"The ancient road is a thin horse with a west wind, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world!"

In the end, it is a rootless Ping, and how can it be the soul of Zhongzhou.

In the royal city of Middle-earth, in the palace of the elderly. A group of palace maids and eunuchs are kneeling neatly on the ground, bowing and bending, and banging their heads on the ground!

Their expressions were flustered, and their huddled bodies trembled slightly!

Just because their king, the king of the whole Middle Continent, is terminally ill and incurable by medicine, he will drive to the west at any time!

Regardless of the passage of time, the change of dynasties, the days in this destiny will be drowned under the wheel of time with the death of a person.

"Wu'er, in order to compete for the royal hegemony of this Central Continent, in the year of the Hidden Mansion, in order to prevent you and your mother from being assassinated by the enemy, as a last resort, Lone had no choice but to send you away from Central Continent. Time has passed, and these 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye. ”

In the Yi Nian Palace, on a bed made of golden silk nanmu, a sick middle-aged man, half-lying on the bed, with some godless eyes, looked at a young man in front of the bed and said.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, he took out a cloud silk brocade handkerchief between his fingers, covered his mouth and nose, and coughed. And when the Yunsi Jinpa was taken away, a touch of red came into view!

On the middle-aged man's face, a sickly blush appeared because of the violent cough. The corners of his mouth were a little bitter, even if you were the king of this Middle Earth, it would be difficult to escape the suffering of fate!

Even as the first emperor of the ages, he holds the world in his hands and gathers the luck of the world. Why do you want to go against the sky and seek that ethereal immortality!

Holding the hegemony of kingship in your hands will really make people very obsessed!

The young man on the edge of the bed, dressed a little plainly, just stood quietly, his hands hanging down to his side, his eyes looked at the middle-aged man half-lying on the bed, and finally did not speak.

"It's been 20 years! Ten years ago, I wanted to take you back to the royal court, but I was blocked somewhere! I left you out and suffered so far! I'm sorry for you, you have resentment in your heart, and you can understand it. I only hope that you can come down the mountain and return to Zhongzhou, and when you are still breathing, you will be able to ascend to the throne of Zhongzhou!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, there was another coughing sound from his mouth and nose. He is terminally ill, refractory to medicine, and obviously thinks he has no power to return to heaven!

"In the end, it is a rootless Ping, how can it be the soul of Zhongzhou. I'm no longer from Middle-earth, so why don't I come back to Middle-earth. ”

The young man shook his head, and his tone was very calm. His expression was as calm as water, undisturbed.

"Then why did you go down the mountain?"

The middle-aged man asked, his eyes were very lonely, his expression was decadent, and a little sad. This is really such a fate, after his death, there is no one close to him who wears linen and filial piety!

The king of a generation of Middle-earth has fallen to this, and this is not a joke!

"I'm just ordered by my master to go down the mountain to Zhongzhou to see you for the last time!"

As soon as the young man's words fell, in this old age palace, the eunuchs and palace maids who were kneeling on the ground were suddenly silent, and they curled up their bodies in fright, trembling!

The words that come out of the mouths of young people also indicate their destiny.

"Hahahaha............ Do you know who your master is, and what is his relationship with Zhongzhou?"

After the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately laughed out loud, but in this laughter, there are countless sadness, and there is also endless poignancy!

"I don't know. I only know that he is my master, teaching and nurturing me for more than 20 years, and that's it. ”

The young man's words were tepid, and his eyes were as calm as water. "If you have nothing else to do, I will go back. My master's order, I will complete, you ...... And cherish it for yourself!"

The young man wanted to open his mouth to call his father, but he frowned, and the expression between his eyebrows changed slightly. Just because of his father, these two words are too strange and heavy, but he is like a stalk in his throat, but he can't say anything.

"Haha......... My child's state of mind is so indifferent. Do you think this Middle-earth Royal City is where you can come and go when you want?"

The middle-aged man half-lying on the bed did not laugh angrily, there was a little madness in his expression, and a sense of hatred!

The one who stands in his way has such a vicious mind and a hard-hearted heart!

"What do you mean? Do you want to stop me? If anyone in the whole world stops me, I will kill him. You...... If you stop me, I'll kill you!"

The young man paused his moving body, leaned sideways, looked back at the middle-aged man lying on the bed, and spoke, but his words were a little cold.

"You have such an indifferent mind, and you have such a decisive decision. If you don't become the king of Middle-earth, then Middle-earth's fate will be exhausted!"

The middle-aged man was decadent, but he just waved his hand, looking extremely lonely. "Either way, or not...... Let's go, the sins committed by Lone should also be borne by Lone himself! If you really want to blame it, you can only blame Lone for paying too much attention to the slightest bond that people who pay too much attention to royal power should have!"

"Take care!"

After the young man spat out two words, he raised his legs and walked out of the Yi Nian Palace. His footsteps did not stop, until he came out of the Zhongzhou Royal Court, he slowed down the pace of his feet, his eyes looked forward to it, his eyes were scattered, the customs and customs of the Zhongzhou Royal City were in full view!

The young man in plain clothes is named Tu Mo, the only son of the king of Middle-earth, with a prominent background, but he has no heart to fight for power and hegemony, and he has no intention of holding Middle-earth.

