[Chapter Word Count:3138 Last Updated:2014-12-2512:00:00.0]

Longshou Mountain, Yinglong Mountain.

Just hundreds of miles outside Xuanjing City, the capital of the True Dragon Dynasty, there is a mountain range, the mountain is undulating, the peaks and peaks are ups and downs, like the dragon's head entrenched, and like a flying dragon ascending to the sky, the momentum is majestic, majestic.

Therefore, some local people call it Longshou Mountain.

There is also a legend that there was once an immortal standing in the middle of it, questioning the sky, word by word, there was a dragon response, so this place is also called Yinglong Mountain.

Such a mysterious and legendary place is naturally different, and it is the most rich and long place in the world except for the Mausoleum of the True Dragon Emperor, close to the gods.

Therefore, in all dynasties, the emperors were buried in the royal tomb, and the princes with different surnames chose this Longshou Mountain.

Today, the white clouds are ethereal, rolling like auspicious rays, and the purple air is rising, as if there is a different phase descending.

Longshou MountainLongshou Mountain, today, there is a new funeral procession coming.

White flowers fluttering, paper money flying, snow-white towel banners, with a breath of death and mourning, people and horses are like dragons, traveling for hundreds of miles, which prince has died?

The mausoleum keeper stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the autumn water and cold river below, and it was impossible for ordinary people to come here, so it could only be the burial of the prince.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells......"

The bronze bell of the Taoist priest floats far away between the empty heaven and earth, and the Qiushui River is as clear as ever, surrounding the foot of Longshou Mountain, like a green ribbon.

That group of men and horses was coming along the avenue by the river, slowly climbing to the peak.

It's closer, it's closer, a big black flag, with a huge blood-colored word "Li" written on it, the mausoleum keeper is already old, but no matter how old and dizzy, it is impossible not to know the word "Li".

The centaurs were gone, and the mausoleum keeper stood still in place, until everyone was gone, and he couldn't help but sigh when he entered the depths of the mountains.

"Alas, it is actually one of the six kings of the true dragon, the king of iron and blood, the great military achievements, the world's might, even the foreign baby, the color of the smell changes, and it is forbidden to cry at night. ”

"But death, but no one can avoid it, let you be glorious and rich during your lifetime, enjoy your honor, and after death, you will only be a handful of loess, half a wisp of grave fireflies. Who in this world can escape this catastrophe, live forever, and live with the sky?"

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The autumn river is clear, the autumn river is clear, the autumn river is turbid and clear, the wind blows, the paper ash flutters, the white grass flies horizontally, and the tombs are all over the tomb.

On Longshou Mountain, a group of people finally entered the last place of dragon sleep, legend, only the king can open a monument and set up a tomb in this place, and the periphery is densely packed, which is the tomb of the Hou level.

An old man in a white robe trembled and held a green copper basin, lit a pine candle, and burned paper money.

This copper plate was used by King Li during his lifetime, and it will be buried with it after his death.

The pine candles are bright, the paper threads are burning, and the smoke of the fire is rising into the air, as if mourning the dead souls.

In front of the exquisite coffin made of gold and white jade, after some words to suit the occasion, Li Tiansheng, the brother of King Li, "Marquis of Jingnan", dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, walked to the front of the person, spread out a gold and jade book with his palm, and read out the poem of the sacrifice brother in public:

"Miao Miao long lake water, lush and chaotic hazel. When I came to pay my respects, there was no inscription on the grave. Thousands of papers turn into ashes, and grief cannot be spoken. ”

"My brother and my father, what a sense of filial piety. Life has not made you foot, and death has not made you glorious. Only in the early night, the heart is broken. ”

"When I think of sorrow, I think of sorrow. The snow of the Qingjiang River is long, and the pines and cypresses are clustered. Even though there are tears, the old tears are dry. The shape is thin and the hair is gradually changing, and the illness is increasing day by day. ”

"I am willing to borrow the water of the long lake and turn it into the other side. Prop up the Chiba boat and take care of each other in the next life. May the soil in front of the grave be planted into a Bodhi tree. Picking leaves and writing the Heart Sutra, the calamity will not be repeated. ”

"Woohoo, the way of heaven is unfortunate, the loss of Brother Yan, the stars and the moon cover their faces, the wind and rain are cold, the Qinling Mountains are down, Weishui is crying and mourning, it is a pity that it cannot be replaced, and it is sad in vain. ”

"Woohoo, mourning, my brother is back. Yin Yin is kind and strict, and meets in dreams. Brother Wang, go all the way. ”

Thinking of this, Li Tiansheng knelt down suddenly, his tears were vertical and horizontal, and he looked extremely sad, and kowtowed to the sky ten times in a row, knocking straight to the forehead, the grass was gray, bloodstained, dazzling and eye-catching.

Such a scene, in the eyes of others, was immediately a praise.

"Jingnan Hou is really a man of temperament!"

"Yes, brotherly love, as bright as the sun and the moon, his brother has no children in his life, it is worth it to have such a brother to take care of the aftermath for him!"

"Well, yes, yes, the two brothers of the Li family, famous all over the world, when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation......"

In the midst of everyone's praise, Li Tiansheng, the "Marquis of Jingnan", who had a sad face and a cloudy tearful face, was "forced" by several descendants of the Li family to help the crowd and walk behind the curtain.

There was a deck chair for him to rest.

Subsequently, groups of people began to walk to the coffin of Li Nanjun, the "King of Li", to mourn, burn candles and incense, and recite eulogies.

