Zhao Ge: 163. Immortals don’t know
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The name does not belong to me, and the life in the past and the future do not belong to me.
What is the purpose of living like this?
Shen Changge looked at Ji Bing, who closed his eyes and died, a little at a loss. He looked down at his hand hanging on his body and found that his hand was shaking slightly when he didn't even notice it.
He just felt the blood lingering on his hands.
Open your hand and hold it firmly, until the veins on the back of your hand are exhausted. In front of him was Ji Bing's faint smile before he died-why could he laugh, and what was that smile saying?
Shen Changge doesn't think about it.
Shen Changge has always known that he is a coward. People who see everything and know everything will go crazy. So he can only choose to let himself see something, know something, be a blind person and be a deaf person, so that the hand holding the knife won't tremble.
Actually, in this world, who is not blind or deaf?
The Buyik tribe wandering in the Great Desert of Kelazhuoma only remembers the yellow sand for countless years, and cannot remember the countless bones under the scorching sun when Emperor Bai ruled Kelazhuoma. The generals who were ordered to hunt down the Buyik tribe only knew that they were loyal to the country and did not look at how many of those Buyik tribe were innocent.
As long as a person has a background and a past, he is destined to be closely linked to something.
Anyone will belong.
And now that I belong, I can only be a blind and deaf person who is biased.
Shen Changge raised his head and looked around the golden cave that was covered by dark golden brilliance.
Because of the restrictions of the fairy gate, the emperors of the Twelve Dynasty can only be ordinary people, and they will pass away within a few hundred years. This is also one of Xianmen's methods.
The replacement of the ruling party can make some plans that take a long time to complete cannot continue. And the death of emperors from generation to generation will cause a lot of news to be lost. In this case, for the long time counting of the immortal gate, even if there is an ambitious emperor, it is not to be afraid.
However, the Jintangji clan is a family that has been poured with the craziest ambitions and delusions.
After generations of emperors die, their memories will be poured on the next emperor who enthroned in an extremely cruel and painful way. The old emperor is destined to die in the hands of the new emperor, relying on death to inherit the memory of the previous emperor together with his own inheritance to the next generation.
Shen Changge's father, Emperor Jingyuan, was pierced in the chest by Ji Bing with a sword before he died.
The long chain of memory will never be interrupted, and those crazy plans will continue to be implemented generation after generation for hundreds of years. Every emperor of Jintang grew up from hatred and sin.
This is Kim Tang Ji.
It itself is full of blood, madness, and despair.
The whole family embraces a raging fire. This fire has burned countless talented youths in this family over the long years, and now this fire will erupt from this family, in the Twelve Dynasty On the earth, lit the prairie fire of the Burning Era.
After burning itself for so long, it will finally burn others.
Shen Changge is Ji's person holding a torch.
His birth was a destiny.
In the winter of four years in Jingyuan, only a disguised woman lay in the Queen’s palace, and the woman that Emperor Jingyuan really loved was lying on the high altar in the secret spiritual cave under the palace. . The gentle and beautiful woman lay alone on the altar, showing shocking perseverance.
She clung to the cold rock under her with both hands, her nails were broken and blood was flowing.
The man she loves and all the secret elders in the Ji family sat cross-legged on a stone platform like futons, surrounding the entire platform. Everyone chanted the ancient and long mantras together, and the dark golden spiritual energy in the spiritual cave madly gathered in the air, gathered into a long river-like liquid, hovering around the high platform.
Like an ancient dragon slowly waking up in the dark, guarding the son of hope who is about to be born into the world.
Overlapped chanting, the inscriptions on the high platform are all bright as scorching sun.
The woman on the high platform twisted her face, biting the white silk in her mouth firmly, and the purple blood on her beautiful face spread like a spider web. The dark golden liquid light slowly entered her body and gathered towards the towering abdomen.
That is inhuman pain.
However, she bit the white silk fiercely, letting her hands drip with blood, but she did not let a whine leak from her mouth.
The dark golden light finally converged into the phantom of the ancient dragon. But the last dragon head was unable to condense for a long time. The woman on the high platform was already close to spasm, and the Emperor Jingyuan under the high platform was almost about to get up, almost rushing up.
Several white-haired elders sitting at the nearest place to the high platform suddenly stood up.
They spread their hands and made a gesture of welcoming the birth of something. The bright dark golden light burst from their bodies and merged into the dark golden dragon hovering around the high platform.
The illusory dragon head finally took shape slowly.
The Ji clan sitting cross-legged showed an almost numb sad look on their faces--amidst this fate intertwined with madness and delusion, they had watched too many people die. Then the voice of chanting suddenly became high-pitched.
As the dragon's head slowly formed, the figures of the elders trembled more and more severely, and the dark golden light erupting from their bodies became weaker and weaker.
As the last dragon's eyes were about to take shape, the old man in the lead gave a low voice, his face flushed suddenly.
Finally, a scorching light burst out of his body, flooding the ancient phantom frantically. Not only him, all the elders who stood up did it.
In the bright light, their bodies became blurred.
There was a cry that could no longer be suppressed on the high platform, as if a scream of pain erupted from the depths of the soul, the cry of a baby sounded like a shooting star across the dark night.
Emperor Jingyuan was splashed with blood, he stared at the blood and the high platform stupidly.
He got up suddenly and screamed;
"The immortal does not know the suffering of the common people, the common people... do not need longevity!!"
——It seems like the sorrow of the whole Ji family broke out in an instant.
Heartbreaking, crazy like a devil.
The fairy doesn't know the suffering of the common people, and the common people don't need...for longevity! !
Sorrowful, with a hysterical and desperate voice echoing in the underground spiritual cave. It was the first sound that penetrated the soul that Shen Changge heard after he was born into the world.
Under the secret method, when the memory of the entire Ji family is slowly inherited, the voice of the beginning of life is always echoing continuously, long, sadly and desperately.