Legend of Ravaging Dynasties Chapter 11:

When I woke up, Huang Tuo was healing for the wind, Liao Qi sat weakly on the ground, the star trails in his arms were still sleeping, and Chao Ya fell down on the ground with white blood flowing out of his mouth. Man stretched all over the place, like the cold snow when the snow melted. But Die Che sat down on the ground, her eyes blank, her appearance seemed to be several hundred years old in an instant. And the sharp moonlight in Moon God's hand was already pointing to her neck.

The wall of sighs at the end of the palace has collapsed into fragments, the dust is flying up, and then gradually sinking.

Die Che kept shaking her head, she said, it's impossible, how could a person outside the Snow Snow Mountain destroy the wall of sighs.

The Moon God put away the moonlight in her hand, she said, it seems that there is no need to kill her, she is already dead.

While leaving the Po Tian Suzaku, Chao Ya said to me, Wang, in fact, in the legend of our Wule clan, Die Che is the best goddess, beautiful and kind. Wang, if you are proficient in rhythm, you should understand that a person who can play such gorgeous music is definitely not a sinister-hearted person.

The Moon God said, so I didn't kill him either. Wang, in fact, she didn't use the most powerful assassination technique against us, otherwise Liaoqi Xinggui would have died under her hands. When I really fought her, I realized that her assassination skills were not under me.

I turned my head, the Po Tian Temple has lost the light blue luster, I know that Die Che has put away all her spiritual power, that palace has become a huge and gorgeous ruin , I saw palace musicians coming out from inside, I knew that Die Che must have told them to leave. Because when we passed the wall of sighs, Die Che said, Ka Suo, I no longer want to guard this palace. Because I always thought that my feelings are the greatest feelings in the world, strong and desperate, but I have another feeling that completely surpasses me, so I don’t have to guard this shattered temple anymore, I think Maybe I will also go to the mortal world, play the piano, sing and sing, so that mortals in the world will remember my phantom butterfly piano, just like remembering the silent piano of Chaoya's mother.

Then I saw her smile, a light and warm smile like a blossoming flower. This alluring woman is no longer the arrogant and overriding southern guardian, but an ordinary woman holding her own Qin, playing a sad movement.

I bend over to her. As my emperor, I don’t know what kind of person there was in her life before, hurriedly traversing the trajectory of her life and leaving, but such a short time can also make her After hundreds and thousands of years, it is still so concerned. Die Che gave me a dream. She told me that there was a person in that dream. She kept doing this dream every night for a thousand years. In that dream, it was covered with cherry blossom petals and snow. In the courtyard, there was wind blowing, and the cherry blossoms on the ground were flying like falling snow. A person appeared standing in the middle of the snow, with a gentle and brilliant smile, thick black eyebrows, and shiny pupils. He walked to Die Che, bent down, bent down and smiled at her. His smile was as bright as a torn sunrise. Then there was a gust of wind, and the cherry blossoms on the ground flew wildly, turning blood red in the air, his head and The robes flew up at the same time, making a rustle. Then the picture is still, and everything gradually dissipates like mist.

Nightmare·Butterfly·Flamebreak

My name is Die Che and I was born in the Wule clan. My mother told me that when I was born, Zhuoyue Xing just ascended to the highest point of the sky, and those cold brilliance spread out in the dark night sky, and finally fell into my pupils and turned into a crystal clear soul.

I have been a child with strong spiritual power since I was a child, and his head is longer than my brothers and sisters. They love me very much and they always hold me up on their shoulders. They always call my name, Die Che, Die Che, Die Che.

My favorite little brother's name is Chi Mo. He is the youngest boy of our Wule tribe, with a soft head like cracked velvet. We grew up together.

My little brother, like me, is a child with strong spiritual power. He taught me various illusions, taught me how to control the strings that turned into light, gentle eyebrows, and smiling lips.

