114. Blood
When Shang Changheng said he was not in a hurry, he really was not in a hurry.
When they passed through mountains and rivers, they stopped to look at the mountains and rivers; when they passed through towns, they rested in foreign lands. Although the bronze talisman allowed Qingling to walk among the crowd with confidence, he still preferred to walk along the mountains and rivers with Shang Changheng. After the autumn, the sky was blue, the ground was covered with yellow leaves, and the setting sun hung in the west.
Qing Ling was standing on the top of the mountain. When he was at the foot of the mountain, it seemed as if he could touch the Golden Crow with just one hand. However, when he really reached the top, he found that even if the sunset was destined to set in the west, he could not catch up with it. The afterglow falling on his fingertips seemed to be the last favor of the rising sun.
The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are covered with falling light.
Qingling looked at the mountains in the distance, then suddenly turned around, put her arms around Shang Changheng's neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.
The mountain breeze blew their hair, and half of the long hair passed through the years and the entanglement of life and death. Qingling raised his eyes and saw that Shang Changheng's eyes were reflected with the color of the mountains and the glow of the sunset, as well as himself.
After the kiss, Qing Ling took a long while to relax, and suddenly chuckled, "After leaving Lincang, we have traveled to many places."
The laughter spread in the wind.
After a long while, Shang Changheng rubbed his hair and whispered, "The territory of Daxia is much larger than that of the former Dazhou. Qingling, do you want to travel all over this land?"
"That will take a very long time." Qing Ling thought for a while, "The summer is too big, I can go out for a walk when the weather is warm, and go home when winter comes, and wait until next spring——"
Shang Changheng's slow voice sounded like a sigh, "We won't get very far if we keep going back and forth like this."
"People can't reach the end of the world." Qing Ling gently stroked the handsome pale face, his eyes soft, "But... every inch of mountains and rivers you walk through is the end of the world."
Shang Changheng looked at him.
Qing Ling smiled at him, "Chang Heng, we have also been to the ends of the earth, this is it."
Shang Changheng looked very sad at that moment.
He pressed Qingling's head down and let him lie in his arms, looking at the distant horizon, thinking that Qingling, who had not yet turned 19, still had many, many years to come, and his end of the world should not be here.
Qingling was born in winter, and his birthday is after the light snow season, which is actually less than two months away.
Two months.
Reincarnation has drawn a circle in the dark, which began thousands of years ago and is now nearing its end, and fate is always caught in the middle of it.
One month later, two days after Cold Dew.
Shang Changheng brought Qingling to the outskirts of Luyuan City. The walls of the ancient capital were towering, and the sound of the wind seemed to be a thousand-year-old song, but things and people had changed after all. The royal capital of a thousand years ago now seemed a little depressed and dilapidated. Shang Changheng settled Qingling in the inn. Qingling had put on thick clothes, but Shang Changheng was still wearing the clothes that Qingling had burned for him in Lincang.
Dusk is approaching.
Qingling stood by the window and someone hugged his waist from behind.
"Qingling, you stay here."
Qing Ling was silent for a long time. He reached out and grabbed Shang Changheng's wrist with such force that his hand trembled.
"I thought..." Qing Ling tried to speak calmly, but still paused for a moment because of sobbing, "You would leave directly."
His long hair was lifted up, and Shang Changheng's kiss fell on the back of his neck.
"I've thought about it, a lot, Qingling." Shang Changheng's voice trembled because he was suppressing something. "I also thought about pretending to kill you. Didn't you say that if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't like me anymore, but I still think... you and I should have a better ending, so that when you think of me in the future, at least... it won't be all painful and sad memories. Hate is not easier than love. I think you can... I..."
I think you can remember my kindness and live a better life.
Evil ghosts have no tears, but Qingling felt that Shang Changheng was already crying.
Qing Ling pursed his lips to suppress his tears. He sniffed and smiled in a relaxed manner, "It's already this time, you have to tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Shang Changjun and Qingjie have been colluding with each other for many years. They have created more than three corpses." Shang Changheng said, "Shang Changjun couldn't control them, so he buried them in the tomb with my bones to guard the mausoleum, but the others... the others were buried outside the royal capital. Shang Changjun instigated the Yinxing to kill so that the Great Xia Yinxing would have no time to pay attention to his actions. His body that has taken over another body can't last long. Perhaps if he takes over another body, his soul will be scattered. He doesn't have time."
Qing Ling immediately understood what Shang Changjun wanted to do, but he was still confused, "What does he want to do? Restore the Great Zhou? If he makes such a big move, the Heaven will not let him go."
"So he prepared for a thousand years." Shang Changheng said, "He prepared a large formation that was enough to deceive the way of heaven."
Qing Ling still found it absurd, "So what? Massacre a city and you're considered to be restoring the Zhou Dynasty?"
"No." Shang Changheng denied, and said slowly, "He just wanted to... be the chess player for once."
Qing Ling thought of the gloom between the young emperor's eyebrows. He held Shang Changheng's hand tightly, "So...what do you want to do?"
"Only he can make those... Great Zhou soldiers come out of the ground." Shang Changheng pried open Qing Ling's fingers bit by bit, and then suddenly held his fingers and interlocked them with his, "I'm going to break his formation."
