On the fifteenth day of the twentieth year of Jin Wen, the dynasty that had existed for twenty years, and the territory that Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, had helped Emperor Wen with countless prestige, was finally wiped out in the dust of war.

It was after this day that the Great Jin changed the name of the country to Xiang.

At Lu Ziyi's insistence, there is no throne in the current court, and above the hundred officials, there are only Yun Qingfeng and him, the two regents.

After all, in their hearts, the person who can sit on this dragon chair has completely disappeared from the previous battle.

Two months later, the altar in the center of the capital, which had been rebuilt from the ruins. There are two statues here that Lu Ziyi recruited the most elite craftsmen in the world and poured them with pure gold.

Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, and Li Xuan, the son of the little family.

Under the guidance of Jiang Baihe and Frost and Snow, the tomb of Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, who was buried outside the pass, was brought over and placed here together with the stone stele.

However, this extremely destructive action of destroying the feng shui of the capital was approved and cheered by all the people. On weekdays, there is an endless stream of people who come here to mourn.

In front of Li Xuan's bronze statue, the deeds of his life are introduced:

On the first day of the first month of the twentieth year of Jin Wen: Li Xuan, the son of King Xiang, led the Xiang army to launch a decisive battle with South Vietnam in front of Zhennan Pass, broke the enemy army, and killed Tang Zicheng, the general of South Vietnam.

On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month of the twentieth year of Jin Wen: Li Xuan, the little son of King Xiang, killed eleven alien cultivators in the capital of the Northern Liang Kingdom and saved countless people.

The fourteenth day of the twentieth year of Jin Wen: Li Xuan, the son of King Xiang, attracted the vision of heaven and thunder with his own strength, and died with Emperor Wen who was a foreign race, Jingping rivers and mountains, and created a prosperous era.

"Without Xiao Shizi, maybe we would have died by now......"

"In this battle, how many heroic souls died in the Xiang army, and how many loyal souls fell asleep forever. ”

Today's people, almost with their most quintessential wishes, are praying and thanking Li Xuan, the little son of King Xiang.

With the news of the complete death of the Drifting Rain Sword, it spread among the divine graces, and the Wanjian Sect and the Hehuan Sect also terminated the next move of the Xiangjing.

Since everyone is already dead, why bother to trek through mountains and rivers in vain.

To everyone's expectation, at the first time of the founding of Daxiang, Emperor Wu of Northern Liang personally led his ministers to come.

Each of them paid homage to the bronze statues of Li Zhu and Li Xuan with great respect.

Although the two countries were enemies, Emperor Liang knew in his heart:

In the capital of Beiliang that day, if it weren't for Li Xuan and others to turn the tide, I am afraid that today's Beiliang would have already been ruined by Tianxingzi.

Li Xuan's move to get rid of the alien calamity was undoubtedly to save countless innocent people. This kind of virtuous merit made them have a real longing for Li Xuan from the bottom of their hearts.

On the contrary, South Vietnam did not show any attitude towards this matter. fantasy

After the earth-shattering battle in the capital that night, because of Li Xuan's death, the one who suffered the most and the most sorrow was undoubtedly Jiang Baihe.

After all, if it weren't for Li Xuan in his previous life, Jiang Baihe would have died a long time ago. The deep bonds between master and apprentice kept him awake all day long.

It seems that every day, except for looking for Li Xuan's traces and cultivating spiritual power, there is nothing else that he can care about.

In the first three months, Jiang Baihe did not give up the search for Li Xuan's body every day. But he searched for thousands of miles, digging up almost every inch of the dirt outside the city, but after all, he found nothing.

After that, Jiang Baihe, who finally believed the fact that Li Xuan was dead, left with the frost and snow in despair. This time, the two of them went to the Forgotten Dust Sword Village, just to send the last thing entrusted by Li Xuan to Nan Xiangyan.

After all, in Jiang Baihe's thoughts, this was also his master's last wish.

Looking at the figures of Jiang Baihe and Frost and Snow leaving gloomily, Lu Ziyi's eyes were red.

Yun Qingfeng's lips on the side also muttered for a long time before he arched his hand:

Treasure......

In June of the first year of Jianxiang, winter went to spring, and midsummer has arrived.

In half a year, although many cities have been rebuilt in an orderly manner, the scars of the past, even if they are long, are difficult to smooth out.

The experience of the battle in the night sky of the capital is stored in the hearts of many people.

The traces of many cities being burned and looted by the Jin army are also deeply engraved in the minds of the people.

However, when the true peaceful and prosperous times came, there was some heaviness in everyone's hearts.

After all, none of the relatives who have died, the comrades who died on the battlefield, or the friends who were affected by the war will not come back from the dead......

In September of the first year of Jianxiang, sycamore leaves were sprinkled all over the capital. The cold hit, and the bleak autumn wind blew in the world, making people's hearts chill.

Looking at the bleak autumn rain outside the hall, Lu Ziyi's heart continued to surge with extreme grief and indignation.

As the commander of the Xiang army, not only did he not save the life of King Xiang before, but even in the previous decisive battle in the capital, he could only watch Xiao Shizi die.

Even if Li Xuan has been praised as a hero by the world and is firmly remembered, what can he do?

Although nine months have passed, this feeling of self-blame does not show the slightest sign of abating.

There was endless bitterness in Lu Ziyi's eyes, staring at the autumn rain outside the window in a daze, slowly coming out of her mind.

If Xiao Shizi was still alive, how good would it be......