"Life is the most beautiful thing in the world. ”

Jian Jiu looked at the young man who said that he loved life, but with a death will in his eyes, and looked at Yangjing with a smile.

Since life is the most beautiful thing in the world, why aren't you afraid of death?

"Do you really understand that the law of the jungle and the world of great contention are the laws and trends of this world. Jian Jiu looked at him and said indifferently.

"I said I didn't figure it out, I have a lot of things that I can't find absolute right and wrong. ”

Ye Mingke looked at the city wall and took down the bones buried in the wind and snow, and said slowly.

"For example, I wonder if the law of the jungle is really irreversible?"

His gaze slowly turned to the refugees on the edge of the city walls, whose faces were numb, curled up against the cold.

"For example, I wonder if there is any point in working hard when a person has given up everything I have?"

His gaze looked down slightly at his gently raised hand.

"For example, can a person sacrifice his life for something that has nothing to do with him?"

He finally raised his eyes to look at the towering city wall of the Suzaku Gate, where the monarch's guard of honor had been set up and the hundred officials had been displayed. Ascension to Sendai is a place for immortals, and although the monarch of Great Xia is the monarch of Great Xia, he is not qualified to ascend to Sendai, and can only hold a sacrifice to the heavens on the high tower of the Suzaku Gate.

He chuckled.

"For example, I want to kill the king who is about to come on the tower, but does he deserve to die?"

"What the hell do you want to do? You don't know that the monarch has long been a puppet of the Duty Division, what is the use of killing him?"

Jian Jiu lowered his voice, looked at the young man with a calm and bright smile but a crazy look in his eyes, and said, his eyes were eager and puzzled.

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"Obviously, it is a national festival, but I, the monarch of Great Xia, cannot preside over the sacrifice, and can only go to the city gate like a dog guarding the gate to perform the sacrifice. ”

"Those guys are getting too much. ”

The Great Xia monarch stretched out his hands, and under the service of the eunuchs, he put on the bright yellow and noble dragon robe, and put on the imperial crown with a fine pearl bead curtain hanging down.

Thinking of today's ceremony in his heart, his eyes flashed with unhappiness, but his face remained solemn and upright, without the slightest dissatisfaction or change.

At this moment, a white-clothed monk with a sword in his hand strode in from outside the hall with a lazy face, followed by a group of attendants who followed suit.

When the Great Xia Monarch saw the figure of the white-clothed monk, his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

"Xia Yin, why is it so slow, faster. Don't let this immortal still have to wait. The white-clothed monk in civilian clothes walked directly to the Great Xia monarch who was still dressing, his brows furrowed, and his tone was unpleasant.

"Please also ask Chongming Shangxian to take care of it, and wait a while. ”

Great Xia Monarch Xia Yin's long eyebrows, the corners of his eyebrows shrank and trembled slightly, but his tone was as calm and respectful as possible.

The hands of the eunuchs who were buttoning the dragon robe for the king also trembled, and the eunuchs forced fear to put on the dragon robe for the monarch as soon as possible, but in the end, because of fear, they buttoned the wrong one, and the wrinkles in the corners did not have time to erase.

The close eunuch was still scrambling to unbutton and refasten it for the monarch.

Noticing that the monk's brows were furrowing more and more, Xia Yin, with a calm face, forced his anger and waved his hand vigorously to make them retreat.

The white-clothed monk holding the sword saw that Xia Yin had already put on the dragon robe, turned around and walked out of the hall by himself.

The monarch of Great Xia straightened the crown on his head, wore a noble dragon robe with a wrong button and was a little awkward and funny, and walked out behind the monk.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, he was shrouded in the shadow of the huge and majestic Ascension Terrace behind the palace. The fire-like remnant sun on the horizon ascended to Sendai

The shadow of the stretch stretched out and completely covered the magnificent palace.

Xia Yin didn't notice the shadow of Shengxiantai, and didn't even dare to look up, but just looked at it with his eyes, maintaining a majestic and steady appearance, and followed the figure of the white-clothed monk in front of him.

Because he was wearing a dragon robe with the wrong button, Xia Yin, who had never worn such awkward clothes in his life, always felt uncomfortable when he walked, he tilted his head slightly to look around, and found that all the people in the place where he and the immortal went were prostrate and bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly, but he still felt that they were all secretly looking at the unbuttoned button on his body.

They were all laughing at his majesty and dignity.

These people and thieves, who have seen my ugliness today, should gouge out their eyes and die!

Xia Yin felt that his tense and serious face was a little hot, he didn't dare to look at the appearance of those palace maids and eunuchs, and subconsciously wanted to speed up his pace, but he didn't dare to get too close to the immortal in front of him.

Fortunately, after walking out of the gate of the palace, there were two luxurious steps, one white and one yellow, parked, and he also sat on the golden royal bowl after the immortal walked on the step.

Layers of hazy light veils hung down on all sides of Bu Bao, blocking most of the sight of those looking at him, and Xia Yin's nerves that had been tense relaxed slightly, feeling more comfortable.

The magnificent step was lifted by twenty-four people, and it was carried from the palace to the Suzaku Gate, which would pass through half of Yangjing.

Being able to go out of the palace gate is also a rare opportunity for him, the titular monarch of Great Xia, he sat in the step, his eyes slightly skimmed to the street where the step passed, he wanted to see some rare prosperous and lively scenes, but he didn't expect that this time these streets were deserted, and occasionally some people on the street were panicked after seeing the step, hiding like birds and beasts that met the wind and rain.

