"Boy, do you know what a king is and what an emperor is?" a big man suddenly spoke, until the last sound shook the dome of the field. The words that have not been returned for a long time floated in the heavens and the earth, and fell under the moonlight.

The wind is wild, the clouds gather, and the rage rises.

"I don't know! I don't know! Only he is good to me, only he gives me food, so I want to inherit his dream. "The sourness from the words, the tenderness from the heart, the sunshine has already penetrated into the corner of the weak world.

"He said, he said, he likes heroes, then I will be the hero of his mouth, even if it is only his own hero, and I am like the king of all people. "It's a dream, it's a heart, it's a promise to men, and it's what they oath to do in this life.

From now on, the darkness is not without light, the cold is not without warmth, I am afraid that it can disperse with the wind at any time, and I am afraid that it will turn around and fall like rain.

"The king is the only thing he has left, the only thing I can see and touch, even if I can't be the person of his mouth, I want it, I want to surpass him. "The voice is unwilling, the voice is unconvinced, it has not been proven, but it has become eternal.

There is a way in the sky, there is a law in the earth, people have impermanence in life and death, life comes first and then comes, and things have priorities.

"That wild boy, here you are crying and screaming, get out of here. With a slight swing of the spear in his hand, the end was doomed.

"Don't. "Unable to protect, unable to protect, blood adds a new wound, red makes the night colorless, madness makes the earth restless.

"The weak man, the life of the beggar, how to inherit the faith and immortality, how to conquer the destiny. "Questioning, the absolute truth cannot be changed, the current situation is not optimistic, and weakness is a sin.

"If you don't have the strength, you will talk about protection, boy, who gave you the courage?The oath in your heart will be buried in your heart! No one wants to listen to your humble cry!Get out, where do you come from?"

"Prophet, you are old!" the rude words made the night irritable and made people's hearts sink even more.

Seeing this, the dragon horn said loudly: "Chonglong, you have crossed the line!" The rude act made the atmosphere tense and bloody for a while, a sharp spear, and a brave man looked at each other angrily.

Bang!

With a bang, the sky thundered and exploded, the earth was stormy, and in the darkness, the flames became brighter, and Mingguang's thoughts returned to reality.

"Prepare! The snow and rain that washes the turbid world are about to come, and if we don't prepare as soon as possible, we will not be able to survive this cold, and the abundance of the coming year will not be with us. "Immovable like a mountain, standing like a pillar of heaven, let the wind and thunder roar, cry with blood and blood, full of dependence, only strong.

The ability to predict the unknown is far beyond the insight of ordinary people, and it must have the meaning of its existence.

The sun sets, last night was a dream, and the dream is a story, who cares, who will pay attention.

Weakness is a sin, so become strong!

In the dream, "Do you like it, boy, then chase it with all your might!"

"Ahh

"Dog, what's wrong. A child was awakened and immediately asked.

"It's okay!" is just a dream.

The night is quiet as usual, the moon is still setting, and things have passed a long, long time, but why the dream is continuing, and why the heart is always staying.

"Wake up," the withered old man greeted.

Open your eyes, enter your eyes, the spots are broken, the grass is in the place, look at the sky and the clouds are deep, and you can hold the white clouds in the blue sky.

"This is that!" Looking at the stone platform that surpassed countless mountain peaks, the vast sea of clouds was in full view, and the golden light shone on the whole body, and he closed his eyes comfortably for a while.

"This is the roof of the sworn emperor, and it is also the throne of the dragon. "Condensed into the heart, it is the dust of history, it is the years that urge people, and back then, I was like this.

There is no regret on the nine floors and ten platforms, and there is no fear under the three pillars of soul burning.

From the father, from the mother, from the brother, from the brother, one by one, one by one, born here, departed here.

"Swear the emperor's platform, heavy dragon stone, ascend the dragon seat. "The trembling hand caresses the rusty bronze stone carvings everywhere, the ancient and obscure pictures, the chronicler's long-standing stories, and the sad memories.

"What's the point, what are you bringing me here to see? I'm going to see the third brother. The child turned around and said in an innocent voice with a cautious and panicked look.

"Your third brother is right in front of you!" said the old man as he looked at his eyes as pure as jade, and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

"Where!" I was shocked to look around, and I couldn't return to my dream, only to see the chaos of stones gathering, a huge stone pressing all the small stones, and on the big stones there were pieces of stone, jade, and bronze utensils.

The feeling of warmth, the call of blood, as if waiting for thousands of years, just for the embrace of this life.

The tentacles, cold but warm, the blood seemed to be boiling, and it felt the same as usual.

"Ahh

"It's not that I don't understand, it's not that I don't understand, it's just why?

