Chapter 860: Solitary (Thanks to Xing Yu, leader Wuhen)
"My name is Gonggong, the human race is Shuizheng, hahaha, is your name Zhuanxu?"
‘Zhuanxu was chosen from the Great Sun’s will, and he was located in the Gaoyang clan, so he took the Great Sun’s will.’
'This sword is for you.'
The tall young man held a sword horizontally and handed it over: "I forged this sword myself."
'When the sun is high, it will inevitably cast shadows. Take this sword and kill all the 'shadows' that deceive the sun.'
The laughing young man in front of him disappeared and fell to the ground with his heart pierced.
And as proof of the great sun, the famous sword Huaying is in his hand, exuding an unknown blood color.
Zhuan Xu opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily and turning pale. The Tushan girl next to him was awakened and looked at Zhuan Xu cautiously. The boy raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Ah... it's A Lu, I had a nightmare.
, I actually dreamed that I killed him with the Shadow Sword given to me by Brother Gonggong."
Nulu looked at the young man mumbling to himself, but did not tease him as before. She just gently held the young Zhuanxu in her arms and pressed her forehead against the young man's black hair. Zhuanxu's murmuring voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his body trembled.
, turned into bursts of sobs.
"I killed him..."
"I killed him!"
"it's me……"
There was only pity in Nulu's eyes.
Gonggong and Xuanyuan left one by one, and no matter how painful Zhuanxu was in his heart, he could only collect his energy at this moment and deal with each thing again. Just as Gonggong said, he could not and could not do it again.
Childish.
Organizing government affairs, arranging pensions for the wounded, and revising many races.
After the war and disaster, there are still things that need to be dealt with one by one.
After the situation of the human race finally eased slightly and all the backlogged matters were resolved, Zhu Rong looked at Qin Se who was put away by Zhuan Xu and said such complicated words.
"The piano and the harp are already stained with dust."
When I was a boy, I couldn't put it down, and Shaohao was so angry that he threw it directly into the ravine of the East China Sea. Because he hadn't played it for so long, even the tune was no longer accurate, and the strings and body were covered with dust.
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"Zhuanxu, how do you want to settle the Gonggong tribe?"
The young man who had originally soft black hair tied up with a jade crown, revealing his forehead and sharp eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "If some of you are willing to stay here, then stay in the hinterland of the human race. If you are not willing, you want to leave."
, you can also..."
Zhu Rong said: "...So, what's the whole story?"
Zhuanxu closed his eyes and thought of the Gonggong tribe he had secretly seen. That night, they were still sleeping peacefully, waiting for Gonggong to return like a hero and take them home. There were also several children waiting for Gonggong.
Bedtime stories and comfort at work.
What awaited was news of Gonggong's rebellion and a cold corpse.
Zhuanxu didn't dare to look at them at all.
Now he said slowly: "I'll go and talk to them..."
Zhuanxu, you can no longer escape like before.
Gonggong's voice rang in the young man's ears, and he suddenly couldn't speak any more, as if he was choking in his throat. He was silent for a long time, holding the shadow-drawing sword, and then he opened his eyes and heard his answer.
, the voice is hollow and cold:
"...There are many people talking. As long as one person spreads the news, Brother Gonggong's death will be in vain, and they will also be in danger. They will be captured by the remnants of the Zhuolu Battle and used as a tool to intimidate the human race.
Pull out the soul."
"So, for their own good, and for the sake of the human race..."
"They can't know the truth."
Zhu Rong looked at his friend in front of him. His originally gloomy and loose hair had already been tied up, showing his deep eyebrows. Zhu Rong smiled complicatedly: "...You have really changed, but as a king, this
It’s a qualified change.”
"The zither has fallen into dust. Do you want to come back and play a song together?"
Zhuanxu happily agreed.
The two of them were just like when they were still in the Kingdom of Shaohao, sitting opposite each other playing the harp. The music was faint, one was like a bird flying south, and the other was like a deep valley. They originally met in the Kingdom of Shaohao when they were young. Over the past ten years, they have played the piano.
Friendship, Qinyin, you and I have already cooperated, but now we can no longer coordinate.
Zhuan Xu's hand trembled, and the strings of the guqin in his hand broke.
There was a noisy noise in the music, and Zhu Rong also stopped playing the guqin. He pressed the guqin in his hand and did not speak for a long time. Finally, he hung the guqin on the wall again and said: "...I have to leave too, Zhuanxu."
The handsome man said softly: "I told her that I wanted to see the Jade Dragon and Snow Mang in Kunlun, the vast waves of the South China Sea, and the vast wilderness to watch the stars rise and fall. Ten days and ten months go by endlessly. Now it's my turn to fulfill the promise.
