In a villa in Zhongzhou Prefecture.

"Hahaha, why do you have to be so polite, sir?"

"If I have time, I will go and see the scenery of Zhongzhou that you have mentioned."

"Just listening to your description, I am already delighted, not longing for it. But you also know that I am busy with official duties. I have already made arrangements for every day. I wake up at sunrise and when the morning dew appears. I can only rest at three o'clock in the morning. I don't know when I can go and see it."

"Your Highness is so diligent, it is a blessing for our dynasty."

"It is also a blessing for the people of the world!"

"Hahaha, why do you talk like those sycophants?"

A handsome man holding a scroll turned around and chatted with a dignified man. They talked about various interesting things in Zhongzhou, laughed and praised from time to time. After a while, the dignified man stood up and said goodbye. The handsome young man smiled and said, "You are busy with official duties. I came here only for some personal matters. I will not keep you."

The voice paused, and then joked: "Otherwise, you and I will be accused of colluding with local officials, and it will be difficult for us to do anything."

The majestic man smiled and said, "Everyone knows that His Majesty values ​​His Royal Highness the Crown Prince very much."

"We are upright and have nothing to fear from our own shadows, so we don't have to worry about this."

The young man said, "We still need to be on our guard."

The majestic man laughed a few times and cupped his hands: "Hahahaha, of course, Your Highness, there is no need to see me off. I'll take my leave."

The young man stood up and smiled as he saw him off. He watched the man go away, then he sat down calmly, holding a scroll in his hand, looking up, not knowing what he was thinking about. Suddenly he said calmly, "Is everything done?"

"yes."

"Take it out and let us see."

A young man who was not as feminine as a man came out, bowed, poured tea for the prince, and then bowed back.

When he came out again, he was holding a tray in his hands.

Place an object on the tray.

It was a roll of white silk with names written in black on it. They were the names left by the army, and the last one was - Cen Yungui, who was fifty-five. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and traveled all over the world. He experienced the battle in Mobei in the seventh year of Tianlong, the battle of the rift in the demon country, the battle to quell the invasion of the Suzaku tribe in the south... He accumulated military merits and had 163 demon heads in the military tent. He was called the Iron Cavalry Captain because of his military exploits. He wore heavy armor and wielded a sword to conquer the world.

Next to this simple introduction to the name, there is a pen and a small piece of cinnabar.

The prince picked up the pen and looked at the name, not knowing what he was feeling. He said, "He was born a commoner, but he was able to accumulate military merits and become a cavalry captain. He must be a loyal and brave man, but he does not know military orders."

"But I don't know who owns the world!"

“It’s still a bit stupid.”

He picked up the pen and erased the name.

This represents the name Cen Yungui, this man who had fought for his country for forty years, escaped death countless times, fought bloody battles countless times, drank and sang countless times, the Horse-herding Demon Country no longer existed, and the personal will, at this time, had no ability to resist at all.

The prince put down his pen and waved his hand.

Then the feminine-looking young man unfolded the scroll.

When the roll of white silk was unfolded, the names of the members were written in a complicated manner.

From a lieutenant general of the Yunqi Army to a small soldier, all of them had made great military achievements, but all were erased by the cinnabar pen.

There were red marks all over the white silk.

That's all.

"Twenty-seven. This is the last one."

"The rest are all dead."

The handsome young man nodded and said casually, "By the way, where are the families of these people?"

The feminine man smiled and bowed, saying, "Except for a few clever ones who never had any families, the rest are all [deceased]. The wives' families, fathers' families, mothers' families, and those who were close to them have all been dealt with. We will take action and leave no trace. Your Highness can rest assured."

The prince laughed and scolded: "You don't need to tell me about this matter, just deal with it yourself."

"It made me feel compassionate after hearing this. I probably couldn't drink or sleep well for several days."

"Aren't you here to share my worries?"

The feminine young man replied: "Your Highness needs to write this matter personally."

The prince said, "Haha, you and I grew up together since we were young. You know that I hate trivial things like this the most. Just help me share the burden. Ahem, let's not talk about these boring things. I'm asking about the [Ode to the Great Peng]. Have you collected it?"

