Qucheng, originally the capital of Qu State, is now a county of Southern Chu in Jiangbei. The city is not big, the radius is only thirty miles, the buildings in the city are unique, it is not as majestic as Yongdu, nor is it as breathtaking as Yanjing, it is like a beautiful round box, the shops and houses are like a circle and a circle, guarding the county office that was originally the palace.

Southern Chu, like the Yan State, would set up a county every time they conquered a vassal state, and the supreme ruler was called Ling Yin, which was equivalent to the left and right doctors, but did not have the ownership of the county. This is the practice of the new princes, but not the old powerhouses of Dayong and Qi, who follow the ancient tradition, with the Son of Heaven in the center, and the princes guarding the Quartet, and every triumphant return is a lavish reward, dividing the newly acquired land one by one to the children of the Hou clan or the meritorious generals and soldiers, so that they can become the vassals of the monarch.

Qucheng, the entire city is white, from a distance, it looks like a white jade gem inlaid in the green water of Black Mountain.

"Spring, Spring......"

The characteristic sound of the bronze bull's horn sounded, and sixteen burly and powerful men stood on the white city wall and blew eight horns that were eight feet long. With the sound of a long and desolate horn, an ox cart slowly drove out from the county office in the center of the city, the two oxen pulling the cart were snow-white, there was no miscellaneous hair on the body, the body had no canopy, and a large flag was erected in the wind, and the flag was embroidered with a blood phoenix that spread its wings and soared in the thunder and lightning and dark clouds, which was the symbol of Southern Chu, the thundercloud blood phoenix.

Legend has it that the people of Southern Chu are the descendants of the god of fire, who have been waiting for the ancient god king for generations, bringing the fire of light and destruction to the world.

Two white oxen walked in the white avenue with their horns on their heads, Chu Xuanhuai stood on the car, he was wearing a grand military uniform, and his back was draped with a big hat embroidered with thunderclouds and blood phoenixes. Beside him stood a white-haired old man, also dressed in gorgeous iron armor, dressed in Tongri Daqi, this person is Dayong's old Qing Xiang Zhongfu, at this time, his demeanor is still the same, but the eyes that are as sharp as an eagle reveal a faint, palpitating sadness.

Yan Wuxian rode on horseback, watching two white cows coming from the white city, the snow-white hooves of the cows stepped on the suspension bridge, stepped on the weeds all the way, and came to the solemn plain. Here, all the horses are dark, the voices of people are still, and only the endless sea of flags rolls into the distance in the wind. These flags are colorful and varied, some are embroidered with ancient paulownia trees and red sun, some embroidered with winged high-flying birds, some are sea-swallowing beasts, white elk and gladiolus, and even, phalaenopsis surrounded by ambergris, and the sun-running red finch and so on.

The powerful Southern Chu defeated the princes of the world with his own strength.

The banner was rolling, and the great witch official who came to Song City was also standing on a snow-white ox cart, holding the festival representing King Jingtai in his hand, which was too far away, Yan Wuxian couldn't see the expression of the big witch official clearly, and could only see the big witch official wearing colorful clothes, wearing a crown of sky-high feather feathers on his head, like a colorful peacock.

Yan Wuxian held the banner of Xuanniao high, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, because his father Yan Qievil was not far away, with a solemn face. Winter has come, the cold winter wind blows the black air on the shoulders of the Yan Kingdom God of War, he purses his deep jaw lines, presses the black Qingli sword, and looks straight ahead, looking like copper cast iron, cold and ruthless.

Two snow-white ox carts drove in opposite directions, the solemn sound of the horn echoed back and forth in the sky, towards the great witch official of Song City and the great witch official of Nanchu walked to the temporary altar, the platform was fifteen zhang high, and two flower peacocks climbed up along the white stone ladder, they held the sacrificial text on the stage and chanted loudly, the voice was suppressed and frustrated, extremely loud, but Yan Wuxian didn't hear a word clearly, only heard the whistling wind in his ears. Outside Qucheng is an eighty-mile plain, and the wind blows unobstructed. Eighty miles away is a pitch-black mountain range, that is Moyuan Mountain, it is like a majestic black city wall, towering on the north bank of the river.

