Chapter 771: The river is covered with snow and ice!
Zhaocheng was half sealed off for a period of three years, which was both to summon the disciples and to notify the foreign students stranded in Zhaocheng to leave.
The whole world was in uproar and confused. The world was indeed changing rapidly. Since the collapse of the Han Dynasty, things had changed three times a day in the past few decades, making it hard to keep up.
On the Yellow River, on a day of severe cold, the ice cap stretched from the north to the south, so naturally there were no boatmen. Luo Chu and his party came from the south, and were greatly invited by Zhaocheng. Nothing could be more important than this matter. He had left his country to come here, and when he arrived, he ordered the horses' hooves to be wrapped with cloth, and the wheel tracks to be covered. However, as the horses and carriages moved along, the ice surface, which should have been as solid as a rock, actually cracked. He got off the car and looked at the cracked ice surface in silence, and changed horses. The weather changed from cold to warm, and he had not taken a few steps before he fell on the ice, feeling the biting cold. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up the snow, and the cracked areas seemed to be an illusion from before.
The people of China all did their own things when they were young, but when faced with despair of life and death, they believed in destiny. No matter if they were commoners or kings, princes, generals or ministers, they all said, "I am where I am today because of destiny." They seemed to have accepted the words, but they were unwilling to give up in their hearts.
Luo Chu felt the coldness on his face and thought that this was his fate. He looked around at the people who were anxiously surrounding him and whispered to his grandson Luo Xi, "This is my fate. I cannot move forward. I am conveying my grandfather's last words: I was rebellious when I was young. I thought I had a heavy responsibility and was determined to rule the world. I seized Wu and attacked all directions. I have not seen your face for decades. I am afraid of home.
When I was old, with grey hair and unsteady steps, I was in my twilight years. I was so happy that I burst into tears when my brother invited me to visit him. Then I realized that the ancient Western Ridge and the vast Wu Kingdom were not as good as a single word from my brother, nor as warm as the warmth of my home.
Now I have been killed in the snowstorm. It is my fault. I hope you will not blame me. It is not that I do not want to see you. It is fate. I feel so sad. I bow my head and wish you a long life. May you always be safe. May the King of Su be brilliant and glorious forever. "
After he finished speaking, he died in the biting cold wind. Snow fell on his brows and cheeks, which was so desolate. Above the Yellow River, looking around, there were no birds in the thousands of mountains and all the paths were gone. He had been the king of the South for decades and had watched the glory of Jiangdong for decades, but he died on the ice, in the wind and snow. How absurd!
On the frosty ice of the river, a whimpering sound suddenly arose, accompanied by the whistling of the wind!
Luo Jin was wearing a brocade fur coat, looking at the vast snow. The sky and the earth were all white. There should have been no trace of people on the paths, but there were hurried footsteps running in the inner city. As the footsteps rose and fell, they were breathing heavily. The courtyard was pushed open, making a slightly old creaking sound. A handsome young man walked into the courtyard, took two steps forward, and then knelt directly in the snow. He kowtowed in the snow, with white snow marks everywhere on his forehead and eyebrows. With tears in his eyes, he cried out in a sad voice: "Grandfather, my grandson is late."
Luo Jin walked out of the house when he heard the voice and stood under the eaves. He felt extremely uneasy and asked with a last glimmer of hope: "Erlang, where is your grandfather?"
Luo Xi kowtowed again, almost burying his entire face in the snow. When he raised his head, his face was covered with frost and his eyelashes were covered with icicles. He cried sadly, "Great grandfather, grandfather was riding a horse on the Yellow River. The wind was strong and the snow was cold. He could not move and died in the cold snow. I have come to report the death. Grandfather has a last word to tell you."
Luo Xi burst into tears and uttered his last words.
Luo Jin's body was staggering. In his mind, A Chu was still the bright and handsome young man back then. He took Xiao Qiao to get married in Zhaocheng, and they were so full of vigor and vitality.