When we were all children, Chi Mo always took me to the depths of the snowy fog forest and watched the huge birds whizzing through in the shadow of the forest, the desolate and cracked chirping in the blue There are transparent scars on the upper part of the blue sky. My little brother always looked at those hurried birds and said to me, Die Che, have you ever thought about flying to the sky to take a look? I want to know whether the clouds are full of cherry blossoms, or are they full of dead spirits.

Whenever Chi Mo said to me like this, I always saw those mottled shadows that became dark and shallow in the sun falling into his crystal white pupils. Many times I have the illusion that my little brother's eyes are black, the kind of pure and weird black like Viola ink, inclusive and covering everything. I always feel deep fear, but every time Chi Mo smiles at me, his smile is clean and beautiful, like those bright sunlight shards all turned into crystal clear flowers, slowly opening up like ripples on his face.

I have been persistently believing that my brother has the fragrance of flowers blooming. As I believe he has the spirit of flowers on his clothes.

The fragrance of an instant, but it can flow forever.

Chi Mo is ten years older than me. When I was old, my favorite little brother Chi Mo was already old. In that morning, when I ran out of the house to find Chi Mo to accompany me to play, I saw Chi Mo standing in the middle of the snowfield, my grown-up brother. The moment he turned his head, I heard the sound of cherry blossoms in full bloom around me.

Chi Mo stood in front of me, tall and straight, with a long white cloak that outlined his slender figure like a floating cloud. Chi Mo is more handsome than my father and all of my brothers. His eyebrows flew diagonally into the heads of the temples like a straight sword. His eyes were bright as bright stars, and his face was as cold as being chilled. The deep outline carved out by the wind. He was facing me, his mouth raised, showing his white teeth, and I saw my little brother's smile as bright as a torn sunrise.

The cherry blossoms bloomed wildly behind him.

He walked in front of me, bent down, bent his face and said to me, Die Che, good morning.

Ten years later, I became an adult too. I stood in front of Chi Mo and smiled at him like he smiled at me ten years ago. Chi Mo squinted at me. His eyelashes are long and soft. He said, Die Che, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Prettier than my mother.

Chi Mo’s mother queen is a side room of my father’s queen. She died a long time ago. His mother’s death was concealed for some unknown reason, except for my father’s queen and my mother’s queen. No one knows.

Chi Mo has been a child without a mother since he was a child, but he has always been quiet and kind-hearted, gentle and uncontested. It's still the same after growing up. He will smile like a wind when a flower is in full bloom, and he will smile when he looks up at the sky. Every evening, a man sits on the highest wall of the palace and plays the piano. Countless birds hover over his head. Feathers are scattered and covered on his pupils, turning his eyes into dove gray, and the clouds blooming like intoxicating red flowers. .

He has lived like this for a hundred years, and every time I ask him, brother, are you not lonely?

He looked at me and said, with Die Che, I will never be lonely.

Chi Mo and I are the strongest people in the family. I am the pride of my father, but Chi Mo is not. Father doesn’t like him. When I was young, my father always came over when he saw me with him, picked me up on his shoulders and walked away, leaving my brother alone. But Chi Mo has never been sad. He always stands behind me and looks at me. Whenever I look back, I always see his bright smile like a cherry blossom. He stands on the horizon quietly watching me go by far.

I asked my father why he didn't like Chi Mo. That was the first time I asked him, and it was the last time. Because the father's warm face suddenly condensed like frost. Then he stroked my head and said to me, Die Che, when I get old one day, you will become the new king of the Wule clan. You will stand in the center of the hall and play the piano for our great king. The rhythm will resound throughout the Snow Empire. You are the pride of the father. And when I raised my head, I always saw the face of Emperor Father as dignified as a god. He stroked my long head and smiled at me, his smile like a deep mist.

I never blamed my father, but I felt so sad and sad looking at my little brother. Because I adore my father, he is the greatest luthier in the history of the Wule clan. Chi Mo also admired him. Whenever he mentioned his father, his eyes shined with special respect. However, my father doesn't like him, and I always feel sorry for Chi Mo.

