On the cliff mountain and sea,

The warships of the Great Song Dynasty had fallen into complete chaos.

The Mongol soldiers under Zhang Hongfan's command frantically rushed into the ship formation, the flames were raging, and the cries and battles resounded in the sky.

One Song ship after another was scuttled,

The Song people let out a cry of despair,

Da Song,

Destined to become history today!

There was a cry in the council chamber.

"Prime Minister Lu... The Privy Envoy is defeated! Zhang Hongfan saw through the strategy of the privy envoy wanting to attack back and forth, and sniped the privy envoy early yesterday morning, defeating the privy envoy on the Cangsong Ancient Road! Immediately the Yuan army blocked the news, and attacked before dawn today, at this time, it broke seven ships in a row, and went straight to the center of our army. Prime minister! I'm a big song... Finished! ”

Xu Fan and the others stopped outside the door, and when Zhang San heard this, the strength of his body seemed to be instantly drained, and the whole person was soft on the ground like mud.

"Finally... Finally..."

"Yesterday morning's sniping... Isn't that?! ”

Thinking of the human tragedy that he saw as soon as he came, Ding Ning clenched his fists, the corners of his forehead bulged out, his eyebrows showed grief and indignation, and he slammed his fist on the wall.

"Damn! Damn it! Days... Is it really inviolable? ”

Among all the people, Yun Xi is the most indifferent to this matter, as the Heavenly Dao Gaia, she has never cared about the life and death of mortals, the change of dynasty is more like the law of the development of things for the ruthless Heavenly Dao, she knows the so-called number of days, the number of days is the operation of the Heavenly Dao, even if this Gaia has not yet been born in the world, the laws of the Heavenly Dao cannot be disobeyed.

There was a hint of mockery of Ding Ning's performance in his heart,

The way of heaven is ruthless,

This is an ironclad law!

Only mortals like Zhang San would stick to this,

The bigwigs of the heavens and all worlds have long been accustomed to these things.

Besides,

What does this world have to do with you?

You're just a passerby,

As a member of the Ten Noble Palaces, you are angry with the ants, and it seems that your potential is no more than that.

Yun Xi put away the imperceptible disdain in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the strongest Hades King Xu Fan,

I saw Xu Fan pinching his index finger, and the expression on his face made Yun Xi feel stunned.

"There are variables! That's not true! ”

Ding Ning, who was behind Xu Fan, stepped forward.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Xu Fan raised his head suddenly.

"No, no, the wrong time! What's going on? There's nothing to get caught between the front and back! And also! Zhang Shijie's defeat should be at noon! Zhang Hongfan used the strategy of delaying the army and Li Daitao's strategy to break through Zhang Shijie's blockade! How is this now!? ”

Ding Ning tilted his head.

"Boss, the difference between early morning and noon, one morning and one night... This..."

Xu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Nope! The battle between Zhang Hongfan and Zhang Shijie, the fall of the Great Song Dynasty has all been written into the number of days, and the number of days should be inviolable, and there should be no change at all. What the hell is going on? In order not to cause trouble, I didn't do anything to affect the course of history, huh? Listen to the news, change... It happened before we came! ”

"Boss, isn't it a good thing that there is a change?"

Xu Fan sighed and whispered in a voice that only Ding Ning could hear.

"It won't be a good thing, the elasticity of fate does not allow change at all, you know that after the Song Dynasty is destroyed, there is Yuan after the Yuan, and the Ming Dynasty inherited the soul of the Song Dynasty with the last ray of vitality to rise in the ruins of the Yuan, at this moment the number of days is disordered, I am only afraid that the birth of the Ming Dynasty will change in the future, and the future will be even more confusing!"

Ding Ning couldn't help but change his complexion.

"Boss, what do you mean..."

