At night, in the desert of Tongguan County, six thousand people gathered on the endless loess plain to sleep in the open.

The wind was blowing, and it was still chilly in the middle of the night in early summer. The sixteen Hu Yu members had already fallen asleep. A faint howl of wolf howls came from the mountains in the distance, and the shadows of the mountains and rivers were like a huge curtain.

The Big Dipper is hung in the sky. The galaxy river is like light powder scattering in the sky on summer nights, extremely brilliant.

On the earth, Chen Xing was wrapped in a blanket and was fascinated by the bonfire.

Since leaving Afang Palace, Xiang Shu became silent. His subordinates did not come to disturb the three of them. They only raised a bonfire under the lonely trees in the wilderness, and no one came to get close to Xiang Shu. Only Chen Xing, Xiang Shu, and Feng Qianjun sat quietly.

Feng Qianjun untied the shroud and showed his hunched body of his brother Feng Qianyi, and set up a firewood stand by the copper water, burning his brother's body with a fire.

The flames ignited, swallowing Feng Qianyi's body. His legs were cut off from the knees. His long-term use of a wheelchair caused his limbs to shrink, just like a child. A gust of wind blew, and ashes rose to the sky. Chen Xing vaguely saw a faint trace of light rising and flying to the brilliant galaxy in the sky.

Xiang Shu raised his head and saw a wide and gorgeous belt of light overlapping in the Silver Han Dynasty, like a huge river passing through the night sky.

"Did you see it?" Chen Xing said.

Xiang Shu frowned slightly.

"The heavenly vein," Chen Xing said, "The destination of all the 'Tao' in the world, Lao Tzu said, the metaphysical ones are called 'Tao'. The physical ones are called 'Tao'. The physical ones are called 'Tao'. All things living in the human world, if they leave the body of the vein, will be included in the great way."

Xiang Shu said: "That is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

"No," said Chen Xing, "the heaven and earth veins are rivers that are higher than spiritual energy."

As his brother's body turned into ashes, Feng Qianjun put ashes in a box, returned to the two of them, wiped a small jade plaque, turned over and looked at the bonfire, and wrote the number: Feng, the great man exorcist.

"The largest stronghold in Xifeng Money Village was in Luoyang," said Feng Qianjun. "When my eldest brother took over the family business with my father, I studied art in Kuaiji. It took me two or three years to meet my eldest brother when I was seven to sixteen."

Chen Xing wrapped himself in a blanket and remained silent. He knew that at this time, Feng Qianjun needed to speak to relieve his inner depression.

Feng Qianjun also said: "Luoyang at that time was still affiliated with the 'Yan Kingdom' built by the Murong family."

Xifeng Money House bought a wealthy property in Luoyang, the famous capital of the world at that time, and maintained a certain connection with the Jin people in the south. It secretly prepared the great cause of raising troops to expel the Hu Hu, waiting for the opportunity to welcome the Jin army to restore the country.

Later, Fu Jian sent people to capture Dayan, and the city was broken overnight. All the Murong royal families were captured and surrendered to Fu Jian. It was also in this war that Feng Qianyi and his family fled hastily, but the soldiers were all killed in battle. His wife was killed by the rioters, and both children died in war. He was also crushed by a chariot.

Feng Qianjun suddenly heard the bad news and immediately went north to search for his brother's whereabouts. After a few years, he finally found his brother in Chang'an.

Feng Qianyi did not mention the past much, but just told him lightly that this is what he must face in the road of great cause. Since the Great Yan has been destroyed, his current goal is Fu Jian. The Murong family is also a minister who destroyed the country, so they can try to win over and use it.

"I still remember the day I first met Qinghe," Feng Qianjun said in a daze. "She and her younger brother Murong Chong were locked in the deep palace. The brother sent me to give her some jewelry they bought. Murong Chong didn't like to talk. She was very happy and asked me what my name was... asked if the peony in Luoyang had been opened, and asked a lot of things from the north..."