Moyuan Mountain, the birthplace of the Mo family, Mr. Mozi, the first generation of the Mo family, was enlightened in this mountain. There should be a white city in the boundless mountain range, I heard that it is the most difficult city to attack in the land of Zhongzhou, which does not belong to any princes, only to the children of the Mo family. They wear black and white clothes, but they do not represent yin and yang, but vertically and horizontally, and the vertical and horizontal veins are like the benevolent earth, as long as the rain is moistened, the breath of life will be born, regardless of each other, and love the world.

However, they also rewarded the good and punished the evil, and this time, Chu Xuanhuai fought for thousands of miles and burned Modu, causing hundreds of thousands of civilians and slaves to be displaced and mourning all over the country. Therefore, I heard that the giant in the mountain issued a black and white order, ordering the black and white son to arrest Chu Xuanhuai. And this is ridiculous, in the forest of princes today, is there still a distinction between good and evil?

Finally, Yan Wuxian couldn't help laughing, his laughter was very low, but it was so harsh in this sea of people who were swept by the cold wind and were as silent as death. When he came back to his senses and tried to cover his mouth, it was too late, and his father turned around and gave him a cold look. Yan Wuxian quickly puffed up his chest and looked directly at the high platform, pretending that the laughter was not caused by him.

On the high platform, the two great shamans had finished reciting the lengthy prayers and exchanged armistice covenants with each other, and they raised their hands high to the pale blue sky and danced a dance that only they could comprehend.

One foot high, the other low, looks very funny.

"Hoof it, hoof it ......"

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and Chu Xuanhuai, under the escort of a hundred blood phoenix guards, rode a horse to Yan but ran evilly, all the way, the sea of people was like water.

Looking at Chu Xuanhuai, who was running from afar, Yan Wu only felt that the heart in his chest was beating more and more, as if he wanted to break out of his mouth. That's Chu Xuanhuai, known as the god of war in Southern Chu, who has fought hundreds of battles and has never been defeated. And this time he went deep alone, carrying out a three-month-long thousand-mile run, which is more like a myth, an incredible myth. The world said that this time, my father was defeated and lost to the war fox of Nanchu.

As we got closer, it became clear that people and horses were becoming clear.

"This is Chu Xuanhuai." Seeing Chu Xuanhuai on horseback clearly for the first time, Yan Wuxian was a little disappointed in his heart.

Chu Xuanhuai is about forty years old, he is not good-looking, his face is like a bamboo slip that has been roasted by fire, yellow with green, although he has a square face and broad eyebrows, but there is a tiredness in his eyes that cannot be hidden. At first glance, it looks like a farmer who has just returned from working in the fields. If you carry a hoe again, it will be the same.

It was such an inconspicuous Chu Xuanhuai who defeated an army of 500,000 and forced the princes of the Northern Land to bow their arrogant heads?

Yan Wuxian was at a loss for a while, in his heart, Chu Xuanhuai was even stronger than his father, and the war led by him was like a song "Mountains and Flowing Water", impassioned and tactful, making the young Yan Wuxian both admired and enthusiastic. He thought, no matter what, Chu Xuanhuai is like a god with soldiers, and he is a well-deserved fox of war, even though he is like a farmer now. Thinking about it, Yan Wuxian felt that the palm of his hand was slippery, and he couldn't help but tighten the flag in his hand.

Chu Xuanhuai grabbed the reins of the horse, bowed down slightly, his not majestic back was actually a little rickety, he looked at Yan Qievil for a moment: "I didn't win, you didn't lose." ”

Yan Ke's evil iron face did not have the slightest expression, he pressed the Qingli sword, and said indifferently: "Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, Yan is so convinced." ”

Chu Xuanhuai said: "You are still the same as before, the teacher said, what kind of person determines what kind of art of war, you use soldiers to win with dignity, but I like to take the sword and win with odds." However, the odd can win the right, and the right will win the odd. If you are in transposition, you will surely be more glorious than me. ”

"The teacher also said that winning is winning, and defeat is defeat."

