At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The weather was very good, and the weather was very good.

In Lanling City, there was a dead silence within a radius of five kilometers, and the entire area was shrouded in purple miasma.

An army of a hundred people surrounded by a golden sedan chair was slowly moving, and was about to enter Lanling City.

The leader of the Hu Ben Army, Centurion Wang Baishi, suddenly raised his right fist, and the entire army stopped immediately.

The total number of the Hu Ben Army in Beili was only two thousand, but these two thousand Hu Ben Army could match an army of twenty thousand.

Even the double-blade Yezi Camp with the same number of people did not necessarily have an advantage.

The two armies of the Tiger Guards had a total of ten centurions and two thousand captains, all of whom were iron pagodas on the battlefield.

Born fearless, fighting to the end, experienced and a killer who harvested lives on the battlefield.

But at this time, the centurion showed a solemnity that he had never had before.

Gaga!

Accompanied by a burst of shrill bird calls, thousands of black crows flew over the city. When they flew over the head, it was dark and the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

Wang Baishi retreated. Not only was the gate of Lanling City closed, but even the noise in the city could not be heard.

The villages and towns where the army passed were empty.

He had been hovering on the edge of death for many years, and his intuition told him that there was a great terror in this city.

Not to mention him, even Jin Xuan felt that there was an unsettling smell in the air.

The smell of rotting corpses...

Emperor Mingde walked out of the sedan slowly, looking at the dead city of Lanling, with a faint sign of death between his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, this city is strange. There is an unknown miasma within a radius of five kilometers. No people, birds or animals are seen outside the city, and no noisy market sounds are heard inside the city. Please take care of your safety and leave here temporarily." Jin Xuan lowered his head and said solemnly.

Seeing that Emperor Mingde had not responded yet, he just stared at the city for a long time.

So, Jin Xuan said again: "I think this place is definitely not a place to stay for a long time!"

Wang Baishi, the chief of Baifu, also stepped forward and agreed with Jin Xuan's suggestion.

Emperor Mingde frowned. There was some blood on the plaque of the city that had not yet dried, and the bright red font was eye-catching.

Chu Ge!

Seeing these two words, Emperor Mingde was slightly stunned. He seemed to recall something, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Since the founding of the dynasty, the power and position of historians have been higher than that of the Northern Li Protector of the State. Their power is above that of the Taishi, and they are almost not restricted by the emperor.

Historians can independently fabricate history and manage history books, and no one has the right to interfere, which to a certain extent guarantees the authenticity of historical events.

However, the turning point for historians was in the previous dynasty, that is, during the Tai'an period.

After the previous emperor ascended the throne, the status of historians began to be restricted, and the appointment of historians was decided by the emperor, not hereditary.

That is, since the previous dynasty, history books have been written by the victors.

During the Tai'an period, an event that shocked the court and the public occurred, that is, Emperor Tai'an once issued a policy called "Qingshi Ce".

The general content of this policy is that historians are not allowed to smear and slander the majesty of the Xiao royal family, and those who violate it will be executed immediately.

It is said that after the promulgation of this policy, half of the ministers in the court advised against it, but Emperor Tai'an overcame all objections and finalized the policy.

As a result, more than half of the historians in Beili were beheaded, and the history books written by them were burned.

After Emperor Mingde ascended the throne, he personally read through this incident and found all the volumes of "Qingshi Ce".

Finally, he found the relevant records. The historian who wrote that part had been secretly executed.

During the Tai'an years, the land of Western Chu was devastated by war, and refugees were everywhere and bandits continued.

Not only that, Nan Jue fought against Beili's rich land for many years, and even sent out the killer mace that had been hidden for many years - the Xuanjia Army.

However, the plan was discovered by the then Grand Protector of Beili, who forced him into a city.

However, the history book ended here, and the subsequent content seemed to have been torn up and rewritten.

The record said that the generals of the Luocheng Army brought 10,000 tons of artillery and wiped out the entire Nanjue Xuanjia Army, and the record of not losing a single soldier was praised throughout Beili.

But the records about the city of Chuge were very few, with almost no description.

What Emperor Mingde was most concerned about was whether there were still people from Beili in that city.

After the incredible record was reported back to Beili, Xiao Ruojin, who was just an ordinary prince at that time, questioned it.

But in the end, he was ignored by Emperor Tai'an and it ended up in vain.

Although Xiao Ruojin had to give up the investigation, his mind was filled with doubts.

Now the two blood-red characters on Lanling City made Emperor Mingde suddenly realize something.

Jin Xuan looked up following His Majesty's gaze, his eyes full of doubts.

What's so good about a city plaque?

It seemed that only Emperor Mingde saw the two red characters, and Jin Xuan didn't even see the blood on the city wall.

Combined with the previous strangeness and the time he stepped into this land, his mind was a little uneasy.

Emperor Mingde knew that this might be a trap for his Xiao royal family.

So, knowing that it was a trap, should he go in?

"Jin Xuan, give the order and prepare to enter the city!"

...

Pink petals were floating in the sky, and Zhao Yuzhen was sitting alone in the courtyard, with a peach wood sword stuck in the ground in front of him.

"Injecting your pure Yang Qi into a peach wood sword just to eat peaches, Master Zhao is too extravagant."

A gust of wind blew, blowing Zhao Yuzhen's hair.

At some point, a young man in white clothes and full of white hair stood on the high wall of the courtyard.

Zhao Yuzhen was stunned for a moment, then stood up and turned around to look.

