An Jun stood in front of the sculpture, he had been standing here for a long time, and Xu Ji was behind him, looking at him gently.

He is forty-six years old, he is old, although he is not a person who indulges in lust, but wrinkles have quietly crept up on his face, his waist will be sore, his legs will hurt, and his neck will cramp after standing for a long time.

But today, An Jun didn't seem to feel a pain in his neck, he tried his best to tilt his neck, staring at the stone eyes on the statue that were still covered by moss, without blinking, as if he could communicate with the soul of the Zong Lie who had passed away for hundreds of years, and get affirmation or denial from there.

He believes that the ancestors will definitely be able to give him some enlightenment, because this piece of land in Anguo is not only red with blood, but also opened up with wisdom, for hundreds of years, how many times of life and death, Anguo has always been able to stand in the forest of eight hundred princes, relying on this pure faith, and deep love for this land.

Of course, he wouldn't care about the goshawk, it was just a coincidence, and it almost caused a turmoil, this is definitely not a revelation, for him, anything that will cause turmoil in Anguo must be stopped immediately, because he has to leave the next monarch a solid Anguo, so that it will be passed on from generation to generation, and one day, all the shame will be washed away with blood and fire. As for who the next monarch will be, it doesn't matter.

However, in a trance, he suddenly remembered the scene when he forced that stupid son to make a choice that day, what kind of eyes it was, gray, without people's emotional color, like a wolf falling into a trap full of bamboo knives, it lay in a pool of its own blood, and did not struggle, just looked at the wellhead coldly, no, it was more noble than the cold wolf, it didn't care that the boundless pain was taking away its life, it just stared indifferently at the person at the mouth of the well, waiting to recover the last trace of strength, Drag the enemy into hell.

"Oh my God......"

An Jun stroked his forehead and shook it twice, stumbling under his feet, and almost fell to the ground. Behind him, Xu Ji hurriedly held him up, and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, come quickly......

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

An Jun repeated again and again, his face was covered with sweat, the corners of his eyes were spasming slightly, but his eyes were full of bottomless fear. At this time, he saw the old witch official walking towards him, and he quickly struggled out of Xu Ji's delicate arms and stood up straight. As a king, at any time, you can't let your retainers peep into weakness from any angle.

"Your Majesty."

The old witch came to An Jun on crutches, and then slipped down the crutches and bowed.

"Go down."

An Jun held his hands, held his chest high, and ordered Xu Ji to retreat, Xu Ji looked at him worriedly, unwilling to leave, but An Jun ignored her, just looked indifferently at the three young witches behind the old witch.

Xu Ji had to retreat.

The three young witches opened the wooden box in front of them.

A bloody head, a huge bird's nest, a cage of chicks.

An Jun stared at the bloody head, he recognized this head, its owner was the city gate general of the east gate of Miyagi, the family of this city gate general has guarded the east gate for every monarch for generations, and this city gate general has also accompanied An Jun on many expeditions and saved his life, is a loyal guard.

"Before he died, he had words." An Jun asked coldly.

The old witch wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Returning to the king, he knelt down towards the Fang Rong Palace, laughed three times, and then swung his sword and cut off his own head, without saying a word. ”

An Jun paused, as if taking a breath: "Thick burial, Dongche clan, give three miles of land." ”

"The gentleman is benevolent." The old witch said.

An Jun walked to the bird's nest, squatted down and touched it, this bird's nest is made of grass wool mixed with sycamore leaves, and there are a few bird eggs that have not yet hatched, it looks like there is nothing unusual, he looked at the birdcage again, which contained five chicken-sized and black birds, and looked at him in horror one by one.

An Jun's brows furrowed.

The old witch official said: "Your Majesty, this is the unique Chu Wu of Chu, spring is coming, the Southern Chu people finally crossed the river, destroyed the Qu country, set the Qu capital as Qu County, and included Qu Jun's concubine in the Chu Palace, and also brought this black bird. ”

"Qu Guo ......"