Among them, there are some heads of major families, high-ranking princes, and directors of major dignitaries in Xuanjing City.

It can be said that in the entire Xuanjing City today, more than 60 percent of the high-ranking officials, dignitaries, and wealthy families have sent people here.

They are not bidding farewell to the dead King Li, but to celebrate the birth of the new King Li!

After all, the dead are gone, and they don't have much to do with them, and the birth of a new king is definitely a major event that can affect many forces in the entire Xuanjing City.

Nature is not to be missed.

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The breeze blows, the breeze is urgent, the sun shines, and the waves reflect the sky.

At the foot of Longshou Mountain, on the bank of the Qiushui River, a young man dressed in filial piety clothes, carrying a thick black coffin, and lowering his head slightly by the coffin behind him, stepped step by step and slowly walked to Longshou Mountain.

A dead leaf fell, swirled and fell towards the river, and suddenly flew away.

The lake is long, green, and seems to be unconscious, and who knows its heart? Who knows its suffering? Who knows its sorrow? Who knows its joy? Who knows its happiness?

Is there a story in his heart?

The figure of the young man walked farther and farther, he did not walk fast, step by step, the thick black coffin behind him seemed so conspicuous and dazzling under the scorching sun, but it also revealed an indescribable silence and calmness.

Who is he?

Where did he come from?

Why is he dressed in filial piety clothes? With a coffin behind him?

This Longshou Mountain is the burial place of the princes of the past dynasties, could it be that he also has relatives who died in it?

This teenager is like a mystery, unsolvable and inexplicable.

His thin figure, in the sunlight, seemed so heavy and lonely, as if it was one with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

With each step, the momentum on his body accumulated a point, and by the time he reached the foot of the mountain, the momentum on the young man's body had accumulated to its peak. Gather like thunder, male like fire, angry like ten thousand Mount Tai can be pressed.

He stared at the towering Longshou Mountain in front of him, his steps paused slightly, and his long hair hung down instantly, covering a pair of his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Then he lifted his steps again and stepped forward.

The dull and monotonous sound of footsteps sounded again above the stone steps, and this time more violently, more deadly......

Step by step, his footsteps stepped on the mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, and a thunderous sound was formed!

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On Longshou Mountain, there is a thatched house.

The mausoleum keepers lived in this thatched hut, and the wind and rain came and went, and they never left.

He was a lonely old man, with no relatives, no friends, no old days, no one would come here to visit him.

Every year, in addition to someone going up the mountain to send a funeral, or Qingming Chongyang, Shangyuan Dragon Boat Festival, this place is a dead silence, usually in addition to the sky of paper ashes, there is only the shallow singing of summer grass and autumn insects.

He is a guardian of this mountain, here day and night, except to guard the tomb, he is to guard the tomb.

He has long been accustomed to loneliness, to being lonely, to being with the flowers, birds, insects and fish on this mountain, silently facing the rising and setting of the sun, the tide rising and falling.

Perhaps, one day, he himself will die in this mountain, and no one will remember him, and no one will come here to worship him.

The court will only send a new mausoleum keeper to replace him.

In this way, it is a new reincarnation.

But today, this Longshou Mountain suddenly became lively.

He knew that those people had entered the Dragon Land in the very center, and there, at such a time, a humble tomb keeper like him was not qualified to enter.

He sat down in front of his thatched hut again, and for some reason, he suddenly became interested, picked up a small horse stool, reached out and took out the huqin that he had not touched for a long time, dusted off the dust that had accumulated on it for a long time, and slowly pulled it up:

"The wine flags of the sunset, fluttering in the wind, the yellow dust of the desert is flying.

The back of a man and a horse faded away, fainting the aroma of spirits.

...

I remember the camel bells outside the plug, always love to float into the distance.

How many people have been hooked, obsessed, and lingering?"

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and the old man's thoughts were dull, but at this moment, his body was shining, and his eyes looked into the distance, looking at the autumn river water under the mountain, and there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps woke up the old man who was playing the huqin, and he raised his eyes to look down the mountain, but saw a group of three people, slowly walking up.

These three people, two of them are back, green clothes and hats, low eyebrows and lowered eyes, obviously followers.

The front one, but he was dressed in a big red robe, stepping on Xuanwu shoes, holding a golden dragon scroll in his hand, and the aura on the whole person was cold and majestic, full of an indescribable yin owl extravagance.

He didn't squint, he walked directly, ignoring the old man at all, and the old man didn't reach out to stop him.

It wasn't until the three of them disappeared that he turned around and muttered, "The eunuch of the palm print of the Great Inner Division, this is the edict that came to pass on behalf of the emperor...... It seems that this Marquis of Jingnan really can't wait, but who can stop the temptation to win the throne?"

With a low sigh, he closed his mouth, why should he participate in other people's family affairs, and what qualifications does he have to participate?

He no longer paid attention to the noise coming from there, continued to raise his hand, slowly pulled the huqin in his hand, and sang in a low voice to the sound of the qin:

One by one, the huqin was sad, accompanied by the sound of the end of the world

One by one, the falling flowers in the drunken dream splashed the fragrance of horseshoe......

...

The wine flags in the sunset are fluttering in the wind, and the yellow dust in the north of the desert is flying.

The back of a man and a horse faded away, fainting the aroma of spirits. ”

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, rolling up the paper money flying in the sky, the old man raised his head, a trace of strangeness appeared in his eyes, narrowed his cloudy eyes, and muttered, "The wind is up?"

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