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Chapter 524: Fierce Heart, Inscription of the Red Emperor! (Seeking monthly ticket)

Ji Zichang looked at the imperial edict and breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to abdicate the throne of emperor to Qin Wang Li Guanyi. If so, he could then take his wife and children and leave here.

Leave Zhongzhou, leave the turbulent center of the world.

Travel around and see many beautiful sights.

His shoulders relaxed and he felt a kind of trance-like quietness, a feeling that after a life of hard work, he could finally relax.

But what happened immediately afterwards was something that Ji Zichang had not expected.

He did not receive trust and support.

Both Yan Taibao and Ji Yanzhong showed a strange look on their faces.

That look was one of confusion, disbelief, and a rebuttal that followed.

Although he didn't say anything, the emotion of rebuttal was so strong and overwhelming.

Such emotions should not have appeared in these two loyal old ministers. Ji Yanzhong was a little confused and didn't know what to do. He saw with his own eyes the contents of the imperial edict written by Ji Zichang and glimpsed something.

He wanted to obey Ji Zichang's orders as he had done in the past, but this time, he could not move a step no matter what - he was born into the lineage of the Red Emperor and had been bathed in the glory of the Red Emperor since he was young.

So much so that now, nearly a hundred years later, his life, his experiences, his ideas and his way of looking at the world have all grown around that old, majestic, glorious and rotten Red Emperor.

He can help Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi can be regarded as the pillar of Zhongzhou; his experience and experience also allow him to see that the world will be stable in the future, and the Chidi lineage will lose its status as the common ruler of the world.

But the word "abdication" is still so eye-catching.

He resisted almost from the bottom of his heart and instinctively.

Yan Taibao's reaction was even more radical and direct. He took a half step forward, grabbed Ji Zichang's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what are you doing? Are you giving up the throne to Li Guanyi?!"

The old man was extremely sad and said loudly:
"How could you do such a treasonous thing?"

!!!

Ji Zichang looked at him and felt his thoughts freeze for a moment.

It was like he was walking down the mountain steadily when he suddenly stepped on empty air. The sudden feeling of weightlessness almost made him feel unconscious. This caused Ji Zichang's face to have no expression or change. He said, "...Teacher, what do you mean?"

Yan Taibao snatched the imperial edict from Ji Yanzhong's hand.

The old man from the royal family who was at the top of the seventh level did not struggle or resist.

Just like that, the imperial edict was taken away by a scholar whose martial arts level was far inferior to his own.

Yan Taibao stepped back a few steps, knelt on the ground, held the imperial edict in both hands, and said sternly:

"Your Majesty, are you going to hand over our ancestors' country and the world to an outsider?!"

"What are you going to do?!"

"My lineage of the Great Scarlet Emperor is only slightly ill. Your Majesty already has the spirit of a king. You only need to work hard to govern the country and employ wise ministers and good generals. Then one day, you will be able to revive the country. Isn't it possible to unify the world by then?!"

"Why do you want to hand over the dignity of the Red Emperor's lineage to King Qin in this way?!"

"Your Majesty, are you trying to put the King of Qin in a position of disloyalty and injustice?!"

Ji Zichang said slowly: "King Qin, are you also disloyal and unrighteous?!"

Yan Taibao said decisively: "If you want to take away the throne of the Red Emperor, then there is no difference between the King of Qin and the Emperor Ying, both are——"

"Disloyal and unjust!"

At this moment, Ji Zichang felt a sense of emptiness, as if all the blood in his body had been drained away.

He struggled to the end.

However, it was only when I fought to the end that I realized it.

It turns out that he has never had any real companions and support by his side. They are all in the same group.

Yan Taibao stepped forward:
"The King of Qin is loyal and good, and he can eventually support the Red Emperor's lineage to rule the world."

Ji Zichang looked at Ji Yanzhong, a truly loyal minister, a good teacher and a helpful friend, and at the silent and guilty elder. At this moment, the deviation of the world appeared before him.

He heard himself asking: "...If the world is like this, what should we do?"

Yan Taibao wiped the tears from his eyes and said in a thunderous voice: "The Red Emperor's lineage has a long history and a magnificent power. It has been imprinted in the hearts of the people of the world. How can it be wiped out by a brave man in one day and more than ten years of conquest?!"

"You cannot pass on the throne, but you can rely on the loyalty of the King of Qin and the people of integrity and ambition in the world. Your Majesty should stay away from sycophants and villains, and be close to talented and loyal people. If you work hard to govern the country, you can turn the crisis into safety."

Ji Zichang said slowly:

"But now, the world has changed, and Jiang Wanxiang has deployed his troops in front of us."