An Jun was in a trance, even though he had long known that Qu Guo was destroyed by Chu State, and now he was still in a state of palpitations, you know, Qu State is also a thousand-time country, and he has been at war with the Southern Chu people for many years, but he cannot escape the destruction of the country, and Qu State is not far from Anguo.

The old witch official sighed: "Yes, the southern barbarians are fierce, Jiangdong has not yet been pacified, so they are ambitious to go north, Yong, Qi, Yan, and Song will not sit idly by, and the king should also make preparations as soon as possible." ”

The old witch's voice was calm, but An Jun was irritated for a while, the Song Manzi in the northwest was still hanging over his head like a sharp arrow, but now there was a more powerful Nanchu, this, how to teach him not to be annoyed? However, there were more important things that implicated his heart at the moment, so he stood up, took two breaths secretly, and asked, "I heard that it is the sacred bird Vermilion Bird, why did it become Chuwu?" ”

The old witch official said: "The king is too worried, the Vermilion Bird is the fire of the southern sky, Chu Wu is the water of the northern earth, although the water and fire are incompatible, but the Vermilion Bird is a divine bird, the incarnation of the fire god, Chu Wu is just a mortal bird, the wings can not be shocked, the mouth can not cry clouds, grasp the branches of the thing, how can it be compared with the divine bird?" ”

An Jun said: "I hope so, how about Yun'er?" ”

The old witch official is An Jun's most trusted person, of course he can guess An Jun's thoughts, since the sudden change, An Jun has not visited his son who is about to lose his position as the son of the world, although Jiangshan Sheji is better than everything, but in the end, An Jun has also cultivated Ji Yun for decades, how can he not mind at all?

So, the old witch official took a sense of proportion, and replied: "Back to the king, the life of the prince is fine, and his spirit is gradually recovering, but if you want to stand up, the minister is incompetent." ”

"That's it!"

It's a fluke again, and luck is often disappointing, An Jun's eyes flashed with a trace of pain, and he asked: "Is there any difference between Shangqing and Shangzuo Doctor?" ”

"There is no change." The old wizard replied.

"That's fine."

The wind came, slowly blowing through the palace, blowing the corners of the palace maid's skirt, blowing away the smell of blood on the ground, and also diluting An Jun's tense mind, he looked up at the sculpture, stared at the majestic figure, and said indifferently: "Go down." ”

"No."

The old witch got up from the ground, turned around and walked outside the palace, as soon as he turned around, An Jun turned his head and watched suspiciously, the rickety figure of the old witch gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, and his eyes became sharper and sharper.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

For a long time, the palace maid who was on the side timidly reminded the monarch that it was time to return to the "Qiyu Palace", and the gentle Xu Ji was waiting for him there, and she should have prepared bird's nest soup for him, and if he was in a good mood, she would dance a dance for him.

However, An Jun was not in a good mood today, he looked around the palace aimlessly, and saw "Fang Rong Palace" at a glance, and heard that there was a bouquet of flowers blooming in the cold courtyard, maybe he should go and see it.

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The snake-headed crutch in the old sorcerer's hand was made of pear blossom wood, every fold was polished smooth as a mirror, and every corner was like a curved water, and he loved this crutch very much, not because the snake eyes on the head of the rod were inlaid with red and white gems representing the sun and the moon, but because this crutch was given by the ancestors.

The witches who serve the great god of Haotian have no fiefdom, wives and children, but the great god of Haotian is fair, and since he has been deprived of so much from them, he will give them more glory and status.

If the monarch is the embodiment of yang, witch is the opposite of yin. Yin and Yang are inseparable, how can people not have a shadow? But the shadow should not have thoughts, and if the shadows have thoughts, then yin and yang must be reversed.

At the thought of this, the old wizard shuddered, and looked with empty eyes at the sun in the sky, which shone with a warm light, but this light made him shiver again, and hastened his pace into the cold room, and put the snake-headed cane on the offering rack, and then walked to the wall.

