Imperial capital, stargazing platform.

Han Xing stood at the top of the place, looking at the starry sky, he was destined to be here since he saw the idol crying blood.

He is now the stargazer recommended by Chengtianguan, that is, the first person under the stargazing platform.

As usual, he carefully compared the star map in his hand, looked at the stars in the sky, and then he saw a blood-red patch.

In the sky, Taiyin Star was covered with a thick layer of blood red, and Han Xing's face also turned bloody, and he heard the exclamations of the people below, but he didn't say anything, but was even more nervous about the reason for this incident.

Then he saw it.

The calamity star glows brightly in the sky, and next to the glow, the demon star Rahu slowly dims.

"What's going on?" Han Xing was a little flustered, lowered his head, and hurriedly flipped through the star map in his hand, trying to find a note or record about this matter—but no.

Han Xing's hand trembled slightly.

A pair of old hands held Han Xing's hand, warm and kind.

Han Xing looked at the man.

The shabby robe, the old face, and the thick eyebrows as if they were brushed by a brush.

"Uncle Shi," Han Xing owes his body, his heart is a lot more settled, in his opinion, this old man is the soul of the entire stargazing platform, he is the beam, as long as he is there, nothing will happen.

Han Xing has not been here for a long time, but this thought has been deeply rooted in Han Xing's heart.

The old man smiled at Han Xing and said, "Don't be nervous. “

Looking up at the glowing confusion, he said, "No matter how powerful the evil star is, it's just a stone." “

......

Bishan, the western foothills.

The empire had three thousand elite troops stationed here.

If you look at it from above, the tents of these sergeants are tied up into a strange graphic symbol, which seems to be messy, but in fact orderly.

And the one who commanded these people was a young general, his name was Xiahou Chun.

Xiahou Chun, who can stop children crying at night.

Two hundred iron horsemen stepped through the Rising Sun Town, and the horses stepped on the Rising Sun first-class prince's mansion, slaughtering the killing star Xiahou Chun of the entire three cities.

This Xiahou general wore a ponytail, did not wear a helmet, and the heavy Mingguang armor wore on him as if there was nothing.

It's just that now General Xiahou's face can't help but be a little dignified, he looked at the altar in front of him, the altar is still so simple, the earthen platform, square, but the sword hanging in the air on the platform is now chanting, smooth and flat surface, the blood is condensing, dripping, and falling into the big porcelain bowl underneath.

The big porcelain bowl already had a small half bowl of red liquid in it.

The gusts of demonic wind blew the flags around the earthen platform and made the bodies of the assembled soldiers chill.

General Xiahou stood in front of him with a long knife, looking at the somewhat panicked Dragon Seeker in front of him, a little unhappy.

Because he talked for a long time and still didn't explain why this happened.

General Xiahou is not a very patient person, or at least, he has little patience with the dragon seeker in front of him.

So he turned the hilt of the knife and asked, "You'd better be simple, huh?"

The last sentence was upscaled, like a rhetorical question.

When the adjutant saw General Xiahou turn the hilt of his sword, he knew that he wanted to kill.

The Dragon Seeker didn't know that his death was approaching, but he was very unhappy to see this famous general, so he immediately omitted the process in one breath and directly said the conclusion.

"There's something down there that wants to rush out. “

General Xiahou tilted his head and said, "That's it." “

The hand was down.

The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief.

The thunder exploded, and General Xiahou suddenly seemed to be carrying this thunder, and he actually jumped into the huge abyss in front of him in one fell swoop.

It turned out that they were actually assembled at the mouth of the abyss—if Chen Yuanyuan could see it, he would find that this abyss was actually the abyss where the blood of white bones spewed out from Qian Daoren's brain.

"Your Excellency!" the lieutenant's voice was like a duck pinched by the neck.

The Dragon Seeker was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

The voice of General Xiahou came from under the abyss, far away, ethereal.

"Archery!"

Three thousand elites, raised angles, drew bows, and one of them stepped out of the crowd, glanced at the deputy general, and stretched out his palm.

"Ready!"

"Put!"

There was a humming sound, as if the air was evacuated for a moment, and it seemed to pluck the strings in unison.

For a time, the heavens and the earth descended this voice.

......

A huge giant chariot walked slowly on the grassland, hundreds of men with scimitars on their waists, jade, opal and other precious stones on them, wearing robes that are not common in the rising sun, guarding this giant chariot.

Twenty-three strong yaks were pulling the chariots, and although they were strong, the chariots were so heavy that the ruts were carved deep into the ground, so they walked slowly.

From the morning to the present.

Walk over to the blood-colored light shining on the giant chariot.

Sitting in front of the car was a bearded man with his hands tucked into his sleeves, who seemed to be sleeping, but when the fireflies brightened, he woke up.

Looking at him blankly, he reached out and took out his wine bag, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

The drink ran down the corners of his mouth.

Wet his thick beard.

A pair of hands lifted the curtain, and an old man stepped out.

His face was painted with oil paint, and he wore a wreath-woven wreath of flowers with feathers on it.

He was very thin, and there was skin left on his hands, and he was very thin, and when the wind blew, it seemed that he could float away.

But it was such a person, and when he came out, the giant chariot stopped.

The yaks stopped without being driven or ordered by anyone.

All the Guardians stopped.

I don't know who knelt down first, but everyone knelt down, reverently slammed their heads on the ground, and kissed the dirt.

Except for that beard.

But the old man didn't look at them.

He looked at the heavenly glow, as if he was nostalgic for something, and then began to laugh.

It's been a long time since I've seen him smile, thinking with a beard.

The old man, one of the most honorable old men of the Rising Sun Dynasty, stretched out his hand and motioned for the bearded man to give him the wine bag.

The beard reluctantly handed it over, but the old man ignored him, and poured all the wine on the ground under the praising eyes of the beard.

"Old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

"Take this wine and pay homage. “

After speaking, he returned the wine bag to the bearded man, and said, "Stop in front and enter the royal city tomorrow." “

The crowd stopped, their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Half a mile ahead, the lights were dim, groups of cavalry were gathering, and groups of powerful warriors were preparing.

They looked at the giant chariot with complicated expressions, polishing the knives in their hands.

The emperor of the Rising Sun Divine Dynasty, that Murong Cai, the emperor who signed a peace agreement with Cao Guo, was standing at the top of the royal city, with his hands behind his back, looking at the brightly lit suburbs and the luxurious giants.