Stars dotted high in the sky, twinkling in the darkness, gazing at the eternal earth.

In the darkness, the seven countries above the Central Plains are no different, and they can't see who is the overlord.

Only the flowing water of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River still glows with silver, recording the endless years.

Spring and Autumn Warring States.

This is one of the most unique epochs in history, and the system of ritual music established by Zhou Gongdan of the Zhou Dynasty gradually began to collapse.

Hundreds of schools of thought contend, and the princes compete for each other.

This is a world of great contention, where there is flesh and blood, and there is contention.

Every genre and kingdom is constantly competing, trying to make itself the dominant one of the times.

However, for those at the bottom who lived in dire straits at that time, it was an era of eternal night with no hope.

Hundreds of years of uninterrupted warfare have exhausted everyone.

Everyone is hoping that someone will put an end to this troubled time.

And Western Qin is the vassal state that is most promising to do this now, and its trend of devouring the tiger and wolf of the world has begun to emerge.

In the past, King Qin Zhaoxiang made close attacks from afar, attacked from afar, attacked from afar, ruled Bashu, destroyed the righteous canal, and cut off the Eastern Zhou, and then Changping completely injured the vitality of Zhao State, and the world looked at it.

Although the Emperor of Wei Xinling defeated the Qin army with the troops of the Five Kingdoms, it still did not hurt the Qin army, and it was still the Western Qin who was most likely to swallow the world in this world.

At this time, at night, in the imperial capital of Handan of Zhao in the east of Western Qin, in the palace, the lights were swaying.

King Zhao's servant slowly stepped forward amid the candle flame and unfolded a map of Yan and Zhao for King Zhao and Zhao Dan.

In the palace, King Zhao sat on the throne, and below him were Lian Po and Le Cheng, two ministers of Zhao Guo.

After the Battle of Changping, Zhao suffered a great loss of vitality and slipped from the strongest ranks of the Warring States.

And in this day and age, weakness is the original sin.

The Yan Kingdom on the northeast side of the Zhao State was soon ready to move, and now it was ready to get a piece of the pie when the Zhao State was weak.

So, when King Zhao learned about it, he immediately summoned the two ministers of the humerus.

"Although the tiger is twilight, it is not a cow or a horse, and the king of Yan bullies Zhao, which should be a great harm. ”

Seeing King Zhao's bitter face, Le Cheng asserted when he opened his mouth.

Le Cheng is not a nameless person, he and Le Yi are of the same clan as Le Yi, who has more than 70 cities in the Qi Kingdom, and they are all descendants of the famous general Le Yang.

King Zhao, who had stopped smiling since the Battle of Changping, heard this, his wrinkled face soothed slightly, and then turned his head to look at Lian Po.

"Qing Yan is the heart of the lonely king, but this time King Yan sent two armies, 2,000 chariots to attack Zhao, let Li belly lead the army to attack Juancheng, Qing Qin led the army to attack Daidi, not to be underestimated, with the general view, how to fight the enemy?"

Lian Po was half a hundred years old at this time, but he was still burly and had pure black hair, he stepped forward and said:

"Back to the king, although the Zhao State is strong, the battle of Changping, like a lack of blood, this battle should not be long, a quick battle, the ministers steal that they are happy to attack Qing Qin, and the ministers lead the troops to attack the chestnut belly, take the army 130,000, the ministers 80,000, and the music ride 50,000, and the battle is decided. ”

Zhao Dan, the old Zhao Wang, looked embarrassed.

If the 130,000 soldiers were before the Battle of Changping, Zhao Guo could take it out casually.

But now after the Battle of Changping, the Zhao State, which has suffered a great loss of blood, has to grit its teeth to take out even 130,000 soldiers.

King Zhao hesitated, he looked at Lian Po and said:

"How sure are you?"

At this point, the words suddenly changed.

As soon as King Zhao's voice started, outside the hall where the candle flame was flickering, suddenly there was a red light.

Red light shone into the palace from outside the vermilion wooden windows.

It was as if the fiery sun was appearing in front of the palace gate.

The people in the hall of the red light thorn couldn't open their eyes.

But this is King Zhao's Palace, who dares to do this outside the palace?

