It was as gloomy as night, though it was day.

At this moment, the incense burning platform finally has the taste of the incense burning platform, the smoke is billowing, isn't this its meaning, burning the incense table, burning incense for heaven and earth, sacrificing to the emperor and the queen of heaven!

Shao Wuqing's mouth could no longer utter a word, there was a dragon flag fluttering beside him, and a group of standing Praetorian Guards and the "Sword of the Son of Heaven", and of course, a group of ministers with earth-colored faces.

"Father, go back with Lone, you are still the emperor, you can still sing in the harem night and night, you are old, in this world, it's time for me to call the shots!"

Stepping on the blood and corpses all over the ground, Shaowu Heng bravely rode forward, looking up at Shaowuqing who was like a mountain not far away.

"I am the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven of Great Xia, I don't want to be the emperor, and I don't disdain to be a puppet, Yong'er, you remember, the Son of Heaven, swallow mountains and rivers, and the pride of the sky, haha!"

Hearing Shaowu Hengyong's words on the other side, Shaowu Qing was silent, and after a while, he finally looked at Shaowu Hengyong, with a long-lost warmth on his face, at this moment, he was just a father, a poor father.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a terrible friction sound sounded, and the sword of the Son of Heaven in Shao Wuqing's hand was already on his neck, and he wiped it fiercely, his eyes flashed with unwillingness, just for such a moment, a generation of Tianjiao was already dead!

He's dead?

He's dead!

All the Praetorian Guard soldiers were stunned, they didn't expect that the emperor, who they had protected for a day and a night, would kill themselves in front of them like this.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is here, haha!"

With tears in his eyes, Long Tenghu clenched the knife that had been curled, raised his head to the sky and roared, and then fell to the ground.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air, Shaowu Hengyong looked at his father who had died, his heart was empty, was it wrong, how was it right?

"Drip ...... Drip ......"

The cloudy sky suddenly raindrops fell again, as if mourning the lonely soul who passed away, a generation of emperors, Shao Wuqing, and burned incense!

With a "plop", Yue Hu fell to his knees, his eyes full of tears, full of pain and remorse.

"Ahh

He drew the long knife at his waist, and then he was about to slash at his neck, and at this moment, Shaowu Hengyong's long whip had already knocked down his long knife.

"Enough, enough, enough......"

Shaowu Hengyong said three words in a row, his face was full of exhaustion, he was tired, for the position of the co-master of the world, he had not rested for a long time, for a long time!

"Don't you surrender yet?"

He was bored, and then glanced at the Praetorian Guards on the hillside, and he was visibly tired.

Yan Gongdao looked at the Xiaowu army all over the mountains, glanced at the ministers behind him, smiled bitterly, and then strode towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Lord Shangshu?"

The adjutant general of the Praetorian Guard had tears on his face, his eyes widened and he was full of anger.

Yan Gongdao shook his head and said with a wry smile: "General, I'm old, I'm useless, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death!" ”

Saying that, he walked to the bottom of the mountain step by step, someone took the lead, and the ministers behind him also followed one by one, they wanted to live. The deputy general of the Praetorian Guard couldn't help but be disheartened when he saw the ministers walking down the mountain step by step, and every moment, he wanted to kill these ministers who were afraid of death, but the knife in his hand couldn't be lifted.

Yan Gongdao, an old minister of the Three Dynasties, was valued by the emperor, and many generals in the army were from his disciples and taught by him, so although he was angry, he still didn't dare to give orders.

"Your Highness, the old minister has surrendered!"

Yan Gongdao didn't look at Shaowu Hengyong, but just knelt in a pool of blood, and his voice couldn't hear a trace of sadness and joy.

"Shameless old thief, the old man will never be with you!"

Watching Yan Gongdao leave, some bloody Wenchen finally gritted their teeth and loudly reprimanded Yan Gongdao, but they didn't choose to kill themselves, but jumped off the incense burning platform canyon!

Yan Gongdao's face was blank, his brows remained unchanged, and he just knelt silently. He listened to the sound of jumping off the cliff behind him getting quieter and quieter, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"We're down!"

The ministers behind followed Yan Gongdao and knelt down one after another, their faces were as white as dirt, looking at the bloody corpses all over the ground, for fear that they would vomit.

