I fumbled in the dark, and after taking a few steps forward, I felt the heat rushing in my face, and the roasted room was warm. A circle of lights suddenly lit up about seven meters above. The seat was filled with oil, each with a small wick, and the light was too weak to withstand its number, illuminating the huge hearth-shaped space. The steaming object in front of me was also a huge copper-colored stove. I don't understand why this big golden luan is in this form.

Whew-

The sound of the wind sounded on the opposite side of the furnace, which was the sound of the air rushing in from outside when the furnace was opened. I heard the contents of the furnace crackling, as if it were a large piece of wood that had cracked from the fire. Who is running the furnace? Is it really the supreme ruler of this world, the one whom I have locked up with a triple lock?

"I'm coming. I said.

"When are you not coming?" said a woman's voice from behind the hearth. The sound was transmitted and echoed by the iron walls in the hall, and it was extremely heavy.

"You've only been here for two or three years?" I smiled, walking around the edge of the stove, "I've been building this hall for ten years." ”

The walls of the furnace are not as hot as expected, just a little hotter than the baked air.

The woman continued to fill the fire unhurriedly and did not look up at me. She was wearing a dragon robe and a head full of jewels. You see, this is not the glamour of a geisha with a silver grate and a broken grate, but the extreme beauty of a noble concubine with clouds and temples. You don't look at her, you don't know what a posture is. And her chest is embroidered with a five-color dragon, the five claws are green, yellow, red, white, and black, and these five colors are more attached to the body like a rainbow. The luxury that Yang Yuhuan does not have, and the domineering that Wu Zetian does not have, are all here with her. But her hands like plain jade were holding the fire here? The bellows kept looking, the hearth was open from time to time, and at her feet was a square box that was neither deep nor shallow, but it contained an infinite amount of chopped wood firewood—she kept picking it up, and she kept throwing it.

"Don't burn it. I squatted beside her, grabbed her hand, and clenched it very tightly, "I'll let you out today, I'll let you go today." ”

What should we call her? The people here know her as the supreme noble, usually called the master of the Great Golden Luan Palace, while the people of the present world call her the Chosen Emperor, that is, the future Martial Emperor, on the grounds that she has a natural palace in her body. Can I still call her Di Yusi? I've already discovered here, am I embarrassed to call her Yu Si?

But I screamed anyway, and I hoped she would look up at me, and she would follow me.

"Let go of me. Yu Si's grip shook violently. She struggled, as if there was a force driving her to do so, and if she stopped, it would cause her great pain. She turned around and used her other hand to break my clenched fingers little by little. I gradually lost my grip on her.

"Yusi, I'm going to let you go, don't burn the fire here anymore. I let go of my hand and slammed into her, keeping her as far away from the fire as possible, shackles clutching her limbs. The force was still stirring her up, and one moment she raised her hand, the next she bent her knees, lifted me up in heavy armor, threw me at will, and threw me to the furnace of copper and iron bones.

"Get out of here. She anxiously ran back to the chamber, grabbed the wood and stuffed it into the furnace, and with a thud, the flames were rekindled.

I slipped off the stove and collapsed limply, leaning against the wall and letting it scorch. Even though I was a phantom in my memory, I couldn't accept the scene of Yu Si kneeling in front of the stove and constantly adding firewood to the fire. This furnace is two or three feet high, with a big belly and a small neck, is it alchemy? Is it alchemy? Is it boiling water? Or is it just to imprison her? Perhaps, just to burn away the tears I should have shed.

"Guo Qian, you know it's useless to drag me out like this, if you don't let go, I will be locked here for eternity and eternity, until you die, and your body and will are destroyed. She picked up a piece of wood and gently pushed it into her chamber. The flames snapped out a few feet.

"Guo Qian, you obviously know that you are not really in love with me. I'm just a regret in your heart, although the regret is very heavy, but I don't think it should be to the point of obsession. She picked up a piece of wood and gently pushed it into her chamber. The flames snapped out a few feet.

"Guo Qian, all of this is your own harm. She picked up a piece of wood, paused as she pushed it into the hearth, and gently knocked the stove seat, "I am the Di Yusi in your impression, because of your imagination to achieve what you think is perfect—this just proves that I am just a rod in your heart, a proof that you are not strong enough and not excellent enough—you can't get me, and I'm just annoyed that I can't lose to Zhao Yu." ”

"Is that so? I even deliberately forgot a lot of memories about Lin Jie, including that Tang Duoling, do you know?" The anger accumulated in the fist, added it to the furnace, and hit its copper wall, "I finally remembered, it turned out that the words I filled in with Lin Jie's story were also to be shown to you." But I didn't do it in the end, because that day I finally figured it out, why didn't I look back? I haven't seen Lin Jie for two years, she has come back, I hid in the science and technology building, I don't have a face at all, I can't look up. ”

"Do you remember?" Yu Si finally stopped adding firewood, stood up, stood up like a real queen, and looked down at me from above, "So you know? You can't get me a long time ago, and you have lost Lin Jie forever?"

The furnace turns into a demon, and the furnace fire is a demon tongue. The orange tongue poked out and slammed into the box containing the firewood, burning it up in an instant. The materials that have not been burned out for two or three years have turned into dust and smoke because I opened a period of the past.

It was no longer magical, it was just an ordinary large copper stove with billowing black flames coming out of the furnace. Yu Si walked over, fingers flicking, as the door to the hearth slammed shut. There was the sound of crumbling wood burning. The furnace fire is extremely vigorous, and listening to the sound is the benefit of refining, and after seven or eight minutes of effort, the result will be produced. In three years, what have I refined with this love and hate?