King Zhao covered his face with long sleeves and exclaimed:

"What's going on outside the palace?"

Lian Po and Le Cheng both sat up in shock, if it weren't for the lack of a sword in their hands, they were afraid that they would have to draw their swords at this moment.

"Tell the king, fire is falling from the sky outside the palace!"

Outside the hall, there was a response from Zhao Wang's slave.

"Flowing fire?"

Zhao Dan, the king of Zhao, frowned faintly when he heard this, and he and Lian Po Junchen glanced at each other, and the eyes of the two were full of doubts.

Then King Zhao put down his long sleeves and strode out of the hall.

And Lian Po and Lecheng followed King Zhao.

After the three of them walked out of the main hall, outside the palace, the night sky covered with stars had turned a heavy crimson at this time.

The flowing fire dyed the night sky over the entire Central Plains land crimson, as if the night sky was burning with endless flames.

The crimson flames pierced the air, emitting a terrifying roar, like the roar of the heavens.

The entire celestial universe seemed to collapse, and in the center of the celestial universe, a crimson circular sun fell from a thousand feet in the sky.

The sky is falling, but that's it.

The entire Central Plains trembled under this terrifying celestial phenomenon.

"This ...... Wrath of the Heavens?"

King Zhao was suddenly speechless, and he couldn't speak for a long time under the majestic scenery in this world.

And Lian Po and Le Cheng behind him were also stunned.

Rao is Lian Po has experienced a hundred battles, and he is also a mortal under the heavens.

He stared blankly at the crimson vision of the sun falling.

But the fire in the night sky did not stop in the slightest because of the eyes of the world.

It streaked across the night sky over Handan City, leaving a trail that lingered for a long time.

It's like a hole in the sky.

"Is this a flowing fire?"

It wasn't until the fire had passed that King Zhao slowly exhaled a breath.

"Tianwei is like this. ”

Lecheng said dumbfoundedly.

Before a few people could react again, the earth suddenly trembled.

"Boom!"

Outside the city of Handan in Zhao State, the fire fell from the nine heavens.

It slammed into the ground.

The earthquake trembled, and there were puffs of smoke and dust.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, like a beast released in the night, and in an instant, the entire Handan city was shrouded in dust and mist.

The sleeping Handan people immediately woke up from their sleep.

"What happened?"

"Has anyone attacked the city?"

"The earth dragon turned over?"

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

In panic, all the Handan people walked out of the house.

However, the dust and fog covered the sky, and under the night, only a red light seemed to be constantly jumping over the entire Handan City.

It seems to be a god, and it seems to be a ghost.

It's hard to get a peek out of it.

At this time, Zhao Zheng, who was only ten years old sleeping in the room, was also woken up by the earthquake.

Looking at the firelight outside the window, this young man who had been abandoned in Zhao Guo since birth, showed a trace of panic on his handsome face.

Could it be that someone is attacking the city?

Zhao Zheng rubbed his eyes and sat up, lifted the oil lamp, and then got up and opened the door.

He walked outside to see what was going on.

However, when he came out, in the courtyard outside the house, he saw a scene completely beyond his imagination.

A man bathed in fire stood on the ground, the fog and smoke turning crimson into the background.

Crimson flames and lava wrapped around the man's bronzed skin, enveloping him all below his skull, as if a heavy layer of armor had been draped over it.

The firelight illuminated the entire courtyard through the thick dust mist.

A heat wave hit.

The young Zhao Zheng subconsciously took a few steps back, but his eyes still widened, as if he wanted to know who that person was.

Little by little, the lava peeled off the man's body, and the lava fell to the ground, scorching the earth.

The solidified magma gradually turned into a suit of armor that clings to his body.

And he kept his eyes closed.

The flames were like water, as if to cleanse him of impurity.

It is like the fire god Zhu Rong came into the world.

The lava and flames gradually turned into his body and armor, and the armor was surrounded by inexplicable patterns.

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth and stared at this scene that did not belong to the world, stunned.

Li Chunqiu only felt as if his body had been torn apart and reshaped, and all kinds of pain were ravaging his spirit in his limited body.

He seemed to feel that the inscription-filled stele was one with himself.

Isn't it all in one?

His body is estimated to have been patty by the stone tablet.

