Spring and Autumn I Am King

"Nanzi, do you think there is really no **** in the world?"

She had nightmares again and again. In her dream, there was a dark shadow with wings. Ten three-legged birds were covered in flames. This article is by . lwχ520. starter

She walks in the world of chaos, surrounded by ignorant people dressed in animal skins. The sky belongs to God Haotian, and Di Jun is his human avatar. In the extreme north, there is a man with a red face, a red body, and a thousand-li-long candle. It opens its eyes for day, closes its eyes for night, breathes in for winter, and breathes out for summer.

Suddenly, a heat wave hit, Nanzi looked up, and six flying dragons pulled a splendid military chariot through the sky. Above it was the long-haired Sun God Xihe, and the chariot carried Jinwu.

"Nanzi, how do you think the witch was born?"

Rumbling, thundering everywhere, the sky collapsed, the flood was monstrous, and the gravel kept falling from the tens of thousands of feet, leaving Nanzi nowhere to escape. In desperation, she saw all the people kneeling on the ground, praying for the protection of ghosts and gods. The best of them were brilliant, and they treated sacrifices with respect and integrity, so that the will of the gods came to them.

Among these people, the males are called guo, and the females are called witches!

The witches are the leaders of the human world. Their talents make the heaven and earth suitable for each other. Their holy light can shine far away, their eyes are bright and can see everything, and their hearing is sensitive and can reach all directions.

These people set the sacrificial positions and the order of honor and inferiority for the ghosts and gods, and stipulated what kind of animal sacrifice utensils to wear and what clothes to wear. Inspired and taught by them, the people were simple and honest, and offered food to the gods, so that the gods could hear the people's prayers, so they blessed the crops to grow, the disasters were eliminated, and the disasters did not come. Heaven and earth were in harmony, and at that time, the chief was a wizard. A wizard is a chief.

Sovereignty and divine power are one from beginning to end.

Nanzi breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes darkened. When the light lit up again, he saw that the leader with white hair, fair face, and a phoenix crown suddenly died in a hunt. He was the Shaohao clan, the owner of the poor sang, and the funeral was extravagant and solemn, with hundreds of birds gathered and weeping endlessly. But behind this, Shaohao's sons were intrigued and split was imminent.

Nanzi heard the empty, shaman-like voice reciting above her head: "When the Shaohao clan declines, the Jiuli people disturb morality and government, the people and gods are mixed up, and it is impossible to distinguish the name from the real. Everyone holds sacrifices, every family All of them are history of witchcraft, sacrifices have no law, and the people despise their pledges. They lose their awe. So the grains are not blessed by the gods, disasters and disasters frequently come, and the world is in chaos again.”

The millet was dry and withered. The land is short of water and cracked, the people are tired and thin, Nanzi frowned, watching the alternation of chaos in ancient times, witches played a pivotal role in it!

Fortunately, after a hundred years of chaos, Emperor Zhuanxu, who was dressed in black, inherited the position of the tribal leader. Communicate with the gods and order the red-robed fire named "Li" to come to the place of sacrifice. In this way, the people are taught to restore the original order. This is the deeds of Zhongli Tongtian and Jedi.

Later, Sanmiao inherited the fierce virtue of Jiuli, which once again caused chaos in heaven and earth, so Di Yao re-bred Chongli's descendants as witches, and let them take charge of the sacrifices of heaven and earth again. Inherited by the descendants of Chong and Lai...

monarchy and theocracy begin to separate...

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"Nanzi, because of my lack of virtue, do you disdain the witch? Look at your most revered eldest mother, Xin (Fuhao), she is also a witch. At that time, the witch was not required to be a witch. virgin..."

Nanzi saw the sun shining on the prosperous Guifang grassland, the air was full of soil and life, the wind was blowing and the grass was moving, and the blue waves were rippling like an ocean.

She came in a chariot, her eyes were bright, she was not angry but majestic, she was strong and sharp, and she was majestic. The dragon-patterned bronze tomahawk in his hand was no lighter than the weapon held by the soldiers of the Song Palace. The other tiger-patterned copper tomahawk was attached to his waist and could be thrown out at any time to cut off the heads of aliens.

