At night, the capital of the Han Dynasty was still peaceful and peaceful, but there was a little anxiety in the calm. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info who is sighing in the dark, who is looking in the moonlight, and who is tormenting in purgatory.

At night, the Han Dynasty capital is full of stars, which is the most beautiful time of the day, and the pedestrians on the streets are in a hurry, and there is no time to take in this beautiful scenery. They looked nervous, shuttling back and forth, bowing their heads from time to time to talk about something. Looks like they're looking for someone. Suddenly, a guard was transported to the ground, and when he untied his face scarf, he saw that it was the guard who reported the situation in front of Lu Xigu at night.

Now he is angry that Lu Xigu is seriously injured, but he still grits his teeth and looks for someone. After a day and a night of physical exertion, he finally fainted, and he didn't know what to do. Seeing this, the surrounding dead men stopped their steps and helped him up and dragged him to the corner of the city gate.

"Snap"

A faint sound fell, and it was very clear in the silence of the night, but no one noticed the preoccupied dead soldiers. After placing the fainted dead man in the corner, they all turned to do their own thing. The injured will be answered. The most important thing now is to find the young son of the Huo family, who the young master values the most, and let the young master calm his anger.

The moonlight illuminates the land, and a silver waist plate burns on the polished bluestone bricks. The emblem of the three flames on it is particularly eye-catching. If there is a knowledgeable person at this moment, he will definitely find that the back of the waist card is engraved with the word flame.

This is the waist plate of the famous three-flame building in the capital. Sanyan Tower, the largest black market in the capital, is also a famous gold kiln, ecstasy cave. It is also the largest information network on the rivers and lakes. As long as you have gold, even if you kill people and sell goods, they will do the same beautifully. It's as amazing as art.

Such behavior was intolerable to the rivers and lakes and the imperial court, which neither served the imperial court nor disdained to walk with the so-called famous and decent families. In addition to the mysterious backstage power behind it, the most feared thing is the owner of the building who no longer knows how many generations of the owner he is.

Legend has it that each of the owners of the Three Flames Building is bloodthirsty; Legend has it that every owner of the Three-Flame Mansion is extremely ugly, otherwise he would not have shown people in a mask; Legend has it that the owner of the Three Flames Building has always been a person and has an immortal body, which is why he is so powerful.

This is a deep-rooted speculation, and it is also the only impression the world has of the mysterious landlord. Or maybe it's their fear and awe of absolute power. But no matter what, since the establishment of the Three Flames Tower, no one has seen his true existence. It has always stood in the capital of the Han Dynasty with the absolute power of darkness, and as the history of the Han Dynasty gradually grew old, it never decayed.

The night, which covers the beginning of sin and releases the breath of demons. The righteous people always resist stubbornly, and the powerful evil always suppresses the weak justice. The weak always protect the weak, and the slaves in the darkness are looking forward to the arrival of light and justice. It is also expected that God can bring the most just judgment.

"Ahh Yes! Ahh Kill me! Kill me! ”

Who wails in pain in the darkness, who prays pitifully in the darkness. Praying for liberation, longing for death.

Follow the sound to find the past, the road is getting deeper and deeper, the trees are getting taller and taller, and the environment is becoming more and more quiet. Moist air is active in the nasal cavity and beats in the lungs. The cold and wet air made people shiver. As the trail progresses, an old mansion emerges in the open forest.

This is a realm that no one expected, such a remote and gloomy interface, I'm afraid no one would want to pass by here and come in to find out. If the treasures of the court were to be inspected, they would have admired the beautiful courtyard that looked like a work of art. Walking into the empty woodland, the listing of the house comes into view, and the good agarwood is only engraved with two words, a thousand sounds.

This is an ancient history, the Qianyin family is the descendants of Yan and Huang, and the blood is pure. They have existed in ancient times, accumulated for hundreds of years, and have a powerful power that no one knows. In every life, every generation of outstanding children and grandchildren will inherit the bloodline of Yanhuang and become the leader of the family.

If you want to get it, you have to pay the same price, and this is equality in the eyes of the world. The Qianyin clan has to pay an even more painful price if they gain such a powerful power. Every heir to the Thousand Voices who has been passed down to the Hundred Voices suffers the pain of burning at the end of each month.

