Extra: Prince Changqin

Tongtian is his father?

When Prince Changqin learned the news, he was full of absurdity.

He should have died on the Lich battlefield and shed his last drop of blood for the Wu Clan, but Sanqing saved him, and Lao Tzu told him in private that Zhu Rong had no blood relationship with him, and that the Wu Clan was just using his identity to improve his luck.

What special identity can I have?

Lao Tzu said that he was the child of his third brother, and the man Teng Chang loved was Tongtian.

Once his cognition collapsed, the crown prince Changqin was in a daze for several days, and he couldn't face the black-haired young man who always avoided him.

He recalled the cold relationship between his mother and his father, and the ancestor Wu was not very close to Teng Chang, and the most obvious flaw had been in front of him for so long, but he subconsciously ignored it.

Prince Changqin's heart was bitter and unbearable.

Zu Wu always taught him that the Wu clan was his root, and Zhu Rong was the one who loved him the most, but the more this was the case, the more weak the Zu Wu became.

After knowing the truth of his birth, Prince Changqin was depressed in the days of recuperating from his injuries in Kunlun Mountain. He resisted contact with Sanqing, and wanted to go out, but Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi did not allow it, and demanded that he be completely well before he could get out of the range of Kunlun Mountain.

So he suppressed his eagerness and asked Lao Tzu, "Is my mother okay?" ”

Lao Tzu said gently: "Hmm. ”

This response made Prince Changqin suddenly lose the courage to speak.

Where is the mother, and is the mother saved by you...... He couldn't ask about any of this, especially when he learned that Tongtian didn't love his mother at all.

Under Lao Tzu's tolerant eyes that saw through people's hearts, the crown prince Changqin hurriedly returned to his residence. In the quiet and elegant room, he saw a piano, and his hand couldn't help but stroke it, but he instinctively missed the fifty strings that he didn't know whereabouts.

His ...... Left on the battlefield, the people of the Wu Clan should take care of it.

Prince Changqin thought uncertainly.

With a nervous mood, he lived in Kunlun Mountain for two years, and after the supply of pills from Taiqing Laozi regardless of the cost, his body that was severely injured by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight, and the essence and blood that was forcibly urged to be lost by fifty strings were also replenished to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Originally, this was an injury that would take a hundred years to heal......

Prince Changqin opened his mouth and thanked Lao Tzu, who smiled and said, "You should thank Tongtian." ”

Although he was not a new son, the prince Changqin was still frozen, his fingers were clenched under his sleeves, and he didn't know how to see the sky. Zhu Rong is a qualified father, he taught him all the skills to survive in the Wu clan, the prince Changqin is used to the hearty style of the Wu clan, and he himself is also a lot more straightforward.

His thoughts were clear in front of Lao Tzu.

Lao Tzu said kindly to this junior: "Tongtian is not as indifferent as he said, to Teng Chang, he is benevolent and righteous, but to you...... He cares, otherwise he wouldn't immediately beg me and Yuan Shi to help save you. ”

Under his persuasion, Prince Changqin stepped into Kunlun Palace to find Shangqing, who was closed.

In the depths of his heart, he respects Sanqing, who is the original god of Pangu and the most noble root of the wilderness. Any desolate creature suddenly learned that he was a descendant of Pangu and had the most noble bloodline in the world, and he probably couldn't deal with it calmly.

But he still loves everything about the Wu Clan, and he doesn't want to change his name to call Tongtian his father, and Zhu Rong is the one who raised him.

The feeling of betrayal made Prince Changqin very uncomfortable.

When he saw Tongtian, Prince Changqin suddenly found that he was too worried, and Tongtian didn't ask him to be his child at all, "You can come to Kunlun Mountain at any time, the eldest brother and the second brother like you more-" The black-haired and black-clothed young man wiped the Qingping sword and treated his only child indifferently, as if the other party was just a stranger.

The crown prince Changqin said the words that were blocked in his throat: "Thank you...... Rescue. ”

Tongtian paused, "It's nothing." ”

Yes, nothing.

