That prince
Inside the room, Qin Shu and Ren Xuan were arguing with each other when suddenly there was a gust of wind outside.
The next moment, a dark shadow quietly landed in the corridor and tapped the window frame twice with his fingers.
Qin Shu frowned slightly, paused, and said in a tone of voice: "Come in."
The door opened lightly, and the secret guard rushed into the room, but his eyes paused for a moment between Qin Shu and Ren Xuan.
Obviously, he was a little surprised that Ren Xuan was in Qin Shu's house in the middle of the night.
But he quickly put away his expression and clasped his fists in a salute: "Your Highness, I am General Ren."
"Half a minute ago, several brothers who were on guard nearby were knocked unconscious."
He paused and said truthfully, "I just checked the mansion and confirmed that the three people, Yanshi, Han Chenglie, and Xiao Jingyuan, who were there during the day, are all gone."
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Time goes back to half a quarter of an hour ago.
Before dawn, the sky was as dark as ink.
A figure silently stepped into Han Chenglie's room.
Fang Cun brushed his sleeves and went straight to the point: "I've figured out the four runes that Ren Xuan mentioned last night."
Han Chenglie paused slightly, his expression restrained, and without saying a word, he just stared at him quietly, waiting for what to say next.
Fang Cun's voice was low and his tone was stern: "It's the Great Dry Dragon Vein."
He changed the subject: "The imperial mausoleum in the imperial city happens to be a sealed meridian place."
Fang Cun's eyes were cold, sarcastic, and sharp. "General Han, do you think that either Qin Xuan or Qin Shu would allow you and me to touch the imperial mausoleum and dig up their ancestral graves?"
He sneered, his tone slow but not light: “How can Jamel Xiao’s life be so important in their eyes?”
Han Chenglie was silent for a long time, but his eyes were full of concentration. "...How confident are you?"
Fang Cun said calmly without hesitation, "I will use the talisman source to call upon the dragon veins and start the formation. It will be absolutely safe."
He didn't say "maybe" or "should" -
He just said it was foolproof.
Han Chenglie glanced at him, his eyes devoid of any unnecessary emotion.
The short word hit the ground like a nail: "Go."
It was not yet dawn.
The imperial tomb, which has been closed for a hundred years, is as quiet as a dead city.
Cold dew condensed on the bluestone steps, and footsteps made a crunching sound.
Fang Cun walked slowly to the center of the mausoleum. With a slight movement of his sleeve, a tattered and old formation axis slipped out from between his fingers.
The four-symbol array pattern drawn with cinnabar had long faded and blurred, but the silver-gray talisman bone in its heart was floating slightly, as if sensing something.
He reached into his bosom and pulled out a white blade as thin as a cicada's wing.
The blade had no handle or sheath, but was inscribed with ancient patterns: five dragons entwined, five veins intertwined, and cloud patterns layered on top of each other, with the beginning and the end in a chaotic state, making it difficult to distinguish the beginning and the end.
Fang Cunwei turned his eyes to the side and glanced at Han Chenglie.
Han Chenglie hesitated for a moment, but finally did as he was told. He leaned over and carefully placed Xiao Jingyuan in the center of the formation.
Fang Cun turned his fingertips and the technique appeared in his sleeves.
In an instant, wisps of pale air surged from the deep underground, winding like a dragon.
The dragon energy is moving.
The next moment, the four symbol patterns suddenly lit up.
Cinnabar was like blood, gold threads were like silk, and silver fire split the sky. When the three met, the entire imperial mausoleum was illuminated into a sea of blood in an instant!
Something shattered before Fang Cun's eyes.
It's memory.
In front of the jade steps, under the golden palace.
The prince, wearing royal robes and holding a jade sceptre, tried to protect the offending minister but to no avail.
The crime of treason implicated everyone in the court and the country, from ministers to common officials, and blood was splattered on the golden steps.
But no one asked why so many people wanted to rebel.
Heads fall to the ground, but the singing and dancing continue; the golden cups are still hot, but only the vanity remains.
This country has been rotten to the core.
The palace was still filled with pearl curtains and jade curtains, and the air was filled with music and singing. All the officials were still praising the emperor and his achievements, as if nothing had happened.
Only the prince stepped into the prison of blood and fire alone, and ordered his men to find the son of the guilty minister from among the corpses and the book of sins.
The young man looked calm. He had learned loyalty, filial piety, chastity and righteousness throughout his life. It seemed natural that he should be executed since his family was implicated in a conspiracy case.
