This is a vast continent, this is a magical world, this world is not the past, not the future, not the present, it is a dust and gravel submerged in the vast universe......

The morning light is faint, the sun rises in the east, and in an instant, the golden mangs are thousands of feet, and the sea of clouds is churning.

Under the sky, the majestic earth, the two armies faced each other, and the angry horses fought.

The sword qi is like frost, criss-crossed; The wind is howling, and the flag is flying; Impacts, slaughter, fierce fighting, blood splatters.

The sound of fighting, roaring, sword clashing, flesh and bone breaking, the neighing of war horses, all kinds of sounds are mixed and intertwined, like a surging blood tsunami, reverberating in the first **, shocking people's hearts, and breathtaking......

The remnant sun is like blood, and it falls obliquely.

After the killing, the battlefield was a mess, with corpses strewn all over the field and blood stained the earth.

In the bleak autumn wind, the tattered battle flags rattled; The ownerless horses roamed around, neighing and screaming.

Under the setting sun, a golden figure stands alone among the chaotic corpses. A golden armor was so sparse that it was pierced, his eyes were blurred, his resolute face was covered with blood, and his broad lips had dried out deep blood grooves, but his majestic and upright body still stood proudly on the ground.

He is the "Dragon Jing King" Long Li, who was called the "Emperor of Seibu" by later generations.

It was the battle of Tongguò that made the "King of Longjing" Longli achieve his immortal fame. However, at this moment, when victory finally came, he did not feel the slightest joy, success and failure were tasteless to him, and the only thing he had was the endless bitter taste that came with the boundless killing of death.

Life dies like the wind......

In the 6175th year of Xiwu and the 26th year of Longjing, the young "King of Longjing" Long Li personally went to the west. After three years of fierce warfare, the six tribes of the Hu nationality were defeated into an army, retreated to the west bank of the Holy Mother River, the two armies looked at each other across the river, when the war was at a loss, the "King of Longjing" Long Li was covered in blood, a single sword, and actually stepped on the river in the air, with one enemy and ten thousand, unstoppable, suddenly, the morale of the "Xiwu Kingdom" army was great, people were not afraid of death, and they rushed into the Holy Mother River, and they all built a bridge with their bodies, and bravely rushed to kill, and finally broke the six tribes of the Hu nationality. Yes, the waters of the River of Our Lady are also dyed red.

At this point, the "King of Longjing" Longli shocked the Quartet, and all ethnic groups surrendered, and finally unified this continent. The country was named "Xiwu", and the capital city was built "Qilin", which was known as "Xiwu Emperor" in history.

Since then, this vast land has been called the "Seibu Continent".

cháo rises cháo falls, flowers bloom and xie, rì months change.

As time passed, the gore of Rì gradually fell silent; In the midst of stability and comfort, the simple people have forgotten the past, and the mainland is once again shrouded in comfort and peace. However, with the appearance of a beggar, this qiē will be completely changed; With his appearance, a new storm will blow on the Seibu Continent.

Kirin Castle, the capital of Seibu Province, is a symbol of royal power.

At this moment, a small black and thin beggar walked in from the west gate of Qilin City, with a filthy threshold, a patch of sackcloth, a dull eye, and a black mole as big as a copper coin on his forehead.

He licked his chapped lips with his tongue, rubbed his shriveled belly, and looked around, looking at the brocade clothes and delicacies, his eyes showed a longing look, and his throat was struggling with grunt, and he swallowed saliva. However, his past life experiences constantly told him that he could only look and think about this prosperous world, but could never touch or feel.

The little beggar dragged his heavy steps and walked on the bluestone-paved street, when suddenly, a sudden burst of angina struck, the muscles on the little beggar's face twitched, his nostrils shrunk, panting heavily, he rubbed his chest lightly with his hands, and sat down at the corner of a street.

"Angina is getting more and more frequent these days......" he thought to himself, frowning.

For as long as he can remember, he has been wandering alone, accompanied by only angina pectoris and asthma except for a jade pendant engraved with his birthday. Seven years ago, he happened to meet a kind old wandering doctor, who told him that he was born with heart and lung damage and that it was difficult for him to live past the age of 16. If you do the math, there is only one year left for this year.

Thinking of this, the little beggar felt sour, sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said secretly: "Alas! It's okay, let's get rid of it as soon as possible. ”

At this moment, I suddenly heard a soft voice in front of me: "Child, what are you sighing for?" ”

The little beggar looked up in surprise and saw a kind old man standing in front of him, with silver hair and a white beard hanging down his chest. The little beggar looked around, and saw that there was no one else on either side of him, so he couldn't help but be full of surprise, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, are you...... Are you talking to me? ”

The silver-haired old man nodded, stared at the little beggar with his eyes like torches, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and reprimanded loudly: "If you don't work hard at a young age, you are lazy to sit on the ground and waste your time, are you still qualified to sigh?" ”

The little beggar looked at the old man, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a touch of sadness.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it and worked hard, and he has tried to fight, but the worst thing is that he is riddled with pain, and most of his life is spent fighting against the disease, not to mention forging ahead and working hard, even if he wants to sleep peacefully, he can't. Time has passed, and finally I am discouraged and unhappy, and now I am just guarding my dead heart and living.

