Bo Qingbo - a name that has never appeared in any books. Among the hundreds of millions of people in the Central Plains, only a few people know him. However, these few people are unwilling to talk about this person. Some people are out of sympathy. Sir, some people are motivated by selective forgetting of terrible memories.
"Don't crowd around here, let's talk in the house..."
After that, Wen Junchen ignored the people with different expressions and turned around and walked towards the school.
"Let's go." Ji Yang patted the two people who were still in shock, and then they got up and followed Wen Junchen to the house.
After a while, everyone arrived at the house. After sitting down, they found that Qilang had disappeared.
"Master, seventh uncle, he..."
"Let him be."
Yingping turned to look at Ji Yangyu, and saw Ji Yangyu nodded towards him, indicating that he should listen to Wen Junchen.
"Second senior brother, didn't you say before... that our senior brother died young and told us not to mention him in front of the teacher, lest the teacher miss his beloved disciple?"
"Of course I lied to you."
"Elder brother... why did you break into Wei Palace at night? Why did you commit such a heinous crime?"
"Unfortunate fate...the one I loved died in the Wei Palace...No one can bear this pain."
"He is... seeking revenge...?"
Wen Junchen sighed heavily, with a look of disappointment on his face. He said slowly: "Bo Qingbo is also a pitiful man. His beloved hanged himself in the Wei Palace, so he poured out all his endless anger on him. The Lord of the Wei Palace. Originally, he went to the Wei Palace just to have a break with the Emperor of Wei, but the 'brilliant sword technique' he practiced would not only destroy people's meridians, but also gnaw at their minds. In normal times, he would still He could control himself, but he suffered the pain of losing his lover that night. He fought against the masters of the Wei Palace for several hours, killing countless guards... Blood splattered with murderous intent, and he was gradually swallowed up by the swordsmanship, and even... ...He even became addicted to bloodthirsty! As a result, he lost all his mind later on and killed everyone he saw. Whether it was the palace maids, eunuchs or the Imperial Guards who came to rescue them, they were all killed by his sword."
"Why did the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty have a hard time with the eldest brother...could it be that...the eldest brother's sweetheart...is from the palace of the Great Wei Dynasty?"
"Bo Qingbo is a good person among people. How can the person he likes be mediocre?"
"Then this woman is..."
"She is the youngest sister of the old King of Wei, the apple of the entire Wei Palace - 'Princess Xinyang'."
Princess Xinyang is the youngest daughter of Emperor Jing, the father of King Wei. Emperor Zhao had a daughter in his old age and doted on his young daughter very much. Princess Xinyang has been extremely intelligent since she was a child and has been favored by her father. Her royal brothers are also obedient to her, so naturally there are no taboos in the Wei Palace, and the entire palace regards her as a treasure. Princess Xinyang once secretly ran out of the palace to play, and it was that time that Bo Qingbo and Princess Xinyang met. Both of them were the darlings of God, and they were both one-in-a-million people. It was also a heaven-made opportunity. Falling in love naturally comes naturally.
"Then why doesn't the Great Wei let the two get married? Is the master's first disciple not worthy of his Great Wei's princess?"
"Oh, fate plays tricks on people, fate plays tricks on people!" Wen Junchen let out a long sigh, as if he was still feeling sorry for this match made in heaven. He shook his head helplessly and said: "Not to mention the teacher's disciple, even if he is just an ordinary person... Not to mention an ordinary person, even if he is a beggar, as long as he is someone Xinyang likes, Emperor Zhao will not stop him, but... "
Ye Changshan and Yingping looked at each other, puzzled by Wen Junchen's words. Even beggars can marry, so who else can't marry?
"Kebo Qingbo...is a barbarian"
"What!? The master actually accepted a barbarian as his disciple?" Yingping suddenly cried out. His identity as the master's first disciple was unacceptable to him.