Whether it is saving people or paying attention to the prince Changqin, it is something he does subconsciously, and the things that maintain the connection between them are too thin.

Tongtian looked at the prince Changqin with a beautiful face in front of him, and that graceful demeanor was not something that people of the Wu clan could have. No matter how much Zhu Rong's bloodline mutates, he can't give birth to such a son, this is ...... A trait that only a seeker like he would have.

"Teng Chang is waiting for you at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."

He left this sentence behind, and he didn't even want to leave Kunlun Palace.

Stepping out of the palace, Tongtian glared at Lao Tzu outside, Lao Tzu didn't see it, and glanced at the figure of his third brother leaving out of the corner of his eye, presumably the third brother went to another place to calm down.

This also shows that where the prince Changqin is located, the third brother's mind cannot be calmed down.

Lao Tzu said to himself: "That's why I let him get along with you." ”

Cutting off three corpses requires understanding of one's own feelings.

After Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi determined that the prince Changqin's recuperation was over, they opened the mountain protection array of Kunlun Mountain with great mercy and let the prince Changqin go down the mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, Prince Changqin saw Teng Chang as promised and was pleasantly surprised.

"Mother!"

Ignoring the obscurity of the branches, he stepped on as fast as he could.

Seeing Teng Chang's haggard face clearly, Prince Changqin was startled, "What's wrong with you?" Is something happening to the Witches......" He had a bad premonition.

When Teng Chang saw the child, he barely squeezed out a smile, but tears fell.

Her darkened skin had been exposed to the sun for a long time, her lips were chapped and her long hair tied back was unkempt, a few strands of knots, stained with dark brown coagulated blood. The crown prince Changqin's heart was like a knife, and he supported his mother, who was always strong, "Yes, is the Wu clan defeated?" ”

He uttered the closest guess to the truth, his voice trembling.

Teng Chang said miserably: "Yes! ”

Prince Changqin also shed tears, and he was no longer calm, "What about Lord Houtu?" ”

He wanted to ask, didn't the only savior of the Wu Clan, the ancestor witch who could make the Wu Clan rise, save the Wu Clan?

Teng Chang reacted more strongly to the name Houtu, and his body was shaky.

"She preached......"

Prince Changqin didn't pay attention to Teng Chang's honorific title, and hurriedly asked about the follow-up, Teng Chang had no choice but to inform him: "After the preaching, Houtu Niangniang got the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal, and according to the oath to guard the Netherworld forever, she only had time to break through the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array. ”

This is the mildest explanation, and Teng Chang is reluctant to say it too cruelly.

Prince Changqin mourned.

As soon as Teng Changqin looked at Changqin's expression, she understood that her bright child understood Houtu's choice, and Houtu abandoned the Wu Clan and let the Wu Clan be defeated.

Prince Changqin choked up and asked, "My father...... Still alive? ”

Teng Chang shook his head sadly.

The two highest-ranking descendants of the Wu clan went to Buzhou Mountain soon after. No, even Buzhou Mountain doesn't exist anymore! There was a huge old tree there.

Ignoring the tree, Prince Changqin found the entrance to the Wu Clan's past under a barren rubble, opened the formation, and entered the Wu Clan's clan land with Teng Chang.

Inside the ruined land of the Wu clan.

Teng Chang no longer concealed it, and told the story of the war completely, some of which she saw with her own eyes, and some of which she inquired about after being rescued.

Prince Changqin's heart was dripping blood, his face was pale, when his father saw Fifty Strings but didn't see him, he thought he was falling, in order to avenge him, his father faced the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and died under the fire of the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Golden Crow.

"Father!" Prince Changqin completely forgot a trace of admiration for Tongtian, his mind was occupied by Zhu Rong, and the intense pain tormented him, making him want to replace him.

Why is this happening!

For the sake of the famine, the Wu clan has fallen to such a point!

The demon clan, the former enemy of life and death, also died tragically, and there were very few people alive, and the situation of the two clans of the flood and desolation disappeared without a trace.

Prince Changqin said suddenly: "I want to see Lord Houtu!" ”

All the reasons can only be answered by Houtu.

