If there is destiny in this world
When I opened my eyes again, the sky and the earth had changed color.
The wind is like a blade, the snow is like a weave, and there is a vast expanse of white before my eyes.
In the border town outside the Great Wall, frost gathers for thousands of miles.
Beiming City? ! !
Ren Xuan's mind buzzed and he was completely stunned.
No wonder Fang Xingfei said that Lu Xiyun didn't remember any of them.
At this point, wasn't Lu Xiyun already dead? !
The wind is strong outside the pass and the sky is as dark as ink.
Ren Xuan looked up and saw a dark figure in the distance on the top of the city wall. His back was slender and silent in the whistling wind.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of white below the city. The sky and earth were vast, and he was alone, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ren Xuan stood at the bottom of the stairs, and for a moment he couldn't figure out where this dream was going.
He walked on the thick snow, climbed the stairs, and climbed onto the city wall: "Your Highness?"
Qin Shu turned his head when he heard the voice and glanced at him indifferently. His eyes were like the still water in a deep pool, neither startled nor turbulent, yet bottomless.
There was neither the tenderness of the past nor the pressure of a superior in those eyes, but it made people feel a little bit of fear.
Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no longer the king of the past, but the ruler of the nine provinces in the world.
He lowered his eyes to collect himself, then bowed and spoke again, "Your Majesty, I just recalled some old memories. My thoughts wandered, and it seemed like a lifetime ago. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Qin Shu slowly withdrew his gaze and asked in the same tone as before: "What did you remember?"
Ren Xuan shook his head, only able to smile softly, as if sighing: "Old people and old things. Just dust."
As the wind blew, the snow became thicker.
Ren Xuan paused, then asked, "What is your Majesty thinking about?"
The wind on the city wall became stronger, making the two men's clothes flutter.
Qin Shu was silent for a moment, then finally spoke. His voice was low, even a little bewildered: "Ren Xuan—he said back then that he would come back to find me once I was 'more normal.'"
He turned his head and looked at Ren Xuan quietly. His dark eyes reflected a stubborn and almost paranoid look: "Ren Xuan, am I not normal enough now?"
Ren Xuan lowered his eyes.
Once again, he didn't know how to respond to Qin Shu.
Beiming City, two years ago, Lu Xiyun died under this city.
That day, hundreds of eyes on the city wall witnessed Lu Xiyun's defeat in the Di army. The dozen or so warriors who surrounded him were at least at the Yuanhua realm.
The aliens stabbed Lu Xiyun with seven spears.
Even gods can’t survive.
By the time the news reached Yunzhong and they sent troops to support, half a year had passed.
The road through the clouds is long, and rushing to help from thousands of miles away is just empty talk.
The fresh snow rustled, swallowing up the broken spears and armor inch by inch, covering the old bloodstains in the mud. They couldn't even find their corpses.
At that time, the imperial city was in the midst of a turbulent political situation - the imperial city was busy with internal strife.
An important frontier town was under siege, and the only imperial order that could be found was that the city could be abandoned if necessary.
The urgent military report sent over eight hundred miles away was gathering dust in the Privy Council's files.
The imperial city's core blocked the news and offered no support or help, leading to this situation.
Qin Shuping blamed everyone equally.
Since Qin Xuan cannot control all the officials, he has no need to be the emperor.
Yunzhong sent troops in January and captured the imperial city in October.
The golden pavilion is covered with dust, the jade palace is shattered and collapsed.
Among the seven cabinet ministers involved, six had their families ruined.
After this, Qin Shu made annual tours to the north, and the commanders of Beiming City were questioned and trained every year because of their unsuccessful searches.
The ice covers thousands of miles, the mountains and rivers are covered with snow, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But the emperor's order was as sharp as a knife, and no one dared to say "no".
Year after year, he accompanied the emperor, doing nothing but sitting on the city wall and staring blankly at the emperor.
In the two years since he ascended the throne, Qin reduced taxes to support the people, stopped wars, and there was no trouble on the border, and the government was at peace.
At least it seems that the emperor is normal.
People even talked about it on the streets: Another wise and benevolent ruler of the new era.
But that wasn't right. Ren Xuan knew it wasn't right. He just thought the emperor was possessed.
Qin Shu is waiting for a dead person to fulfill his promise.
Ren Xuan lowered his head and said nothing. He would have to wait another three years until the garrison of Beiming City went out hunting and he would accidentally find a sword in a blacksmith shop outside the pass.
It was a very simple plain sword, but it had Qin Shu's words engraved on it. It was the sword that Qin Shu had once given to Lu Xiyun.
They followed the sword to the village, and in the wasteland outside the village, they finally found the bones.
A roll of straw mat, buried for a long time.
The corpse and clothes wrapped in the straw mat had been corroded beyond recognition.
The only thing that was intact and recognizable was a "nothing happened" token hanging from the wreckage's belt.
Heavenly-grade craftsmanship will not be eroded by time.
Lu Xiyun has more than one heavenly-grade artifact on him. Perhaps this one is connected to his qi sea and cannot be refined by others.
In short, only this one was left, quietly rotting in the mud with him.
The fragments of bones are scattered and difficult to piece together, but the faintly visible pores on the bones are still there, passing through and leaving indelible erosion marks.
The Halting Nail and the Sealing Blood Arrow are all the work of the Yanshi lineage.
Ren Xuan didn't want to look any closer, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.
The emperor dismissed everyone.