Imagine that your internal organs are burning, your eyes are red, and your pupils are double. Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, has been powerful since he was a child, and the world only knows that it is his natural divine power, but they don't know that he is actually a Qianyin clan. During the struggle for hegemony between Chu and Han, Xiang Yu committed suicide by cutting his neck because he couldn't bear the pain of burning.

Each Qianyin clan has its own medium, but it is not easy to find its own medium at the ends of the earth. As a result, the Qianyin clan declined, and the clansmen decreased from generation to generation. The withering of offspring is a sign of decay.

The sun is rising and dawn is coming. With my eyes closed, I moved my ears slightly. I grinned slightly, and I heard the sound of the flowers blooming, the sound of dew dripping, it was so beautiful and intoxicating. I silently admired and rejoiced, temporarily abandoning the troubles that disturbed my mind, and calming down to listen to the music of nature.

The abrupt end of the story made me open my eyes in confusion. I looked at Huo Quai, who was already weak on the sickbed and was about to lose his mouth, and I said indifferently:

"General Huo, but there is only one day left today, and tonight will definitely be the time to return. If Mr. Story's story is not over, even if he says his wish at the end, it will be invalid and invalid! ”

"Hehe, hehe."

Huo Quzhi grinned his dry lips and smiled hoarsely:

"The Qianyin clan should have been lonely, but I never thought that Lu Xigu would actually be the descendant of Qianyin and the master of the Three Flames Tower. She is his medium, hehe, everything is destined, I am destined, I am destined to be alone and old for a lifetime. ”

"What?!"

When I heard his answer, I stood up suddenly, grabbed Huo Quzhi's bony body tightly, and said in surprise:

"The Qianyin family, and there are descendants?!"

This is a fact that I can't believe it, I looked at Huo Quzhi and nodded with difficulty, I staggered back two steps and sat down in my chair, my fists clenched. He frowned, his eyes full of incredulous doubts.

My mind went blank, all I had was the remnants of the memories and the horrors of the stage. Everywhere there was a sea of flames, the cries of desperate people for help, the cries of babies, and the heart-rending cries of women.

It was a thousand-year catastrophe. It is said that the tree is a big wind. The Thousand Voices are such beings, they have the power that the gods envy, and they can freely experience the happiness of the world without any worries. Their power can be passed on from generation to generation.

If the wood is beautiful in the forest, it will be destroyed. Their pride and excellence finally aroused the jealousy and wrath of the Father. An unprecedented massacre, the first time I tasted the joy of blood, and the last time I fought hard to kill on the battlefield.

Although the Thousand Voices are powerful, they are mortals, so how can they compete with the power of the gods. So there is no suspense, the team of gods I lead is completely overwhelmingly powerful, not so much a war, but a hunt and hunt between gods and prey.

I still vividly remember that day in the raging fire, the patriarch of Qianyin looked at the sky with angry and hateful eyes, and his voice was full of resentment and cursed. I will never forget that scene, the baby was still crying in his arms, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness. It seems to be an angry denunciation of God's injustice. That was my eternal nightmare.

I thought that in that catastrophe, the Qianyin clan should be wiped out, who would have thought that there would be descendants alive. Suddenly, I suddenly thought of something, I grabbed Huo Quzhi's bare wrist, I calmed down, slowed down my breathing, and carefully checked Huo Quzhi's pulse.

After a long time, I put down my hands and smiled bitterly, I should have thought of it. Huo Qu is sick and sick, and ordinary people only have a one-day respite period when they rely on obsession, but he can survive for two days. I always thought that it was his obsession that was more important than ordinary people to support him to live to this day, but I didn't expect that there was another reason.

I reached out to my forehead and closed my eyes tightly, hoping to ease the pain and fear in my heart. It's been a long time, so long that I can hear my heart beating. I calmed down and slowly raised my head, I looked at the unfathomable Huo Quai, who was smiling. Open your mouth and say:

"There are masters around General Huo, so why should he call Bushen to intervene?"

Huo Quzhi only smiled, did not answer, after listening to my question, he slowly put his hand into the bedgown and slowly pulled out a necklace from his neck. The necklace is just an ordinary silver chain, which can be made by large families, and the weird thing is the hanging ornament on the necklace. It is very peculiar, like stone but not stone, like iron but not iron. It's like an amber. There was a blue glow flickering inside.

