Dark clouds over the city.
A long time ago, two armies with different flags were fighting fiercely.
One side is called "Chen" and the other side is called "Di".
Corpses were everywhere, like a hell on earth.
The soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, gritting their teeth and fighting for their lives, inserting their weapons into the warm flesh of the other side.
No one noticed that the black clouds rotated without wind, like viscous liquid, forming a deep cloud cave.
Boom!
Thunder exploded out of thin air, and the soldiers were stimulated to kill even more happily.
A shadow with thick smoke fell towards the battlefield like a black meteor.
Boom!
It was a young man covered in black.
His body seemed to be burned by fire, covered with peeling skin and eschar.
Neither of the two sides, who were so furious, noticed that there was a strange young man on the battlefield who did not belong to either side.
The young man was completely naked. He looked around blankly, fear spreading in his eyes.
"who I am?"
"Why am I here?"
"What am I?"
In the eyes of the young man, the "information" of the two warring parties was unfamiliar but clear in his field of vision, flowing down the screen like a waterfall.
"Zhang San, a native of Chen State, both his parents died when he was young..."
"Li Gui, a person from Di Kingdom..."
"Mi Xiaoqi, died at the age of twelve."
Everyone's information appeared in the boy's eyes.
He flapped his arms in horror, trying to drive away the unfamiliar words that flashed before his eyes like gnats.
A Chen soldier on the side roared and charged towards the young man with a knife.
After a blink of an eye, the young man stared blankly at the bloody knife in his hand and the man biting him.
He killed him instead.
The man's message appeared in the young man's eyes: he has a good deed, an eighty-year-old mother, a newlywed, and his newlywed wife is waiting for him to return home.
The bright red blood on the ground drove the surrounding soldiers crazy, and they came to kill them with long swords.
The young man's mind went blank, and he waved the knife in his hand in panic, and heads flew up in shock.
"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"Who can help me!"
"father?"
"mother?"
"Ah... who is there..."
"who I am?"
The rain dyed black by the dark clouds fell, and the vast earth seemed to be crying.
The young man ran like the wind, randomly picked up a broken flag, tied it around his waist, and ran around the battlefield like a wild monkey.
He cried, shouted, and roared, and his mind became clearer and clearer. He vaguely remembered that people should have a father. If a father naturally has a mother, what about his father and mother?
Why is he here?
Was he abandoned by his parents?
ah……
ah……
ah……
Helplessness and despair filled his chest like a dark shadow.
Gradually, the young man couldn't tell whether what was stuck on his face was rain, blood, or tears.
That day.
In the Central Plains, where the heroes divided themselves, Di and Chen were trapped in Feilong Pass, and no one survived.
…
The night is dark and windy.
A carriage was driving on the gravel road, hurrying on its way.
The crudely made horseshoes were full of potholes and made the road difficult to navigate.
Call!
The horse panicked and raised its front hooves.
The woman and girl in the car were startled and supported each other for comfort.
The man riding the horse is dressed in green clothes and has a dirty face. He looks slovenly, but his eyes are shining, but in fact he is extremely handsome.
"It's a child!"
The man in green shirt dismounted to investigate. The cocoon on the thin sword at his waist moved away and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl heard the sound and looked over, exclaiming: "Dad! He is seriously injured!"
"Didn't Dad teach you that the road at night is dangerous, so don't meddle in other people's business!"
The girl was dissatisfied: "But dad, you also said that those who do injustice will be punished by death!"
The guest in green shirt laughed angrily: "Did dad do something unjust?"
"Failing to save someone at the sight of death is the same as killing someone. Killing an innocent person is like a thunderbolt from heaven!"
Guest in green shirt: "He's dead!"
As he said that, the man in green shirt kicked away the young man lying dead on the road and got out of the way.
The boy's eyes moved.
"Eh? Dad, you kicked him alive!"
"..."
In a small village in the mountains, Qingshanke's family settled here.
The guest in green shirt is named King Luo Bing.
The girl's name is Luo Deng'er.
He named the boy Luo Zhu.