"We are not a changer of history at all, we can only be the defenders of history, if we change wantonly, it will be self-defeating, Lu Ji is the first line of life of the Ming Dynasty in the future, do you understand? There must be no mistakes! There are outsiders who have made changes before us! That's right! It must be so! ”

At this time, Xu Fan's heart was agitated, and the words he said were a little unclear, Ding Ning only understood part of it, but he already understood what Xu Fan meant:

The situation is not good!

"The old man already knows, step down."

Lu Xiufu's voice came from the council room, and the soldier who reported the military situation withdrew with tears in his eyes.

Xu Fan hurriedly brushed the soldier and took a step.

Ding Ning pulled Zhang San up, following Xu Fan's hurried pace,

Step into the hall of the Song Army's flagship again.

At this time the council hall was empty,

Only Lu Xiufu stood with his hands in his hands,

It seems that I have been waiting for a long time,

After seeing Xu Fan, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Xu Fan's hand.

"Xu Zhenren."

"Prime Minister Lu, you already know the privy envoy..."

looked at Ding Ning, Yun Xi, Zhang San, and Lu Xiufu behind Xu Fan and nodded.

"That's all trifle, these three are..."

Zhang Shijie was defeated, and the Great Song Dynasty was on the verge of annihilation, but Lu Xiufu said that it was just a trivial matter, Xu Fan couldn't help frowning, and only after a slight pause did he explain: "This Zhang San Brother is the good man who came to deliver the secret message of the privy envoy at the risk of death last night, and the remaining two are my friends who practiced together in Kunlun Mountain... are trustworthy people. ”

Lu Xiufu pondered slightly for a while.

"One is a righteous man, and the other two are your friends, so it should be fine..."

"Prime Minister Lu, at this time, the privy envoy..."

Lu Xiufu interrupted Xu Fan's words with a wave of his hand, turned around and walked to the table, and beckoned to Xu Fan.

"Those are all trivial things, Xu Zhenren, you were the world-famous Seven Peerless Sons, that time the old man and your lake boat painting is still fresh in my memory, come, the old man painted a lot last night, and temporarily copied a painting, I want to ask Xu Zhenren to evaluate."

Ding Ning heard Lu Xiufu's words and finally understood why Lu Xiufu and Lu Ji both trusted Xu Fan so much.

He also inquired about the Seven Hates Daoist from Zhang San's mouth, and knew the status of the Seven Hates Daoist in the minds of the Song people, and Xu Fan and the Seven Hate Daoist looked exactly the same.

Lu Xiufu once married the Seven Hatred Daoists who had not practiced the Killing Hate Heart Sutra as a friend in previous years, and it is no wonder that Lu Ji and Lu Xiufu were willing to listen to Xu Fan and Lian Ding

Ning's identity was also dissipated because of Xu Fan's words, and even the officer Li Liang showed his incomparable admiration for Xu Fan.

But at this time, it is a critical juncture,

It is very likely that the Yuan army will be killed in a short time, Lu Xiufu was not surprised or happy, and even beckoned Xu Fan to admire the paintings, even Xu Fan, who was extremely wise, fell into confusion.

The cries of the soldiers and the cries of the people resounded in his ears, Xu Fan glanced at Ding Ning, strode to Lu Xiufu's side, Lu Xiufu unfolded the painting scroll, and said with a slight smile: "Xu Zhenren, please look, do you know what this painting means?" ”

Ding Ning opened his eyes wide and tried to look at the picture, the white rice paper depicted a middle-aged man walking on the vast ancient road with a medicine box on his back, and the medicine box contained a baby in swaddling clothes.

Xu Fan raised his head.

"Prime Minister Lu, what this painting can talk about is... Zhao's orphans? ”

Lu Xiufu smiled and nodded.

