Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

I'm going to die too?

I want to accompany that foolish boy into the earth...

His heart was already jumping into his throat, and the boy's clothes were wet with sweat. His shoulders were trembling, and his face was full of despair.The common people cherish their lives, not to mention a young man who has just seen the prosperous scenery of the world, but where can he go if there are iron horses in the secret room.

Looking playfully at the pale-faced Amber Chen, the woman smiled and clapped her hands suddenly.The screams came from outside the secret room, followed by howling ghosts and wolves.

An Bochen knew what was going on without looking, but he still couldn't help shaking his shoulders and looking out through the half-closed iron door.The watery moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, but there was half a thin body lying sideways, blood gurgling out, staining the moonlight scarlet, hurting the boy's eyes, and tears streaming down his cheeks unstoppably.

"However, who knows if Mr. Li suddenly became enlightened at the moment before he died."

The smiling voice echoed in his ears, his eyes were blurred with tears, and the candlelight was flickering. An Bochen looked up, and his eyes fell on the woman's eyes full of mischief.

He has seen this look many times, no matter in or out of the play, it's like a cat playing with a mouse.

Subconsciously, an idea flashed in An Bochen's mind.

If she hadn't shown a bit of a difference as she said, maybe she wouldn't have been like this, and would have killed herself with a sword.

The crisp applause sounded again, followed by another scream. An Bochen felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"don't want....."

"Hee hee, I can't help it anymore. Let me spare them, but you have to solve the riddle of the poem on the wall."

Hearing this, An Bochen's expression froze. Before he could speak, the applause rang out again. Looking up, No. 2 servant boy had fallen into a pool of blood, leaving only the chubby Li family who came from Yuanjing Village together with him. .

After four years of being a servant boy with ink by the side of the young master who is like a wild crane, he went boating on the lake, washed ink and brushes, perhaps inadvertently, An Bochen gradually developed a bit of a leisurely temperament. In front of Xiaopang, he turned back into the submissive tenant son in the small village.Others don't know, but An Bochen knows that this Li family chubby is actually from a wealthy family, because when the young master was wandering around Yuanjing Village, Li Yuanwai just came back from the capital to deliver food, and he heard people talk about the legendary deeds of Mr. Li. In the village, he suddenly saw Mr. Pianpian Zhuo Shijia, and after some inquiries, he naturally knew the identity of Mr. Li.Although Li Yuanwai has more than 80 acres of fertile land and rich family resources, he is only rich. He likes to eat, drink and play, but he doesn't live up to his ambitions in reading, so he was cruel and lent Li Xiaopang to the young master as a servant, but he wanted to try his luck and go to Beijing to get a bit of nobility.

Although he hates his son, but Li Yuanwai is also reluctant to let his sweetheart endure hardships outside, so An Bochen, a son of the family tenant, comes to Beijing with him, named Jietong, but in fact he helps Li Xiaopang in private.Li Xiaopang also involuntarily followed Mr. Li, but his father's fate was difficult, so he had to bite the bullet and be that servant boy. He had already suppressed his anger in secret and suppressed it on weekdays, but when he saw An Bochen, who was born as a tenant, the young master lost his temper Come up, inevitably a meal of cynicism.Often at that time, An Bochen would always stand still in a daze, letting his former little master insult him in every possible way, as if he was not in the capital, but returned to Yuanjing Village.

This kind of thing has been bumped into by the young master several times. An Bochen thought that the young master would stop it, but for some reason, the young master just watched quietly, then turned and walked away.Until now, An Bochen still remembers the young master's eyes as if he was watching a play at that time.

......

"If you procrastinate any longer, you won't even be able to keep the last one."

Seeing An Bochen's complex expression, the woman chuckled and said, her right hand was raised, but she didn't drop it immediately.

"Your young master has written a lot of poems in his life, maybe he just wants to use this poem to quote other poems. If you think about it carefully, I will give you half a stick of incense time this time."

It would be best for the Li family chubby to die, but if he dies, it will be my turn next.

With his mind in a mess, An Bochen wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried hard to recall the poems and songs written by the young master during his lifetime, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out a clue.

The cold wind hit, blowing the candlelight flickering and flickering, in the shadow of the candle, the jade-white but blood-stained hand was about to fall down.

"and many more!"

"Why, did you find it?"

Doubt floated in her eyes, and the woman asked An Bochen.

"not yet......"

"Then why are you screaming?"

The woman glared at the boy angrily, then turned her eyes to the wall, chanted twice, and said with a sneer.

"This poem of Qijue is really nonsense, so it's possible that Mr. Li is also a deceitful person."

Qijue...wait...

The young man was startled suddenly, and the quatrains written by the young master once again flashed in his mind, and the next moment, his heart jumped up.

