"Monarch, my soldiers and I are willing to go with you, this journey is long and bound to encounter all kinds of difficulties and dangers, how can we rest assured that you are going alone?" said one of the soldiers reverently.

"That's fine, when I figure out the disaster that happened there, I will definitely reward you heavily when I come back, and you will embark on a distant journey with me!" said the monarch Mu Zizhen as he paced.

At this time, the dark night accompanied by the sound of rain flowed a trace of warmth in the light blue dreamland, and countless folded paper butterflies spread their wings and flew in the world of appearance relying on the dawn of dawn......

The harmony of order reflects the power of justice, in the cry of freedom, thinking about the true nature of life, the optimistic mood dilutes the gray imprint, in the withered picture, watching the solidity of emotion, the brave spirit supports the tired body, in the tide of struggle releases all passion, the river of wisdom condenses the aura of rain and dew, finds the hope of rebirth in the source of sin, the simple rhythm echoes the complex rhythm, touches the bottom line of humanity in the law of nature, the ordinary life overturns the vase of the dream, and in the erosive night, the lost original heart is missing。 The light will eventually return to the same color as the heart, when the sword of killing becomes the jade silk of peace, death seems to be only a lonely shadow, freedom will eventually occupy every high ground of happiness, when the flame of hatred becomes a loving greeting, indifference seems to be only a messy tailing, and the stability of all may be a true portrayal of the outside world extending to the heart, guessing one part of the phenomenon and the other part of the essence. The monarch Mu Zizhen and his soldiers walked in the golden desert at this time, the fine grains of sand piled up into one sand dune after another to block the way forward, the blazing sun scorched the red cheeks and soaked the sweat beads with the bitter taste, they walked through the endless desert step by step, no matter how the distant oasis beckoned, they could not lift their spirits.

Suddenly, the tail of a giant scorpion emerged from the sand in front of him, the stinger of the giant scorpion was raised high as if to strangle the humble life in his territory, the monarch Mu Zizhen saw the stinger of the giant scorpion and hurriedly beckoned everyone to retreat, but they just retreated half a step behind and a giant scorpion appeared, it turned out that they had been ambushed by the giant scorpion in a trance unconsciously, the giant scorpion behind them stretched out its claws to put them to death, the soldiers pulled out their swords in a panic to fight with them, the monarch Mu Zizhen said that they were not the opponents of the giant scorpion at all or quickly escaped, the two giant scorpions saw that they were ready to run away and waved their stingers and claws in the sand and galloped quickly, Monarch Mu Zizhen led his soldiers to frantically dodge the giant scorpion's raid, until they were far away from the territory of the giant scorpion before they stopped continuing to hunt, monarch Mu Zizhen and the soldiers sat on the sand and hung their heads breathlessly, their exhausted appearance was like a wrinkled cloud that could not be favored by the breeze, at this time, the subtle sand particles were still turning into sand dunes in the movement of the earth's crust, and the blazing sun was still releasing energy in the laws of nature, everything seemed to have not changed and everything seemed to have changed......

Why is the remnant snow still attacked by the undercurrent after experiencing the bullying of the storm, why the color of the undercurrent freezes the soul and can no longer create a little joyful taste, why the dust is still framed by the clouds after experiencing the bewitchment of the twilight, why the poignant and dull eyes of the clouds can no longer glow with a trace of blurred charm, why the petals are still frozen by the frost after being hit by the shower, and why the coldness of the frost teases the tenderness of the fingertips, why can no longer brew a sincere touch. The brilliance of the stars and the moon always feels the warmth and coldness of the world in the alternation of light and darkness, the raging fire and flood are always obsessed with the baptism of pain in the cycle of wind and rain, and all the sorrows and joys are mixed with the natural order, dancing the miracle of life in dreams and reality. Monarch Mu Zizhen and the soldiers walked for a day and a night and still did not get out of the desert, they were lying on the sand dunes with dry mouths and gradually lost the motivation to continue to move forward, but just when they fell into despair and lost themselves, there was a faint flickering transparent light in front of them, the monarch Mu Zizhen was overjoyed and ran over to see the clear freshwater lake, the soldiers stumbled to the lake and planted themselves in the water, they gulped this hard-won sweet spring, as if their blood and bone marrow were also about to burst out of the silver droplets。

Several soldiers swam through the shallow water to reach the deeper water to wash off the mud, they talked and laughed and slapped the water but did not feel the danger approaching, a water snake swam up from the pile of rocks and was ready to attack these soldiers, only to see the water snake flick its tail around the neck of a soldier, the soldier did not react and entered the mouth of the water snake, and then the water snake began to attack a soldier next to it, only to see it open its bloody mouth and bite the soldier's body and drag it into the deep water, the other soldiers saw such a bloody scene and ran away, they cried and swam to the shore and kept vomiting the lake waterThe soldiers wiped their tears in horror and swore that they would never forget the lesson in front of them, so they picked up their swords and continued to chase the dawn in the distance, as if the irreversible certainty had been thawed into a variable in the decisive battle between you and me......

When the bright flame of light will drive the dark tide to where it is, when the killing and pain are harmoniously thrown away thousands of miles away, comfort may be all that the soul hides in the depths of the soul, when the tender green grass will cover the blazing desert with what color, when exhaustion and thirst are infected by the call of enthusiasm, joy may be the annual rings of the smiling face lost in time, when the fiery red sunset will turn the bleak clouds into what it will become, when the storm and thunder and lightning are intoxicated by the colors of the rainbow, silence may be the final answer to the emotions to be handed over to life。 The flame of light burns all over every cold place and combines with warmth, the grass collects every color and combines with perfection, the sunset changes every twilight and brilliance together, all good things change differently in their own orbits, even a brief moment may condense into an eternal shadow in the next second. Monarch Mu Zizhen and his soldiers finally walked out of the desert at dusk the next day, they hugged each other and felt the joy of the long time, and the golden desert bordered a green grassland, several shepherds took advantage of the night to drive the sheep to graze quickly, the meandering stream reflected the simple flowers in the sunset like a bride who had just taken a bath, the monarch Mu Zizhen said to the soldiers that they were going to spend the night here tonight, and they would continue to embark on the bumpy road before dawn tomorrow morning, and the soldiers nodded in agreement with the monarch Mu Zizhen's opinionAfter they told a shepherd their reason, the shepherd warmly welcomed them in, and in the house, the monarch Mu Zizhen and the shepherd's family chatted all night long, and outside the house, the icy cold snap froze the green of the grassland and made the snow unable to find a home......