Shaowu Heng nodded bravely, looked at the last Praetorian Guard on the mountain, and said coldly: "You guys, do you want to live or die?" ”

"I'd rather die than surrender, I'd rather die than surrender, we'd rather die than surrender!"

The adjutant general of the Praetorian Guard stared at Yan Gongdao with dead eyes, full of grief and anger.

"I'd rather die than surrender! I'd rather die than surrender! ......" First the Praetorian Guards standing on the top of the mountain shouted loudly, and then the Janissaries who were already dying also hoarse and whispered, the voice was boiling with blood and shouting incessantly. For a time, the hundreds of remnants of the Praetorian Guards on the incense burning platform shouted loudly and thundered.

"That's it, that's it, your father is dead, and you will ...... for him Martyrdom! ”

Shaowu Hengyong was silent for a long time, looking at the remnants of the Praetorian Guards, his face suddenly became a little more aggressive.

"Shoot!"

At the sound of an order, the drums of war beat,

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Thousands of crossbow arrows whizzed across the wide ground. Attack on the incense burner. The range of the bow and arrow is more than 100 steps, and the incense burning platform is only more than 100 meters high, so it can be said that except for the little place on the top of the mountain, the entire mountain top is within the range of the bow and arrow.

It's a pity that at this time, the small incense burning platform was crowded with 300 remnants of the Praetorian Guard, and it was already crowded and crowded, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a huge arrow target. Seeing the huge arrow curtain flying, the Praetorian Guards had nowhere to flee at all, they could only push each other in horror and flee for their lives.

Suddenly. When the arrow curtain hit, there were almost no arrows, and thousands of blood flowers bloomed, and the incense burning platform was immediately full of screams of the Praetorian Guards in great pain!

For a time, in addition to being shot in large numbers, the Praetorian Guards also pushed and trampled on each other, killing and wounding countless people, and even the "Sword of the Son of Heaven", which could barely fight back twice, was quickly disorganized by the chaotic Praetorian Guards, and was completely in a situation of being passively beaten.

In such a chaotic situation, military discipline is a piece of waste paper. The 'Praetorian Guards' are self-conscious, and they are helpless against this chaotic situation!

At this time, it doesn't matter whether you can survive or not. The important thing is that you are lucky enough, otherwise you will not be killed by the dense and continuous rain of arrows, but you will also be squeezed and trampled to death by the rebels!

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Seeing a large number of Praetorian Guards struggling desperately in the rain of arrows, the Xiaowu soldiers did not have any mercy, and the second wave of arrow curtains still came after him, and suddenly set off a wave of bloody rain on the incense burning platform. From time to time, the Praetorian Guards fell and rolled down the mountainside, and I don't know if they were shot or pushed down by their companions!

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth waves...... The crossbowmen of the Xiaowu Army shot a pot of twenty arrows in one go, in the blink of an eye. For a time, on the small incense burner. In an instant, it was covered by a rain of thousands of arrows, and the originally crowded incense burner was already a hell on earth.

From the top of the mountain to the mountainside, there were dead bodies and wailing wounded soldiers everywhere, and the blood that flowed down almost merged into a stream, dyeing the mountains and forests near the incense burning platform crimson.

"Knock knock ......"

Another round of war drums beats, and the crossbowmen of the Xiaowu Army, who have received the supply of arrows from the logistics troops, rest for a while, and then open their crossbows again.

"Woo Woo ......"

Heaven and earth were once again filled with the screaming sound that made the ears tingle and make the heart ramp. The little pocho was once again covered by a curtain of arrows, and everywhere there were soldiers rushing and fleeing, and everywhere there were screams after being hit by arrows, and the little incense burner had lost its verdant green and was covered with a layer of dazzling blood red!

Finally, the crossbowmen of the Xiaowu Army shot the second pot of arrows, and while they were satisfied, their arms were so swollen that they could barely move. Although the bow and arrow are sharp, the crossbowmen's arm strength requirements are extremely strict, and even the strong crossbowmen of the Xiaowu Army will feel very difficult to fire forty crossbows in a single row!