It’s time.”
Zhuanxu's throat became tight.
Zhu Rong's smile faded and he said: "Even though it was not my intention, I lost her in the battle for the human race after all. I can't stay here anymore... But don't worry, don't worry... I will still help you maintain the world when I am outside.
Stablize."
"Until the next generation comes."
The aftertaste of the piano sound was still there, Zhu Rong took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said:
"The sound of the piano is deep and deep, but the heavens are in harmony and the righteous wind is moving."
"Goodbye, Zhuanxu, Shaohao's country is overseas, and there are many strange birds. I will use them to write to you... Once a year, spring comes to the north and returns to the south, and autumn comes to the south."
Zhu Rong bowed deeply, turned around and strode away. On this day, the autumn wind rose, and one or two beast chariots left the hinterland of the human race. Only the young man Zhuan Xu stood at the highest point of Xuanyuan Hill, with his palms pressed on the turning stone.
, watching the farewell of his teenage friend.
After that, we never saw him again.
It's just that the names changed with the change of kings, just like Emperor Yan used Huo as the name of his ministers, and Xuanyuan used Yun as the name of his ministers. Starting from Zhuanxu, the Xia officials of Yanhuang China were all for a long, long time.
With the name of [Zhu Rong].
Chongli was Zhuanxu who lived in the right position of fire. He was very effective and could bring light to the world. His life name was "Zhurong".
Zhu Rong's family used fire to transform, so later generations of fire officials thought of it as such.
————"Century of Emperors"
The extreme south extends from Beihusun beyond the country of Zhuanxu to the south to the wilderness of Weihuoyanfeng, where Zhurong is in charge, a distance of twelve thousand miles. --- "Huainanzi·Shi Zexun"
Zhu Rong gave birth to the prince Changqin, and it was in Qishan that he began to make music.
On the beast cart, the child with the flame pattern between his eyebrows cuddled next to his father and said, "Where are we going, Dad..."
Zhu Rong looked into the distance with a gentle tone:
"Go to many, many places. Your mother wants to go to the top of Kunlun to see the Jade Dragon Snow Mang, which is thousands of miles away."
"Look at all the waves of the East China Sea pouring into the endless gully."
"Go to the wilderness to watch the stars rise and set, and the ten and ten days will pass endlessly. Then go boating in the South China Sea to see the scenery and customs of overseas countries..."
The child murmured: "Mom, kiss her..."
"She just fell asleep." Zhu Rong didn't know how to explain such a thing to the child. He reached out and touched the child's hair and said, "Just following dad, wouldn't it be a bit boring?"
"No, it won't."
The child put his arms around Zhu Rong's neck and said, "I only have you, dad."
Zhu Rong held the child with one hand and held the reins with the other. He used his palms unconsciously to hold the child tighter. When he left Xuanyuan Qiu, he felt the same as when he came to Xuanyuan Qiu. He turned around and looked
When I glance at Xuanyuan Qiu, I seem to see the girl with a bright smile again.
'What shall we name our child?'
‘Changqin, right?’
The girl was angry at that time: 'I'm still talking about your piano.'
Wrong, wrong...
Zhu Rong murmured.
Willingness and long-lasting love.
It's called Changqin.
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The heroes of the Xuanyuan Tribe gathered here, including Ji Xuanyuan of the Xiong Tribe, Chi You of the Jiuli Tribe, Shennong and Xingyao of the Shennong Tribe of Jiangshui City, as well as Limu, Fenghou, Dahong, Cangjie, and many more.
People, they built this Xuanyuan place together.
And now, Xuanyuan Qiu has finally come to ruin.
Just like those heroes who dominated the world in those days, they all fell like grass and trees.
When Jiutian Xuannv came to Xuanyuan Qiu, she attended Ji Xuanyuan's funeral in the name of her master.
When he found Leizu, he saw a white-haired woman sitting under the flower tree that she had planted with her own hands in the past, where she used to drink and sing. Her white hair was hanging down, like a blooming flower.
flowers, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom as before, just like the flames that burn through the darkness and break the dawn in the hearts of young heroes.
Jiutian Xuannv looked at the white-haired woman quietly, no longer having any past grudges.
"Ji Xuanyuan...is also dead."
"This world is too lonely, Nv Le, please come with me... to Kunlun Mountain."
"At least, you can still be alive."
"No need..."
The faint sound of the cave flute stopped, and the woman with white hair and red eyes smiled quietly and said: "I was born here, grew up here, and I should finish my last journey here."
"Xuan Nu, do you want to come and have a drink?"
"You were also here back then, drinking with us."
"There is also wine brewed by Du Kang himself."