"Father wants to change the reign title to 'Genshi for the People'. This famous scholar's article has been a favorite of father for a long time."

"We came to Zhongzhou for this article. Haven't you taken it yet?"

The feminine young man knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me. I will wait a few more days..."

"Why are you kneeling?"

"You are one of my family, different from those untouchables. Stand up."

The prince smiled and asked his confidant to stand up. The latter naturally turned behind the prince and massaged his shoulders.

The prince relaxed, raised his cup to drink tea, and said to himself leisurely: "I came to this Central Plains this time for two things."

"One is to celebrate this 'Ode to the Great Peng', to congratulate the saint."

"The second reason is for my two cousins."

"After all, my cousin is my uncle's eldest son. My father has not been able to kill all of my uncle's subordinates. He can only do it slowly. My cousin cannot die, but he cannot walk around alive either. This time, I have to take him back even if I have to force him. It just happens to be the reason for [congratulating the saint]."

"As for my cousin..."

The prince lowered his eyes, thinking of the time when they played together when they were young, but then he thought of the prince's robes, and finally he sighed and said:

"That's quite clever. Tell me, what should I do?"

The feminine young man said, "I dare not say."

"You don't dare to say it, but you know it? Tell me about it."

"I dare not."

"Well, why not? There are only you and me here. I will forgive you."

So the feminine young man in black clothes lowered his voice and said, "Marriage."

The prince raised his eyes, thinking, "Marriage... yes, I can't kill her, and it may cause some trouble. It's better to send her away for marriage. As for the object of marriage, if it is one of those small countries, there is a chance that my cousin will control the government and endanger me. It just so happens that my father seems to have plans to marry her to the Demon Country..."

"I'll find a reason to marry into the demon country and make peace with it."

"The sky is high and the road is long, so being smart is useless."

The feminine young man said, "Your Highness is wise and kind."

He raised his eyes slightly, as if remembering something very interesting, and whispered something into the prince's ear.

The prince sighed and said, "You are right. If you are more ruthless, you will be like this... Speaking of which, my father died because of those three demon countries. So, as you said, if I marry her to the ruler of one of the demon countries, what do you think my cousin, who is smart and decisive as a man, will do?"

"He committed suicide on the road out of shame."

"Or will you endure humiliation and live in seclusion for the sake of world peace?"

"Or assassinate the ruler of the Demon Nation on their wedding night?"

He held the teacup, and suddenly seemed a little complicated, saying: "However, let's not talk about such things anymore."

"No matter what, I will not marry her to the Demon Country as a marriage."

"I can't do it."

So the feminine young man seemed to sigh, and finally felt regretful.

Then he knelt down, kowtowed and said:

"Your Majesty, please be merciful and forgive me for my lies."

The prince said, "I asked you to say it. There is no one else here. What crime have you committed? Get up."

He held the tea and finally said, "When I was young, I also played with my cousins. At that time, my father and uncle had a harmonious relationship with each other. Whenever my father made a mistake, my uncle would always speak up to protect him. When the plum blossoms were in full bloom, I carried my cousin on my back and played under the tree, while my cousin was just reading there."

"When we are young, we are always immature and think that the relationship between us can last forever."

“How could I have imagined that this would happen?”

"Although I will not send her to those three demon countries to marry, it is difficult for her to stay in the imperial city."

"Brother, you can't bear to imprison your cousin, and you can't bear to marry your sister to the wilderness, but the prince must do this. I will eventually imprison Erlang in the palace, and then marry my cousin to the demon tribe that is friendly to our country."

Suddenly his body moved slightly.

The provincial official also walked out of the courtyard, his steps slow and steady.

For a moment, they all had the illusion that the hairs on their backs stood up, as if some cold sharp blade was pressed against their hearts. Even within the human realm, the vast and boundless destiny of humanity seemed unable to resist it in the slightest. At this moment, the entire courtyard fell into peace and silence, and the only sound they could hear was their own heartbeats.

But this feeling came and went quickly, disappearing almost in an instant.