My father is the royal musician of the king of the Snow Empire, and he is also one of the most proficient men in the witch music clan. In the past, many of the witch music kings were women, and their music was soft and gorgeous, but my father The rhythm of the music is like the scorching sun, like those roaring wind and snow. I have not heard my father’s first performance as a royal musician. I just listened to the legends of the family members. They told me that on that day, the whole The spirit of the father's rhythm was floating above the Snow Empire, all the birds flew together from all sides of the Snow Empire to the high sky, and the chirping of those birds breaking through the sky remained long in the sky above Blade Snow City.

I am the pride of my father. He always takes me to Snow City to participate in various ceremonies. He lifted me high above his head and said to all wizards, swords, and astrologers, This is my daughter, the best musician in our family. I lowered my face on top of my father's head and saw my father's upward smile. There was a howling wind in the hall, my head and robe spread out in the air, I saw the faces of the people around, they were smiling at me, but I always think of Chi Mo’s face, I want to know, those are Did the small falling petals fall on his long eyelashes again?

Every time I leave the palace of the Wule clan to go to Snow City, my brother Chi Mo always stands at the gate to see me off. He always bows his face and says to me, Die Che, I will wait you come back.

When I leave the palace, I always turn back to look at my brother, watching his robe flutter in the wind, and seeing his quiet smile, like the blurry and faint starlight waiting by the city gate . Small snowflakes constantly hit the black wall around him, as fierce and gentle as suicide.

Every time I come back, I always see Chi Mo sitting on the tallest wall waiting for me, with a guqin on his knees, and his slender fingers plucking a melodious melody on the strings. Those mysterious flying birds were still hovering above his head, and their feathers fell rustlingly. I saw my quiet and energetic little brother, and I always wanted tears in my eyes.

When Chi Mo and I had grown up and left the snowy forest, we never went back. Chi Mo didn't take me to the end of the forest to see the birds that screamed and passed through the tall shadows of the trees. Only occasionally we would stand on the highest wall of the palace and look out towards the other side of the ice sea.

My brother is always sore by the harsh wind on the shore of the ice coast, but he still stubbornly refuses to close his eyes until he burst into tears. I asked him why he didn't close his eyes. He turned his head and said to me, why those birds can fly freely in the sky but I must be so cowardly in the wind?

I looked at my brother and didn't know how to answer him, but he smiled again in an instant. He said, Die Che, don't think about it, some things have no answer. After speaking, he smiled at me very clearly, his smile was like the fragrance of flowers.

Chi Mo always asks me, Die Che, do you know what is on the other side of the ice sea?

I told him that my father told me that the other side of the ice sea is where the fire people live. It is an evil race.

Chi Mo always looked at the direction across the ice sea for a long time without speaking. He turned his back to me. I can't see his eyes, but I can imagine that his eyes must be filled with birds in the sky. Shadow.

The wind on the beach is always strong. My little brother always asks me, Die Che, are you cold? Then he would come over and untie his robe and hold me in his arms. I smelled the flowers blooming wildly. I know that the spirits of those flowers are dancing again.

Chi Mo became the only wizard musician of my generation in my family. All of my other brothers did not pass the qualifications of wizard musicians. Originally, there were very few male musicians in the history of the wizard family. , So I saw my brother Chi Mo put on the musician's black gorgeous illusion robe studded with gold rims and felt a trance of happiness, slow and fuzzy, but stunned.

But I still heard my father’s sigh behind me. When I turned my head, I saw a tear drop from the corner of my father’s eyes. That was the first time I saw my father. The emperor cried.

My little brother didn't like to talk to people since he was a child. He always stayed alone in one place, quiet and ordinary.

The most he said to me was, Die Che, do you want to leave with me?

I didn't understand what he meant at the time, so I asked him, leave? Chi Mo, are you talking about leaving the palace of our Wule tribe?

Chi Mo looked at me, the sadness in his eyes was like a hurried sunset. He came over and grabbed my shoulder, bent his face and looked at me and said, Die Che, I really want to take you away, we can go to the ice sea Opposite, we can leave here, will you?