"That's right, Xu Zhenren saw it clearly and saw it at a glance. During the Spring and Autumn Jin Dynasty, Zhao Dun's family of more than 300 people was killed by Tu'an Jia, and only the newborn child survived, and the child's biological mother, Princess Zhuang Ji, entrusted the grass doctor Cheng Ying to save the child before committing suicide, so Cheng Ying hid the child in the medicine box and escaped. ”

Xu Fan frowned, suddenly seemed to understand something, and looked at Lu Xiufu with a shocked expression.

"Prime Minister Lu, you..."

Yun Xi hid behind Ding Ning and muttered in a low voice: "This old man has a really big heart, he is about to die and still paints and tells stories..."

Ding Ning couldn't help but grab Yun Xi's little hand, although Ding Ning's brain was not smart, but he knew Lu Xiufu's personality, if Lu Xiufu was really as unbearable as Yun Xi said, his statue would not stand on Yashan for future generations to worship and admire.

Lu Xiufu continued: "But Tu Anjia knew about the existence of this child, so he looked for this child everywhere, Cheng Ying had no choice but to make a decision, Xu Zhenren, do you know what the decision is?" ”

Yun Xi was a woman after all, and at this moment, Lu Xiufu aroused her curiosity, and hurriedly grabbed Ding Ning's sleeve and asked in a whisper, "What is the decision?" ”

Ding Ning replied in a stupid whisper: "Cheng Ying discussed with Gongsun Pestle and handed over his newborn son to Gongsun Pestle instead of Zhao's orphans, and then Cheng Ying reported Gongsun Pestle, Tu Anjia treated Cheng Ying's son as a Zhao orphan and killed the child, Gongsun Pestle also committed suicide, Cheng Ying endured humiliation and raised the real Zhao orphan in this way..."

Yun Xi covered his mouth lightly and exclaimed.

"Oh my God, how can there be such a ruthless father in this world? That's a son! Replace someone else's son with his own son to die, he must be crazy! ”

Xu Fan glanced at Yun Xi, closed his eyes tightly, and his face showed a trace of unbearability.

"Prime Minister Lu, you have sacrificed enough for the Great Song Dynasty..."

Lu Xiufu shook his head slowly.

"It's not enough, old man, and he has a son."

Zhang San, who had been listening to the side, seemed to understand something, he looked at Lu Xiufu with round eyes, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and he had three heads on Lu Xiufu.

"Prime Minister Lu! Prime Minister Lu Cheng... You... You..."

Lu Xiufu let out a long breath, smiled at Zhang San, turned his head and asked Xu Fan.

"Xu Zhenren, do you know why the old man invited you here?"

"For Lu Ji."

Lu Xiufu closed his eyes slightly, his old and haggard face showed an inexplicable sad look, and replied in a low voice: "That's right, for Lu Ji." ”

Clapping his palms, Lu Ji, who was wearing a dragon robe, led Zhao Hao, who was wearing coarse cloth clothes, out of the curtain, and Lu Xiufu's trembling fingers pointed at Zhao Yu who looked dazed.

"He, starting today... It's Lu Ji! ”

Ding Ning looked at Lu Hideo's finger, and his face showed puzzlement.

"That's not the Emperor..."

Yun Xi hurriedly covered Ding Ning's mouth.

Zhao Yu raised his head in a daze and looked at Lu Ji.

"Brother Lu Ji, when will this game of exchanging identities be played, Yu'er is tired, and Yu'er wants to sleep~"

Lu Ji scratched the tip of Zhao Yu's nose.

"No, you are Lu Ji now, and I am Yu'er."

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Oh, I'm Lu Ji~~~ You're Yu'er! When are we going to change our identities back~"

Lu Ji hugged Zhao Yu tightly, and after a long while, he took him and put his little hand into Xu Fan's big hand, and patted his little head gently.

"Lu Ji, be obedient, haven't you been yelling to go out and play? Today, you will go out with Xu Zhenren, and I'll do the things you hate for you, until you come back and see me again, and we'll change back, okay, Lu Ji? ”

"Okay~Let's pull the hook~~ Hey, hey, hey, let's go out and play~~"

Xu Fan squeezed Zhao Yu's hand and raised his head to look at the father and son in front of him.