The guest in Qingshan later said that an expert had given him a destiny, saying that he was destined to have a calamity, and the calamity was called "water". He named his daughter Fire in the Lamp to cope with the calamity.
He adopted an unknown young man as his adopted son and named him Zhu, so that he could do one good deed every day and avoid disasters.
The green-shirted guest knew a little about medicine. He walked up and down the mountain during the day, dried his medicine in the summer, ground it in the autumn, and used medicinal powder to save people. He accumulated a lot of public opinion in the countryside and forests.
Over time, the name of "Miracle Doctor Luo" resounded throughout Xiaotun.
No one knew that there was a thin sword hidden under his bed.
This thin sword was hidden for ten years.
"My dad is also very good at kicking. It was my dad who saved you by kicking me on the roadside!"
King Luo Bing never told the girl that he planned to kick the boy's body away. The girl thought that her father was a god of medicine, and he kicked Zhu back to his soul with a seemingly ordinary kick.
The young man always smiled, his eyes were clear and innocent.
The two were childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, and kept each other company for ten years.
In the past ten years, Qingshan Ke has not cared about worldly affairs, and the external heroes have divided their kingdoms. The ten kingdoms have become six kingdoms, and the six kingdoms have become thirteen kingdoms. They are divided and united.
The people in the village are ignorant and don't know what year it will be. They feel like a paradise.
In the hot summer, we are playing by the river, and the girls are like lotuses, just growing up.
"Hey, Xiaochong, have you never thought about who your real parents are?"
Zhu scratched his head and looked at the clear river. The swimming routes of the fish were clearly outlined. He patted the river surface casually, and several small fish bounced into the frame. The handsome young man chuckled: "Father is father, mother is mother, who else can it be?"
"But I don't want my father to be your father, and I don't want my mother to be your mother."
"Nonsense, my father is my father, and my mother is my mother."
"Idiot, I'm ignoring you!"
Deng'er took advantage of the fool scratching his head, snatched the fish that was still jumping in his frame, made a face at Zhu Zuo and stuck out his tongue: "I won today! Tonight you grind the medicine powder!"
"good!"
Looking at the girl's bouncing back, the young man giggled happily.
Before leaving, he took a few more fish from the river and released the fry.
He always catches one less fish than the girl.
At dusk, a slovenly foreigner in black clothes, dusty and dusty, wearing a bamboo hat, walked out of Luo's house.
"King Xia, please consider it."
The black-shirted visitor walked out of Luo's house and left a gentle message. Meeting the children of the Luo family head-on, the man in black took off his bamboo hat, revealing a pair of ferocious wolf-like eyes. He smiled with squinted eyes, revealing two rows of uneven yellow teeth:
"Oh? What a handsome boy."
He looked at the two of them with a smile and left calmly.
Entering the room, King Luo Bing, who had white hair on his temples, looked at a dark red jade pendant on the table with a sullen face.
"Go and dry the herbs! You are laughing and joking all day long, how unbecoming you are!"
When King Luo Bing saw the two of them, he cursed them, and his wife came to persuade them.
The family cooked hot fish soup.
In the kitchen under the candle, King Luo Bing said for the first time that the fish soup cooked by the candle was very smelly and unpalatable.
That night, in the middle of the night, Deng'er was asleep, and Zhu was awakened by a harsh sound. He secretly opened the door to take a look, and found King Luo Bing holding a gray lamp, with a rusty thin sword sharpened under the lamp.
Three days after the black-shirted man's visit, it rained heavily.
King Luo Bing gave two large baskets to Deng and Zhu and asked them to go up the mountain to collect herbs. If they were not satisfied with the collection, they would not go home.
It rained all night.
It was dark that night and the rain was fishy, like blood.
Carrying two heavy baskets of wet herbs, candles and lanterns, he returned home. The house was dark, the village was stained with blood, and corpses lay everywhere.
The man in black stood in the rain, and the rain condensed in the air, like a small sword, piercing King Luo Bing into a bloody man.
The lamp froze in the rain.
"Quick...go!"
King Luo Bing stabbed the man in black with his sword.
Zhu Yi gritted his teeth and ran into the mountains with the lamp.