"How can we still work hard to govern the country?!"

Yan Taibao suddenly said: "And Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Ji Zichang was shocked: "What!?"

Yan Taibao said: "Your Highness the Princess is also the heir of Your Majesty, and the bloodline of the Red Emperor. She has the bloodline and inheritance of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor]. If she marries someone, the heir she gives birth to can also have the name and authority of the Red Emperor."

"Change your surname to Ji, return to the old capital, overthrow the name of Qin, and still be the Red Emperor."

"Yes, bloodline and inheritance are power."

"It means endless life!"

"We can still create the Red Emperor again!"

"Eight hundred years without interruption, a thousand years without extinction, as long as the Red Emperor's orthodoxy still exists, as long as the Red Emperor's blood, like the ancient red dragon, continues without interruption and is passed on to future generations, even after a thousand or two thousand years, this orthodoxy will still exist!"

"Still from the lineage of the Red Emperor!"

"It is still a matter of justice, I am a descendant of the Red Emperor."

“It still continues.”

"Still——Undying!!!"

"Immortal!"

Yan Taibao looked at Ji Zichang with utmost sincerity, and Ji Yanzhong also looked at him. The candle on the table suddenly flickered, and the light and shadow illuminated the surroundings. Yan Taibao and Ji Yanzhong seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, which hung down like a silk thread, blending with the world.

Ji Zichang turned his head and looked outside the hall door.

When he stood on a high place and looked down, he saw carriages and horses like dragons, and lights as bright as day. Against the backdrop of the night, there was a sense of dimness. In such darkness, those treacherous ministers and traitors could be seen.

The loyal ministers and good generals in front of us.

Golden-red threads seemed to appear on his body, swaying in the fire and spreading toward the sky. Finally, they seemed to be hidden in the shadows, and the twisted fate of the [Eight Hundred Years of Red Emperor] Dynasty was grasped in his claws.

In a trance.

Loyal ministers and good generals, treacherous ministers and traitors, were all the same, all wearing red and white opera masks, crawling in front of the dragon chair, in the ranks of the imperial throne, with flames flowing, shadows swaying, and when they looked up, it seemed as if millions of people were shouting in silence.

The lineage of the Red Emperor is endless, indestructible, and immortal!

Even if you die, you can still resurrect from the fire!

The so-called loyal and good.

Two sides in one body.

In fact, they are all attached to the twisted and huge world that was full of blood, justice and legitimacy for 800 years of the Red Emperor. When you want to escape from this twisted shadow, both loyal ministers and traitors will trap you with that rope.

Using time as chains and blood as ropes, they bound his hands and strangled his throat, and then dragged him back to the Golden Palace, to the highest point, where the king sat on the high place, with golden chains wrapped around his imperial robe.

It's not goodness.

It's not about loyalty or treachery.

It turns out that they are all just subject to their class.

The ministers of the old times, whether they were loyal or traitorous, still cherished the dream of enjoying rotting flesh and blood above the greater good. What they were upholding was the interests of the entire class.

Anyone who wants to betray this position, even the king himself, will be bound.

Ji Zichang suddenly understood.

He suddenly understood everything...

What exactly is the shadow that shrouds your destiny?

He is not from an aristocratic family, nor a treacherous official, nor a rebel.

But it is the eight hundred years of glory of the Red Emperor.

It is the brilliant, glorious past and the world itself.

It is the light and splendor that one enjoys.

Ji Zichang's lips trembled as he realized that he would never be able to step out of this shadow. Yan Taibao knelt on the ground, holding the imperial edict in both hands. The white-haired loyal minister and important official had lived under the shadow of the Red Emperor for eight hundred years since his birth.

He truly felt from the bottom of his heart that it was not right to abdicate in this way, and he choked with sobs and kowtowed.

Raise the imperial edict in your hand.

"Your Majesty, please take back your order!"

Ji Zichang looked at Ji Yanzhong. The benevolent old man turned his head away, not daring to look at the king's eyes. After a long, long time, he truly faced the helpless and desperate side of the world. Seeing the surging Ji Zichang remained silent and said:

"Okay, bring me the imperial edict..."

He took the imperial edict he had written.

At this time, Ji Zichang, who was bound by good, evil and loyal ministers, suddenly understood the compassion in Jiang Wanxiang's eyes and the weight of that sentence that would free His Majesty. He looked at the imperial edict and saw his own dreams, his own desires, and his own ideals.

Finally he exerted force with both arms.

The imperial edict was torn into pieces.

The emperor is just the rope that holds the world together for one day.