The prince lowered his eyes and looked at the ripples of tea in the teacup.

What was that just now...

Is it an illusion?

Just when he was feeling extremely anxious, he suddenly heard bursts of crying and shouting. His expression changed slightly, so he stood up and quickly went back to the inner courtyard. He saw several maids and guards brought from the palace, all kneeling and serving a crying child. The child was only a few years old, and was the youngest son of the current emperor.

"Brother, brother."

"I, I'm scared, wuwuwuwu..."

The child ran over crying and hugged the prince.

The prince was very tolerant of the child and asked, "What's wrong?"

This man who could have been the father of the next emperor was still just a child at this moment. He hugged his eldest brother's knees and cried loudly. He couldn't speak clearly. It was not until a long time later that he was comforted and stopped crying. He just sobbed softly and said, "Royal brother, I just had a dream, a very bad dream."

"I dreamed that I found a bird, and then I dreamed that the bird suddenly spread its wings and flew very high."

"I dreamed that I found a small snake. At first, it was only as thick as my finger. It wrapped around my wrist and played with it. Suddenly, it became very tall and big. But, but..."

The child started crying again and said, "I suddenly saw a man holding a sword and slashing the flying bird and dragon in the sky. The blood was all over me and I was scared. Then I woke up crying."

If you don't make a sound, you will be a surprise.

If you don’t fly, then don’t fly. Once you do, soar into the sky.

This strange dream made the prince's expression slightly change, but he still suppressed the changes in his heart. He just squatted down to comfort his brother and said with a smile: "Dreams are just dreams, it doesn't matter, don't think too much."

He reached out to wipe his brother's tears, but was stunned.

There was a slight wound on the child's temple, not big, but real.

There was a slight pause.

Then the prince reacted instantly and said angrily:

"Someone, someone, come!"

"There's a traitor!!!"

…

The sword in Qi Wuhuo's hand whistled.

He used the sword to strike the prince's luck pillar of light. After just one try, he found that the clash of luck actually had little to do with distance.

This [Killing Thief Sword], which also comes from the will of all living beings and a wisp of vital energy, has a restraint on the human luck, which is almost the same as fire burning ice, or it can be said that they restrain each other and melt each other. However, because of this, it can break the extremely strong defense of the human luck and avoid most of the backlash of luck.

But even so, it is still just exempted rather than ignored.

His wrist was shaken with severe pain, and the Killing Thief Sword seemed to be extremely excited, but it only slashed once without any effect. After all, the sword was just trying to condense, its luck was not pure, and compared with the prince's powerful luck light column, it was too weak.

The young Taoist put the sword that killed the thief into its scabbard.

“It really doesn’t work.”

"Even if I try my best, I can't cause any harm to the prince."

"After all, it is modeled after the internal logic of the human destiny. If you want to use the principle of the human destiny [protection] to complete the concept of this sword [killing], isn't that going in the wrong direction?"

"We still have to think of other ways."

He put the sword aside.

He picked up the files and books again and went to the bookshelf to get more that he wanted to know.

With the help of the intersection of luck just now, he caught a glimpse of the white silk covered with ink and cinnabar.

At this moment, he should have put the sword into the sword case and continued to read the classics, but the young Taoist seemed to have an unshakable feeling in his heart. He always felt that some things should not be like this. Why is it like this? The old man who drank the poisoned wine for seven years once fought desperately into the demon country and fought until his legs were completely broken.

Shouldn't he enjoy his old age?

Isn't he a hero?

Thirteen stick monks burned their relics to open up a way forward, six hundred sword practitioners passed away, and ten thousand cavalrymen fought to the end, and only twenty-seven people were left. These twenty-seven people were unknown. They drank poison wine alone for seven years, watched the spring and autumn for seven years, drank poison wine at night, and cried many times while looking at that sword. There are also the souls of more than three million people.

The young Taoist stood quietly for a long time.

He put down the book he had picked up.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword again.

Draw the sword.

The little peacock asked in confusion: "Aqi? Isn't it not allowed?"