My eyes widened in surprise, this thing is unknown to others, how can I not know, this is the blood of the Qianyin clan, which can trap people's souls and bind people's souls. It is the best formation in the world. As long as there is one member of the Qianyin clan alive, this taboo set by the heart will always be in effect.

My eyes turned sharply, and I sneered and said:

"It is worthy of being a general who marches and fights, the god of war of the Han Dynasty, consuming time with me like this, telling so many children's memories, I'm afraid it's this moment that I'm waiting for."

"Hehe, hehe."

Huo Quzhi smiled dryly:

"Sir, don't be angry, this is also something you can't take for granted, Huo heard that Mr. is meticulous in his work and never breaks the rules. Huo's behavior today is also something to ask for. ”

I squinted my eyes, took a sip of hot tea, and didn't answer. The atmosphere froze instantly, and time passed minute by minute. Finally, the sun rose and the air outside began to heat up. I just put down the teacup:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Huo Quai, with smugness in his eyes. He opened his chapped lips:

"I know that the necklace I wore around my neck was an extraordinary item, and it was given to me by Lu Xigu when he sent me to the battlefield. Today, I am here to pray for the fulfillment of my two wishes, Sir. After the end, in addition to Huo's soul belonging to Mr., this chain will also be given to Mr. Yu. ”

After listening to this, I brushed the wrinkles on my body and sat back in my chair: "Say, just don't listen." ”

However, I am secretly vigilant in my heart, this time I am afraid that it is not ordinary and comparable. This Huo Qubing is an old fox in the court, and I am afraid that there will be a trick now, so I have to guard against it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but continue to cheer up and listen to him.

In the sixth year of Yuanzhan (117 AD), Huo Qu died of illness at the age of 24.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was very sad for the loss of love, and dispatched the ironclad army of the five border counties to line up in a formation from Chang'an to Maoling, and gave Huo Qu's tomb the image of Qilian Mountain.

I stood on top of the tower and watched the people in the streets see him off, many of whom wept bitterly, and I shook my head and chuckled, knowing that the coffin was just a well-dressed mound. I still remember the scene of that night vividly.

After Huo Qu's death, I turned my head to look out the window, the guards were tight, it seemed that Huo Quai's cronies had already been replaced by Liu Che, I looked back at Huo Qubing who was lying on the bed, shook my head, and jumped out of the window.

On a summer night in Chang'an, the stars twinkled charmingly, and I walked alone in the dark night, and a bright fire erupted behind me

"It's water, it's water!"

"The general is still inside!"

I smiled and jumped and disappeared into the darkness.

The scenery outside the Seychelles is beautiful at all times of the year, and people are fascinated. I rarely rode a horse and took my little apprentice to wander the grassland:

"Master, where are we going?"

I turned my head to look at Shaoyuan, who was riding a horse for the first time, and looked a little excited, and smiled:

"Find an old man."

A yurt loomed in the distance, and I pointed to a yurt with a blue pattern and said:

"That's it, Shaoyuan, you are waiting for me here."

When he had finished speaking, he rode forward,

"Hey, master......"

Shaoyuan's voice disappeared into the air, and I ran forward without looking back.

"What, it's like this every time, leaving me alone."

Shaoyuan kicked the horse and muttered complaints.

I came to the yurt, gently pushed the fence open, into the yard, I took out the letter from my bosom and carefully placed it on the stable, I looked up around the house, at this time, a woman came out of the house, I ran out of the yurt quickly, regardless of the woman's shouts, rode away.

"What's wrong, Yan."

A man came out of the yurt and put his arm around the woman and asked

The woman shook her head and showed the man the new I had left:

"Xigu, look."

The man took the letter and saw that the yellowed paper was written, I love you.

The man and the woman looked at each other, and the man looked at the letter and suddenly felt a little sad, and tears fell on the paper, but he didn't understand why.

Paper, drifting away with the wind. The horse bell rang softly, I don't know if it was sighing for this forbidden crush, or just sighing with the wind.

The rain, drop by drop, began to fall, moistening the prairie that had been dry for a long time. For whom they are weeping, or for whom they are lamenting.

There is no right or wrong in the world of love, as long as you love, it is right.

When he returned to Chang'an, he met Huo Quai's funeral. I stood on the castle tower, took out the general's order in my arms, and looked at the retro pattern on it:

(To be continued.) )