For decades, he waited and waited in Zhaocheng, but he only received the news that his brothers had passed away one by one. He leaned against the door and said sadly: "Aqi died young for the Han Dynasty, I am sad; Ayan was trapped in the prison city and died in depression, I am sad; Achu, whom I have not seen for decades, died in the snow on the Zhuolang River, I am sad.
We are brothers from the same family, why am I the only one left?
Okay, okay.
There is no need to worry about King Su, and there is no need to worry about the demise of your family. However, will King Su still be waiting for you at the end of death?
Will we ever meet again?
Achu, Achu, what have you done wrong?
The King of Su is with you!
The King of Su will be with you!
May the King of Su be with you...”
Luo Jin's voice became lower and lower. Can King Su still be with us, the descendants of the Luo family?
Tang Ji helped Luo Xi up from the snow and sighed, "The winters have been getting colder and colder these years. Erlang, please come inside quickly."
She has been with Luo Jin for decades and knows him very well. He had been depressed for a long time when Luo Qi passed away. He had been seriously ill for several months when the obituary of Luo Yan came. Now that Luo Chu has passed away, what should her husband do?
After learning of Luo Chu's death, Luo Jin suffered a great mental blow. His younger brothers all left him, but he, the oldest, was still alive.
When Luo Chu's coffin was transported back to Zhaocheng and buried in the ancestral tomb, when Luo Jin watched Luo Xi personally place Luo Chu's tablet in the ancestral temple, he immediately saw the tablet of Zhaosheng King Luoling standing in front of tens of thousands of people.
"Were you also so heartbroken when you watched your brothers die one by one? Perhaps you were not as painful as I am. The King of Su once stood at the end of death, but now he has disappeared."
There was a continuous cold wind outside the house. All the branches scattered outside Zhaocheng rushed back. By Luoxi's generation, the holy marks had basically disappeared. For example, the Luoqi lineage no longer had the holy marks when Luoqi's descendants were born. But the more this happened, the more important it was for Zhaocheng to invite them. Zhaocheng gathered all the branches, which was almost unheard of.
Luo Jin's face looked a little gray, and his whole body smelled strongly of medicine, as if he had been soaked in a medicine jar. Most of the disciples from various clans met each other for the first time. In this turbulent era, not only the Luo family, but most brothers would never see each other again after parting.
The world had entered the Han Dynasty long ago, but there was not a single piece of Han clothing in the Zhaocheng Palace. Luo Jinduan was in the center, with Tang Ji on the left and Luo Xuan on the right, all wearing dark blue brocade robes with golden phoenixes. Dozens of people were kneeling on both sides, some wearing black, white, or red clothes, all embroidered with golden phoenixes, some with holy marks and some without, and all with their heads bowed waiting to be spoken, all of them were from the Luo family.
Luo Jin's voice sounded at the top with a twilight tone, with deep exhaustion, "Close Zhaocheng, summon all the veins into Zhaocheng, and attract the attention of the world.
I'm sure all the clans are confused and uneasy, wondering why their family is behaving so abnormally.
Before you all returned to Zhaocheng, I had thought about it many times, how should I tell you about this?
There are so many things to think about, and I can't make sense of them. How can I tell you?
The sky is falling.
Our Luo family's world has collapsed."
One word can cause a thousand waves!
Everyone in the hall trembled and looked at Luo Jin in disbelief. There are many people in this world, and everyone has his or her own piece of sky in his or her heart.
Buddha is the heaven of Buddhists, Tianyi Lord is the heaven of Taiping Dao, Taishang Laojun is the heaven of Taoists, the Chu people regard Taiyi as the heaven, the Qin people regard Shaohao as the heaven, and the Zhou people once regarded Haotian as the heaven.
Even in the hearts of many people, King Zhaosheng is the sky.
He holds the Su Wang's magic staff, always standing in the light, carrying out the Su Wang's will and carrying out the Su Wang's oracles.
But there is only one sky for the Luo family, and that is King Su, the supreme and holy Emperor Su Wang. He lowers his eyes over the land of China, and thus the Luo family has been prosperous for 1,300 years.