"I want to be the king, the strongest king in the world. "No matter how beautiful the oath is, no one can understand it, and no matter how far the ambition is, you have to move forward.

"The king?" looked at the child with cloudy eyes, unable to hear the persistence and soul thoughts in his mouth.

"Child, will you become the king of this world in the future?" Looking at the thin and weak shadow in front of him, the old man couldn't help but be fascinated.

Heaven and earth have a way, the world can't, the war flowing on the earth, so that the mountains, rivers and rivers are endless, and the catastrophe from heaven and earth sharpens the will of the human race.

Legend has it that the ancestors of ancient times, the living environment was much more difficult than now, they were not afraid of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they were not afraid of gods and ghosts, they fought with the sky and the earth all their lives, and all the bad luck that blocked the way of the human race could not make them succumb.

The ancestors revered the heavens and the earth and worshiped the souls of their ancestors, but they did not bow their knees to the evil gods and goddesses in the sky as they do today.

The king fights for the world, from ancient times to the past, there is no righteousness, like the fierce sun, shining all the time in the world.

Even if the king is lost, they sink into the dark, the name left in the world is still a continuous legend, a myth that is not forgotten, and the supreme glory of the descendants singing the praises of virtue, they are destined to shine through the ages, and the moon is silent.

"What's your name?" Quiet as an abyss looked at the unknown child in front of him, asking if there was anything to remember?

"Huangtian, the emperor of the White King, the heaven of the Li clan, the name given by the third elder brother, he said that this name is easy to feed. "An innocent heart, a simple and easy-to-understand name.

The young man held an unknown stone tool in his hand, standing as if heaven and earth were one, as if holding the sun, moon and stars in his hand.

"Huangtian!" muttered a few words, a long-term name, a long-ago person, two words make the heart boil, and two words make the soul swing.

In the past, one clan and one clan, the ten kingdoms of Kyushu led the world and protected the dawn of all races.

Children, who have always been children, have been rejoicing when they mention important things, because important people and important things are worth remembering.

The double light flashed, and the soul fell asleep without interest.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the night turns to dawn, and the child of the past has become a sturdy warrior, and his weak body has been abandoned in the past.

"Hmph, hum, drink!"

The powerful arm swung the stone greatsword vigorously, slashing at the void again and again, until the force was all there.

"It's not enough!" the voice of the panting belt was confused, and the one-armed stone sword pointed to the sky did not move.

A fist is swung in the wind, a foot is swept away by gravel, and his body is iron, ignoring the tears of pain, and dancing here with a dream.

"Ahh

"Haha, look! Our king, that fool is here again!" a group of little children watched as the young man with a stone sword on his back and a stone tool trapped in his limbs slowly walked by, and laughed at him one by one.

The young man smiled stupidly, squatted down and touched the head of a little child, squeezed his face at him, pinched the child's nose, and provoked a fierce cry.

The originally dull morning was once again full of vitality because of the arrival of a person, so that this morning was no longer quiet, and since then it has been noisy and undulating.

"Thirteen is here!" asked the old man who was spitting out the essence of heaven and earth under the big tree.

"Hmm!" they looked at each other, looking at a group of defeated and unyielding gods of war, and they couldn't help but smile.

Then he strode cross-legged and sat on a stone seat, leading the elves of heaven and earth, and guiding the sun and moon streamers to warm and nurture the body.

The stone giant sword on the leg is immortal after thousands of years, and the fingers are lightly rubbed.

The body is as immobile as a mountain, absent-minded, tortures oneself every day, blazing the soul, so that oneself and the heart can chase the power of light without scruples.

When fighting for the day, the soul of the soul, the strength of the force, the body of the fight, the giants in the field who pull the mountains and stones, the naked chest shines with bright light, they spit out the essence of the essence, and pneumatic the mountains and fields in all directions.

They are the heroes who stand up to the sky, and they are also the strongest gods of war in the tribe, the warriors who protect this land, and the warriors who open up the territory, fighting for the next living space for the tribe and fighting for the next home.

From the moment they were born, they were destined to end this life, born for war, died for war, maybe timid, maybe confused, but never retreated.

They know very well that once they retreat, the remaining positions will be replaced by others, it will be another sorrow of life, and they always look forward to the fact that maybe one day, someone will break free from this shackle, not shed tears, not bloodshed.

Strength, strength, only the strong can survive in the world, and only the strong can protect one side, and only the strong can change everything in this low splash.

"What do you see? What do you remember? It depends on your eyes and heart, don't change yourself because of others, and don't bind yourself because of others. ”

"This world is not a world where power can decide everything, there are things that can be sacrificed to protect even your life on the road to becoming a king, not to mention the power of chaos. ”

I don't know when, a warm hand has been placed on the shoulder, and a clear word has been buried in the soul.