"... After the Great Yan destroyed the country, I had not been to Luoyang for three years, so I had to make up some lies to deceive her." Feng Qianjun came back to his senses, smiled reluctantly at Chen Xing, and said, "Go home and tell my elder brother, I only said that whether it is Luoyang, Guanzhong, Youzhou, or Yongzhou, are all places for us Han people. What are the faces of Xianbei people and regard Luoyang as their hometown?"

Hearing this, Xiang Shu got up and left, leaving the space for the conversation to Chen Xing and Feng Qianjun.

Feng Qianjun smiled helplessly: "But the Murong clan of Dayan was destroyed by a Han man. Wang Meng obeyed Fu Jian's orders and won the battle, which also led to the devastating of life in the four levels. They also looked down on Wang Meng because he became Fu Jian's official, Tianchi, do you hate them?"

Chen Xing remembered his father's death, and looked at Xiang Shu who was lying on the ground not far away and leaning against a stone.

"My father said during his lifetime, whether it is the Hu people or the Han people," Chen Xing said slowly, "were all residents of this vast land of China. The Five Barbarians went south, and many injured people died in the war. But when did the battle between the Eight Kings in Jin Dynasty not be like this? The Han people who were dressed in the south still had the idea of ​​revenge. If the soldiers and the people who died in the Eight Kings Rebellion, where would they find someone to make a case?"

"In the final analysis, it's just the word "stop war." Chen Xing sighed, "What's more, if this chaos is not eradicated, and the day when a large-scale outbreak occurs, I don't think there is a need to fight for the Hu people and Han people. The ending is the same, it's death."

Feng Qianjun remained silent, looked down at the Senluo knife in his hand, and weighed it.

"Are you planning to go to the north with the Great Shanyu?" Feng Qianjun asked.

"I don't know." Chen Xing brows showed anxiety, "There is not much time left, and the reason why all things are silent is still unclear. At least in the next three years, I have to find my magic power for everyone. Even if I don't care about it, at least someone can fight against Feng Qianyi's master. There are not only us exorcists on earth, there must be someone who inherits the torch..."

Chen Xing got the first clue, which was related to Dinghaizhu. Although the inside story was not clear, according to records, in the second year when all things returned to silence, Dinghaizhu still contained powerful magic power, and it was impossible to escape from it.

But the world is so big, where can I find it?

Feng Qianjun said: "If you investigate the chaos, leave it to me. I will set off tomorrow morning."

Chen Xing: "Where are you going?"

Feng Qianjun said: "Maybe secretly sneaked back to Chang'an, maybe go to Luoyang for a walk, or go to find the tomb of the Eight Kings, investigate who the elder brother had met during his lifetime, and how he got the trick to drive resentment. You just need to concentrate on finding your Dinghaizhu."

Chen Xing immediately said: "Brother Feng, you can't be anxious about this..."

Feng Qianjun thought, "I can roughly drive the Senluo sword, although it is in another way."

Chen Xing did not expect that the magic weapon that was once driven by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has now absorbed resentment and was taken for himself. As if by fate, it used darkness to counter the darkness. The thorns, black vines and withered tree demons all over the mountains and fields have had a powerful effect. Feng Qianjun's identity has also inspired the art of all things in history, awakening the people of mountains and seas, leading the endless life, and has undergone a complete change.

Turned into a dark exorcist.

And rashly aroused resentment, and forcibly activate the Senluo Sword in this way will definitely cause powerful damage to the body. Chen Xing repeatedly reminded Feng Qianjun, and Feng Qianjun explained: "Don't worry, there is no place where there is no resentment, so the magic cannot be used."

This is true. Feng Qianjun wanted to sacrifice the Senluo sword and summon the withered tree demon and bloodthirsty vines. It was in a place full of resentment. As long as there were no large-scale dead people around, the sword would lack the resentment power and could not be activated.

"Give me some more time," Chen Xing replied, "Let me think about it."

