fear that when Yan Heqing raised his head, his eyes would be full of resentment that would destroy the country, and this resentment would eventually condense into a sharp knife and cut on the back of his neck.

For a moment, Xiao Yu'an suddenly heard Yan Heqing calling him, he turned around and saw that Yan Heqing had stood up, holding a sword, his eyes had no resentment or sorrow, they were all indifferent, soft like water, he said: "Go ?"

Xiao Yu'an smiled back at him: "Well, let's go."

It is said that going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult, but Xiao Yu'an's going up the mountain is extremely difficult, and going down the mountain almost wants to roll into a ball and roll down.

Seeing that the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the mountain path was not clear, Xiao Yu'an had to grope for a long time every step, Xiao Yu'an lifted the corners of his robe that was not convenient for walking, and laughed at himself: "I don't want to go, I want to lie down on the spot, and then directly Wait for someone to collect the body."

Yan Heqing pointed to a clean and flat stone by the roadside: "Sit down and rest for a while."

Xiao Yu'an sat down on the rock, rubbed his calves and said with a smile, "I'm walking so slowly, but you're not in a hurry at all."

If he didn't have his oil bottle, Yan Heqing would be able to return to the palace in about an hour.

Yan He looked at him quietly, and said in a calm tone, "You also gave up sitting on the dragon chariot because of me."

Xiao Yu'an didn't expect Yan Heqing to notice this, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The two were silent, and the surroundings were silent. Xiao Yu'an coughed lightly, and just about to break the silence, Yan Heqing suddenly shrank his eyes and rushed forward: "Be careful behind!"

Xiao Yu'an turned his head suddenly, and saw a green snake with a red letter spit out biting him head-on!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Heqing pinched seven inches of the green snake in front of Xiao Yu'an's eyes. Xiao Yu'an was frightened and stood up abruptly, staggered a few steps back, then sprained his foot, fell to the ground, and rolled down the path .

Xiao Yu'an was lying on the ground sprawled, staring at the stars in the sky.

A terribly handsome face looked down, blocking the sky.

Xiao Yu'an asked: "Are you here to collect my body?"

Yan Heqing said, "...No."

Xiao Yu'an waved his hand and asked people to turn their heads away: "Then give me a break, I'm counting the stars, I just found Yaoguang."

Yan Heqing kindly stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Yu'an whose head was probably broken: "Can you stand up?"

Xiao Yu'an held Yan Heqing's hand and stood up with all his strength, but his ankle hurt so badly, Xiao Yu'an frowned: "It hurts so much, I don't know if it was sprained or dislocated."

Yan Heqing had no choice but to help him sit down again, stretched out two fingers, pinched Xiao Yu'an's ankle, groping, testing and pressing.

Xiao Yu'an gasped in pain, Yan Heqing withdrew his hand: "It may be dislocated."

It's really Mercury retrograde.

Xiao Yu'an helplessly patted the dead branches and leaves off his body and head, without being angry or sad, instead he joked to Yan Heqing: "Why don't you leave me here, this is outside the palace city, with your skill, you should escape is that OK."

Yan Heqing stared into his smiling eyes, didn't make a sound, stood up without looking back, and walked away quickly.

Xiao Yu'an was dumbfounded.

Hello! !I'm just kidding! !You really go! ! !

"Yan..." Xiao Yu'an came back to his senses and wanted to call out, but found that Yan Heqing's figure had disappeared into the vast night.

So ruthless!

On behalf of the core values ​​of socialism, I severely condemn your unfriendly behavior! !

Suddenly being abandoned in a remote alleyway, it is impossible to say that he is not wronged, Xiao Yu'an sighed, his heart was desolate, he lay on his back, and continued to count the stars in despair: "Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji..."

When counting to Tianji, Xiao Yu'an suddenly heard the sound of cutting a wooden stick.

Xiao Yu'an was so frightened that he suddenly sat up, and saw Yan Heqing who came back at some time, holding a saber, sitting by the side, cutting off a branch he didn't know where he got it.

Wow, the best sword is used to sharpen a stick, do you hear its cry?

No, no, the point doesn't seem to be this.

Xiao Yu'an said awkwardly, "You, you didn't leave."

Yan Heqing didn't understand why Xiao Yu'an thought of himself so unjustly, so he just didn't bother to talk to others, he cut two wooden sticks, tore off a piece of clothes from himself, fixed Xiao Yu'an's injured foot firmly, then squatted down and lifted Xiao Yu'an's back rise.