At that time, when he saw that this Xuanyi was unstained, the widow was startled, thinking that the lord of the Xuanguo Kingdom was not dead back then. Chu Yu drank Ye Qingrao's wine that he had just filled, "These two brothers really look exactly the same." ”

"A few years ago, I heard that this Xuan Kingdom Lord has a younger brother, but I didn't expect the rumors to be true. Yan Qi was thoughtful during the banquet, "But, why did he appear in the imperial capital." ”

"Where did the lord of the country meet this unsullied robe?" Ye Qingrao looked at Chu He curiously, and Chu He said solemnly: "The palace is inside, the Son of Heaven is around." ”

"How did this Xuanyi Wujing go from a non-existent rumor to a son of heaven?" Yan Qi was puzzled and forgot to drink the wine in the wine glass.

Ye Qingrao on the side was thoughtful: "Could it be that the Xuanguo Lord who died back then was the Xuanyi Wujian who didn't exist, and now the Xuanyi Wujian in the imperial capital is the Xuanguo Lord of the year?"

"What does the layman mean that this Xuanguo Lord is not dead at all?" Yan Qi answered, and Chu Qi, who was a little drunk on the side, smiled: "I'll talk about this later, let's have a few drinks first." ”

When the words fell, Chu Qi began to pour wine for Yan Qi, which made Yan Qi feel terrified: "I can't help it, the lord of the country can't help it." ”

Chu Yu: "Today is a family banquet, and there are no monarchs and ministers during the banquet!"

Yan Qi: "Panic for the minister!"

Chu Yu: "Then have a drink to calm down." ”

Between the words, Chu Qian also wanted to pour wine for Ye Qingrao, but due to some distance between the two, Ye Qingrao hurriedly held the wine glass with both hands. Seeing this, Chu Qi smiled and said: "Recently, there seems to be an active Xiji army north of Jingwei Pass, I don't know what the layman thinks about this?"

Ye Qingrao: "To the north of Jingwei Pass is the world-famous Thorn Forest, all the people or animals who go in it cannot come out alive, and adjacent to the Thorn Forest is the Juelong Mountain Range, and across the Juelong Mountain Range is our Dongji dreaming country." Recently, I heard that the prince who had disappeared for many years had returned, so I guess this matter should have something to do with him. ”

Chu Yu: "What do you think of the right minister?"

Yan Qi: "The minister thinks that Xiji's army is in the old suspicions, the Juelong Mountain Range runs through the nine skies, and the Thorn Forest is also known as the Forest of No Return, if there is really any action, it should not be in the north of Jingwei Pass, but in the west of Jingwei Pass." The reason why the movement was made in the north of Jingwei Guanbei must be to knock on the side to attract the attention of the people of the world to the news that the prince of the long-cherished country has returned. ”

Chu He was surprised: "How do you say this?"

Yan Qi: "It is said that the prince of this Su Kingdom has become the prince of the Beilu Sabu, and now he has nearly 6,000 Chiyan warriors. According to the current situation, there will be a war between Mexico and Shu in the future, presumably this Xiji wants to wait for our Dongji to make chaos again, so as to take advantage of the fire to rob. ”

When Yan Qi mentioned the Chiyan warrior, Chu Qi's eyes fell on Ye Qingrao's seat, and Ye Qingrao was looking towards the guest seat at this time.

After a brief confrontation just now, Ye Qingrao's attention was attracted by Luo Ziling's every move from time to time. Luo Ziling is much smarter and cautious, but this does not mean that she has given up the exploration and temptation of Meng Jian, she is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to be alone with Meng Jian, even if this opportunity is extremely short.

At this banquet, Meng Jian gobbled up, accustomed to eating coarse tea and light rice, and occasionally eating delicacies from the mountains and seas would inevitably restrain his ugly appearance. Bai Qiang on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and directly moved a lot of delicacies from Meng Jian's front to Yan Jing's case, who was a little worried at this time, hoping that he could restrain a little. After going back and forth, Meng Jian was unhappy, and tried to compete for these delicacies from under the white chopsticks, but where did Meng Jian fight for Bai Qiang? As a result, one of them was not careful, and fell into the water because his hand was stretched too long and did not hold his balance. The splash caused by Meng Jian, who accidentally fell into the water, splashed into the dishes and chopsticks on the table of the adjacent guests, as well as on the new clothes, which can be said to be foreign. The eyes of everyone in the Golden Gui Pavilion converged on the guest seats at this moment, and the originally silent Chu Qi and the others were also attracted by the noise of the audience.

The embarrassed Meng Jian silently crawled back to his original position in the eyes of everyone, which embarrassed Bai Qiang to death, Chu Qian, who was on the opposite side, sneered when he saw this, and everyone whispered during the banquet.