Teng Chang silently wiped away his tears, "I don't know where the entrance to the Netherworld is, but it is said that Hou Tu Niang Niang is friendly with the Styx Ancestor, you can go and ask that great power." She sat on the ground and stroked the land, "I'll stay here and wait for you." ”

The prince Changqin did not stop, said goodbye to his mother and went to the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the place where countless souls once gathered became much empty, and there were no more wandering souls.

He walked into the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the sea of blood stained his white clothes red, but he didn't care, and said in a hoarse voice: "The prince of the Wu clan, Changqin, visit the Styx Ancestor. ”

Styx secretly said a little trouble.

Knowing the intention of the prince Changqin, Styx was reluctant to contact the witch clan too much, and opened a passage to the Netherworld for the prince Changqin. The Wu Clan now has a bad reputation, known as a sin race, and the destruction of Buzhou Mountain is too serious, and every desolate creature resists that arrogant race from the bottom of their hearts.

The crown prince Changqin walked silently in the Netherworld, ignoring the dead soul. He passed through the plains without any houses, walked along the path that had just been carved out, and finally saw a long river of yellow springs with a small bridge that curved.

A woman stood on the bridge, her black dress was plain, and her face was clear and hibiscus.

It is similar to Houtu but different from it.

The crown prince Changqin spit out his most vulnerable sentence so far: "Aunt Houtu, my father is dead, the Wu clan is gone, I don't understand why things have evolved to this point......"

The woman on the bridge was not moved, and said calmly: "There is no future in the world, I am a peaceful mother." After these words, she answered the question of the prince Changqin, "The lich went against the heavens and coveted the unattainable, and was doomed to failure." ”

"Do you think so?" The prince Changqin was numb.

Pingxin Niangniang nodded, "Anyone in the realm of us can deduce what happened in the past, and the lich is the second calamity after the dragon and phoenix and the unicorn." ”

Measure the catastrophe!

The Wu clan is even worse than the fate of the dragon and phoenix and the unicorn!

The crown prince Changqin's mouth was red, crying and laughing, "Why can the demon clan survive, but the witch clan is almost dead?" It's not fair! ”

Pingxin Niangniang said in an outsider's tone: "Because the mountain collapsed and the flood was shattered, this karma was counted on the head of the Wu clan, and the luck of the Wu clan was cut off. ”

Prince Changqin's eyes darkened.

At the moment of coma, the sound of the collapse of the mountain exploded in his ears, the water of the heavenly river poured back, and the roar of the living beings in the world was devastated!

Realizing that karma will also be haunted, Prince Changqin gave up blocking and sank into the darkness of the abyss. As he burned like a fire, painfully suffering the backlash of karma, he seemed to hear a sigh from nowhere.

"For my sake, wipe his karma."

A male doppelganger appeared on the Nai He Bridge, with a slightly sad expression, he was a good corpse through the sky, and his feelings for Prince Changqin were much more straightforward than the body.

Pingxin Niangniang ignored it, "You are not through the sky." ”

"I can represent him, and he agreed." ”

Ping Xin Niangniang thought for a moment, and used the power of the lord of the earth to extract the soul of the prince Changqin, "I will put him into reincarnation, and the karma of the soul can be washed away in a hundred lifetimes, but this move is not a good thing, you need to pay enough merit power." ”

"It doesn't matter."

The good corpse picked up the body of the prince Changqin and floated away.

The past has become a dead knot, and there is infinite hope for the future, neither he nor Tongtian wants to see Changqin survive for the Wu Clan. This is probably a wisp of compassion that Tongtian, as a father, cannot erase before he becomes a saint and preaches the Tao.

What is the crown prince, it is just a constraint imposed by the Wu clan.

A long piano is a long piano after all.

What Tongtian wants to see is a carefree and playful god of destiny, not a walking dead avenger who wants to revive the witch clan.

The author has something to say: #818辣个仙二代太子长琴#

Prince Changqin: ...... Even if I'm not Tongtian's son, I'm also the second generation of immortals.

Tongtian: ==

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Wrote more than 3000 words, so it was a little slower and only updated in the early hours of the morning

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