Qingling closed his eyes, but his long eyelashes were wet with tears.
Breaking the formation will attract the attention of heaven, which will bring down divine punishment. By then, everything that should have turned to dust thousands of years ago will disappear completely, and all the evil spirits that should not exist in the world will be cleansed.
Including the people he likes.
"Chang Heng, go ahead."
Qingling let go of his hand.
The person behind him didn't speak for a long time, and his breath suddenly faded away.
Qingling clenched his palms loosely, the invisible red thread still tied them together.
The road is not over yet.
The night is not over yet.
In the brightly lit guest room, Qing Ling was drawing talismans at the table with an expressionless face. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and his handsome brows suddenly frowned.
Qing Ling pushed the door open, and was suddenly surprised. He saw Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan outside the door. They looked quite disheveled. Zhu Lezhi's hair was a little messy, and Miao Yuan had a scratch on his face.
"you…"
"Don't worry about us for now." Zhu Lezhi closed the door after entering the room, and looked at Qingling with a complicated expression, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I knew you would definitely come to Luyuan. Qingling, let me tell you the truth first. The seal of the two people in Huangshanling has been broken. The senior seniors in the Yinxing also know about Senior Shang's affairs. People in the Yinxing will not stand idly by when such an evil spirit that can cause a big mess can't be killed. What's more... it's better to kill ten thousand people by mistake. Regardless of whether Senior Shang has the heart to restore the Great Zhou, the world of the living cannot do without him. You are the key to Senior Shang's stay in the mortal world. As long as you die, the Heaven and the Underworld will not let such a big evil spirit stay in the mortal world. Do you understand?"
Qing Ling, who has always been afraid of death, had no expression on his face.
It is difficult for mortals to defeat nature, but the human race has survived to this day precisely because there are people who dare to face death with their flesh and blood.
At this point, Qingling couldn't blame anyone. He just felt that it was fate playing tricks on him and it was a bit ridiculous.
He asked, "So they want to kill me?"
"Yes, but don't worry, Mr. Qing." Miao Yuan said, "Fortunately, you got the bronze talisman, so they can't find you for the time being. Luyuan has people from the Zhu family who have tried their best to cover your whereabouts, but... Donor Qing, I just want to ask you one question."
Qingling looked at him.
Miao Yuan said solemnly: "What do you guys want to do?"
Qingling suddenly understood.
The ones who came to him were Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi, because just like the time of heaven punishment, they chose to go along with him.
Qing Ling raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a brief and shallow smile.
"Chang Heng has never done anything that endangers the world." Qing Ling said softly, "In the past, he held a sword to protect the country. He was the god of war Chong Xiao admired by everyone. It is the same now. Shang Changjun has been planning for a thousand years and buried the Great Zhou Iron Cavalry who have been transformed into evil corpses outside Luyuan City. Chang Heng is their commander, and he is going to take his soldiers home."
Qingling certainly understood Shang Changheng.
Evil ghosts are not supposed to have humanity. Even Shang Changheng himself does not think that he is the former King Xiang of Zhou. He is sinister and cruel, with mood swings, but the evil spirit just moved him. When he looks back, his unforgettable memories are all painful, but looking forward, he still made the same choice as before.
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Outside the city is a wilderness, and outside Luyuan City there are picturesque mountains and clear waters. The terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but if a hole is torn open, it will not be easy to defend.
Shang Changheng actually didn't quite remember what Qingling said. His past days were peaceful, but in his memory were all death, scarlet blood, and broken limbs. The battle outside Luyuan City was even more tragic. It was the last struggle and resistance of the soldiers and people of the Great Zhou in desperation.
Nowadays, the mountain roads and waterways have changed a lot, but you can still see some shadows of the past. Shang Changheng appeared on the top of the mountain and saw Shang Changjun sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Brother, you're here." Shang Changjun turned around and smiled, then his eyes passed Shang Changheng and fell on the shadow of Luyuan City in the distance, and he said softly: "Do you know why I chose to be here?"
Shang Changheng said nothing.
Shang Changjun then talked to himself, "In fact, if I could, I would like to put the entire Daxia...even those messy small countries in the formation. The human world is nothing but a chessboard. I really want to overturn this chessboard, but unfortunately, human power is still too weak. Even if I use your Tao heart that I have cultivated for several lifetimes, brother, I can only take back my home."
"Stop talking nonsense." Shang Changheng said coldly, "When will we start?"
"Tomorrow night, that's a good time." Shang Changjun laughed again, "In fact, brother, if you had gone with that guy named Zhu back then, maybe you could have really achieved immortality."
Shang Changheng was stunned. "What?"
"Oh, yes, you are a fierce ghost, you don't remember a lot of things." Shang Changjun turned his head, facing Shang Changheng, and said slowly: "I heard from my father that before you left the capital, there was a Taoist priest named Zhu, who was also familiar with the old man Qingjie. He probably knew that the fall of the Great Zhou was a foregone conclusion, and wanted to take you to practice, saying that you have completed your ten lives, and if you leave the mortal world now, you can get the right result. You didn't go with him, but worshipped Wei Shanfu as your master."
When talking about these old stories, Shang Changjun knows them like the back of his hand.
He laughed again, "Look, in these thousands of years, I am the only one who remembers these things. I am the only one who remembers them."
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