Leo Xiao's Crimson Destiny Chapter 1

In the twenty-first year of the Qi Dynasty, frost fell.

A group of knights galloped on the official road. Both the men and the horses were exhausted. Suddenly, the young knight at the head shouted: "The boundary monument has arrived!"

I saw a stone tablet standing on the roadside not far away, more than ten feet high, with a line of blood-stained characters written in a flamboyant style, which was very murderous: Chiyuan, no living creature allowed, and anyone who trespasses will be ground to dust.

In front of the stele, a middle-aged general and a row of guards were waiting for them. The guards were lined up in armor and swords. When they saw the visitor, they all knelt down and said, "His Royal Highness."

"U---"

The young knight at the head jumped off his horse and ran too fast, staggering. The general quickly stepped forward to help him: "Your Highness, be careful."

"It's okay." The young man waved his hand and asked, "Where is my uncle?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone calling his nickname not far away: "Leo Xiao, come here."

The person who made the sound was a man in Xuanyi, with his back to everyone, standing alone on the other side of the boundary monument. The young prince glanced at the bloody words on the boundary monument, then rushed through without fear of a tiger, and trotted to the Xuanyi The man knelt down in front of him: "My son..."

The man in black clothes stretched out his hand and gently pulled the prince up: "No need."

This man's face was too young. Standing with the young man next to him, he looked more like an elder brother than an uncle or nephew. No one could have imagined that he was actually Qi Zheng Emperor Aiden Sheng, who had been in power for twenty-one years.

He has sword-shaped eyebrows, the eyebrows are not obvious, they fly into the temples, but the corners of his eyes are slightly drooped, which means he is a bit gentle and affectionate. He is full of energy and very amiable. He has a handsome and upright appearance.

Emperor Qi Zheng patted the young prince on the shoulder and said warmly: "Are you afraid to come with me for a walk?"

The prince said, "I am not afraid. When my uncle was young, he pacified Chiyuan, suppressed evil spirits, killed millions of ghost soldiers, and restored our country. Even if I am not even one hundred or one twentieth of your ability, I dare not be afraid and tarnish your reputation."

"What a prestigious name, a terrible one." Emperor Qi Zheng smiled and walked forward slowly, "You are not afraid, but I am very afraid. I have not dared to come back for twenty years."

The prince hurriedly followed, somewhat puzzled, unable to understand his fear, nor why he used the word "return": "Uncle..."

"Sh ...

The prince listened blankly for a moment and couldn't help but muttered: "Listen...what are you listening to? There is nothing."

Emperor Qi Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, there is nothing left."

The prince was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the legend he had heard when he was young. It was said that the Red Abyss Sea of   Fire contained the resentful souls of millions of people who died in battle. Their resentment was so great that strong winds blew all year round on both sides of the Grand Canyon, and the canyon whistled incessantly. People standing outside the boundary marker could hear screams and cries coming from there day after day.

However, at this time, everything was extremely quiet. He walked around the boundary markers without incident, and heard nothing except his and his uncle's footsteps.

The prince thought to himself: "Folk legends really can't be trusted completely?"

After entering the boundary marker and walking only a hundred meters ahead, he could already feel the heat coming towards him. It was already late autumn according to the solar terms, and the prince was only wearing a thin jacket, but sweat was still pouring out of his forehead. He secretly glanced at his uncle and resisted wiping it off.

They said that Emperor Qi Zheng was ruthless and cruel, a moody lunatic. He was born in a pool of blood of his father and brother, and his birth was ominous. They also said that he killed his mother, killed his master, burned books, banned speech, cultivated sycophants, resorted to militarism, and harmed loyal people.

But in the young prince's heart, this is his only relative.

No matter what happened, this man was always gentle and calm. He was never seen speaking harshly or being disheveled. The prince has looked up to this uncle since he was a child. Now that he has grown up, he can draw the heaviest bow. He is also a supervisor and is still following his back.

When the two of them crossed the boundary marker for more than a mile, Aiden Sheng stopped. The surroundings were filled with the smell of sulfur. The little prince was already out of breath, and he held on and refused to show it.