But is this what death is?

Isn't death an underground sleep?

The eternal darkness and endless pain surrounded Li Chunqiu like an endless and eternal one, making him seem to be struggling between life and death.

I don't know how long it took, but Li Chunqiu felt that his perception seemed to have recovered.

He felt what seemed to be falling and flying, the whirring wind ringing in his ears.

It's like you're doing a quick exercise.

After a while, the sound of the wind disappeared in Li Chunqiu's ears.

In the endless darkness and tiredness, Li Chunqiu opened his eyes with all his might.

It is an old building.

This is an extremely ancient courtyard, not the kind of extremely chic Suzhou garden, but a real simple building.

There is no excessive decoration, and there is no art of integrating landscape and garden.

It looks like a most ordinary courtyard.

In the courtyard, Li Chunqiu saw a young man dressed in an ancient plain cloth robe, who looked like he was only about ten years old.

And the boy was looking at himself in surprise.

It's like I've done something incredible.

Li Chunqiu frowned, and he stretched out his hands to look at himself tiredly.

Hardship and exhaustion seemed to take root in him, and it took a great deal of perseverance for him to open his eyes.

His hands were still there, there were no obvious abrasions, not even the slightest trace of injury.

Not dead?

Or the afterlife?

Or is it another world?

After Li Chunqiu looked at himself, he still found nothing, so he reluctantly raised his head to look at the young man in front of him.

Sleepy!

Extremely sleepy.

The incomparable distress acted on Li Chunqiu's body.

It was as if to pull his soul into the unknown.

However, Li Chunqiu still forcibly cheered up, looked at the young man and said:

"Where is this?"

But before Zhao Zheng could answer, a burst of indescribable weakness appeared on Li Chunqiu's body, like incomparable hunger and insomnia for a long time.

The sleepiness was like a flood that burst the embankment, and the sleepiness and weakness that were difficult to resist made Li Chunqiu's legs weak and fall to the ground, and he fainted again.

And his last impression was only the boy's surprised expression.

As Li Chunqiu fell to the ground, his body seemed to turn into a black hole, and all the light was swallowed by it.

The ground where Li Chunqiu was lying was like an endless black hole devouring everything.

Even the flame of the lamp and candle held by Zhao Zheng turned into a fire snake and was completely devoured by Li Chunqiu, and after the courtyard lost its light, it fell into darkness again.

Zhao Zheng, who was only ten years old, was frightened by Li Chunqiu, who fell to the ground, and took a step back.

After seeing the man in front of him who fell to the ground and was wearing armor did not move, he slowly approached the man in front of him.

Zhao Zheng couldn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

This strange man's speech was very light, not the common Yayin, not the dialect of Zhao, not the language of Qin, it seemed that no one in his image had used such language.

Zhao Zheng only felt that this might be the words of the gods, after all, walking in the fire, this doesn't seem like a person can do it.

Zhao Zheng's mother, Zhao Ji, is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Zhao State, and he naturally has no shortage of education since he was a child.

He naturally heard the legend of King Zhou Mu and the Queen Mother of the West.

In the past, King Zhou Mu had to see the Queen Mother of the West, and at this time, did he also meet a god?

Walking against the fire, condensing the fire as the body, is this the fire god Zhurong?

Zhao Zheng thought so.

So, he stepped forward, picked up a branch and gently poked the man who fell to the ground.

There was no movement.

Zhao Zheng poked again, but there was still no movement.

Then he started poking his finger again, but there was still no movement.

It's just that there is still a burning sensation where the fingertips touch.

Looking at the strange man who fell to the ground, the young Zhao Zheng muttered to himself:

"Are you the one the Father sent to save me?"

In Zhao Zheng's childhood, there were never many assassinations by Zhao people, and there were many unkindnesses among his peers.

His great-grandfather slaughtered 450,000 in the prime of Zhao in the first battle of Changping, why didn't the Zhao people regard it as a thorn in the palm.

Zhao Ji often said that one day his father would save his mother and son from the devil's cave.

After seeing Li Chunqiu's miracle, Zhao Zheng's first thought was: This should be the person my father found to save me.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zheng said to himself.

"It should be!"

There was a kind of certainty in his tone.