Between blood, filth, fire, destiny and human words.
The prince said nothing in the end, but just ordered: "Wash it clean and take it to the Yong'an Palace."
He sighed: "There is no Fang family anymore, give him a new name."
From then on, the son of the guilty minister had a name, an identity, and the destiny of being loyal to one person.
From that day on, there was no longer any Fang family in the court, but the history books began to record this name.
His name is Fang Weian.
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Fang Weian has been practicing martial arts since he was young, and he never stops regardless of the seasons, even when he is injured.
His father taught him to be loyal to the emperor, and his teacher taught him to defend the country.
Teach him to draw his sword and charge into battle without looking back.
However, in the winter of that year, in the Golden Palace, my father and teacher drew their swords before the emperor in front of all the officials.
Blood splattered on the imperial steps and thunder shook the palace.
The four words after "traitor" were like four nails, hammering into his bones and blood inch by inch.
After entering the Yong'an Palace, Fang Weian stopped practicing martial arts.
He was charged with a crime and didn't even have his own name.
Without a teacher or a father, without a reason or a home.
It is still chilly in the palace courtyard in spring.
Under the corner pavilion, Fang Weian stared at the three-inch green sword in his palm, his expression stunned, and he remained silent for a long time.
He finally sighed.
In the cold and quiet morning air, Fang Weian broke the sword.
Seeing this, the prince stopped for a moment and asked, "Why destroy it?"
Fang Weian lowered his eyebrows and said, "My father gave me this sword and taught me to defend my country on the battlefield. Now, it is meaningless."
In the end, he never even saw the frontier.
The prince frowned, but did not mention the importance of the mountains and rivers. It seemed as if he was simply dissatisfied with Fang Weian's breaking of the sword.
"It's fine if you abandon your own ambition, but what is the fault of this sword?"
Fang Weian opened his mouth, but was speechless.
The prince thought for a moment, then handed over the newly forged sword. "Well, since you have a connection with it, I'll give it to you."
Fang Weian took the long sword, urged his soul power lightly, and turned his wrist. With a crisp "click" sound, the sword body was split into two along with the sword's energy.
The pupils of the guards standing beside him suddenly shrank: "How dare you! This sword was forged by His Highness himself—"
Xiao Dingyuan stopped the servant and coughed awkwardly.
Cast by hand...that's why it's brittle.
His Royal Highness the Prince is busy with all kinds of affairs, and hobbies... cannot be used to make a living.
Xiao Dingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming surprised and not surprised: "With such a high level of cultivation, why don't you escape and instead be willing to be imprisoned?"
Fang Weian lowered his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Escape? Where to...?"
As soon as the words fell, the wind started to blow.
Xiao Dingyuan looked calm and unconcerned, smiling calmly: "I don't know where to go, so why not stay here?"
Fang Weian's expression shifted slightly: "Stay... for what?"
The prince before him stood with his hands behind his back, a fierce aura on his face. "You are so skilled in martial arts, how about being my bodyguard?"
Fang Weian's expression remained unchanged, but his tone became a little more severe: "My father taught me that those who practice martial arts should protect their country and their family, not just their own safety."
Xiao Dingyuan remained calm and composed: "You want to go to the battlefield? Very well. If you can make meritorious contributions within a year, I will send you to the battlefield."
Fang Weian raised his eyes slightly, his expression shocked: "I am a criminal, according to the law I cannot take part in the martial arts examination -"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the prince.
Xiao Dingyuan turned half a step, and the spring breeze blew across the long steps, making the branches and leaves rustle slightly.
The red petals fell from the eaves.
The prince's clothes fluttered, and he looked unquestionably proud.
"If you wish, I can make it happen. If you think of it, I have a way."
After saying this, he took off the sword from his waist and handed it out again.
"This sword is entrusted to you. Do not let it down. Your name."
The wind blows through the eaves, and the spring branches begin to sprout.
The prince seemed to have an innate fire in him, which could melt ice, snow, and attract lightning.
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The firelight flickered and the tent was half open.
Fang Cun suddenly pulled himself away from that memory.
He slowly opened his eyes. He had not yet finished turning the pages of the blood-soaked past, but the more he looked, the more he realized that he was in the place where the past was happening.
He was already in it.
Those scenes didn't seem like he was observing them from the sidelines, but more like he was experiencing them firsthand. For a moment, he couldn't even tell whose body he was borrowing.