"Wei, as the largest country in the Central Plains, guards the Tianmen Pass with the Tang Dynasty. If Princess Xinyang marries a barbarian, how will the Central Plains countries feel? What will the Central Plains people say?"
Faced with such a pointed question, the two were speechless.
"What a staunch woman Princess Xinyang is? Seeing that her royal brother was obstructing her in every possible way, she hung herself up and died to clarify her ambition. When Bo Qingbo heard the news, he was so heartbroken that the tragedy that followed happened."
The loved ones are separated forever and cannot meet each other forever... Such pain is unacceptable even when I think about it. No wonder the senior brother made such a choice...
Ye Changshan tried to put his feelings into the senior brother's situation at that time. Unknowingly, he found a white figure always appearing in front of him, sometimes smiling and sometimes angry. Ye Changshan shook his head quickly and tried his best to get the figure out of his mind.
"So senior brother...what happened next."
"The teacher cut off all the meridians of Bo Qingbo's body with one palm, dispelling all his cultivation, and expelled him from the teacher's sect, banishing him to the outside of Tianmen Pass, which can be regarded as an explanation to the entire Central Plains. Although Bo Qingbo is a barbarian, he has been in the world since he was a child. Growing up in the Central Plains, after being expelled from the Central Plains, I'm afraid... it will be a disaster."
Can't barbarians and people from the Central Plains get married? Although that man was a barbarian, he had not done anything harmful to nature before. If Emperor Wei hadn't beaten the mandarin ducks with a stick, how could such a tragedy have happened? Whose fault is this? Emperor Wei? Senior brother? Princess Xinyang? Or...teacher...?
Ye Changshan felt very sad. He felt sad for his senior brother, felt sad for Princess Xinyang, and felt sad for those who lost their lives for no reason in the "Midnight Disaster". An unprecedented sense of depression filled my heart, and a kind of 'not good' filled my heart...
"Second senior brother... Then have you met the eldest brother..."
"This person has passed away, and the past is like smoke. Let the past go by..."
Wen Junchen shook his head, and then he said slowly: "Remember! His name is Bo Qingbo, not 'elder brother'! Don't mention what happened today again, especially in front of the teacher! You two must remember, remember!" "
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A weak figure appeared in front of him - a dirty face, unwilling eyes, and the 'clothes' as thin as a piece of cloth...
Winter has entered Tianmen Pass, and every household has already stored food for the winter. The people in the pass no longer hire hard laborers. These barbarians who were born with "low status" are homeless because they can't find any family to take them in at this time. . In fact, even when the weather is good, they spend the same effort but get very little wages, not even half of those in the Central Plains. But they still have no complaints, for fear that they will be kicked out by the people in the pass if they are dissatisfied at all. go out.
He knelt down and his eyes were level with this weak figure. Barbarians...are they born like this?
Are what I have done in this life to protect the Central Plains, or to protect life?
This question seems too big for someone like him, even beyond his cognition. He took out a pack of pancakes from his arms and handed it to the young figure in front of him.
The weak figure looked at the bag of cakes with some hesitation, his eyes full of longing, and then looked at the person in front of him. His eyes were full of confusion - he was knocking on the door from door to door, praying for a good person to give him a bite of food, but no one opened the door, and there was not even a reply. And this person just glanced at him and said Pass the food to yourself.
The weak figure suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the extremely wide palm in front of him, put his nose forward and sniffed, then swallowed hard, and then 'snatched' the pancake from the giant palm. .
He originally thought that the figure in front of him would wolf down the pancakes, but he didn't expect that the child would stuff the pancakes into his arms, turn around and run away in a hurry, without even leaving a word of thanks.
He felt very curious, so he followed the figure and walked over.
After turning several turns and crossing several streets, the weak figure finally stopped running. He walked up to a woman, took the pancake out of his arms, and handed it to the woman's mouth. The woman was lying on the cold ground, looking at the pancakes in front of her. She opened her lips weakly a few times, but she had no strength to reach out and grab the pancakes in front of her.