Xia Yin, who didn't get some fun, frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy with these people,

Is this your attitude towards the monarch?

Fortunately, not long after walking, an old man in rags who saw him walking on the side of the road wanted to get close to his walking with some excitement, and shouted vaguely: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live", and after speaking, he raised his hands high and was about to bow down despite the obstruction of the guards.

"There are still loyal and sensible people!" Xia Yin, who turned his head and saw this scene, flashed a slight joy in his heart.

But just as the old man in tattered clothes raised his hands to the point where he was about to put them down, two daggers suddenly appeared in the old man's hands, and they plunged into the necks of the two close guards who were holding him down as fast as lightning, and a large amount of blood splattered up.

"Great summer is dead, winter is coming!"

Then the skinny old man's face was as hideous as the angry King Kong, let out a roaring and hoarse roar, and rushed towards Xia Yin's steps, and the dagger with a cold light pointed directly at Xia Yin.

Xia Yin, who was suddenly hit by the bloody and murderous intent, subconsciously leaned towards the other side of the step, and shook violently.

But he clearly went too far.

The old man was still a few feet away from his steps when he was surrounded by other armoured warriors, countless spears and swords at the same time, and the old man soon fell to the ground covered in blood and died.

"This group of Diao people, like that group of vicious dogs in white, all want to harm me!" Xia Yin, who realized that he was a little out of shape because of fear, thought indignantly.

Only then did he remember that one of the immortals had mentioned to him last night that there might be an attack by the rebels tomorrow. But at that time, he didn't care, although those white-clothed vicious dogs had a bad attitude, but with them, he really didn't have to worry about this country, he could always be in front of his Great Xia monarch without worrying.

But today's turmoil is still more than he expected.

That old man was not the only one, Xia Yin didn't understand how so many rebels who wanted to kill him suddenly appeared on the originally deserted street.

There is a young man in cloth drinking tea in a roadside teahouse

After drinking the tea, he drew his sword and calmly went to his death, rushing into his guards mixed with immortal cultivators.

There was also a girl selling wild flowers on the side of the road, but as he walked past his army with her head bowed in her basket, a large number of guards and a few monks of lower cultivation fainted.

Then, a bare-armed giant man jumped onto a nearby roof, lifted a heavy boulder, and smashed it into his frame.

That was the closest he had come to death, but a curtain on the flying sword rack in front of him hit the boulder, splitting the boulder in half and slamming it into the street.

Then the sword light flowed through the air without pause, and with a "bang", he cut off the head of the second giant man, and the blood spurted up half a zhang high.

As they marched, several waves of dead-like rebels rushed towards this fight, but no one could get past the sword light that was always in the air and the guards mixed with some immortal cultivators.

Xia Yin, who tried to sit upright in the step and maintain his royal bearing and dignity, witnessed the bloody scenes, and at this time, in addition to the uncontrollable fear in his heart, he also had a trace of gratitude and dependence on those immortals who were actually scolded as vicious dogs in white in his heart.

Just like although he hated that they had stripped him of his right to govern the country, but when he could keep the country forever without worrying about the country, sometimes he was a little resistant and tired of thinking that if he really had to face a thousand things about the country.

Fortunately, the assassination on the street has gradually thinned out as they approached the Suzaku Gate.

Those chaotic parties should have understood my majesty and irresistibility.

Xia Yin, who walked out majestically from the luxurious step parked under the city tower, thought a little proudly.

As he walked out of the stairs and was surrounded by people and walked up the stairs of the castle tower, he suddenly thought of the unbuttoned button on his clothes.

His mood suddenly became gloomy again.

Fortunately, all the people who saw him except for the vicious dog in white who still looked lazy did not dare to prostrate on the ground to greet him.

He tried his best to forget the button that had lost its majesty and identity, and stepped up the steps step by step, and saw the red glow of flames falling on the wilderness.

The red was so hot, like the blood he had just seen.

He subconsciously glanced at the white-clothed vicious dog walking not far in front of him, and when he saw the other party, he felt a little relieved.

He finally reached the top of the tower, and looked down on the reckless land below, and the ant-like people in the field.

The long wind came from the wide field, and it was the dusk of light and darkness, and with a refreshing coolness, he raised his head proudly.

On the Ascension Terrace in the distance, there are thirty-six consecutive sounds, indicating that the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens is about to begin.

A master of ceremonies dressed in purple robes walked to the edge of the walls of the tower, facing the wilderness and the heavens and the earth.

"King's Landing. ”

"Kneel—"

The high-pitched and elongated singing of the master of ceremonies, supported by the amplification circle, spread far from the tower to the outside and inside of the city.

Standing on the tower of the city, Xia Yin, the Great Xia monarch, could clearly see the group of refugees outside the city who were black and pressed like weeds, bending down one by one and bowing downward, like autumn grass falling in the wind.

Xia Yin, who was facing the slightly cool and refreshing breeze, was a little comfortable and half-closed his eyes to enjoy the moment of being bowed down by the people condescendingly, and his heart was happy and a little floating.

But he suddenly felt that there was something in the shadow near the castle tower, which made him a little uncomfortable. He looked intently and saw two young men and a little girl dressed in white who had not bowed down with the people.

The pale boy in one of them slowly raised his head and followed his gaze calmly, with a dark compassion in his eyes.