Outside the tents stood the elite soldiers of the New Dynasty in armored uniforms.
Inside the tent, a private meeting took place.
But in his mind, a sophisticated and treacherous conspiracy was rolling.
Fang Cun narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly where he was, who he was, and what situation he was in.
He raised his hand and slowly placed it on the hilt, overturning the destiny - interesting.
What national destiny, what family and country, what the alternation of old and new, are nothing but shackles that trap others.
Fang Cun never trapped himself in the dilemma of loyalty or rebellion. He always feared that the world would not be in chaos.
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Deep in the imperial mausoleum, the dust has not yet settled.
The flames danced on the stone walls, as if the ghosts of the dead had not yet dispersed.
Han Chenglie stood at the edge of the formation, his clothes slightly disheveled. He noticed that Xiao Jingyuan's body in the formation was actually becoming increasingly ethereal.
It's like being peeled away from this world bit by bit.
Han Chenglie stepped forward quickly, squatted down, and tried to detect the opponent's breath, but found that his fingertips had pierced through the opponent's arm bones.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and took a step back.
Jamel Xiao's existence seemed to be swallowed by some force.
Han Chenglie's face suddenly changed. Without hesitation, he quickly took out the communication talisman and called Ren Xuan.
"General Ren!!"
On the other end of the inquiry talisman, Ren Xuan felt his scalp tingling when he heard it, and the premonition that "Fang Cun was up to something" instantly became strong in his heart.
He blurted out: "...Fuck! You don't believe me, but you believe a Yanshi who you've only known for less than a day?!!"
Han Chenglie was silent for a moment. No matter what, he did not trust Xuan's reasoning. He really had no other choice at this point.
Ren Xuan was so angry that he almost laughed. He was still mobilizing people and searching the entire map for the three people who had left without saying goodbye.
What's the result?
Han Chenglie has always been sober, but this time he ran into the pit dug by Fang Cun.
Tsk, it’s also his fault. He forgot to tell Han Chenglie in advance: What kind of person is Fang Cun, the guy who only wants to create chaos in the world?
Ren Xuan was mobilizing people while cursing, "Listen carefully, don't break the formation and don't touch him."
Deep in the imperial mausoleum, the earth's energy was surging.
When Ren Xuan arrived, the atmosphere in the entire mausoleum was already in chaos.
Han Chenglie stood there, his face pale and his expression tense. Xiao Jingyuan's figure was almost indistinguishable, like a shadow half submerged in water.
When Ren Xuan saw it, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
wrong.
This is nothing like what Fang Cun originally said, "using the soul to enter the consciousness."
Fang Cun said that even if he failed in invading the soul and consciousness of the conspirator behind the scenes, it would never harm Xiao Jingyuan, let alone "erase" the entire person from reality.
But the scene before him—it wasn't even a problem with the sea of consciousness, but rather that people were being torn away from reality.
A sharp flash of light flashed across Ren Xuan's eyes.
The sea of consciousness is the sea of consciousness, reality is reality, and there is a huge gap between the two.
And now, that gap seems to be splitting open.
Ren Xuan stepped into the center of the formation, but before he could take a closer look, he suddenly felt a shock in his consciousness.
An inexplicable energy flowed into his body along the veins of the imperial mausoleum. The energy uncontrollably passed through the barrier of his sea of consciousness and resonated with a thought deep in his soul.
He frowned suddenly, and the next moment - the world was silent, and the sound of the wind faded away.
In his sea of consciousness, a twilight golden glow filled his mind. Within the floating light, a figure stood silently.
The man was wearing a royal robe with python patterns, with clear and elegant eyebrows and eyes, standing in the void.
Ren Xuan was stunned, his throat tightened, and he said in surprise: "Your Majesty, you——"
Qin Huaizhang's expression remained the same, but with a hint of calmness polished by time.
Clear, but no longer real.
Qin Huaizhang smiled slightly, his tone gentle, adding a sense of transcendence: "I don't have much time. Fang Cun used the dragon vein to disrupt the time sequence, so I have a chance to escape. Don't ask me yet."
He spoke calmly, "The dragon veins here are disrupted, the earth's energy is overturned, and destiny is merging. This imperial tomb is becoming a seam in another time and space."
Ren Xuan was stunned.
Qin Huaizhang said slowly, "This person is reversing history and twisting cause and effect. The time domain here is unstable and the space is disordered. If he is not stopped, he will break the boundaries of cause and effect."
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