But what does the head of the Luo family say now?
It is said that Luo’s world has collapsed!
They would rather believe that the princes of the world do not want to see Luo Rutian and then attack Luo, than believe that there will be any accidents with the Emperor Su Wang.
Luo Jin's eyes and brows showed an expression of extreme haggardness. The high priestess Luo Xuan held the sacred staff without saying a word, but her face was so cold that everyone had to believe it.
No wonder!
No wonder the patriarch summoned all the clans back to Zhaocheng.
No wonder the owner wanted to close Zhaocheng.
As expected, there must be a reason for abnormal things, but this reason is too big, so big that it is unacceptable.
Luo Jin coughed twice, and felt the severe cold in his lungs warm up a little. He said in a hoarse voice: "The Luo family has been established for 1,300 years. The paths followed by the clan leaders and descendants of each generation are different, but there are only two ways in the end: to promote the traditional Chinese way and prolong the life of the family.
For thousands of years, King Su rarely interfered with the family. One of his goals was to repel the barbarians, and the other was to expand the Western Regions. From this, we can see King Su's intentions.
With the blessing of the Su King, the family prospers. The thousand-year-old family continues to exist without end. There is no other family like it under the sun!
Under the radiance of King Su, all states of Xia prospered. Although divided into many countries, they all became strong armies. Yan expanded to Liaodong, Xia guarded the Western Regions, Wu pacified the Yue people, and even Shu made achievements in the development of the southern barbarians.
The Taoist tradition of the Chinese nation seems to be indestructible.
However, the affairs of the world are either determined by human power or destiny.
Before disappearing, Emperor Suwang left behind a prophecy, saying that the Hu people had obtained the Mandate of Heaven and only the Luo clan could pacify them.
With just a few words, I have no idea what the King of Su means!
All we know is that the Heavens have been brewing for three hundred years, and will be brewing for three hundred years. They will integrate into the Chinese world with swords, blood, and fire.
The Su Wang won't allow it!"
This statement is earth-shattering!
Since the Zhou Dynasty, people have been resisting the will of heaven for a thousand years. Why are they doing the same now?
Luo Xuan had never heard Luo Jin talk about this before, and asked in surprise: "Brother, the Xia people are prosperous, why are the Hu people so prosperous?"
Luo Jin sighed and said, "Can we forget what happened during the Bang Zhou period?
Today, Liaodong is experiencing severe cold, and the Yan State has relocated its troops inland. The achievements of the past 150 years have been lost in one day. The King of Xia has died, and the Western Regions are in chaos. They are no longer useful and have also dissipated.
There has never been a country that has lasted forever. When the Xia Dynasty was prosperous, the heroes were as brilliant as stars. But when it declined, within a few decades, the heroes of various countries all withered away, and their successors were insignificant.
As one grows stronger, the other declines. The Hu people are in high spirits and there may be a genius who will appear again in the world.
When King Su disappeared, I thought for a long time, how will the Luo family survive in this world?
Without King Su, can we still shoulder the responsibility that was once as high as a mountain and as deep as an abyss?
Until I was in the ancestral temple, listening to the song of praise to the emperor.
May the King live forever and may the Xia Dynasty be glorious and bright!
The spirit of King Su is in the sky, bestowing great light upon all the people of China!
This is exactly the will of King Su. The family was born for King Su, so how could they betray the will of King Su?
Our ancestors went through fire and water for generations, and countless people sacrificed their lives for us. How can we abandon this at this moment?
If we shrink back from the prospect of death, how are we any different from those who do?
Despite all the difficulties and dangers, we will continue along this path.”
Luo Xi bowed and walked out of the line, prostrating himself in the hall, trembling deeply as he said, "Grandfather, the rise and fall of the family is the responsibility of the children. Please tell me what the family should do. I will obey the orders of the head of the family until I die."
All the meridians came out and crawled on the ground. Looking from above, they looked like a tide kneeling and bowing.