I looked at Chi Mo's face, and the pain on his face was like deep nicks.

I said, brother, in fact, wherever you want me to go, I will follow you.

Then Chi Mo buried his head on my shoulder. He made no sound of crying, but his tears flowed into my neck drop by drop. I never knew that the tears of the Wule people would be so hot, almost It's going to burn me.

Chi Mo said lowly, Die Che, I don’t want you to go anywhere. You should live happily in the palace of the Wule clan and become the new king of the Wule clan. Don’t forget, you are the father of the most Beloved daughter.

Snowbirds in the sky flew over hurriedly, screaming, one after another, hoarse wounds.

When I was old, my father officially announced that I would become the next king of the Wule clan. In the empty palace that day, my father's voice was extremely loud, and his voice floated on the palace for a long time. I am standing in the middle of the hall, and I don’t know where the wind is blowing my head to cover my eyes. I want to see Chi Mo’s smile, so I won’t be so overwhelmed, but I never know what to do. Looking across the chaotic head, only Chi Mo's vague smile can be seen. I can see his white-toothed eyebrows, and his smile that resembles a torn sunrise, but it is like a layer of moisture. But I suddenly became quiet, because I smelled the fragrance of the flowers around me.

At the end of my succession ceremony, I met the high king of the Snow Empire, and he came to participate in my succession ceremony. Like my father, he is tall and mighty, but he has a sacred brilliance that cannot be violated. He walked in front of me, smiled at me, and then said to me, Die Che, I know you are your father's most beloved daughter, I will give you a piano, and you stretch out your palm.

When I stretched out my palm, I suddenly felt a small pain in my ten fingertips, and then the pain disappeared in an instant. I looked up at the king, he smiled at me, and he said, Die Che, try your spiritual power.

When I was chanting the spell, I suddenly saw ten green shining strings radiating from between my hands, and then it enveloped the whole hall in an instant, when I flicked the piano with my fingers When stringing, I heard a rhythm I had never heard before.

The king sat on the high throne and smiled at me. He said, from now on, this piano will be called the phantom butterfly piano.

Then I and all the family members in the whole hall knelt down, and I heard all the people's worship and prayers to the king.

But when Wang was about to walk out of the hall, he suddenly stopped and stopped in front of my little brother Chi Mo. My brother Chi Mo knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said nothing.

I saw the king suddenly changed his face, and countless blizzards suddenly surged in his eyes. He turned his head to look at my father, I saw his frightened face, the king’s face was filled With a layer of ice-blue murderous aura, I felt a heavy pressure covering my body. Only then did I realize how unsurpassable the king's illusion was.

I heard the old voice of my father, and he said in a low voice, Wang, I know what to do.

I watched the king leave the hall, the wind filled his Huangya magic robe, fluttering like a heron with spreading wings. When he left the main hall, my little brother suddenly fell on the floor of the palace, his eyes closed, his head scattered along the robe, and white crystal blood was constantly pouring out of his mouth.

The father came over, picked him up, and left the hall. When he walked to the gate, he turned his head and said to me, Die Che, from now on, you are the king of the Wule clan, and you have the fate of the entire family.

The father has already left, and everyone has also left. I am the only one standing in the middle of the empty hall not knowing where to go. I raised my head and looked up at the high dome, tears raining down.

Since that day, I have never seen my little brother, Chi Mo.

From the day my little brother left me, I have been dreaming similar endless dreams. In the dreams are the clean smiles of Chimo. He is standing on the high wall like snow in white clothes, aspirational, He was waiting for me to go home, and countless birds gathered and dispersed in the sky, like those fast-changing clouds, feathers falling, cherry blossoms blooming, my brother's robe turned in the wind. My brother is playing the piano, his fingers are dry and flexible, but his rhythm is cracked and bright, like a torn sunrise. I always hear my brother talk to me, telling him the despair, the broken, and the love he wants at all costs. At the end of the dream, the dancing cherry blossoms always all turn red in an instant, bright red like the light and shadow and color of the phantom when the sun melts in the water. Then everything disappeared, and in the gradually dissipating mist, my brother's smile appeared from time to time.