Xuannv sat down next to Leizu. When she raised her head, she could still see that the flower of the peach blossom tree was like a bright flame. The wind blew by, the petals fell down, and fell into the wine. Leizu gently
The distant war song is played, but it has a soft flavor.
Xuannv closed her eyes, as if she could still see the familiar faces next to her.
After finishing the glass of wine, the sky was getting dark. When she stood up to say goodbye, she did not reply. As she walked away, she looked back and saw the flower trees under the setting sun, becoming more and more brilliant like blazing flames. Under the flower trees, a white-haired woman
He just lowered his eyes and played the flute.
The petals were scattered on the tips of her temples and hair, as gorgeous and youthful as before.
Xuanyuan Huangdi, Yulong Feitian.
Leizu, the wife of the Yellow Emperor, was born in Leizu Mountain in this city and died in Hengyang Road.
He was ordered to be buried at the "Head of Canglong".
The tablets still exist.
————“Preface to the Stele for the Repair of Leixuan Palace”·Tang Dynasty.
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"Hahaha, Gonggong hit Mount Buzhou, causing the earth to collapse."
"What a heinous crime this is. Fortunately, His Majesty the Human Emperor, you personally killed him. This sacrifice is a congratulation to the Human Emperor and to heaven and earth!"
When Zhuanxu actually succeeded to the throne of the Human Emperor, gods from many races and even gods came to congratulate him. Some of them were just for coping, but many others were sincere - sincere thanks.
Watching the young Human Emperor personally kill Gong Gong, he sincerely thanked him for solving the culprit of the collapse of the sky.
Nulu turned around and saw Zhuanxu facing them with a smile.
His eyes were cold and distant.
His twentieth birthday had just passed, and Zhuanxu, who was twenty years old, raised his eyes and looked at the countless ethnic groups, as if there were familiar figures around him, including Ji Xuanyuan, Lei Zu, the bloody Taoist, Zhu Rong, and his own hands.
Gonggong died in his hands.
So he cut off his past immaturity and dealt with the matters before him maturely and peacefully.
"By the way, these two are the talents I discovered outside. I brought them here to present them to His Majesty!"
When I was very drunk, a leader of a big tribe brought two tall young men.
They knelt down and saluted with some dissatisfaction.
"It's heavier!"
"In Xia Li!"
"I would like to be driven by Your Majesty!"
Zhuan Xu's eyes were dark, and he had already guessed the identity of these people, which was normal. Although the human race avoided the catastrophe of genocide, they defeated the coalition forces of Zhuo Qi and the remnants of the Zhuolu Battle. Xuanyuan Huangdi defeated the impact of the Heaven Collapse, and the human race
His luck skyrocketed.
But now, the human race is extremely short of strong people.
Of course, there were too many people who wanted to interfere. Zhuanxu dealt with them calmly, facing the opponents who wanted to annex the human race one by one. At night, he drank alone with a cup of wine. The night was quiet, and he was wearing the clothes of an emperor and wearing a
Yes, it’s still the [Painting] sword.
"Brother Gonggong... Chongli, I'm afraid he is one of the wild gods who want to set foot in the human world."
"The Emperor of Heaven is aloof and just follows the natural development of all things and watches with cold eyes."
"These gods all want to replace me and devour my human race. Now I am the only one left. Will I lose... If I lose, I will definitely die, right?"
The young man wore a dark robe and stared at the starry sky for a long time.
Finally, he poured out the bloody liquor and said to the air:
"But I won't lose."
"I won't die so soon."
"If I die, no one in this world will remember you..."
"So the lonely king must win no matter what."
Gonggong's human body is dead, and his true spirit has left. He will eventually wake up one day and transform into one of the top ten pinnacles. But, when he was young, he held Zhuanxu in his arms and took him with him.
The human race that is moving forward will never be resurrected again.
Zhuanxu never saw Gonggong again.
Gonggong's tribe, corpses, and tombstones.
It seemed as if he was going to be crushed along with this name and completely disappear from his world.
He put down his wine cup, turned around, and stepped into the deep palace under the moonlight.
According to "Historical Records" and "Historical Records·Collected Commentary": Emperor Zhuanxu Gaoyang was the grandson of the Yellow Emperor and the son of Changyi. Jingyuan was responsible for planning and dredging up affairs; raising materials was assigned to the land; setting the time was like the sky; carrying forward Yanhuang
, followed by Yao and Shun.
He reigned for seventy-eight years and died at the age of ninety-eight.
He ruled the world with water virtue and died as the emperor of water virtue in the north.
History always describes each other's feelings with restraint.
PS: Second update today…………
Thank you, Xingyu, leader of Wuhen Alliance, thank you.