"You..."

Lu Xiufu arched his hand at Xu Fan and slammed it to the ground.

"Xu Zhenren, the dog will be entrusted to you, for the sake of the Great Song Dynasty, the old man is willing to be the princess of Zhuang Ji, willing to be Cheng Ying, willing to be the grandson of the pestle, and please Xu Zhenren for the sake of Li Min and the common people, teach him well."

No matter how sluggish Ding Ning was, he understood everything in front of him, looking at Lu Ji who was standing aside and smiling slightly, he struggled to shout.

Zhang San hugged Ding Ning tightly from behind, and the man's tears fell into Ding Ning's collar.

"Little immortals... Don't say, don't say, please... Please... In front of you, he is the little emperor, we, we are going to escape from Yashan with Lu Jigongzi..."

Just then, a woman rushed in, crying high and sharp.

"No! I disagree! Why do you want my son... My stepchild... Stepson... Let my mother hug you, stepchild..."

Lu Ji's mother ran to Lu Ji, who was wearing a dragon robe, and hugged him into her arms.

Lu Xiufu glanced at the woman with a gloomy face, turned his head and arched his hand at Xu Fan.

"Xu Zhenren, Xiao'er will ask you."

When the woman heard this, she hurriedly wiped her cheeks and was about to pounce on Xu Fan and grab Xu Fan.

"No! Xu Zhenren! Xu Zhenren! Please, please, take my son away, please, I'll kowtow to you, save my son! ”

The hair was in a messy bun, and the snow-white forehead was slammed hard

On the ground, a trail of bright red blood flowed.

"Please, be merciful! Please! ”

Ding Ning looked at the crying woman in front of him, and somehow remembered his mother, whom he hadn't met for a long time, his heart trembled, and he grabbed the corner of Xu Fan's clothes.

"The boss... Can't you take both children away..."

Xu Fan shook his head slowly.

"God is destined for the little emperor... To..."

"Why should we act according to the will of God! We..."

"Ding Ning, listen to me, the Mongols are impatient, as long as the Great Song Dynasty is not destroyed, this war will not stop, and the Mongols must see the little emperor..."

"However, if we hide in the people, the world is big..."

Zhao Yu blinked his big eyes, although he and Lu Ji were about the same age and height, but this child who was less than ten years old couldn't understand the conversation of the adults at all, at this moment, a palm was gently cut behind Zhao Yu's neck, and Zhao Yu's eyes fell into Zhang San's arms.

Zhang San held the little emperor with one hand, grabbed Ding Ning's shoulder with the other, and closed his eyes tightly.

"The world is so big, and there is no place for us... In order to destroy the Great Song Dynasty, the Tartar Emperor will order the slaughter of the Han people in the world..."

Lu Ji's mother hugged Ding Ning's thigh, and tears wet Ding Ning's clothes.

"Little Zhenren, please, please, please..."

Lu Xiufu squinted his eyes and pressed his big hand on the sword at his side, and at this moment, Lu Ji held down Lu Xiufu's big hand and stepped forward to hug his mother.

"Mother, mother, don't cry, it's not beautiful to cry anymore."

The woman buried Lu Ji's small body in her arms.

"Stepson, stepson... My hard-working stepchild, my mother has lost her son, my mother can't lose you anymore, even if my mother fights, she will save your life! ”

Lu Ji hugged the woman tightly, gently smoothed his mother's wrinkles, and reached for his boots with his right hand.

"Mother, listen to me, you won't lose me, our family will be together, always together... No, Li'er won't, Li'er will live well..."

This young man, who has always been as light as a young man, dropped a clear tear from the corner of his eye, and suddenly pulled out the short blade in his boot.

"Mother..."

The blade was buried in the woman's chest, and the red blood stained the dragon robe.