"Okay, that's it for this year." Aiden Sheng turned around, pulled out the sword from the prince, and thrust it into the ground, "If you go any further, you won't be able to bear it anymore."

"...This year?"

"You can come and take a look every year from now on. If my estimate is correct, this sword should be able to push forward five miles every year. In less than ten years, the fire in Chiyuan will be completely extinguished. By then you can use Qingping Division 'Send someone to stay there --- As for the boundary marker that scares people, just smash it."

The prince was stunned and vaguely heard something else from his words.

Emperor Qi Zheng had already expressed his intention to abdicate as early as a year ago. During his two tours, he asked the prince to supervise the country, suppressed all parties at the same time, and paved the way for future generations in an orderly manner.

But when the day came, the young prince was still in a panic and didn't know what to do.

"I have already taught you what I need to teach you." Aiden Sheng said calmly, "Felix Zhang and Lucas Kong are available. Oliver Zhao is still in prison and is unjust. When you go back, remember to release him and give him to the Zhao family." Rehabilitate. If you don't want to say bad things about me in the future, just push Gavin Yang out. That kid is not a good guy. He has been very fat over the years. He should be released next year. He is a new year's product I raised for you. "

He paused for a moment, as if recalling if there was anything he had missed. The prince knelt down with a plop: "My uncle is in his prime..."

Aiden Sheng smiled: "Why, are you going to let me work until I'm old, or do you want me to be buried in peace? Your uncle has been worried about me for half his life, so he must feel sorry for me - the edict of the Zen position, Felix Zhang and Feng I will keep a copy of each in Chun's hands. Old Feng will lead a forbidden army to escort you back to Beijing. He was your father's best friend during his lifetime and will protect you. Don't be afraid."

The prince's eyes were red.

Aiden Sheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking in the direction of Chi Yuan, and gently touched his forehead: "Do you still remember your biological parents?"

"My son, I dare not forget it for a day."

"That's good." Aiden Sheng nodded, "You have grown up and know your own way. Go ahead. Staying here for a long time will harm your health."

"What about you?"

"The capital is very depressing, and I don't want to go back." Aiden Sheng said, "I...well, I'll just guard Chiyuan for you. If you have time later, you can come and see me."

The prince calmed down for a moment, then thought of something again, frowned and said: "But the area near Chiyuan is very desolate, and there is no palace..."

"I have plans." Aiden Sheng interrupted him, pulled him up, gently pushed him, and urged, "Let's go, there are old friends of mine in Chiyuan, I'll talk to him, you guys are too noisy."

The prince did not dare to disobey the emperor's order and walked back, looking back every few steps. When he reached the boundary marker, he could not help but look back at the man and saw him sitting on the ground in front of his sword.

At that moment, the prince suddenly had a premonition in his heart that this was the last time he saw this figure.

Then he felt that his idea was inexplicable. Emperor Qi Zheng had great foresight. Since he said "there are arrangements", he must have built a palace nearby. He must be diligent in the future, try his best to let the emperor's uncle have no worries, and be diligent in greeting him during the holidays. A little is considered filial.

With this thought in mind, the prince knelt in front of the boundary monument, meticulously bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the back of the man in black clothes, and then rushed towards his destiny.

After seeing off the prince and others, night had fallen. All the guards were sent away, and only one guard was left. The guard came behind Aiden Sheng, knelt down and curled up his body. His armor fell off, and his robe fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, a palm-sized bird came out of his robe, and it quietly guarded its master.

"That's right," Aiden Sheng scratched its neck and took out a very thin gold thread from the bird's neck, "I forgot about you."

There are complex inscriptions flowing on the gold wire, as if growing on its neck. Aiden Sheng gently stretched out his hand and crushed it, and the gold wire suddenly shattered at his fingertips.

The bird let out a low roar from its throat, and then its body suddenly grew more than ten times larger. Its wings suddenly spread out, raising flames. It stretched its neck and howled, and the nebulae in the southern night sky stirred - this turned out to be a young Bifang!

Aiden Sheng stood up and sighed: "You don't have to monitor me anymore, we are both free."

Bi Fang stepped forward and gently took the corner of his clothes in his mouth.