Without waiting for Chu Que in the VIP seat to ask, Ye Qingrao on the side took the initiative to stand up and ask for guilt, Chu Que realized that it was Ye Qingrao's apprentice who had just fallen into the water, and it seemed that it should still be the baby boy she brought to the country of Yan many years ago. Chu Yu didn't blame anyone, but just asked Chu Yu to arrange for someone to take Meng Jian down to change his clothes, so as not to catch a cold. Between the words, Chu Qian glanced at Meng Jian a few more times, and always felt as if he had seen this young man's eyebrows somewhere, but he didn't ask Ye Qingrao much.

After getting Chu Yu's permission, Meng Jian waved his hand in front of the case and retreated, and at this time, the dancers arranged by Chu Yu slowly ascended to the atrium of the Golden Gui Pavilion here, and everyone's attention was quietly diverted at this time. No one would have realized that when Meng Jian left the Golden Gui Pavilion, a woman named Luo Ziling also inadvertently and quietly withdrew.

In the singing and dancing, everyone was very happy, and soon forgot the embarrassing scene of Shicai, Chu Yu would cast concerned glances at the guests from time to time, but it was not for Yan Jing, but for the Luo girl he was thinking about.

When Meng Jian left the scene, Chu Yu didn't care, he wished he couldn't see this unlucky guy, but when he found that the Luo girl was missing, Chu Yu suddenly recalled that the Luo girl had said, in fact, what she wanted to find was Meng Jian, as soon as he thought of this, Chu Yu began to worry about whether this Meng Jian would say bad things about himself after meeting Luo girl, and after several entanglements, he also quietly left the table in the song and dance.

At the banquet, Yan Jing's eyes barely left Chu Yu, and after seeing Chu Yu leave, Yan Jing pretended to be unwell and quietly left the table, but actually went to chase Chu Yu, it seemed that she wanted to make a break with him.

Bai Qiang wanted to stop her, but Yan Jing had already made up her mind, at this time, Bai Qiang was empty on the left and right, she looked at Yan Li opposite awkwardly, Yan Li's eyes became very gentle after touching Bai Qiang, he raised his wine glass and toasted Bai Qiang from afar, Bai Qiang drank it all, and secretly scolded Chu Yu in his heart How to arrange the seat.

After Chu Yu left the table, Ye Qingrao found that the black-clothed cultist with unknown intentions had long disappeared here. At this time, Ye Qingrao didn't know the true intention of this Black Heaven Sect disciple, but she concluded that the woman must have come for her apprentice.

An ominous premonition gradually enveloped Ye Qingrao's heart, and she wanted to find an opportunity to retreat for the time being, but Chu Qian was drunk at this time and pulled her to prevent her from leaving, and she had to recall the scene when they met her for the first time, which made her sad.

After leaving the table, Meng Jian was led by the servant of the Gongzi's Mansion to the door of a relatively secluded house in the house, along the way Meng Jian felt that the servant who led the way was a little weird, but he couldn't say what was strange, mainly because he ignored the questions he asked, and looked at the servant's expression and was a little distracted, Meng Jian thought that Chu Yu had nothing to do with it, so he didn't care about it. However, when this servant took Meng Jian outside the door of this house, Meng Jian obviously felt that something was wrong with this room.

It was so quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Without waiting for Meng Jian to ask where this was, the servant turned around and retreated, leaving Meng Jian confused, a little at a loss. At this time, the cold wind was cold, the room in front of him did not open by itself, normal people must have pulled their legs and ran away when they saw this situation, Meng Jian was of course a normal person, he thought to himself why was he so evil tonight, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his body did not obey the call for some reason, and walked into this room driven by an irresistible force. Then, the door of the house slowly closed, and a woman dressed in black carefully lit the candle in the room, and Meng Jian remembered that she actually seemed to have seen this girl not long ago, when she was helping the girl who was sitting behind him tonight to get out of the carriage.

This room is the room that Chu Yu arranged for Luo Ziling before. Before Qing Ying could introduce herself to Meng Jian, her scarlet eyes once again became the source of all the fear under the flames of the bright candle. Luo Ziling, who had disappeared, quietly released a spiritual gossamer as dense as a spider's web, and she suddenly appeared behind Meng Jian, and stretched out her slender and pale hands to close them on both sides of Meng Jian's cheeks.

"Who are you?" Meng Jian asked but couldn't move, "What are you going to do?!"

"I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind at the moment, it's okay, let me help you answer them one by one now. Luo Ziling whispered in Meng Jian's ear.

Meng Jian only felt that her voice was a little ethereal, and she was gradually sleepy. The faint fragrance emanating from Luo Ziling's body, along with her voice, slowly seeped into the depths of Meng Jian's soul along the dense spiritual gossamer at this moment.