Even so, in the face of the reprimand of the silver-haired old man, the little beggar was still full of guilt in his heart, nodded yes, bowed down and said, "What the old man taught me is that I will definitely work hard." ”

"Huh! Don't you get angry and feel wronged? The silver-haired old man felt the modesty and flatness of the little beggar, and was slightly surprised.

"How can you be wronged? Uncle is right! The little beggar said sincerely. After all, reprimand is also a kind of care, in the life of the little beggar, there are not even many people who take the initiative to talk to him, and how can anyone ever educate and care about him, therefore, in the face of the old man's reprimand, he not only does not feel depressed, but on the contrary, there is also a sense of gratitude.

The silver-haired old man's eyes flickered, he looked the little beggar up and down, and suddenly said strangely, and said: "You are born with heart and lung damage, and you have neither a god nor a body to do anything, and you are destined to be unfavorable to everything, but you are tortured by illness and pain, and it is really a fluke to be able to live until now......"

The little beggar trembled violently, his eyes widened in surprise, and he said in a trembling voice, "You...... How do you know? ”

The silver-haired old man smiled slightly, approached the little beggar, blinked his eyes, and continued, "Child, what do you think your life will be?" ”

"What will my life be like?" The little beggar muttered silently in his heart, looking back on the past, full of bitterness, looking forward to the future, the future is boundless, and the body is like this, what can he do in the future? The little beggar sighed, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Uncle, what else can I do in my life?" ”

The silver-haired old man stood up straight, his eyes flashing with wisdom, and asked solemnly, "Child, do you want to know your fate?" ”

"Destiny!" The little beggar was shocked again, his heart flashed like lightning, and he said secretly: "Could it be that there is a turning point for a while, and it will not change?" Thinking of this, the little beggar was already disheartened, and his heart could not help but become ecstatic, beating violently, full of longing, and his body trembled with excitement and excitement, and his dim eyes shone brightly for the first time.

"Senior, I...... Uh-uh-! The little beggar hurriedly opened his mouth, and just wanted to ask, but suddenly, another violent angina invaded, and the little beggar immediately covered his heart with both hands, bent his body, swallowed the second half of his words, and turned into a painful moan.

This time the angina pection came very violently, the little beggar only felt his heart spasm and twitched, and then he was like a sharp dagger inserted into his heart, and he couldn't stop twisting, the little beggar covered his chest, and the beads of sweat on his forehead oozed out like soybeans, only the pain was so dark that his eyes were dark, and even his breathing almost stopped......

After a while, the little beggar's angina gradually subsided.

He gasped and opened his eyes slightly, and the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated and brightened again. The little beggar slowly straightened up, looked around, and found that the silver-haired old man had disappeared suddenly, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. There was still a bright sky in front of me, a spacious street, a dazzling array of goods, and a lively crowd, but there was nothing in front of him, and the silver-haired old man was nowhere to be seen.

"Just now...... Was it just a dream? The little beggar couldn't help but ask himself. He looked around blankly, the surrounding bustle was still bustling, and he was still lonely.

"Alas! What a dream! The little beggar licked his chapped lips, couldn't help but be extremely depressed, and said with a wry smile: "Life...... Life, hehe, I'm sick, I don't know how to survive this year? Alas! What kind of turnaround, hope. ”

The little beggar's disappointment came to his heart, and he felt cold all over his body, and his body gradually became heavy, so he drooped his head, slowly leaned against the wall, and sat down.

Suddenly, he felt that the clothes on his body were slightly arched, and at some point, there was suddenly an extra bag of things in his arms, and he hurriedly took it out to see that it was three moldy baked cakes.

"Huh?" The little beggar scratched his head, his brow furrowed, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"The tribulation of three-three, three-three links, three-three to one, the heart of heaven. Child, put away these three baked cakes, you will not be disappointed......" A thin, ethereal soft old man's voice suddenly penetrated the little beggar's ears.

"Uncle!" The little beggar was immediately startled, shouted loudly, and jerked to his feet. Suddenly, the black shadow in front of him shook, and a person happened to be coming head-on, bang, the two bumped into each other, the man staggered back with a "oh", but the little beggar looked up to the sky and fell to the ground.

"The bastard?" As soon as he stood firm, the man scolded angrily, and when he saw that it was only a little beggar who hit him, he immediately said, "Damn! He scolded, "Phew! Spit at the little beggar, "Smack! It fell on the little beggar's face.

The little beggar rolled over and struggled to get up, not bothering to wipe the saliva from his face, so he hurriedly reached out to pick up the baked cakes scattered beside him.

After spitting, the man seemed to feel still unrelieved of his hatred, and shouted fiercely: "Fuck! You don't have long eyes! He stepped forward and kicked out again, right in the heart of the little beggar.

Suddenly, the little beggar's heart tingled, his face turned bruised, his whole body convulsed, and he could no longer hold the baked cakes in his hand, and the baked cakes were scattered all over the ground......

No one noticed that with these few baked cakes scattered on the ground, the Seibu Continent would open a new page.

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