Seeing that he couldn't resist Chen Xing, Feng Qianjun nodded and signaled him to go back and rest. Chen Xing wanted to sleep peacefully under the tree, but Feng Qianjun moved him and asked him to go to Xiang Shu's side.

Chen Xing passed through the open space and came to Xiang Shu. Xiang Shu didn't say a word, closed his eyes, and the hoarse crows came from the distance. Xiang Shu woke up immediately, with a little fear and panic in his eyes, looking at the place where the crows flew past.

Chen Xing observed Xiang Shu curiously, and saw that he had just recovered his calmness quickly, so he whispered: "I have to go find Dinghaizhu. What's bad is that all the records brought from the Yin-Yang Arch are gone."

"I know that place," Xiang Shu said, "follow me."

Chen Xing: "!!!"

The map drawn on the last page is called "Daze". Chen Xing made many speculations, perhaps it was Yunmeng Daze, but this place only exists in legends and cannot find the exact location now.

"In the south?" Chen Xing asked.

Xiang Shu did not answer, moved a little aside, leaving Chen Xing with a place.

Chen Xing leaned over and Xiang Shu said, "Go back to Chilechuan first, many things need the support of the tribe."

Chen Xing calculated the time. When he left Huashan, he had four years left. Now that Shenzhou has entered summer, there are only more than three years left. Time is quite urgent, but he did not urge Xiang Shu, so he had to nod.

Late at night, the plain was extremely quiet, and Xiang Shu suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

Feng Qianjun had already stood up from under the tree, took his brother's ashes, turned over the horse, and when he walked around the periphery of the temporary camp, he raised his hand and waved at Xiang Shu.

Xiang Shufu closed his eyes again, and Feng Qianjun sneaked into the twilight like this.

At midnight, the omnipresent blood-red light was filled with omnipresent blood-red light.

A huge heart like a house was hanging in the air, slowly pacing, and the tangled blood vessels were covered with the strange giant heart, spreading to every corner of the Magic Palace.

Thousands of blood vessels penetrated into the walls and absorbed the nourishment of resentment from the earth. The light of the earth's veins was refined into a continuous purple-black breath, which was injected into the heart along the blood vessels.

A scholar wearing a mask and black robe held Princess Qinghe's body in his hand and slowly walked into the Fantasy Demon Palace.

"This mortal," his heart roared, "it was so uncontrollable."

Wen Shi said: "Feng Qianyi is eager to take revenge, and was knocked out by the owner of the heart lamp to break the arrangement, which disrupted our plan."

The voice in the heart was furious: "Extremely stupid! It ruined the demon soldiers you have spent a lot of effort to train!"

The scribe replied: "Feng Qianyi has been burned to ashes, which is also considered to be punished by him. My lord, but please calm down. There are always people. There are hundreds of thousands of herders in the Chile Ancient Alliance. It is always enough to fill this gap. But Shulukong is the man..."

After a brief silence, the scribe said leisurely: "The number one warrior outside the Great Wall...even if he was selected as an exorcist and guardian, he should not be so incredible. It's really strange, why did Xindeng choose him?"

"A mortal," said slowly, "No matter how strong it is, it is limited, so why should you be afraid?"

The scribe replied respectfully, "My lord doesn't know that although the number of members of the Chilechuan League outside the Frontier is limited, it is a force that cannot be underestimated. Otherwise, it would not have been so complicated in the past. If we could use Shulu and Kong as a means of use, it would have saved a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"This is not something you should worry about now, how should you solve the Ten Thousand Spirit Array?" said the heart, "I have been dormant for many years, and I will never fail because of such an accident. And last year, Zhou Yi, the exorcist has killed two of your subordinates!"