When the red lips were raised lightly, Qing Ying beside her whispered the ancient inscription, with the three of them as the center, the dense spiritual gossamer turned into an unbreakable cocoon that enveloped Luo Ziling, Meng Jian, and Qing Ying. At this moment, Luo Ziling waited for an unknown amount of time. When the spiritual gossamer completely penetrated into Meng Jian's soul, it would soon be clear whether the young man in front of her was the person she was looking for.

......

In this world, some people are afraid of the night, but some people love the night. But what if everyone is left in the night where there is no light in sight. When Meng Jian woke up, he was in such a night. He didn't know what had just happened, he stretched out his hands but couldn't see them.

"Is anyone there?" Meng Jian shouted, but no one responded, except for the darkness, which was endless darkness. He wasn't intimidated by this, and although he could clearly feel his heart racing, his instincts told him that he couldn't sit still like this. So Meng Jian began to run in this endless dark night.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue. He didn't know how long he could run, so he shouted as he ran. At this time, something seemed to hear Meng Jian's shout in the darkness, and a piece of starlight fell here.

Because of Meng Jian's shouting, the long night finally had a few faint embellishments. The running boy seemed to see hope, so he didn't stop, he was still running, and he shouted as he ran. In the endless night, the bitter cold wind that wandered, perhaps hearing the shouts of the young man, blew away some of the darkness on the canopy, and sent the stars and the moon to his eyes.

At this time, the boy was still running, but he had stopped shouting, until the bright and bright moonlight fell on the boy's feet, and the boy stopped his steps.

Through the starlight and moonlight, the boy gradually saw the world in front of him clearly. Endless dust circles around the stars in the sky, as if within reach, but also like a dream.

The whole world is like a dead graveyard, and this graveyard seems to have buried another world a long time ago. The loneliness hidden deep in the boy's heart slowly surged into his heart. Instinctively, he curled up in the endless darkness and tentatively asked, "Is anyone there?"

It was his last question, but still no one answered him.

The cold slowly enveloped him from nowhere, and he tried to sniff the taste of life, but he found that he could not smell anything. Some of his senses were deprived at some point, but when he got up again and was about to continue running, the starlight and moonlight suddenly went out.

This time, the boy was not as fearless as before.

He half-knelt on this tomb made of another world, and began to weep uncontrollably, and the night did not show a trace of sympathy for it. When loneliness took over him, fear ensued, the fear of the unknown.

As fear slowly poured into the boy's heart, the faint fragrance reopened the boy's sense of smell, but it didn't take long for a strong fishy smell to replace the ephemeral fragrance.

In the darkness, the boy faintly heard the sound of a beast biting flesh and the ethereal gasping of a beast. He felt a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness, but he didn't know where they were. The fishy stench of wandering in the wind and the ethereal wheezing of beasts grew closer and stronger.

The fear in the boy's heart grew heavier, and he clenched his fists. At this moment, an ear-piercing roar sounded in his ears, and the suffocating night once again shone with this roar.

At that moment, the boy saw clearly what this real fear really looked like. It was a terrifying beast with black eyes, blood-colored pupils, sharp fangs, and a lion-like physique.

The beast circled back and forth around the boy, and fear paralyzed the boy's mobility, making him unable to move. The beast seemed to notice this, and slowly opened its bloody jaw, ready to bite the boy until his flesh was a blur.

"Am I dying here like this? The boy closed his eyes, as if he had accepted this ending, and then asked himself in his heart, "It's a pity, there is still a lot of work to be done." ”

When death really came, the fear in the boy's heart vanished, replaced by relief and calmness. When the boy opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that the endless night had turned into a gorgeous and ancient palace, and he was sweating profusely and kneeling in the very center of the palace.

The boy looked around and saw a group of women dressed in black. Their complexion was fair and bloodless, and their eyes were scarlet but deep. Everyone's eyes were cast on the lonely throne in the distance from the moment the boy appeared, a young man with crane hair and a childish face.

The young man was dressed in silver armor and held a long, narrow sword of dark blue, which did not fit in with the surrounding scene, and his expression was solemn and solemn, like a majestic god.

Driven by curiosity, Meng Jian got up, walked through this deathly silence step by step, and walked towards the lonely throne. No one stopped him. As if this was the scene that all the black-clothed apostles present longed to see, they began to whisper ancient songs that Meng Jian did not understand, until he came to the cold throne and met the young man on the throne.

On the throne, those dark blue eyes looked curiously at Meng Jian, who was soaked with sweat in front of him, and Meng Jian was also looking at the young man in front of him. When Meng Jian completely saw the young man's appearance, he was shocked to find that the young man was exactly the same as himself, except that his eyes and hair color were different from his own.