The wall was filled with books, layer by layer, from the bottom of the wall to the roof, and because of the lack of sunlight, it exuded a stale smell, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of rats gnawing on bamboo chips.

The old wizard took a deep breath of the rancid stench, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he moved a wooden ladder, held a bronze lamp, climbed up with difficulty, found it on the top floor, and accidentally knocked down a pile of missing books and slips when he came down, and in an instant, the whole book wall collapsed, and the sea of bamboo pieces buried him in it.

"Squeak, squeak......"

The rats hidden in the dark were shaken out, they slipped in all directions in a panic, at this time, a hand stretched out from the pile of bamboo mountains, it touched and touched just caught a mouse, the mouse was frightened, turned around and bit a finger, the finger shook violently, 'squeak', the mouse was smashed to death on the window edge, and the soft horn fell.

After a while, the old witch climbed out of the bamboo mountain and found his beloved thing in the corner, and he didn't have time to wipe the blood on the bridge of his nose, he opened it with trembling hands, and the soft light suddenly bloomed like ripples.

Covering his hand over it, the light and shadow flowed between his fingers, like the moon in the sky, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, and he laughed silently.

"Sih, ......shh

At this moment, a strange sound sounded outside the window, as if something was grasping the window, the old wizard was stunned, and then closed the box with a blank face, walked to the window, opened it, and caught the blackbird crouching outside the window.

He didn't rush to see the thin bamboo tube on the bird's claws, but muttered to himself in the dark world: "Perhaps, I should do something else for you?" ”

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It was a brig, with a sail at the bow and a sail at the stern, and the young boatman had barely pulled up the sails in the bow when a strong wind swept through, and had it not been for the old helmsman who had cut the ropes at once, the ship that was about to leave the harbor would have been drowned in the bottomless whirlpool.

Ji Yeol witnessed all this with his own eyes and completely dispelled the idea of sailing straight to the other side. There were a total of eighteen boatmen, thirteen halberders, plus nine Ji Lie and a carriage, and the originally wide deck suddenly became narrow.

The old helmsman took up the stern rudder sail, only halfway up, and then, rubbing his hands, walked in front of Ji Lie, and told Ji Lie that it was the spring flood season, the waves were unusually violent, and it was necessary to go around the river for hundreds of miles and enter the tributaries before going ashore, besides, since the river was diverted, the opposite country of Lu has been swallowed up by the Liuyuan River, and the country of Lu is gone, and the wharf is naturally gone, and it is impossible for such a big ship to anchor on the edge of the cliff, and the river is densely covered with submerged reefs.

Ji Lie asked, "The old man's surname, whose vassal is it?" The reason for this question is that the old helmsman is highly skilled, commanding seventeen crew members to pull around, avoiding whirlpools and reefs like marching formations, and can actually do the order forbidden, such a figure is by no means an ordinary fisherman.

The old helmsman wiped his wrinkled face, and half-knelt down in front of Ji Lie: "Minister, Xue Milu has seen the four marquis, the Xue family is a vassal of Anjun, thirty years ago, Xue Milu supervised the water army of 800 people, after the river was diverted, the water army was dismissed, and Xue Mi was hidden in the township. Now I heard that Hou Zi crossed to the north, so he led the young and strong people in the clan to escort him across the river. ”

"It turned out to be General Xue, please hurry up."

There are eight surnames in ancient Zhongzhou, Ji, Yin, Qi, Yan, Song, Mi, Wei, Jiang, and Anguo also have eight surnames, which are directly subordinate to Anjun's vassals, all of whom followed the first generation of Anjun to open up the country, and have hereditary territories, and Xue is one of them.

At this time, Ji Lie found out that this was a warship.

(The great Chinese nation also has eight surnames, which are an extension of the matriarchal society, and our origin comes from this, but there are differences with the book, please don't be confused, the novel is just a novel.) ）

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