The impression of Yu Si came over, and without bending down, he reached out and lifted my face. Her hands were as smooth as fat, not only did she not have the calluses that had been generated by pulling bellows and picking up fires, but there was no trace of labor. She has never touched my face in this life, and the so-called feeling is just my imagination.

"Do you dare to remember that day?" she smiled.

"Why do you want to forget that memory when you're schizophrenic?" she said.

"Why don't you sit in the furnace and let me refine you?" her hand ran across my chin, gently brushing the little bit of the beard that had just grown, "You want a lion's mane and beautiful hair, wind eyes and silkworm eyebrows, and a heavy jujube face like Guan Yu?"

"Have you seen him, have you seen him in this great golden palace?"

"What a big golden luan hall, this is just a box. You put all your painful memories here to refine, but you can't finish them for years. She said, "You draw strength from these memories, you are facing the world with a posture of revenge, walking on the road of martial spirits, what you have to do is not to sweep it away, but to trample on it." How you want to trample the world like they trampled on you, so that the world would be confused, so that you would have to listen to your story and share your sorrows—you thought that someone would take pity on you, sympathize with you, and compensate you. ”

The phantom of the emperor took a few steps away and clapped his hands towards the circle of lights. Countless small lampholders were put away, and the oil in them gathered at the lotus lamp holder hanging on the roof of the furnace, and the wick was twisted into a mino, and the open flame was bright. It shines on the four walls, that is, it shows all the paintings on the walls of this space, all of them are painted in ink, and the characters in them are me.

The first side. This is 13-year-old me, wearing a junior high school uniform and carrying a wide backpack, and casually talking and laughing with my eldest brother Du Xiang on his shoulder, a bit like a little ruffian. The painting clearly circled eight circles with purple ink, corresponding to my eight generals' mansions, that is, the nodes of the yin veins. The painting of Du Xiang is indeed clean, he has not yet understood the martial spirit, and I have developed all the general's mansions?

"Do you want to hear me? This is your own story, and what I know is what you know—are you happy to say it out of my mouth?"

I shook my head, trying to remember what happened before I was sixteen, that is, before I entered No. 1 Middle School and met Yusi. Through the reminder of these pictures, I realized that many things were not forgotten by me because of time, and I chose to hide such painful memories.

"At the age of thirteen, you know that you are from a martial soul family, your grandfather is the first martial emperor and the founder of the association, and your father is a generation of heroes in the country. As early as the age of thirteen, you had already opened the Yin Veins under your father's coaching and opened all eight generals' mansions in advance. ”

I walked up and reached out to touch the figure in the ink in the painting, and when my hand landed on the location of the general's mansion marked out, I felt incredible. I don't have eyeballs in the picture, and I'm in tune with a certain idiom.

"Qi and blood are ink, and the index finger is the pen. The finishing touch, the floating painting. ”

"I don't like to draw what to do. I smiled and stretched out the index finger of my right hand, put it in my mouth and bit it, oozing a little blood, and then leading the yin qi out, "Anyway, it's colored ink, just draw it." ”

As soon as the index finger touched Guo Qian's right eye in the painting, the figure immediately came to life, and the hand that hooked Du Xiang's shoulder was also firm and powerful. I continued to do it, and completed the mural with a touch of red, and finally restored the face that thirteen-year-old Guo Qian should have—blood was just an introduction. The figure in the painting came out, or rather I was sucked into the painting, and stood and watched from a distance: one ordinary afternoon, I was returning home with Du Xiang, and on the way I met a group of idle youths, that is, hooligans, calling out to a few uneasy members of the school, and noisily gathered around. The leader was a well-known bastard in a certain class, and he didn't like me very much, so he wanted to gather people to teach me a lesson, in fact, he was looking for someone everyone knew to start the knife and establish his own breeze in school. I smiled at Du Xiang, grinned, ignored them and walked forward, only to say to him when I passed by, don't embarrass me. This was a common experience among middle school students who were not familiar with the world at that time, that is, some people made things difficult for some people for no reason. I don't remember clearly, maybe because the yin veins were opened up in advance, and I did a very prominent job in some aspects, which inevitably attracted people's attention. He grabbed me by the throat, and the hatred was so strong that he really wanted to strangle me. Seeing this, Du Xiang was anxious, so he punched him, and pulled me, who had been suffocated for a few seconds, to run, and was naturally surrounded by more than a dozen people. I shook my head, and decided to use this power against my father's teachings to burst out of yin qi to stimulate the potential of my body, and at that time I jumped out and put three or four people, and then ran after ten people alone, knocking them all to the ground, leaving only a stunned face, and took this opportunity to walk on the martial soul avenue of Du Xiang······

My father punished me very severely. He slashed at my Heavenly Spirit with one palm, gathering strength to seal the doors of my General's Mansion one by one. He said that I was impetuous, and that I could not use my strength when I had gained it, so I had to refrain from it. Every year, as my heart improves, the closed General's Mansion will open two, and after four years, I will enter adulthood, and then I will be able to have the qualification to stand on the Martial Spirit Avenue. He said that the success or failure of princes always does not matter whether they gain or lose. He never gave me any opinions or hints, I wanted to see for myself—he knew that no way could stop his son from appearing on that avenue······

I came out of the illusion, and of course I was still in the illusion of impressions. The furnace roared, and what was refined was ready to come out.

"If you don't come, this furnace will be refined forever for ten years. Yu Si smiled, "But you're here, as long as you look at these painting walls, it will be refined immediately." ”

"Didn't I come every night, unconsciously come to this Jinluan Hall to watch you burn the fire?"

"You haven't been here for a single day. She said, "You went to every temple and sat down, and you never opened the lock." ”