"Who are you?" Meng Jian subconsciously began to retreat.

"I am the embodiment of the night, and the master of the night. The young man dragged his cheek with his left hand, which was almost the color of white jade, and sat on this lonely throne, and said to Meng Jian nobly and coldly.

"Why, you're exactly like me. Meng Jian touched his face and asked the young man, and the young man smiled: "Because you are me, I am you." ”

"Who am I..."Meng Jian suddenly asked, but he was not asking the young man in front of him, but asking himself, "Yes, I am Meng Jian." ”

"No, you're not Meng Jian. The young man slowly waved his right hand and pulled out the ancient sword hidden in the dark blue scabbard, and handed the hilt to Meng Jian, who was at a loss at this time, "You are Shuo, the endless night, the source of chaos. ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, Meng Jian's mind began to flood with the past thousand years, those past memories sealed in the ancient mythology. He saw himself swing the sword that the boy had handed him and cut off the god's head, and stand on top of the white bones and laugh wildly, and countless women dressed in black bowed to him at his feet, when a man with a blood-black sword descended from the sky with a group of heavily armored warriors and fought him.

Heaven and earth turned into graves in this sword crisscross, the stars and the moon were shrouded in the endless dust stirred up here, and finally Meng Jian died under the sword of the sword-wielding, but it was not the end of it. In his memory, Meng Jian waved the ancient sword before he died, and stabbed the man while he was unprepared, but this illusion disappeared.

Meng Jian's thoughts were then drawn into the ancient palace, and on the throne, he stared at the elegant young man, and the young man was also staring at him.

At this time, Meng Jian was a little panicked, but he was very aware that he was Meng Jian, not anyone, and he felt that what was happening in front of him was too weird, so he said while retreating. "I'm Meng Jian, I'm not what you said! I'm not!"

"Don't shy away from your fate. The young man sneered and waved the dark blue ancient sword in his hand, pointing at the women under the throne, "Don't let them down. ”

"Chaos is order, and chaos creates order. ”

As the young man's eyes grew cold, the black-clothed women under the throne waved their hands in worship and chanted these two words loudly, and then the young man's laughter stopped abruptly, and the dark blue ancient sword pierced through Meng Jian's heart, and the severe pain spread from the wound in the heart to all parts of Meng Jian's body.

Under the throne, the women dressed in black were chanting the climax of the ballad, as if they were performing a long-awaited ritual. An ethereal voice echoed through the ancient palace, and the bright red and hot blood quickly stained the lonely throne with blood as it ran down the blade of the ancient sword.

Meng Jian clearly felt the most real and long pain and torture, but he couldn't move, couldn't avoid it, until the last drop of blood flowed, and let loneliness and fear haunt him along with the cold.

When the chanted ballad gradually came to an end, on the throne, the boy's crazy laughter did not end there, for the boy. This moment seems to have been waiting for a long time. In pain, Meng Jian closed his eyes tiredly, and when he opened his eyes again, everything before was as disillusioned as a dream.

Meng Jian returned to Yu Gongzi's Mansion, the room that belonged to Luo Ziling, but the whites of the eyes in his sockets turned into the color of night, and the originally clear pupils were completely replaced by scarlet blood at this moment.

In Autumn Leaves City, countless women dressed in black seemed to sense something at this moment, and they began to gather towards the mansion of Prince Yu, chanting ancient songs as they approached, attracting many passers-by to watch and stop.

At this time, Luo Ziling completely unfolded her wings, which were almost only skeletons, and the blood veins hidden under her pale skin began to slowly turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye. In her scarlet eyes, endless greed and joy were surging wildly, and the chaotic power continued to nourish the wounds left on Luo Ziling's body before along her hands that were close to Meng Jian.

From the present to the past.

The wings that were almost only skeleton were now reborn because of the power she had obtained from the depths of Meng Jian's soul, and as the power she absorbed increased, her appearance was slowly changing. This woman with a pale complexion like ash actually began to have a bloody color, and Qing Ying on the side was frightened by the scene in front of her, and kept muttering, "Chaos is order, and chaos creates order." But they didn't realize that at this time, the teenager who was controlled by them had woken up.

In the black eyes, the bright red pupils looked around in a posture of contemplation, there was both curiosity and anger in the eyes, when the pair of eyes like a demon god were fully opened, the black flame turned the cocoon woven by the spiritual gossamer into nothing in an instant, and Meng Jian, who had been sleeping for a long time, also woke up completely from the illusion at this moment. However, the sad thing is that Meng Jian at this time can't tell whether all this in front of him is an illusion or not.

No one could have predicted what he would do next.

Including himself.