The young Taoist replied seriously: "It is impossible to do it, it cannot be done, not that it cannot be done."

"It just occurred to me."

"It seems that being unable to do something and not doing it are not the same thing. Being unable to do something is seeking external results, which is what the Master should do."

“And to do or not to do is to seek Me within.”

“I don’t mean to do it, I just want to do it.”

When the young Taoist grasped the sword, the sword whistled violently in the scabbard.

"A cultivator should calm his mind and see the world, but after seeing the world, I still feel unhappy, so I should draw my sword."

"Since you have no respect for the law, then use force to break the law."

He clenched the sword with his five fingers, and the sword whistled again. He lowered his eyes, and his blue Taoist robe suddenly puffed up.

The general outline of the Hunyuan Sword Canon circulated in his mind.

A sword can cut off the seven emotions within and sever the ordinary desires without.

He held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand. When he applied force slightly, he used his waist, and then his shoulders, elbows, and wrists. The sword body rubbed against the scabbard, making a low clanging sound. The young Taoist had a calm look in his eyes, but when he drew his sword, it exploded. There seemed to be a red aura on the sword body. He only watched the prince's aura light column from afar, and followed the method taught by the fortune teller and slashed it fiercely.

Or maybe, it is to send the luck and obsession of this sword over.

[Punish the evil party in the world and kill the evil spirits in the underground]

The courtyard where the Crown Prince and the little prince were staying temporarily was in complete chaos. Armoured warriors quickly gathered, as well as Buddhist and Taoist practitioners. The Crown Prince had a pair of cold eyes and raised his hand to draw his sword, while the young Hidden Dragon Guard held his sword alertly and lowered his voice to ask, "Is it a battle of luck?"

"Which prince is it?"

"Which prince?"

"Without such status and position, how could one gather such luck and strike forward?"

At this moment, suddenly an extremely tragic and bloody aura erupted again.

Everyone's bodies seemed to be frozen.

The prince suddenly raised his head, and saw the sky suddenly turn red, as if he saw a blood-red sword light slashing down towards his own human destiny, and seemed to hear the roars of countless people. The prince recognized that this was from humanity, and instead relaxed, subconsciously and majestically scolded: "Traitor, do you know that I am the son of the Emperor of Man?"

"Since you are the descendant of our human race, how dare you disobey your superiors and act rashly here!"

"Retreat quickly!!"

He raised his hand and mobilized the energy of humanity to attack and block it.

Like a jade seal.

Make everyone you see and oppress to kneel down.

Die!

But this time, the human destiny that was able to resist the Taoist magical powers and Buddhist spells was shattered.

That bloody aura fell.

It is constantly offset by the good fortune of humanity, but its momentum does not stop at all.

boom!!!

A violent air wave exploded, and the courtyard was almost submerged. The prince's face changed suddenly, as if he had not expected such a change. He took a step back, a battle of luck, but at that moment he only felt a tragic aura that made his heart palpitate and his eyes blank, as if a rough voice was roaring something in his ears, but he could not hear it.

The sound was too faint.

But there are too many and too complicated.

My mind went blank and time passed quickly.

Blood flowed down, and the prince's shoulder was injured by the backlash of this luck.

The pillar of luck and light is still powerful.

That strange bloody luck was shattered by the prince's own humane luck. Even so, the momentum that slashed down at him like a knife, ignoring the loss, although only for a short moment, had a tragic aura. The prince breathed rapidly, and the roll of white silk that was raised in the air was torn into pieces and scattered everywhere.

There is still some sunlight left.

The names erased by cinnabar can still be seen through the cinnabar in the sunlight, like blood-stained figures.

They came in armor, holding swords, and shouted:

The prince finally heard the noisy, weak yet deep roar, as if it burst out from thunder and fire, roaring with blazing anger and unwillingness.

Kill the thief!

Kill the thief!!!

Crash!

The white silk was swept around by the strong wind, names were scattered, and the sunset was like blood.

It seems like there is a sword like the sky, light and sea of ​​clouds.

The luck was condensed and slashed like a sword, heading straight for the prince.