Under the shadow of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor], there seemed to be countless unclear faces staring at Ji Zichang, watching him tear up the imperial edict, watching this generation of Red Emperor tear the untouchable dream of the individual named [Ji Zichang] into pieces.

The jade scroll of the imperial edict fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

That dream fell, like the promised snowflakes of the North.

The world and fate are so cruel, pharmacist.

He always pushes people onto a path where they become enemies, where they cannot walk together and are unwilling to walk on.

Then the Red Emperor said: "My two beloved ministers, what you said is very true."

Chidi closed his eyes, picked up the pen, and rewrote the imperial edict. This time, it was just a few big characters written in one breath. It was extremely simple. Yan Taibao, who was kneeling on the ground, and Ji Yanzhong, who was bowing his head, saw that this imperial edict probably only had a few words.

Chidi closed the imperial edict and took back the Chidi seal.

"Then, this seal will not be given to him."

"Uncle Huang gave him this imperial edict, which is what I said to him."

Therefore, the loyal minister was overjoyed and just left.

Ji Yanzhong held the imperial edict in his arms, his lips stammered, unable to utter a word. He was a very good person with a gentle personality who would not harm innocent people, but he was also someone who grew up under the light of the Red Emperor.

Cheche said: "...This is the case. Besides."

The Red Emperor was silent for a moment, and then said, "Ning'er is young, just over two years old. In any case, she should not stay here and be imprisoned with me. Let the uncle take her away and send her to her adoptive father."

Ji Yan felt guilty and agreed without any hesitation.

"That child is very good. Even if I risk my life, I will definitely protect her!"

Chidi nodded and said, "Thank you for your help..."

"Yingguo Jiang Wanxiang, and the famous generals Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu, although the emperor's uncle is a strong martial artist, it is not easy to leave Zhongzhou with the imperial edict and Ning'er in such a siege."

"I will find a way to help you delay time."

“Create opportunities.”

Ji Yanzhong said, "Yes." Ji Yanzhong left. After that, the Red Emperor left the palace and walked forward. Yuwen Lie, who was holding a spear, opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, the famous general had a majestic and proud demeanor, like a tiger. He just nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty the Red Emperor."

The elite Tiger Cavalry behind him took action, using weapons and military formations to block the road ahead to prevent Ji Zichang from making any moves that might lead to any accidents. Everything changed in an instant.

The Red Emperor looked indifferent: "What Jiang Wanxiang said is of great importance. I cannot accept it. Even if I accept it, the officials and people under the command of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor] may not be able to accept it. Three days later."

"In the main hall, invite all the ministers and officials, the masters of the academy and the palace masters to discuss this matter together."

Yuwen Lie's eyes were sharp as he looked Chidi up and down, saying:

"Okay... Since the Scarlet Emperor has made such a decision, that would be the best."

"No matter what, your majesty is so powerful and will never harm you."

Chidi just nodded faintly.

He walked alone through this ancient, grand, majestic yet quiet palace. The sky was like a long night, and in the distance, the carriages of ministers and officials were brightly lit and noisy. In the silent place, the loyal ministers and generals were worried and murmured in their hearts.

Chidi's footsteps were calm, one step at a time.

Finally, he walked along the imperial road, along the path where the King of Qin executed members of the royal family, climbed up the jade steps one by one, and stood on a high place with his sleeves fluttering. He saw a light in front of him, and Concubine Wen was looking at him with a gentle expression.

In this palace, among the countless worldly candles, there is one left for him.

His heart softened.

Everyone has his or her own thoughts, plans, fears, and obsessions.

This night was particularly long. Chidi summoned all the clan members of Chidi's lineage, young and old, male or female, as long as they were of Chidi's lineage, they all came. Then they drank together and talked about the affairs of the world.

This went on for three days without fail. The royal family felt that this unruly rebel who had disobeyed the ancestral teachings had finally surrendered. They were overjoyed and imagined the future world and possibilities, as well as the authority and wealth that Daying would bring them.

On the last day, the sky had just brightened and a ray of dawn rose. This ancient and magnificent Zhongzhou gradually woke up, and people said hello to each other while they were awake.

It seems that His Majesty has something important to announce today.

His Majesty the Red Emperor opened the palace to the public, and if the common people wished to watch the ceremony, they could go according to etiquette. On that day, all officials wore their gorgeous clothes, and the nobles took out the weapons of their ancestors, and moved forward slowly like ants under the claws of a giant dragon.

Chidi stood in front of the most central, majestic and solemn hall. This building was like the existence of [Eight Hundred Years of Chidi], which had turned into a real existence and overlooked him.

