When he stepped into the threshold of the Forbidden Palace, Qin Jue felt a faint breath of death.
This smell is similar to the smell of rotten wood, slightly pungent, and more of a thick air, making people feel panicked.
Qin Jue turned his head and looked around. On the tea table made of red sandalwood, there was a stick of ambergris that could calm the mind. Pale white smoke floated up, disappeared around the beams, and disappeared without a trace.
Under the fragrant mist, an old man who looked like a withered bone slowly raised his tired eyes.
is first.
Ever since he defeated Bingchuan in the Hall of Supreme Harmony last time and cured the dirt in the heart of the first old man, the old man's body has recovered, but then he retired directly, allowing Mr. Wang to take over the top power.
"coming?"
The leader coughed suddenly, smiled and waved his hand: "Come here."
Qin Jue silently walked up to the leader. The two circles of blood lines on his face exuded a faint blood mist. A pair of bloody eyes scanned the leader's body, trying to find out the source of the leader's illness.
However, the first old man smiled.
"Don't look at it, it's all normal."
Qin Jue squatted down and asked in a low voice: "Because of the passing of fire, the old and the new change, right?"
The leader smiled, tremblingly stretched out his withered palm, and gently touched Qin Jue's head. He just barely touched it, and then he no longer had the strength to lift it up and let it droop down Qin Jue's head.
"I didn't...misjudge you."
"Daxia didn't...misjudge you either."
"Yes...the passing of fire."
Speaking of this, the leader suddenly looked serious, trembling and trying to get up.
Qin Jue stretched out his hand to help but was rejected.
"call!"
The leader slowly stood up and sat upright, staring at Qin Jue with tired but serious eyes.
Qin Jue seemed to realize something and straightened up, looking at the first person seriously.
"When I was thirteen years old, I followed my father and fellow villagers to the battlefield of the National War."
The first old man spoke slowly but firmly.
“You don’t become an old man in this country until you are thirty.”
"When I was fifty years old, I heard the ancient call and became the successor of this land and the host of civilization. Only then did I realize that the real Daxia was once so glorious."
"We have been talking about revival, and people think it is about reviving the style of the Xia Dynasty in the era of Qin Emperor, Han Dynasty, Tang Zong and Song Zu."
"But only I know that the true revival is when the flag of Daxia is planted all over the world again, when the war song of Daxia resounds on the moon, and when the glory of Daxia is rekindled in the solar system!"
Qin Jue listened silently without saying a word.
The first old man also spoke slowly without asking a word.
"No one knows about this except civilized hosts like us."
"The royal family and the others didn't notice it at all."
"The rebirth of the Alpine Battleship gave me hope of revival. I am very happy and relieved that I did not choose the wrong person."
"Qin Jue, I feel relieved to have you in Daxia."
Speaking of this sentence, Qin Jue's inner premonition was so strong that he could not suppress it.
The first old man suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed violently. Dark red blood flowed out from between his fingers, which made Qin Jue become even more silent.
"Don't worry, I'm on my deathbed. Life and death are normal."
As he spoke, the first old man put down his bloody hand and pulled out a wooden box from the depths of the bed.
"Inside this box is all the information I have accumulated over the years of being a civilized host."
Qin Jue opened the wooden box for the first old man, and there was a yellowed cowhide roll lying inside. He took it out silently, and as the cowhide roll was opened, a vast world carved with paper and pen and filled with small words slowly appeared. in front of him.
Under the bright overhead light, the first old man said that this thirty-three-meter-long cowhide scroll was from the era he spent thirty-three years depicting.
In the lower left corner of this cowhide roll is a round ball with a horizontal line next to it and two words written on the horizontal line: Blue Star.
The area of Blue Star on this cowhide scroll is only about three square meters. It also contains detailed continents and oceans, and each area has dense written records.
There are four continents and three oceans in total. Each continent records various animals and plants in detail. Each ocean has clear directions of ocean currents. Qin Jue can even see the top of the pyramid on this blue star map. The sun disk, the angel on the top of the Alps, the real dragon that stirs up the wild waves of the Yellow River, and the monsters that occupy the North Sea.
"This cowhide roll... is the last thing I can give to future generations."
The first old man murmured with a smile.
The candle on the rosewood tea table was suddenly blown out by the cold wind outside.
The arm that the first old man barely raised also quietly fell down.
Qin Jue gently rolled up the cowhide roll again, then stood up, gently lowered his head to the first old man who had lost his breath, and murmured: "The underworld is not cold, you go well."
He put the cowhide roll in his arm and strode out of the Forbidden Palace.
At this moment, the cold wind was howling outside the door, and heavy snow was falling from the sky.
Qin Jue raised his other palm and watched the snow melt in his palm.
The world is ushering in another winter.
After walking out of the gate of the Forbidden Palace, facing the heavy snow, Qin Jue walked out. A deafening siren sounded behind him, and countless guards were running towards the Forbidden Palace.
The first old man passed away, and Qin Jue was the only one beside him when he died.
Although Qin Jue's reputation in the country has been as high as that of the country's God of War, many people still cast doubt on him.
At the high-level national meeting that followed, even Grand Master Huang Qian tentatively asked Qin Jue: "Why did the leader pass away so suddenly?"
Faced with these suspicions, Qin Jue's face was indifferent and extremely calm, without any explanation. Things about the civilized host cannot be told to outsiders. This is a secret between him and the first old man.
As a result, the atmosphere of the meeting became increasingly tense. Qin Jue suddenly stood up and walked towards the door without looking back, still holding the cowhide roll between his arms.
"Chief of the General Staff, did you really just leave like that?" Someone stood up and asked loudly: "You took that cowhide scroll from the Forbidden Palace. It should be the relic of the first person. Everyone should see it. .”
Kraft roll?
There was an indifferent smile on Qin Jue's lips. He looked back slightly and only said one sentence.
"If it should be shown to you, I will naturally show it to you."
"It's not your place to see. If anyone insists on seeing it, I will kill him or her."
In an instant, most of the senior officials stood up with horror in their eyes. They couldn't believe that Qin Jue would say such cruel and ruthless words without any concealment.
Someone looked at Mr. Wang, wanting him to step forward and take charge of the situation.
But Mr. Wang kept his brows furrowed and silently looked down at the documents.
"Everyone in the world is the same."
"Also, I'm not interested in the first position."
After that, Qin Jue left the conference room directly, leaving a room full of silent senior officials.
Mr. Wang stood up, buttoned the table, and said calmly: "You should believe that the Chief of General Staff continues to believe it. If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself. Although there is no surveillance inside the Forbidden Palace, there are no blind spots in the surveillance outside. There were also a large number of guards deployed at that time. Around."
"And that cowhide roll."
"I would like to advise some old guys not to go against the Chief of General Staff."
"He's not in a good mood today."