Aiden Sheng looked down at it. When Bifang met his gaze, it shrank back instinctively, slowly loosened its teeth, and sat down stiffly.

"Be good." The man smiled, raised his hand and took off his crown, and the long hair tied on the top of his head suddenly fell down. He waved his hand and turned around and walked in the direction of Chiyuan.

The Red Abyss is cracked for thousands of miles, violent fire and magma are rolling underground, and not a single blade of grass grows on either side of the bank. When they reached the edge of the cliff, the man's robe sleeves and boots were burnt to a crisp.

The mask-like gentleness and calmness on his face cracked, revealing a faint hint of pleasure and madness.

It's better to be a mortal.

The life of a mortal is only a moment, with decades of suffering and decades of joy. The pain that the physical body can feel is always limited. Often, before one feels the pain, they are already liberated.

Aiden Sheng stood on the edge of the cliff, thinking: "I might have to suffer a little."

Bi Fang, who was guarding the sword, let out a shrill scream, and the man jumped into the sea of   fire under the abyss.

The hot wind that hit my face was like fire, and the rolled skin was quickly burned into charcoal. Starting from the hair and skin, it was burned layer by layer until it reached the bones. The blood began to boil, and the blood vessels burst in the body, exploding through it. His skin and flesh were burnt, and all the meridians around his body were cut off. He coughed up a mouthful of ash, and he didn't know whether it was from his heart or lungs.

Immediately afterwards, he crashed into the earth's fire magma. There was a hard shell on the surface of the magma, but his body was too strong. When he fell from the cliff thousands of feet high, it didn't break into pieces. The broken backbone was shattered. Folded in half, the flames rose high, like a flag, the earthly fire that melted into gold and jade opened its mouth, swallowed him in one mouthful, and then exploded, spraying him back into the air.

So far, he is still not dead.

If a person can lively experience a setback and ashes, then all the so-called "unforgettable things" in the world will become ashes floating on the stone.

Under such repeated torture, the ins and outs of his life, joys and sorrows, were all boiled and refined by the fire along with his melted mind, until... he gradually forgot who he was, and was disturbed by the magma. Only then did he calm down again, and his stumps that couldn't be burned off slowly sank.

Finally, it's over.

Emperor Wu of Qi Aiden Sheng was the son of Emperor Ping.

Emperor Ping was killed by the demon clan, died in battle with Chiyuan, and survived, and Xiaodai became emperor. He had a rough and turbulent childhood, but at the age of twenty-three, he killed the demon king at the foot of Yong'an City, changed his reign and established a righteous government, restored the country to a level territory, was as powerful as the Five Emperors, was cruel and murderous, and reversed the principles of justice. In the twenty-first year of his reign, he committed suicide in the fire of Chiyuan, leaving no trace of his body.

In another ten years, the fire was extinguished and Chiyuan was leveled. Emperor Wen cut down the boundary monument and erected the mausoleum of Emperor Wu.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, vast forests have grown out of the ashes of Chiyuan.

The virgin forest of Chiyuan Grand Canyon has become a scenic spot.

Buzz---

what sound?

There are vague and unsettling murmurs coming from the depths of the earth, getting louder and closer.

very noisy...

His consciousness was forcibly awakened by those noisy noises. His perception betrayed his will. His senses, which had been silent for a thousand years, stretched out their tentacles greedily, sucking in every vivid detail around him crazily. The whole noisy world came to him involuntarily. , flowing into the sea of     consciousness along with his six senses - the touch of mud, the smell of soil, the sound of wind, falling leaves, footsteps, human voices...

Human voice?

He thought in confusion: "Why is there anyone here?"

This doubt flashed away, and then more questions emerged as his consciousness recovered: "Why shouldn't there be anyone here? Where is this place? I...I am..."

who I am?

He felt his body and struggled tentatively. There was a crisp "pop" sound in his ears. The wind passed over his forehead. He suddenly opened his eyes and was shaken out by the long-awaited sunshine. Tears, and then found himself lying in the debris of a coffin...

"Oh," he pondered for a moment in the coffin residue and calmly concluded, "I may have faked the corpse."