All the officials had not arrived yet, as they were all stopped outside this special palace. This was the place where the ancestral tablets of the Red Emperor for 800 years were worshipped. This generation of the Red Emperor held Wen Wan'er's arm and looked at the tablets quietly.

The lords of all generations seemed to be in the shadows, expressionless, like the faces of ghosts drawn on white paper, rigid and wise, looking at the contemporary Red Emperor. The contemporary Red Emperor looked at the spirit tablets of his ancestors. He lit a stick of incense and watched the green smoke rising.

"Eight hundred years old Red Emperor ancestor..."

"My descendants and my wife Wan'er will eventually do something rude again today."

His body trembled slightly with fear.

But as I watched the fireworks curling up, my body slowly calmed down.

Jiang Wanxiang, wearing Wang Chaogun's robe, said, "Your Majesty, I am here!"

Destiny is coming!
Behind Jiang Wanxiang, all the ministers and officials lined up here, majestic, solemn and indifferent. Su Wang and Qilin hid among the people. Under the gaze of all the people in Zhongzhou, Chidi raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He said calmly:

"Many people from Zhongzhou have come."

"It's just the right time to bear witness!"

The Zhongzhou royal family was about to speak, but at this moment, the Zhongzhou clan members suddenly changed color, and before they could open their mouths, they suddenly vomited blood. Each of them was black in color, and it was obvious that they had been poisoned. Several of them died quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a lot of people died.

They were suddenly stunned, then looked at the Red Emperor in the curling smoke, and reacted, saying: "Yes, it's poison!!!"

"Yes……"

"Ji Zichang, you are so cruel!!!"

An old man held his grandson in his arms, coughing up blood, and shouted: "You let all the Red Emperor's core blood drink alcohol, but it is highly poisonous? ! ! You, what are you going to do!"

Yan Taibao's brain buzzed, he stood up and took two steps forward, feeling dizzy as he watched those descendants of the Red Emperor fall down, spitting blood from their mouths. Those clan members who had been fighting with the current Red Emperor for more than 20 years for their own interests all coughed up blood and died.

Young and old, male and female.

The contemporary Red Emperor clenched his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Jiang Wanxiang, do you know what peace is?"

Jiang Wanxiang looked at the king in front of him, who he judged to be without courage. The contemporary Red Emperor said softly: "As the teacher said, the Red Emperor's lineage has been glorious for 800 years. It was interrupted in the middle, but it has also been revived. You want to use the name of the Red Emperor, so what about the latecomers..."

"The Red Emperor's lineage is still alive."

"Eight hundred years, one thousand years, two thousand years later, the Red Emperor's lineage will still exist, immortal, indestructible, and endless, just like a monster, twisted and rotten, but still alive, like the most useful banner to raise the banner of troubled times!"

"There will still be people, there will be people with ambitions in their hearts, who will carry the blood of the Red Emperor and continue to gallop across the world, stirring up the hearts of the people and claiming to be orthodox. However, this is not your fault. There have been eight hundred years of chaos and eight hundred years of the Red Emperor."

"This name has become like a brand, and it remains in people's hearts."

"Today you hold the emperor hostage, tomorrow he holds the emperor's grandson hostage. The orthodoxy of the Red Emperor's lineage for eight hundred years, this shadow hanging over the world, is a perfect excuse, a reason, a tradition. The Red Emperor's lineage has been lingering on for several times."

"I know……"

King Su's expression froze as he watched the contemporary Red Emperor stretch out his hand. The emperor's twelve-chapter crown tassels dropped. He looked at the people in front of him and suddenly smiled. The fear that had risen from his heart suddenly disappeared. He just said calmly:

"For eight hundred years, the Red Emperor held a three-foot sword and established an unprecedented feat, and thus this dynasty came into being."

"Eight hundred years later, several lives and deaths."

"Isn't this destiny?"

"How can I end up in despair?!"

"If you want the world, fight for it with swords!"

He has already understood that whether it is abdication or seizing the throne, it makes no difference.

There is no doubt about the latter. The one who seizes the throne is a rebel, but the one who abdicates is also a rebel. There will also be loyal ministers and ambitious people who have been overshadowed by the Red Emperor for eight hundred years and will rise again in the name of fighting rebellion.

Yes, you and I, we all have our own destiny.

You bring peace, and I bring peace to the chaotic world.

The grass and trees on the grassland will burn to ashes, and the earth will come back to life in spring the next year.

He saw again the young boys and young men drinking under the big tree several years ago. He smiled and raised his head, looking at the curling smoke and the tablets that seemed to have turned into strange beasts in the shadows, stretching out their hands that implicated loyal ministers and officials, trying to catch him.