The ancient well is not wavering, but the voice still does not have any ups and downs. The simple conversation was like thunder in Yan Wuxian's ears, he thought, it turned out that his father and Chu Xuanhuai were from the same family, but he didn't know, who was the senior brother and who was the junior brother? And who is that old immortal?

With such doubts in mind, Yan Wuxian ended his trip to Chu, and returned north with the army with the Xuanniao banner, and along the way, all kinds of banners were like undulating waves, dissipating in various places.

In the vicinity of the Tairi Mountains, the white-feathered elite holding alofers of the sea-devouring beasts, and those holding the banners of white elk and gladiolus headed east, and Dayong's Tongri battle banner crossed the Liuyuan River. When the Vermilion Bird Banner of Ben Ri also parted ways with the Xuanniao Banner, Yan Wuxian suddenly remembered that the Great Firebird was evil, and he rode his horse and quickened his pace.

"Father, why don't you let the child go to the Tenri Fortress with Yu Lie?" After holding it for half a year, Yan Wuxian couldn't help but ask after all, this time Fa Chu looked magnificent, but in fact, it tasted like chewing wax, and as the captain of the flag, he had no chance to go to the battlefield at all. If you go to the fortress of Xunri, it will be different, and Yu Lie will swing a sword on a horse, which is the true color of a man.

Who knows, Yan Ke squinted at him with a pair of knife eyes, looked at him coldly, and didn't say a word.

Yan Wuxian trembled and didn't dare to ask again.

When passing through the city of Song Guoyun, he heard that Song Hou had died, and this invincible Song barbarian finally spit out the last breath of turbid breath on the hospital bed and closed his ambitious double pupils. Yan Wuxian followed his father to attend Song Hou's funeral, and as far as the eye could see, the entire city was full of white sails, wailing and shaking the sky. It was like His Royal Highness the Prince of the Prince, who was in pain in front of the coffin covered with blood letters, however, Yan Wuxian inadvertently found that there was an unnoticeable smile on the corner of the mouth of the elegant Prince of the Song Kingdom.

As soon as the old lion died, the young lion couldn't wait to start showing its sharp teeth. It will tear its opponent to shreds, perhaps, by its opponent. This is a country that has slipped into the abyss, and the people who live in it do not know it.

Yan Wuxian sneered in his heart.

The endless black iron stream rolled into the Sunset Mountains, and the goshawk circled in the sky. Yan Wuxian followed closely behind his father, and suddenly patted his head, as if he suddenly realized: "Alas, it's too bad, the war is over, but no one tells Yu Lie, or the child will order Yan Qian to take someone to the fortress of the tenth day?" "Yan Qian is his personal bodyguard.

Yan didn't answer, and didn't even look at him.

Half a month later, the huge army passed through the red Sunset Mountains, exterminating several scattered Xirong people along the way, the iron sword in Yan Wuxian's hand finally came in handy, he wiped the blood on the sword, and his face was filled with a proud smile: "Father, the child's sword has finally drunk blood, Yu Lie said that the sword does not drink blood and embroidery needles." I really want to go back to Yanjing as soon as possible to taste the bracken patty made by my mother, and Yu Lie also likes it very much. ”

This was the eighteenth time he had mentioned Yu Lie, and every time he mentioned it, his heart became even colder, and now, although his face was smiling, his teeth were chattering.

Yan Wuxian stared at his father, General Yan, without blinking.

The sunset was like blood, shining on Yan Qievil on horseback, his expression was still cold and ice, the jaws at the corners of his mouth were getting deeper and deeper, he raised his head and looked at the blood sun in the sky, the blood-red light was as thick as a pool of blood.

"Without a trace, you have to remember that the copper furnace of heaven and earth, all things are like fire, no matter whether heroes or heroes, they are all ruthless."