He walked forward and knelt down, placing his hand on the woman's pulse.
The young figure seemed to know what this meant. He raised his head and looked at him. At this time, the unwillingness and resentment in his eyes were no longer there, and the only thing left was pleading.
The woman's pulse became weaker and weaker, until finally it disappeared completely.
He put down the woman's hand and shook his head at the weak figure.
But the weak figure still didn't want to believe the facts in front of him, and stubbornly handed the cake forward.
"Mom! You eat! I begged for food -"
The weak figure screamed hysterically at first, and then became a little anxious. It seemed that he believed that the woman in front of him had died. The figure shook the woman's arm crazily, but it still didn't help.
He found some branches and leaves, cremated the woman's body, and buried the ashes at the edge of an inconspicuous grove.
After a simple process, he asked the weak figure where he would go in the future, but did not receive any answer.
So, he got up and left, heading towards an unknown destination again... But what surprised him was that from then on, no matter how far he went or where he went, whenever he looked back, he could find that The weak figure followed behind him.
He laughed inexplicably because he felt so amused. He didn't chase the 'little shadow' away or talk to it. He just gave him a bite of what he had to eat and half of what he had to drink.
Until one day, after he activated the 'Breath of Heaven and Earth', the figure finally spoke -
"I want to learn."
"This thing is not easy to learn..."
"I don't think it's difficult-"
After that, he started to imitate him.
Something strange happened. This figure actually activated the 'breath of heaven and earth' around him so easily, which surprised him.
"How did you learn?"
"I've been feeling 'it' since I was little, even though I didn't know what 'it' was."
"Then what are you going to do with 'it' after you learn it?"
The figure pondered for a moment and said firmly: "Use 'it' to protect your loved ones."
This time, he smiled, and he smiled too...
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I woke up after dreaming here.
It turns out that what just happened was a dream - but why was the dream so real this time? It was as if he was immersed in the scene, almost making him believe that it was all true.
He could no longer remember how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night in recent years, and he couldn't even remember when he fell asleep tonight.
He lit the oil lamp again and found that the books he had not finished reading before falling asleep were scattered beside the bed. There were some dates marked on the books. The marks were not very clear under the dim light, but they only vaguely showed 'Jiwei early autumn'.
A gust of mountain breeze poured in from the window, and the firelight flickered. At this moment, he actually felt the slightest chill. Maybe it was because of the dream he had just had, or maybe it was the coolness, but it was only Yinshi at the moment, but he was not sleepy at all.
It has been twenty-five years... This is the first time in twenty-five years that I have dreamed of that person... After so many years, I have really become 'old', and that person should also have gray hair. Already? Of course, the premise is that if that person is still alive in the world...
He leaned against the bed, staring blankly at the dancing candles, unconsciously shrinking his legs.
'Jiwei early autumn'... 'Jiwei early autumn'...
Suddenly, the small words in the book flashed into his mind. Why did he mark these small words in the book? 'Ji Wei Year'... This year is the 'Gengzi Year', so this date was three years ago, right?
oh! Come to think of it - it's something very important! Counting the days, that thing should be finished soon and will be delivered soon.
That thing... what is that thing...? It seems quite important...
...
Yes, it's a gift, a gift for the youngest, but I can't remember exactly what it is...
...
Forget it, forget it if you can't remember it. Anyway, you will remember it when it is delivered to your hands...
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The candle seemed to burn weaker and weaker, and sleepiness reoccupied his brain. A few drops of saliva fell unconsciously, stained his gray beard, and dripped on the clean bedding, but he didn't notice these drops at all. Dirt.
After a while, he returned to sleep again.
Another gust of mountain wind blew out the remaining flames, leaving a wisp of smoke that filled the entire house.
[Finally Bo Qingbo is introduced, which can be regarded as taking back the beginning. I thought about these chapters for a long time, and finally decided to explain them clearly here.
At eight o'clock sharp, two bags, thank you for your support~~~~]