"I won't run away, my ancestors, the Red Emperor."

The contemporary Red Emperor laughed.

"I have enjoyed your protection and your glory, why would I run away?"

Green smoke was curling up, and suddenly a horrible fire spurted out. The raging flames directly enveloped the nine-story hall. The terrifying fire soared into the sky, illuminating the sky and the earth.

The tablets of all the ancestors of the Red Emperor's lineage were placed here, burning with flames.

!!!

King Su's expression suddenly changed. Jiang Wanxiang raised his head, stunned.

He subconsciously stopped Yuwen Lie who wanted to put out the fire.

"It's the fire of destiny!"

So, Chidi stood quietly in the flames.

So, Ji Zichang thought.

As long as the lineage of the Red Emperor has not been destroyed for eight hundred years, there will never be true peace. The remaining dead in the past are still bound to the afterlife, and only on the burnt ashes can a new path be taken.

only……

He looked at the woman who had been following him. Concubine Wen looked at him, stretched out her hand, and held Ji Zichang's hand. Ji Zichang gently embraced her and said softly:
"I really want to leave with you."

"At that time, we will travel the world together, leave this small Zhongzhou, go to see the water in the south, go to see the grasslands in the north, go to the west to see the smoke of war in the desert and the sunset, and see the vast galaxy."

"When we go out, I will accompany you to see the mountains and rivers and the scenery of the world until we grow old. Then we will find a place in this peaceful and prosperous world to watch the sunrise and sunset and the growth of all things."

"Throw the child to Guanyi."

"Seeing him frown because of taking care of the child, and then watching the child grow up, our hair turned white, watching the 16 or 17-year-old child chasing her adoptive father to ask for New Year's money, we just sat there and laughed, just laughed..."

"pity……"

Wen Wan'er smiled with tears streaming down her face:

"I'll accompany you wherever you go."

Ji Zichang laughed. The king, who had not been able to sleep in the past few days and had been constantly struggling and fearful, embraced his wife, turned sideways, and looked at the ministers and officials outside. The flames had already been ignited and exploded layer by layer.

The Red Emperor's dynasty ruled the world for 800 years. The names and files of the royal family and the tablets of previous emperors were all destroyed in the flames. The entire nine-story pagoda was like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The sky is vast and all red.

this is--

Chi Xiao.

The real Chi Xiao.

boom! ! !
The flames raged.

And so, just like that, the luck that destroyed an epoch turned into fire and rose up, transforming into a red dragon, hovering above the nine-story building, roaring with its head held high.

Thus, all direct descendants of the Red Emperor died from Ji Zichang's poisoned wine; thus, in front of the eyes of the people of Zhongzhou, the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor's lineage bid farewell to the world in a magnificent and resolute manner, and the curtain came to an end.

No abdication, no abdication.

The king burned himself to death and destroyed the Taoist tradition.

Clean and quick!
The brilliant, radiant, yet rotten and unsustainable line of the Red Emperor began with a peasant's dream one afternoon and ended eight hundred years later with the blazing fire of the last generation of the Red Emperor.

So Ji Zichang finally looked down at the world, looked at his distant friend, and whispered in his heart: Pharmacist, when the news gets through, you may find that everything is beyond your expectations.

I did not die for my country nor was I forced to abdicate.

Rather, the eight hundred years of glory of the Red Emperor's lineage should be ended by my own hands.

No problem, no problem.

The world is still there.

May you...

He suddenly thought of that drinking session several years ago. After drinking, he squinted his eyes and looked at the wind blowing towards him. It was truly a good dream.

May you——

peace.

If the world is to be peaceful, you can only help me.

Ji Zichang looked at the officials and said calmly: "I am tired."

"Everyone... step back!"

He swept his sleeves across, then held his wife and walked, step by step, into the flames that were almost burning everything. The fire seemed to reflect their entire lives, from this moment to their youth, and the last meeting in childhood.

We didn’t know each other at the beginning, but later we stayed together and never left each other, just a smile in the fire.

"Your Majesty, are you still afraid?"

The last Red Emperor narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and said softly:

"I have been myself..."

"That's satisfying enough."

His inner strength protected himself and his wife, but finally his inner energy shattered, and this special fire of destiny engulfed them both. The deep red dragon soared into the sky, but eventually disintegrated.

The last Red Emperor, Ji Zichang, committed suicide by burning himself.

The eight hundred year history of the Red Emperor began with the slaying of the snake and ended with Red Sky.

There is a beginning and an end.

(End of this chapter)