The weak heart made Tu Mo not care at all, the royal hegemony that everyone in the world flocked to!

Three days later.

Tu Mo's clothes fluttered, his hands hung down at his side, standing by the Qinhuai River, feeling the breeze on his face. Breathe in the earthy air through his mouth and nose. Turning in his eyes, looking at the painting boats covered with curtains on the Qinhuai River, this is some young ladies traveling and coming in spring!

On the roads on both sides of the Qinhuai River, there are tourists weaving and shuttling like forests. These young ladies walked together, and they stopped at courtesy. The literati and artists stood on the bridge, gently shaking the folding fan in their hands, chanting poems against each other, so happy!

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Lou Wailou, West Lake singing and dancing when will it be off. The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and Hangzhou is Bianzhou!"

The Southern Wilderness sent troops, the soldiers came to the city, the war on the front line of Central-earth was urgent, the number of soldiers and generals who died was innumerable, the war was endless, the beacon fire was not extinguished, and the people of Pingtou were even more miserable!

And in the hinterland of Zhongzhou, by the Qinhuai River in Jiangsu, the tourists shuttle like weaving, whitewashing the peace of the world in the singing and dancing!

Literature is prosperous! But it is the world of Wuding!

Tu Mo's eyes were as calm as autumn water, looking at the singing and dancing in front of him, he finally sighed!

This Middle-earth is exhausted, and the one who should be anxious should be the person who holds the kingship of Middle-earth. Instead of these helpless talented and beautiful women!

"I'm not from Zhongzhou, and I don't have the soul of Zhongzhou! I'm just a rootless duckweed in the sea, just witnessing the decline of Zhongzhou and the change of dynasties!"

Tu Mo sighed slightly, these literati and writers, talented and beautiful women, living in the peace whitewashed in songs and dances, is not a good thing.

Wen is weak and angry, and in this troubled world, he is completely vulnerable.

Humen Pass.

A moat is the last line of defense for Zhongzhou, which is also built by the martyrs of Zhongzhou with blood and tears. Their souls are in the Humen Pass, witnessing the sons and daughters of Zhongzhou, holding swords and axes, wearing armor, and straddle war horses, walking through the door, swearing to guard the land of Zhongzhou.

An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood!

The sons and daughters of Middle-earth, who fought bravely and were reborn in the war. The enemy army was crowned as the army of tigers and wolves, and to the enemy, they showed their bloodthirsty minions. And back in Middle-earth, they are as docile as sheep, quietly guarding the land under their feet!

Now, where the iron cavalry of the Southern Wilderness passed, a blood-stained corpse was left behind him.

Those iron-blooded military souls, those Zhongzhou sons and daughters who are bathed in the blood of enemies and comrades-in-arms, holding weapons in their hands, hunting and hunting battle flags in the air, they swear not to retreat!

Regardless of life and death, it will always guard the land of Middle-earth!

This is, the son of Middle-earth!

Two days later.

Tu Mo tossed and turned, and some of the dust came to Humen Pass. The desert here is desolate, the people here are hungry, these people are dirty, but in a pair of eyes, they are crystal clear and clean!

That's a thirst for life!

Among these people, whose children are they, and whose parents are they! And the qi number of Zhongzhou is also connected with them, if they die, Zhongzhou will die! If they are born, Zhongzhou will survive!

The foundation of the country is the will of the people!

The war is raging, the people are ruined, displaced, and every house hangs white silk!

"The iron bones are strong in the body, and the will is buried deep in the iron and blood soul! The weapon in his hand will definitely cut the enemy under the horse, bury the corpse in the wilderness, and die in a foreign land!"

These are the words of the sons of Zhongzhou, and this is also the last oath of some of them before they die!

Before leaving, the worries and expectations in the eyes of the women in the family made the sons and daughters of Zhongzhou carry the shroud with them, wipe the blood when they are wounded, and wrap themselves when they die! Wherever the war spreads, they will fight, and wherever they fight, there is the place where their heroic souls are buried!

The flames of war burn with my blood! and they are extinguished with my soul!

A mournful war song in the flames of war is high, blowing the Jin Ge Iron Horse and the beacon fire!

Outside the Humen Pass, the sun was setting, and Tu Mo's lonely figure was dragged for a long time by this bloody remnant sun!

"Our king has gone west in a crane!"

Until Tu Mo's figure completely disappeared outside the Humen Pass. One after another, the cries of compassion resounded throughout the land of Middle-earth!

Their king, the king of Middle-earth, is dead!

"The king's heroic soul, the king's spirit in the sky, is looking down on the land of Middle-earth. The magnificent rivers and mountains of Middle-earth are guarded by our bones!"

The sons of Zhongzhou greeted their king, and the straight back, baptized by the fire of war, bent down. The eyes that were washed by blood and were not afraid of death, but they quietly burst into tears.

Today, the entire land of Middle-earth is shrouded in dark clouds. Countless Middle-earth military souls who died in battle greeted their king.

On the land of Middle-earth, every household hangs white silk to send off their king.

Cause and effect are hard to decide, and the fate is here, and since then, there has been no new king in Middle-earth!