The person who gave the order was right. King Luo Bing was indeed destined to die, and there was water in the disaster.
He died in a rainstorm.
Zhu and Deng escaped thousands of miles away, concealed their names, and opened a small shop.
Since then, Deng'er has been crazy and has forgotten what happened that night. He seems to have turned back into a child, crying all day long to go to the mountains to collect medicine and to fish in the river.
Zhu took care of the crazy Deng'er, hiding his name in a town.
Later, Zhu learned that there was a kind of person in the world called a stranger.
He is born a stranger, different from ordinary people.
The world must be united after long divisions, and the Great Xia Dynasty unified the five kingdoms.
Under the command of Emperor Xia, there was a group of people who were all strangers and called themselves "commanders". Those who disobeyed were killed, those who rebelled were killed, and those who disagreed were killed.
After fighting to the end, the four sides returned home, the world was at peace, the Xia Dynasty was at its peak, and its reputation would last forever.
Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the girl of the past has faded away, but the young man is still radiant. The two of them are less like a husband and wife, and more like a mother and son.
Luo Deng'er is still crazy and disheveled, like a crazy woman.
Emperor Xia became ill and went from bad to worse. The people who held the order were divided and each ruled the roost.
The trend of "hunting strangers" began to rise among the people. Anyone who reported strangers would be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, tax exemption for three years, and exemption from corvee service. If one person reports a stranger, the nine tribes will be honored.
When Zhu returned home from hunting, his home was surrounded by officers and soldiers and burned down by fire.
The crazy woman pointed at the candle in the fire and screamed miserably, laughing and dancing: "Weird! Hehe! He is a foreigner! The foreigner who killed my father! Father! Father! Father! Foreigners deserve to die! All deserve to die!" !”
Zhu was captured without hesitation, and in a daze, he was locked up layer by layer, taken to the capital of Xia Dynasty, and put into a sky prison.
In the prison, after thirty years of absence, Zhu once again asked himself a question.
"who I am?"
Late Xia Dynasty, winter.
A fire burned down the capital of Xia, and the Xia Dynasty, which had been glorious for twenty years, collapsed overnight.
The world will be in chaos again.
"I am immortal."
Zhu was scarred all over and embarked on the journey.
He crossed the sea eastward.
To the south is the wetland.
North to the wilderness.
One year, two years, ten years, fifty years.
century.
For a time, Li Gui revived, and evil spirits appeared everywhere.
In the mountains and forests, demons eat people, and the world is cold and cold.
There are wild Taoists who are chivalrous and righteous, and there are also passionate swordsmen who slay demons.
There are strangers who come down from the mountain to slay demons and protect the way, and there are also talented strangers who do evil things.
Two hundred years.
The young man covered in dirt carries a rusty broken knife around his waist, wandering the world like a ghost.
He walked through mountains and rivers, hiding among the crowds of people.
To the west, Zhu walked through the desert.
The inhabitants of the desert are ignorant and worship candles as gods.
There are no strangers in the desert, and the people are simple.
"Aliens should not exist."
Candle noticed this.
He will not age.
He is immortal.
To him, the world is like a cage, a cage that traps him.
The long time is like a curse, a long curse.
He climbed a mountain and had no regrets anymore. He wanted to end this boring life in the most beautiful desert.
In the mountains.
He saw a mirror.
A mirror as dark as ink.
In that mirror, he really opened his eyes for the first time.
…
Beside Zheng Xiu, mountains, rivers, jungles, snow-capped mountains, markets, oceans, palaces, wind and rain, sunset, all kinds of scenery, like turning back time, are spinning and going backwards around Zheng Xiu.
The scenery around him flashed at the speed of millions of pictures every second. There were thousands of people who were unfamiliar to him in the pictures, as well as faces he was familiar with. Zheng Xiu was dazzled. Gradually, Zheng Xiu recognized that among those pictures, many were scenes created by him constantly correcting the world line in reincarnations. There were tragedies, lamentations, joys and sorrows hidden in them. Clutch.