The scribe said: "Now Fu Jian destroyed the Great Wall and exiled Shulukong, and there will be no threat to Chang'an in the short term. We are still in the dark, and Chen Xing has followed Shulukong and fled to the frontier. He will probably not return to the Central Plains for the time being. So he sent Zhou Zhen to get rid of them together, and it will no longer affect the resurrection of our Lord. Of course, now that all things have returned to silence, the mind lamp can still play a slight role, even if it is ignored, it will not cause much storm...My Lord."

The scribe placed Princess Qinghe on the altar directly under the huge heart and asked, "Please give this woman a rebirth. Next, Chang'an's all-spirit formation must rely on her."

The heart sneered, condensed a little blood, and slowly flowed down the membrane wall. A light sound dripped on Princess Qinghe's body. The corpse emitted a burst of red light and resentment lingered.

In late summer and early autumn, the sixteen Hu tribes led by Xiang Shu left the Great Wall and entered the sea of ​​grass. This was the first time in his life that Chen Xing saw such a magnificent and vast grassland. The sky and the earth were far away, and birds soared. The north of this towering Shenzhou was a different scene compared to the bustling city of Guanzhong.

Along the way, more and more people joined them by their families. The Qiang and Di tribes lived in Guanlong for a long time, but they were not treated preferentially. The various tribes conquered and fought for a long time. Once they used troops, they would be subject to heavy taxes. After years of severe drought, the people were living in poverty and had to give up their farmland and follow the Great Shanyu all the way north to make a living.

One after another, there were tens of thousands of people in this migration team, which gathered a very spectacular scene. When passing through the Great Wall, the Qin generals did not dare to stop them, so they had to turn on and release them. When they arrived at Caohai, Xiang Shu's troops found carriages from somewhere, purchased a supply of supplies before leaving the frontier, and finally gathered into a convoy and rushed to the end of the world of Chilechuan.

What kind of place is that? Chen Xing asked Xiang Shu's entourage and the answer was that it was the area north of China and where people lived.

Going further north, there are large tundra and snowy areas with wind and snow, which are desolate, and very few people who go north come back.

The major branches of the Five Hu people in Guanzhong originated from Baitou Mountain, Xing'an Mountains, Xiliang and other places, and finally became the ancient Chile League at the bottom of the Chile Sichuan. It was also the common birthplace of the Huns and the Tile people, and it was also the common hometown of all races collectively called "Hu" by the Han ethnic groups.

Just as the song sang, Chile River, under Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering all the fields.

"Living in nomadic life, there are very few doctors," Xiang Shu said, "I bought medicine from the Central Plains along the way and took it back to Chilechuan."

Chen Xing prescribed a medicine slip and asked Xiang Shu's troops to go down to buy it. In his spare time, he sat in the carriage and watched Xiang Shu write and draw on a piece of paper.

Feng Qianjun's farewell without saying a word made him very worried, but the most urgent task was to find out the whereabouts of Dinghaizhu as soon as possible. As long as the magic power returns to the land of Shenzhou, Chen Xing's burden would be lifted half. He believed that in time, the ancient industry of Exorcist would eventually recover and gather powerful forces to fight against the master behind Feng Qianyi and the "Bo" they created.

The plan for the present is to hope that Fu Jian will not carry out large-scale killings and control his resentment a little.

Chen Xing said: "I really have no clue about the 'Da Ze' mentioned in the book."

Xiang Shu's two fingers in the middle of the food are slightly hooked with charcoal strips, which is different from the Han people's pen-catching posture. However, the slender fingers look very beautiful, and outline the winding mountains, rivers and terrain on a piece of parchment paper.

Chen Xing: "Ah!"

Xiang Shu only took a look and could remember the map of the last page of the ancient book in the Exorcist Division, show it to Chen Xing, and say, "Is it here?"

On the map scene, there is a lake, behind which are three broken and towering into the clouds. There are a large number of forests on the side. The terrain is very strange. There are lakes on the plains and mountains in the lake, and Tielwen is marked next to it.

"Yes, yes!" Chen Xingru received the treasure and took it over and said, "You actually remember it all!"
To be continued...