The young man was surrounded by rich Qi, as if he was integrated with nature. He put his hands behind his back and looked down at him.

"Have you reached the legendary realm? When did it happen?" Zhao Yuzhen, who was proficient in the art of looking at Qi, raised his eyebrows.

He remembered that when they first met, the other party was only in the free and easy realm.

How long has it been?

Xiao Ruolin jumped down from the high wall, snapped his fingers, and a flying sword appeared, and the sword light flashed.

The peach tree shook slightly, and two ripe peaches fell naturally.

Xiao Ruolin stretched out his hand, and two huge peaches fell into his hand.

He threw one to Zhao Yuzhen, and then took a bite of the peach.

The sweet and juicy peach juice filled his mouth, making him sigh with relief.

"The peach that has been stimulated to grow can be so sweet. What kind of skill is this? Do you want to teach me?" Xiao Ruolin looked at Zhao Yuzhen with a smile.

Zhao Yuzhen also took a bite and responded with a smile: "Okay!"

The two smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

After a while, Zhao Yuzhen suddenly asked: "How did you do it? I didn't feel any fluctuations in the true qi."

He was infinitely close to that realm, but even so, he still couldn't see through Xiao Ruolin.

The Qi-watching technique can watch people's cultivation, behavior, and luck, but it can't watch people's hearts.

Although he was praised as a rare genius in Qingcheng Mountain, he had to admit that the boy in front of him...

His talent was far superior to his. As for why, it was clear at the first sight of them meeting.

"I did what you suggested, and it really didn't go wrong. No one died and there was no natural disaster or sea wrath." Zhao Yuzhen said faintly.

"It should have been like this long ago. Things are in the hands of man. The so-called destiny is actually just a mess of countless intertwined threads, which finally caused misunderstandings and knots. As long as they are untied, it will be fine. There is nothing that can shock the world and make ghosts cry." Xiao Ruolin answered slowly.

Who would have thought that a boy under the age of seventeen would talk about the great principles of life to the head of Qingcheng Mountain.

But the truth is simple, at least Zhao Yuzhen felt that the thread that was originally tied to his back had broken at some point.

"Tell me, what do you want to see me for this time? It's impossible that you just passed by and came to eat a peach from me?" Zhao Yuzhen smiled.

This young man is full of mysteries. He is just a small ghost, but he seems to be able to control the future and see through everything in the world.

He has only seen this kind of eyes and extraordinary temperament in his master.

But in the end, his master died in the way of maintaining him, and died in the destiny. Those who deal with the way have to pay a heavy price.

Xiao Ruolin changed his life, which originally belonged to him. In his opinion, this has violated the way.

Then what the other party wants him to do must be something more terrible than the way.

It's not that he can guess people's hearts. He can pay such a price to fulfill a stranger. Zhao Yuzhen doesn't believe it no matter how big his heart is.

In other words, are you willing to give up everything, abandon your family and lover, and use your life to pave the way for a stranger?

The answer is obvious. No one is a fool, let alone Zhao Yuzhen.

Favors must be repaid, let alone such a big favor.

"If you don't enter the trance, you may still die." Xiao Ruolin threw the core away and said lightly.

Breaking the rules cannot completely cut off the thread behind Zhao Yuzhen.

Xiao Ruolin does not know what the final price will be for changing what may happen in the future.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to experiment on Zhao Yuzhen.

Because

What he changed for the future was the entire Beili Dynasty, in order to avoid the possibility of brothers killing each other.

The throne could only be taken by his elder brother, and he didn't want the incident with his uncle Langya to happen again.

Whether it was his seventh brother Xiao Yu or his second brother Xiao Chong, he actually didn't feel comfortable with either of them sitting in that position.

The step taken by Emperor Mingde pushed the Langya King into the bottomless abyss.

At the same time, it also pushed Xiao Ruolin into the abyss, into a dead end, and into a dilemma.

On the one hand, he experienced nine lifetimes of loneliness, so he especially cherished the hard-earned family affection.

On the other hand, he suffered the hatred of betrayal, was not understood and accepted.

Even so, he had been silently enduring, enduring the torture on both sides.

Sometimes, even he himself didn't know whether he was the ordinary orphan who lost his parents.

Or was he the Wu'an Jun who was famous for thousands of years, bore the infamy for thousands of years, and killed 400,000 captives.

"If anyone in the world can kill me, Zhao Yuzhen, you can come and try." Zhao Yuzhen was as happy as spring breeze, with a smile on his face.

"How arrogant!" Xiao Ruolin shook his head and chuckled: "The Leimen Hero Banquet will start soon, and the executioner behind the scenes who stirred up the storm will also take action."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuzhen's eyes suddenly became serious: "Of course I will not forget that anyone who dares to hurt the little fairy will be made to experience my infinite sword."

That's right, Xiao Ruolin told Zhao Yuzhen about the future when Li Hanyi was besieged by the Dark River and the Tang Sect.

And it was when they met for the first time, he did not beat around the bush, and told the other party through voice transmission after the duel.

At first, Zhao Yuzhen did not believe it, until he made a bet with the other party.

Zhao Yuzhen believed that the things that could predict the future might not be false.

And the bet was that if Zhao Yuzhen did not go down the mountain at that time, there would be no so-called destiny.

Zhao Yuzhen believed that a person with such strength would not be so bored as to tease him with such a thing.

So, he did it, and the result was remarkable.

The antenna that was tied to him had broken when he was reminiscing with the fairy without knowing it.

The string that connected his destiny had been cut!