By this time, the incense burner had turned into a bloody hell: dead bodies were everywhere, blood was being shed everywhere, and half an hour ago it was a lively scene of surging people, but now there was not much life. As far as the eye could see, apart from corpses and corpses, there were not many Praetorian Guard soldiers who could still stand.

Indeed, after the terrible and accurate attack of nearly 10,000 bows and arrows, the soldiers who survived on the crowded incense burner were not a miracle, but also a very lucky one!

"None of them will be left!"

Shaowu Hengyong looked at the bloody corpses all over the ground, and could no longer suppress the grief and anger in his heart, he roared up to the sky and gave the most ruthless order.

"Kill!"

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Xiaowu soldiers poured on the wet and bloody ground on the incense burning platform, and the Xiaowu army crossbowmen who were about to lose their strength in the first round stayed next to Shaowu Hengyong, and the rest of the Xiaowu army foot soldiers immediately attacked towards the top of the mountain under the destruction of war drums.

From the top of the incense burning platform to the mountainside, few Praetorian Guards could stand up and resist, and the few fish that slipped through the net were overwhelmed by the rain of arrows and the Xiaowu army in an instant.

And a large number of wounded soldiers of the Praetorian Guards who only breathed a breath were not even interested in taking a look, but as long as they resisted the slightest, they would be cut into pulp with their blades.

For the fierce Xiaowu army, the word 'benevolence' never seems to appear in their minds, every head belongs to their military merits, and the Xiaowu army will kill all the way to the past, leaving no chickens and dogs!

Soon, tens of thousands of warriors smashed all resistance and quickly approached the top of the mountain, where there were still a few Praetorian Guards and the Sword of Heaven who had survived the arrow curtain.

Suddenly, the footsteps of the Xiaowu soldiers became heavy, and their breathing slowly became rapid, and they began to slowly advance towards the top of the mountain in small battle formations.

The reason why they were so careful was because the Xiaowu soldiers saw that the remnants of the Praetorian Guard on the top of the mountain were forming a strict formation and waiting for the arrival of the Xiaowu Army, and there were a large number of corpses of ordinary soldiers of the Praetorian Guard lying in front of them, it seemed that they were the last strength of the Praetorian Guard!

"Kill!"

The Praetorian Guards led by them watched the Xiaowu Army approaching and staggered forward, they were going to die, they were going to die in a dignified battle!

After a cup of tea, all the Janissaries were slaughtered, and the incense burners were covered with blood and corpses.

History has a record: In the summer of the twenty-first year of the Great Xia Era, Emperor Gao Shaowuqing went north to burn incense to worship the sky, but unfortunately fell ill on the way and died violently!

……

"Returning, the countryside will not return......"

The so-called Shuzhong, is seven mountains, two rivers and a field, since ancient times the field is the lifeblood of the people, so the people regard their fields as more important than their own lives, out of the imperial capital, to go to the south prison, inevitably have to pass through the Shu Road.

The melodious singing sounded, sounding particularly pleasant in the summer sun, Liu Fa longitudinal horse south, his heart was full of joy, as Han Ju said, only such a place of strife as the South Prison is the place where he shows his talent, although this piece of heaven is small, but it is enough for him to perform, he is back!

Jingxiang, Sanshui City!

After Sanshui, it is the boundary of the southwest province, Sanshui City, but also a place that Jingxiang has to mention, since ancient times, only Chu is talented, Jingxiang is actually the hometown of Liu Yuan, but a long time ago, after his ancestors called the emperor, the imperial capital was moved to the north, so he is still extremely unfamiliar here.

Among these three waters, there are two that have to be mentioned, one is the Xiao family, and the other is the "flower capital". In the southwest, and even in most of the south of the Yangtze River, there is the shadow of the Xiao family, they are a well-deserved hermit, even in the southwest mansion, although they are rarely involved, but they are only a side lineage, and they have become the head of the four surnames in the southwest, so the Xiao family can be described as a legend in Sanshui.

Huadu is more famous, the willow bank golden pond fairy, the flower capital poured half of the river.

In the imperial capital, there is a golden pond on the willow side, and in Jingxiang, there is a flower capital, and the flower is beautiful, all of them are like fairies who have entered the mortal dust, singing the long-cherished wishes of the world, dancing, and captivating the country and the city.