I always ask my father, where my brother Chi Mo has gone, if he has anything to do, and why he keeps not coming to see me.

My father is always silent, just looking at the sky and pointing at the silhouettes of the snowbirds flying across the sky, he said to me, Die Che, look at how free those birds are.

I will suddenly remember that before, my little brother Chi Mo took me to the depths of the snowy fog forest to see the birds passing through the shadows, watching the shadows of the trees fall into his pupils and turn into a weird black. But for an instant, more than a hundred years have passed.

The sound of thunder rolling in the sky, resounding through the entire Snow Empire like a dense drum.

My brother Chi Mo died at the age of 10, which is the year I became the king of the Wule clan when I was old.

I killed my brother, my favorite brother Chi Mo, the brother who has the fragrance of flowers blooming on him, the brother who loves me the most, who said "With Butterfly Che, I will never be lonely" Brother.

One month after my brother Chi Mo disappeared, I had a dream. In the dream, Chi Mo was locked under the altar, dark and damp. He was nailed to a wall with his head down, his head It was scattered and covered his handsome face. I couldn't see his face, but I knew that my brother must be in pain.

I went to my father, and then my father told about my brother. Father's narration was slow and psychedelic, like a vague but clear dream. When the dream woke up, I had already burst into tears.

My father and the emperor told me that Chi Mo’s mother was actually his favorite woman in his life. Her mother had fiery red pupils and a long head that fluttered like flames, because she was from the fire race. When the father married her, she was still the appearance of an ice woman, but when she was two hundred years old, her head and eyes suddenly turned into flames that burned everything, and red became a kind of fire that broke the sky.

Chi Mo's mother gave birth to Chi Mo for my father's emperor. When Chi Mo was born, his mother cut open her belly with an ice sword, and countless sparkling fires fell to the ground. Chi Mo Appearing in the flames, his expression is serene and his eyes are moving. Then the flames slowly extinguished, and Chi Mo's head and pupils became as white as his father, but his father knew that when Chi Mo was two hundred years old, he would definitely return to the Huo Clan appearance.

When the king passed by Chi Mo that day, Chi Mo appeared. My brother turned out to be a descendant of the Huo Clan. So the king asked my father to let Chi Mo disappear, and he used cruel criminal law. So I His brother had to be nailed to the wall by five ice swords for 14 days, and then waited for the blood to drain before he could die slowly.

When I heard this, my tears kept streaming out, and I thought of my little brother's thin body.

I finally saw my brother Chi Mo in the dark room below the altar. He was nailed to the thick basalt wall by several ice swords, and the red blood flowed continuously down the cold that pierced his chest. , Manyan on the icy ground. I saw that his head and pupils had become bright red like flames.

I walked to his feet, he leaned down to look at me from above, and I saw his face under his head. His expression was not painful or resentful, still calm and full of gratitude.

He said to me, Die Che, you already know everything, right?

I looked at Chi Mo's red pupils, nodded, and said, I see, little brother.

He said, Die Che, don't be sad, I have never hated the father, I like you more. I feel lucky to be able to come to this world once. Please take me to take care of my father and everyone in the Wule clan.

When I went there happened to be the third ice sword pierced through his chest, and I heard a **** voice, dull like a gurgling viscous magma.

I saw my brother's frowning eyebrows like a knife.

Chi Mo looked at me, he said, Die Che, don't be sad, there are two Bing Ling. Then I can sleep for a while.

I said, brother, why should the king be so cruel to you? I don't allow it.

Then I walked over, summoned the ice sword in my hand, and then a sword pierced his throat.

My brother Chi Mo lowered his head, his head covered my face, his tears dripped on my eyes, I heard the vague voice in his throat, he said, Die Che, why is so stupid, for me And breaking the code?

I said, brother, how can I look at you so sad.