The young master is good at writing poems and songs, but in the quatrains, he only writes the five musts, but he left a seven musts before he died. Is it possible...

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen forced himself to calm down, looked at the wall intently, and muttered.

"The smoke in the 99 pavilions, the dust and the thousands of buildings. The stage is looking forward to each other, and the king is slow to love each other... Take the first twenty characters and five or five sentences. Although the rhyme of the quatrains is lost, it can also be turned into a poem. There are hidden mysteries in the poem. It’s nothing more than a hidden head and a hidden tail. The quatrains have a triple rhyme of the first, second, and last, that is, one, two, four sentences...Yanlousi? No, no...then... Lord Jiuchen?"

An Bochen stared straight at the blood-stained quatrains on the wall, his face full of disbelief.

Lord Jiuchen... Lord Jiuchen!

Others don't know, but as Mr. Li's servant boy, how could he not know what Mr. Jiuchen is? It's just that he never thought that these people forced Mr. Li to death just to get that unremarkable puppet.

Also shocked was the woman who was playing with a sword on the side.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't want to find anything from the quatrains. She stayed here just to plan to kill Liu Jiaoxi, who was handpicked by the lord, and to let An Bochen explain the poetry fans, just to have fun and pass the long time. Uninteresting cold night.

But who would have thought that this seemingly inconspicuous young servant boy would actually figure it out!

Listening to his words and looking at his looks, Wang Xiner can be sure that this young man must know something.

Could it be that the legend is true?There really are immortal cheats in this world...the immortals are still alive?

The bleak moonlight climbed over the window lattice, entered the secret room, and flowed among the candles, milky white like mist, bright like a halo, turning into legends about immortals thousands of years ago, covering the woman and the boy.

Riding the wind and controlling the universe, the brilliance of a sword stretches across thousands of places, whistling through the clouds, and a long song spans three thousand years.Water and fire are invincible, eat thunder and overcome calamities, and one pill equals heaven's longevity.Capturing a dragon as a rider, with a crane as a companion, one way to transform into another... Even in this age when the immortal has died for thousands of years, the legend of the immortal is still circulating in the streets and alleys, and in the teahouses of the city. And the actors in the theater are accompanied by ancient music to imitate the fairy's escape from the dust vividly.

However, everything about immortals is nothing more than a little longing for ordinary people's day-to-day life after they are full of wine and food.People with a little bit of knowledge would not believe that there are real immortals in this world. Even if they did appear thousands of years ago, thousands of years later, the sea has changed.How many princes became common people, and how many reckless princes became princes. The world is full of changes. In the thousands of years of history, there has never been a trace of immortals.

The moonlight dissipated, and the candle burned to the end, gradually dimming.

In the dark secret room, An Bochen clearly felt that the woman was looking at him from the beginning to the end, her gaze was inexplicable, but it was like a light on his back, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Miss, I found out the secret."

Hesitating, the boy turned around and said to the woman, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart.

"understood."

What answered him was the woman's unsalty voice, and... the applause that made Amber Chen's face dull.

"do not want!"

The boy blushed, his legs trembled, and he shouted.

As the woman slapped her palm down blankly, Li's chubby screamed, and his chubby head fell into the pool of blood with a "gudong", which made An Bochen tremble uncontrollably.Not out of sympathy for Li Xiaopang's tragic experience, but thinking that in the future, I will be cut off like them, and then... there will be no more.

From the beginning to the end, this woman was just teasing him. No matter whether she could solve the riddle of the poem, she would kill him mercilessly, just like the cadence sung on the stage, "raise the knife in your hand and drop it with a click, and your head will grunt on the ground. Who knows that a hero's life is short, and 20 years later he will be a hero again!"

An Bochen is not a hero, he is just an ordinary tenant son, just a mere servant boy, but no matter how small or insignificant, he always has emotions, joys and sorrows.

The grievances accumulated for a whole night, or even longer, could no longer be suppressed. The next moment, he got up and staggered towards the woman.

"Mr. Jiuchen...Thank you, young master, for telling me. If the Wang family ever rises again in the future, Xin'er will never forget young master."

A slightly ironic voice came along with the incantation, like a reminder, the candle on the window sill flickered desperately.An Bochen shrank back against the back wall to resist the fear in his heart, but under the shadow of the flickering lamp, his beautiful and beautiful body with bumps was close at hand, and he could no longer move.

Raising the wrist and drawing the sword, scarlet blood flowers bloomed in the secret room, like plum blossoms.

............

Shocked, the young man's body froze, took a deep breath, looked at the yellowed roof, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to realize that the cold sweat had already soaked his back.

He turned over and sat up, startled