In the spinning and broken world, Zheng Xiu knew that he had succeeded. He took the "evil boy" with him as part of the human soul, and after abandoning it, Zhu was born. He became "that mistake" that never existed but should have existed. He was born into the world and filled in the part he had inadvertently deleted. Partially "blank".
There has never been a candle in this world, that's because he hasn't created a candle yet.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and thought carefully about everything about Zhu and every detail of his fight with Zhu.
Zhu's obsession with "strangers" is like a demonic barrier. The "ritual" of sending away three strangers every hundred years is not so much that Zhu is trying to achieve a certain goal, but rather that Zhu is faithfully executing a certain "obsession" ".
Zheng Xiu turned his palms over, and a gleaming book appeared between Zheng Xiu's palms. It was the [Navigation Log].
With a flash of light in his eyes, the orange cat squatted curiously on top of Zheng Xiu's head, watching Zheng Xiu skillfully flip through the [Navigation Log].
The [Navigation Log] is not an ordinary book, and Zheng Xiu does not know how many pages and words there are in the [Log]. At the moment when the [Log] is turned over, the squirming text seems to be alive, rapidly generating, deleting, revising, and constantly changing on the [Voyage Log].
"index."
Zheng Xiu has now obtained the key to the world and has supreme authority, equivalent to a creator-like existence. After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu silently recited the index in his mind and retrieved the target: candle. In an instant, the [Navigation Log] followed his heart, flipping through it quickly, and came to a page related to candles.
Originally there was no record of Zhu, but after the "Bad Boy" was pushed into the timeline, Zhu's name gradually appeared on the [Navigation Log].
At first there was one, then two. From the beginning of a certain day, a certain night, and a certain battlefield a thousand years ago, Zhu was quietly leaving more and more "records" on the voyage log called the world.
The "records" written by Zhu are like "patches" one after another, rapidly "correcting" the underlying logical errors that Zheng Xiu had spent a thousand years unable to correct.
As the light and shadow around him changed, Zheng Xiu's expression became calmer and calmer. Little by little, he was reading every bit of information related to Zhu, Zhu's life, Zhu's confusion, and Zhu's joys and sorrows.
He was "reading" Zhu's life. When the world restarted, Zheng Xiu read bit by bit, Zhu's long and painful life that lasted for a thousand years.
He remembered King Luo Bing, remembered Luo Deng'er, and remembered the simple desert people in Sunset Valley.
I do not know how long it has been.
It seems like a moment, and it seems like a year.
As Zheng Xiu and Zhu got closer and closer, the messy aura on his body became more and more settled.
At first, the orange cat was reading the "Voyage Log" with Zheng Xiu with a gossip-like attitude. But as Zheng Xiu's aura changed, the orange cat's attention also shifted from the "Voyage Log" itself to Zheng Xiu. on the body.
Sedimentation, precipitation, precipitation.
Zheng Xiu, who should have cut off his "divinity", cut off the human being who "pollutes his divinity", but at this moment, there is another kind of "nature" that makes the orange cat elusive, moistening everything on his body silently The ground is settling.
Looks like a human but not a human, looks like a god but not a god.
In the end, the orange cat was surprised to find that Zheng Xiu, who had his "pollution divinity" cut off, not only did not become like an ordinary human being, but the feeling that he missed so much made the orange cat couldn't help but turn his furry cat face. Sticking to Zheng Xiu's generous back, he sniffed and sniffed greedily, sticking out his tongue to lick it from time to time.
"Divinity, extremely pure divinity."
"Calm, calm, determined."
The orange cat drooled.
call!
The wind blew suddenly all around, carrying snow in the wind.
It turns out that the time flowing back has been silently frozen in the orange cat's distraction.
In the wasteland, heavy snow falls.
The messy wind and snow suddenly stopped.
Ice crystals condensed in the night sky.
Zheng Xiu calmly closed the [Navigation Log], and the gleaming book turned into dots of stars, dissipating into the void with Zheng Xiu's wave.
In front of Zheng Xiu, a tall figure of a father with a decayed face stood proudly with his fist extended.
Just like the moment when he and Zheng Xiu fist bumped many years ago.
"I'm back."
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.
(End of chapter)