Chi Mo's blood flowed down the ice sword in my hand, and gradually dyed my entire witch music clan illusion robe.

Because I killed the king and demanded torture and died Chi Mo, the king was thundered at me. When my father looked at me, there was only sadness and pity in his eyes. I walked over and hugged him. Wrinkles spread on his face like fast-growing vines.

He said, what do you do?

I said, Father, I am no longer going to be the king of the Wule clan. I will leave this palace, find a place to live in seclusion, and spend the rest of my life.

My father didn't speak, I only heard the birds screaming through the air. I raised my head, thinking of those gray feathers and my brother Chimo's eyes in a daze. The sadness shook, and the country was overwhelmed.

When I was about to leave the palace, I met a woman at the foot of the tall city wall. She told me her name was Yuan Ji, and she asked me if I wanted my feelings for my brother Chi Mo to touch the legend. In the wall of sighs, I looked back at the palace where my family lived, and felt that it was so small as a crystal garden.

Yuan Ji said, yes, it is a crystal garden.

I suddenly turned my head and I asked her, how do you know what I was thinking?

Yuan Ji didn't answer me. She said, I know that you are a musician with the best spiritual power. Would you like to take a look at the wall of sighs in the mythology of the Wule tribe?

I lowered my head and thought, there is nothing worthy of my nostalgia in Xanadu Snow City, so I nodded.

At the moment I nodded, I saw countless flowers blooming in the surrounding air, the spirit of countless flowers. It was not an illusion, because I saw Yuan Ji's fingers stretched out and the illusion technique she used.

When I left Snow City, countless images suddenly appeared in my mind. I saw my brother standing in the middle of the snow, leaning over and smiling at me, and I saw the shadow of the flying bird falling on His eyes were like the diffuse night, and there was a huge disillusionment in his eyes. I saw Chi Mo standing at the gate of the city waiting for my return. His eyes flickered like stars, and the color of the flower soul on his clothes was flowing, I see When my little brother was sitting on the highest wall, playing the piano and waiting for me to go home, the wind blew his head and flew toward the north. His illusion robe was always clean and elegant. I saw my brother with star-eyed sword eyebrow nailed. On the wall, his tears fell and soaked my face and his blue illusion robe. The big water stains bloomed on the robe like lotus...

There was a dense thunder sound behind him, like the collapse of a city.

I raised my head, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers in full bloom. The spirit of the flower.

Little brother, little brother, my favorite Chi Mo, finally disappeared before my eyes.

Brother, please forgive me, I am leaving, leaving this troubled palace, leaving this city of phantoms that buried my green years. Maybe at the end of the sky, I will see your undead again, at that time, please smile at me, smile like tearing the sun~IndoMTL.com~ Let me smile and shed my tears, and then let me hear you Free, singing.

Because the star trails have been drowsy and have not awakened, we have been unable to get on the road, because the front is the territory of the northern guardian star and day. Without the star trails, our every step would be an unpredictable purgatory.

Zongtian Xuanwu Temple is at the highest point of a snow-capped mountain. It can still be seen even when standing in the southern guardian territory. The magnificent white palace stretches out into the blue sky like the sharpest three-thorn sword, weird but gorgeous , During the sleepy nights of the star tracks, we could all see the stars on the spire of the Zongtian Temple, changing their positions in the sky according to very strange trajectories. Occasionally, the entire temple will show dazzling white light, and those white lights will be reflected on the dark sky and projected into a huge six-pointed star, like the traces between the eyebrows of the old stars.

She woke up suddenly after being in a coma for three days in Star Trails, but then fell asleep again. The moment she woke up, white blood was constantly pouring out of her mouth. She clutched Huang Tu’s robe, painfully Say, take me...return to the broken sky...the temple...then she fell asleep deeply and didn't wake up again.

When we brought the star trails back to the shattered sky temple that had become a ruin, the star trails began to wake up, weakly as if the spiritual power of the whole body was going to disperse. Huang Tuo kept her in the white protective barrier, and the star trails got better day by day.