The little servant led Xiangyu all the way to the front yard, and after passing several bluestone paths, he finally stopped at the entrance of a courtyard.

Xiangyu glanced at the entrance and said to the little guy, "Stand down." ”

The little guy bowed to Xiangyu and turned to leave.

Xiangyu's expression was slightly condensed, and he walked towards the courtyard.

Originally, it was full of greenery and green bamboos in the courtyard, but when one of Xiangyu's feet was about to reach in, the courtyard instantly dimmed, as if someone had previously covered a sky lantern on the top, and suddenly turned off the sky lantern at this time.

It's still in the daytime, so out of phase, there's only one explanation.

He's in the middle of the formation!

Xiangyu couldn't be more familiar with this formation, this is the second time he has seen this formation since more than 600 years of moon fence and on the fence-

Array!

The 10,000-character array requires the terrifying power given by thousands of Xiang clansmen to turn into a sharp word sword to slash the ghosts and monsters in the array.

At this time, the clansmen were not yet in place, but they had just laid a solid foundation for the formation.

Xiangyu continued to walk forward, and finally stopped at a gloomy wooden sacrificial table at the forefront, only to see a red sacrificial candle burning on the left and right sides, and an empty seat in the center, where a bloody ghost head would be placed in the future.

The sacrificial pool, which was used to hold the blood of the sacrificed, and the sacrificial coffin, which contained the body of the sacrificer after death, are all in the lower place.

Everything was so familiar, and despite the centuries that had passed, Xiangyu had almost instantly thought back to the past.

In my memory, on the night of Yuefen, the night of Zhongyuan more than 600 years ago, Yuefen, who was bound by the 10,000-character array, struggled painfully and depressedly, and suddenly she looked up to the sky and let out a terrible scream, and her stunning face was pale and white, only bloodstained and hideous.

......

Xiangyu let out a clear and calm inhalation and exhalation, and he wiped his very immature face with his hand, and a trace of compassion that was incompatible with his young appearance slowly emerged.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Xiangyu turned to look, only to see a fat black pig, swinging four small short legs, walking quickly in his direction.

Before Wangcai could fully approach Xiangyu, he was picked up by a hand behind him, and Xiangqian's old voice sounded in the darkness.

"You brute, you sneaked out behind my back, so I could look for it. ”

Xiangyu looked up at Xiangqian, Xiangqian's gaze moved from Wangcai's body to Xiangyu, who was very short, and a look of nostalgia suddenly flashed on Xiangqian's face.

His gaze gradually became very loving, he walked up to Xiangyu, squatted down, patted Xiangyu's head, and his expression unconsciously softened, as if he had returned to the past when Xiangyu was a child, and he got along with it.

The young man in front of him is the son of him and his beloved wife, Princess Lanzhu, although under the skin is Fuxue, who has lived for hundreds of years, but in any case, he is indeed his flesh and blood.

"Zi Chao, this time, have you made up your mind?" Xiang Qian looked at Xiang Yu lovingly and asked with a light smile.

Xiangyu blinked and looked at Xiangqian with a puzzled expression.

Xiangqian sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "You have been burdened with guilt for more than six hundred years, and the old man has always known it. ”

When Xiangyu heard this, his expression was immediately shocked.

Xiangqian looked at Wangcai, slapped his white round ass with the palm of his hand, and scolded: "If you move again, I will steam you and offer you to the altar tonight!" Xiangqian waved his hand in the direction of the altar as he spoke, intimidating Wangcai.

Wangcai seemed to be able to understand what Xiangqian said, and immediately quieted down again, obediently lying in Xiangqian's arms, never daring to move again, looking even more well-behaved and peaceful than just now.

"The altar, did you set it up?" asked Xiangyu.

Xiangqian stretched out his hand and patted Xiangyu's head again, the strength was a little greater than just now, and he scolded with a smile: "You kid, now that you are short, you still use this tone to talk to the old man, and you want to call your father." ”

Xiangyu was stunned.

Speaking of which, since he was born, he has carried the consciousness of Fuxue, Princess Lanzhu died of illness soon after giving birth to him, he grew up and rarely called Xiangqian as a father like ordinary children.

Xiangqian happened to be such an only son as Xiangyu, but he has not enjoyed all the pleasures that a father should have, and at this time Xiangqian suddenly said this sentence, thinking that it was also the words he had buried in his heart for decades and wanted to spit out.

Xiangyu Yaqing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his eyes, looked at Xiangqian, and called out respectfully and reverently: "Dad." ”

A call suddenly made Xiangqian's eyes wet, he nodded again and again, and threw Wangcai in his arms on the ground, and Wangcai ran away.

Xiangqian stretched out his hand and took the child-like Xiangyu into his arms, and the old palm gently stroked his little brain, and sighed: "Zijiao, this name of yours was given to you by Lan Shu before he died, she said, my Zijiao, you should be carefree since childhood." ”

Xiang Qian let go of Xiangyu, looked directly at him, his expression became serious, and continued: "So, if you don't dare to make any decision tonight, my father will not blame you, you have done enough for the Xiang clan in the past six hundred years." ”

Xiangyu looked at Xiang Qian in shock, completely unexpectedly that Xiang Qian would suddenly say such a thing to him.

Xiangqian's words continued: "The old man only hopes that after tonight, you can live a chic and wanton life, like other teenagers, live in accordance with your heart, and no longer bear any burdens!"

I don't know when, the darkness in the formation has disappeared, and Xiangqian has also left, leaving Xiangyu alone to stand in place.

His mood at the moment is beyond words.

He had never thought that he was alone and silently bearing everything, and that no one in the world could understand his feelings and know what he was doing.

He has always self-righteously put himself in the position of a lonely person, bearing all the sins and responsibilities, and he boasts in his heart that he is the same person who supports or destroys the Xiang people, and is closely linked to the fate of the Xiang people.

His loneliness and arrogance, as well as the scheming of the city government, all come from this.

But just now, he realized that he was wrong.

He tried to disguise himself as an unassailable saint, who had no mortal power to destroy him, and he abandoned all his preferences and wills, making himself like a man who had long since escaped the earth.

But his father, Xiangqian, suddenly told him that no matter what choice he made, he would not be blamed.

He still remembered that as Fu Xue, when everyone learned about his immortality curse and the extermination curse, what he got the most was reproach and resentment from his clan.

In order to counteract these rolling malice, Xiangyu gradually became his current self, and was admired by tens of thousands of people, and no one had half a beak for him.

Xiangyu raised her white jade-like face and looked at the blue sea and clear sky above that had reopened its brilliance.

The sound of cicadas sounded in his ears, and he seemed to feel the shackles behind him slowly loosen and fall off......