The emperor pieced the wreckage together bit by bit, all by himself, even if it was impossible to piece it together at all.
The place where the left arm should have been was empty. The radius, ulna, carpal bones... were nowhere to be found. They had been taken away.
Ren Xuan didn't know why Yanshi took these away.
Ren Xuan only knew that if there really was destiny in this world, Qin Shu's destiny probably collapsed completely on that day.
The golden palace collapsed, the statues fell to the ground, the gods were silent, and the mountains and rivers were without a master.
The so-called destiny is nothing but a handful of sand that cannot be grasped.
After this, Ren Xuan often saw Qin Shu staring at a piece of paper in a daze.
Ren Xuan thought that perhaps the emperor wanted to send something, but couldn't find the person on the other end.
In the spring of the following year, Qin Shu massacred the Yanshi lineage.
Within three days, twenty thousand corpses lay buried at the Qingshi Ferry. The bones piled up, the river stopped flowing, and the white water turned red.
The next year, Qin Shu launched an army against the Northern Di, with beacon fires lit and thousands of miles of land scorched.
Three years later, Qin Shu stripped the three prefectures of their military power and waged internal wars. The country was filled with terror and the whole court was in a state of panic.
Since then, decades of bloody storms have continued.
It all started on that day.
——That day, he buried Lu Xiyun’s unrepairable remains in the imperial mausoleum.
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Ren Xuan lowered his eyelashes, frowned slightly, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Fang Xingfei once said that the illusion relies on the sea of consciousness. If there is no such person, there will be no dream.
But he remembered that at this time in his previous life, Lu Xiyun was clearly already a 'dead man'.
After all, at this point in time, the memorial tablet with his name on it had been placed at the highest position in the Martyrs' Shrine in Beiming City for a full two years.
Ren Xuan's heart tightened, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Qin Shu in the distance, and realized a horrifying problem.
Could it be that the Dog Emperor is right?!
Could it be that at this moment in the previous life, Lu Xiyun was actually still alive? !
Ren Xuan's mind was filled with thoughts, and he was undecided. After a moment's reflection, he excused himself and left the tower alone.
He led a fast horse and went straight to the village in his memory.
The snow at the entrance of the village had not melted yet, and frost was still hanging on the old willow branches. Ren Xuan reined in his horse and saw another man leading a horse towards him from a distance.
Obviously, Wen Congren, a wise man who has always been clear-headed, thought the same thing as him.
Wen Congren dismounted and walked quickly to meet Ren Xuan, his eyes filled with surprise. "You also thought... Lu Xiyun was not dead at this time?"
Ren Xuan stared at him, said nothing, and just nodded slightly.
He paused, then continued, "But if that's the case...why didn't he go to see Qin Shu? Moreover, the corpse found here three years later was real."
His voice dropped. "What on earth happened in these three years?"
Wen Congren pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "There's one more thing... Shi'an doesn't know these things, nor does he know this village. He might not be able to find this place, nor us."
He paused, and didn't continue. At this point in time, there was no Lu Shian.
Ren Xuan frowned slightly upon hearing this, and waved his sleeves in annoyance: "It's just an illusion in the sea of consciousness, a mixture of reality and illusion. The important thing is to resolve this situation as soon as possible and return home."
Wen Congren nodded in agreement without saying anything more.
The two of them went to the blacksmith shop in the village. After asking around, they found out that Lu Xiyun's sword was not yet in the shop.
Ren Xuan lowered his eyes and said nothing, his gaze slightly narrowed. Sure enough, it was the same thing that happened in the past three years.
While he was thinking, Wen Congren suddenly tugged at Ren Xuan's sleeve.
A young man lifted the thick felt hanging on the shop door and walked in, covered in snow.
The young man's right sleeve was empty, and he was holding a bundle of firewood in one hand.
The blacksmith quickly stepped forward, took the bundle of firewood, and said angrily, "It's freezing cold. I told you to go tomorrow, so why did you come down the mountain without permission?"
The young man nodded without arguing and sat down beside the charcoal fire in the house: "Uncle Lin, I want some hot tea."
The blacksmith was so annoyed by his limp appearance that he lost his temper. He turned around to pour tea while nagging: "Are you frozen silly? Wait."
Ren Xuan and Wen Congren exchanged glances.
The young man in front of them was roasting himself by the fire, ignoring the two of them and not even recognizing their appearance.
No, Ren Xuan's heart sank slightly, and he sighed in his heart, with Lu Xiyun's cultivation level at the Yuanhua realm, how could he be afraid of the cold?
He immediately went over to the charcoal fire in the room, sat down on the floor, and started chatting like a stranger, "Judging from your accent, you're not from the north, are you?"
The young man seemed to be thinking seriously. He nodded, then shook his head slightly, and could not answer. He only said vaguely: "I should be from the south."
As they were talking, the blacksmith handed a bowl of hot tea to the young man and reminded him, "Be careful of the burns."
The blacksmith took over the conversation and said with a smile, "Yingfeng, I guess you're probably from Gan. Every time you get lost, you always go in the direction of Da Gan."
Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows and slowed down his tone: "Your name is... Lu Yingfeng?"
The young man was stunned and looked up at him with a look of surprise: "How did you know?"
What a guy, he used his brother's name every day, and now that he has lost his memory, the fake name has become real.
Ren Xuan's eyes were calm, and he probably understood what was going on, but he continued, "To be honest, the two of us came here specifically to find you, as someone asked us to. Your family has been looking for you for a long time."
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