Luo Jin's voice was still hoarse as he spoke word by word: "I want my family and clan to move to Liaodong!"
After Luo Jin said this, the hall fell into silence again, with only the heavy breathing and Luo Jin's hoarse voice echoing.
"My ancestors once said that the white mountains and black waters of Liaodong are extremely cold and bitter, and the ethnic groups born from this place are all brave and difficult to rule. Now there are two ethnic groups in the world that originated from this place. One is the Xianbei who defeated the tribes on the grassland, and the other is the Yan State who first defeated Gongsun and then Yuan Shao, using a small piece of land to make it difficult for the Han State to conquer Youzhou. This is exactly what my ancestors said. I want my family to be rebuilt between the white mountains and black waters. I want the sons of the Luo family to take root in this cold place from now on, gather all the Hu people, and wait for the catastrophe that the heavens have in store for us."
Luo Jin's voice was filled with the smell of blood. Everyone who was crawling in the hall looked at him sideways. Luo Xuan also crawled sideways on the ground, then raised her head and asked, "Brother, why is it so?
Wouldn't it be safer to sit in the Central Plains, unite with other countries, and fight against the Hu people together?"
What Luo Xuan said was exactly what everyone in the hall was thinking. Luo Jin's face was extremely cold and he said, "The Yan State has been relocated, the Western Regions are in turmoil, and the Central Plains is in a state of conflict.
Why did Wu's elite soldiers travel 2,000 miles to the north to attack the Hu people? Would Yan allow Han to pass through its borders? Would Shu dare to send troops through Wei's territory?
Moreover, King Su said that this is the will of heaven. If you can win for a moment, can you win for a lifetime or ten lifetimes?
Luo Shi must step onto the battlefield.
Now that King Su is missing, truth cannot be hidden. Zhaocheng is a place of war on all sides. If our clan stays in the Central Plains, won’t we be courting our own destruction?
When the Qin State unified the six kingdoms, our people fled to the south of the sky. This is the same idea.
Liaodong is a cold land with white mountains and black waters, and people live by fishing and hunting, but our people are born with the ability to withstand the severe cold, can catch fish and birds, and have the heart of a medical saint, so it is not difficult to survive. Although it is difficult and hard, at least the family can be safe, which is just right for the family at this moment."
The meaning of Luo Jin's words was too obvious, he did not trust the princes!
He believed that once the Luo family lost their biggest trump card, the princes and even future kings would turn against them.
The Luo family is a thorn in the side of any royal family.
Zhaocheng is an isolated city surrounded by enemies. Facing a country, it has no power to resist.
Instead of fleeing everywhere, it would be better to escape directly to Liaodong and build a city. That place is sparsely populated and the Central Plains army will never be able to attack there. Only the Luo family, who possesses many talents, can survive there.
His words were like thunder, and their sound pierced their ears. All the young men from different clans were shocked. They had never known that the head of the family was so pessimistic. However, when they thought about it carefully, they felt that it was exactly the case.
Luo Xi kowtowed again and asked in a deep voice: "Grandfather, I will obey your command. I have a question. How is Zhaocheng?"
yes.
People can move away, but what about Zhaocheng?
Is it going to be abandoned?
Is this the end of us?
Where do the souls of our ancestors go?
Luo Jin said with a slightly hazy look in his eyes: "Zhaocheng will turn into a swamp, a place devoid of life and overgrown with rainforests. No one will enter Zhaocheng until the Su King returns and the divine staff representing light strikes this land again."
Swampland!
Luo Xi, who came from the country of Wan Ze in Jiangdong, knew it best. He kowtowed in a daze.
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The sky was filled with murderous intent, and Zhaocheng was hit by heavy rain. The rain poured down like a bucket, and even the water flowed into the Yellow River, but it was still not enough. The Luo family moved away, and within a few months, the city became a swamp. After another year, the forests grew extremely dense, and there were no traces of people. It was called Luoze. - "Guangji Yiwen"
(End of this chapter)
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