The woman's eyes widened, wanting to see her beloved son clearly, her palms trembled and she wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of Lu Ji's eyes, but she finally fell unwillingly.

Lu Ji bit his lip tightly, tears rolled down like this, wetting his clothes, gently put down his mother's corpse, and Lu Ji straightened up.

Ding Ning broke away from Zhang San and Yunxi, jumped up and grabbed Lu Ji's collar, his face showing unbelievable anger.

"Lu Ji!! What did you do?! What did you do!? That's your mother!! That's your mother! ”

slapped Ding Ning's hand coldly.

"I'm not Lu Ji, I'm ... The last emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Yu! ”

Lu Xiufu raised his sleeves to cover his old haggard cheeks, his body trembled slightly, and a cry of liver and intestines broke from behind him.

"Good!"

Xu Fan held Ding Ning down, raised his head and looked directly into Lu Ji's eyes.

"Is it worth it?"

Lu Ji smiled slightly, tears falling to the ground.

"Xu Zhenren... Don't you want to take me as a disciple? I heard that your Heart Sutra of Killing and Hate, you want to kill, you want to hate, you can achieve great success, seven kills, kill enemies, kill friends, kill relatives, kill love, kill the sky, kill the earth, kill yourself... I'm past the time limit to kill my relatives... I'm going to try to kill myself in a while, you... Aren't you proud of me? ”

Xu Fan looked at the trembling young man in front of him and sighed deeply.

"Lu Ji... No, Zhao Hao, I'm proud of you, if there is an afterlife... I would like to pass on to you all that I have learned in my life. ”

Lu Ji walked to Zhang San's side, looked at Zhao Yu who was unconscious in his arms, and patted the little head gently.

"I'm Zhao Yu, Xu Zhenren, Lu Ji is your apprentice, please... Teach him well. ”

"I will."

Turning his head, Lu Ji opened his arms to Hideo Lu.

"Daddy... Prime Minister Lu, come on, let's go and finish our final curtain call. ”

Lu Xiufu picked up his son, buried Lu Ji's head on his shoulder, and strode out of the cabin.

Ding Ning struggled in Xu Fan's arms, saw Lu Xiufu's back walking farther and farther, and finally fell to the ground, and couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"The boss... Boss..."

Xu Fan gently let go of Ding Ning, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and spewed out a large puff of smoke rings.

"Father and son... It's a hero. Lu Xiufu is destined to be famous for eternity..."

Ding Ning's fingers clawed at the floor, ignoring the cracking of his nails and the blood flowing out.

"What about Lu Ji?"

Xu Fan paused.

"The name Lu Ji is doomed... To be drowned by history, no one will remember him, and no one ... Know him. ”

Lu Xiufu's high-pitched and deep roar came from outside the cabin, like a waking thunder in a raging storm!

"Today, the heavens are dead, my Great Song! Chen Lu Hidefu has no face to face Taizu Taizong, but he begs to die in order to save the righteousness of heaven and earth! Your Majesty! Let's go! ”

The sound of water sounds,

This was followed by a wail.

"Your Majesty!"

"Prime Minister!!"

"My Great Song is dead! I don't want to live! ”

"Land Phase! Li Liang, this is with you! ”

More and more water throws sounded, and every sound was earth-shattering!

Ding Ning covered his ears, but the sound of life dying ruthlessly drilled into his mind,

The tragic cry cut his heart piece by piece like a knife,

Tears rained down.

He didn't dare to look up,

Don't dare to open your eyes,

Don't dare to look at it.

He just closed his eyes tightly,

Suddenly, I thought of the cold line of words in the history books.

In 1279 AD, the Southern Song Dynasty and Mongolia and Yashan engaged in a large-scale naval battle, the Southern Song Dynasty was defeated, Lu Xiufu and the little emperor Zhao Yu committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea, followed by 300,000 soldiers and civilians.

Martyrdom.

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