"That's it, it's getting late, so let's rest in Sanshui for one night, and let's go again tomorrow!"

As the sun set, in the sparkling waves, Liu Fa and Hanju finally walked into this thousand-year-old city - Sanshui!

In the midst of the dust, Liu Fa and Han Ju walked into an inn, they urgently needed some food to fill their stomachs at this time, they had been hungry all day, and they were really tired.

In this Sanshui City, it is full of tranquility, the air seems to be filled with poetic and picturesque flavor, the people are at ease, living a comfortable life almost like the imperial capital, few people can hit here, and few people will destroy this beautiful Sanshui City, even if it is the prince of Dali!

……

"Childe doesn't have to come in person, my father has been away, I heard that something happened to the imperial capital, and my father has already gone to the north!"

In front of the Xiao Mansion, the two handsome sons talked eloquently, looking exceptionally harmonious, one is the son of the Xiao family, and the other is not the son of Dali who fought fiercely with Liu Fa back then?

"Hehe, okay, Brother Xiao stays, I'm disturbed!"

The prince of Dali glanced at the son of the Xiao family with a smile, waved his hand slightly, and then strode towards the street.

"Your Highness, why is this so, they are just a small gatekeeper, even if they have a hundred years of inheritance......"

Walking far away, the servant beside the prince of Dali immediately changed his face, he looked at the prince of Dali, his eyes were full of resentment, he was unhappy for his master, it was just a small child of the family, he dared to be so rude to the dignified prince of Dali, which made him feel very unbalanced.

"Don't be too troublesome, let's go......"

Compared with the indignation of his servants, the prince of Dali looked much calmer, his face did not even change for a moment, and at this moment, he remembered what King Dali told him when he left.

"Wang'er, if you want to take down the Southwest Mansion, you not only need to occupy the entire territory of the Southwest Mansion, but you also need to go to Sanshui and meet a person!"

"Who?"

"Xiao Ting, the head of the Xiao family!"

……

He didn't understand why his father wanted to mention the head of the Xiao family, but he still came, but what made him unhappy was that he still ate the closed door, he was a dignified son, crisscrossing the southwest, and was turned away by a small family gatekeeper, which really made him unhappy, although the words of the attendant beside him were not very good, but he also thought it was true.

"Hmm......"

Just as they disappeared at the end of the street, on the second floor of a certain inn, a man held a tea cup, looked at the direction in which the two left, frowned, pondered, and unconsciously the tea in his hand had become extremely cold.

"General, they ......"

Han Ju's eyes were extremely bright, and when Liu Fa stared at Dali's son leaving, Han Ju's face had already changed.

"Go ahead!"

Liu Fa didn't say anything, just waved the teacup lightly, and then the doubts in his heart were even worse, how could the prince of Dali appear here?

With Liu Fan's permission, Han lifted his body as light as a swallow, swept away his tiredness, and disappeared into the afterglow of the sunset with the back of the prince of Dali......

Dijing, the heavy rain is like a pour, moistening the entire Dijing!

At this moment, except for Shaowu Heng'an, who was still in a coma, few people knew what happened on the incense burning platform, and at this moment, Shaowu Hengyong's army was also about to arrive at the imperial capital.

"Childe, Childe......"

Looking at Shaowu Heng'an's pale face, You'er regretted it unspeakably, she stroked Shaowu Heng'an's thin face, full of exhaustion, she hadn't eaten all day, she had been staying by Shaowu Heng'an's side, and she hadn't moved.

She still likes to call Shaowu Hengan a son, because only in this way does he not have so many fetters, and he will not have the poisoning last night, Shaowu Hengyong is aimed at, but everyone who competes with him for the throne, for the position of the co-lord of the world, Shaowu Hengyong has lost too much, too much, including his own father.

"Squeak...... Squeak ......"

On the official road of the incense burning platform, an army was slowly advancing, they were dusty, full of exhaustion, as if they had just suffered a defeat, covered in blood.

In the center of the army, there was a white carriage with a white dragon flag fluttering on it, and the horses moved slowly and leisurely, as if they didn't even know how to go.

At the front of the procession, there was a man in a white shirt, who also had filial piety on his head, but there was no trace of sadness in his eyes, as if the man in the carriage had no blood relationship with him.