Behind her, there are three thousand archers!

Returning from the victory, the countless Diqiang prisoners were sacrificed to the Emperor of Heaven. Fu Hao was cheered by the Dayi merchants. Besides being a general, she also had a special position, that is, the great witch who presided over the sacrifice!

In the era of good women, people were superstitious about ghosts and gods, worshiping the mandate of heaven, and ritual divination was very popular. And the woman who holds this highest priestly power is not only powerful and beautiful, but also has a broad knowledge and a high status. Like her husband Wu Ding, she is the ruler of hundreds of millions of people!

Nanzi suddenly found out that Fu Hao had his own face, and her husband Wu Ding was Zhao Wuxi?

He embraced her with his strong hands, fondled her, teased her, made her laugh, and she began to **** at him with her peach blossom eyes. The stars looked down at them with a smile.

Everything in front of me is so similar to that night.

Nanzi smiled. Although she threw a wink at countless people, she was really close to that level, but Zhao Wuxi was the only one.

But suddenly, the stars disappeared, Nanzi fell into the Song Palace, it was so cold, ghosts lined up on both sides of the long hall, wearing the faded costumes of ancient kings, holding a jade tomahawk, and looking at her angrily.

"Kingslayer, death penalty!"

The ghost, that is the ghost of the past, they together constitute a cage, imprisoning Nanzi.

Nanzi was confused, she panicked, and then, the world was on fire.

That tall building in the fire is Tong Palace...

She saw countless pasts, and finally, saw reality again.

Song Gongluan stood in front of her and screamed sharply: "Nanzi! You sinner who murdered his father, I will take you to see Si Ming!"

His face was twisted and ugly, and he stretched out two eagle-like hands to grab Nanzi. Nanzi panicked, she fell to the ground, and her feet kept kicking the dead father's down, and he fell off the edge of the high platform.

"The descendants of the Profound Birds of Destiny will not fall to their death!" Song Gong continued to fall, and he roared unwillingly. Nanzi was horrified to find that black feathers really grew on his body, which turned into black wings, as if they wanted to fly high.

However, they all melted like wax in the sun...

There was a dull landing sound from the Tong Palace high platform. Red blood plasma and white viscous brain juice flowed down Gong Song's face like cheese, covering his beard. It flowed into the mouth, filling the gaps between the teeth.

He gritted terribly **** teeth. Looking at Nanzi, he cursed: "You will get retribution. If there are ghosts and gods in this world, I will never let you go!"

At the end of the speech, Song Gong's soul broke away from the body of the dead and turned into bones, and he flew into the sky. He was wearing armor, driving a chariot drawn by a black bird, and holding a red bow. Aimed at Nanzi's face.

Run away, she turned to run away, Nanzi has been running away from childhood to adulthood, from one cage to another, and is still running away, escaping the ghosts of the past behind him. Ren Yan's father's love is like a mountain. Even if he dies, he is still a heavy mountain in Nanzi's heart, and he has to crush her to death.

The arrows with hatred kept coming, and the pain was like a sharp knife. Riding across her back, she only felt her skin being torn apart, and smelled the stench of transpiring blood.

Nanzi vaguely knew that this was a dream. The exit of the dream seems to be in front, but no matter how you escape, you can't escape, it's so far, so far. She could feel the cold breath coming towards her from behind, and the pain of fear was nothing. If she was caught, she would fall into a situation more terrifying than death, and would forever wailing alone in the boundless darkness.

"Help me, who will save me?" She cried out helplessly.

"No one's going to save you..." said the ghosts, and they had the faces of Young Master Chen, Young Master Zhong Tuo, Chao Wei, and Hou Yuanxiang's brothers. Oh, and there is also the difference between the prince-in-law of Wu State. They had wicked smiles on their faces.

"No one will come to save you. You can only be a plaything in this life."

Countless hands stretched out. He groped around Nanzi, tore her skirt, and wanted to defile her.

Until, when she bumped into someone, he opened his arms and gave her a hug that warmed her heart, driving away all the darkness between heaven and earth.

It was Zhao Wuxi. He was wearing a jet-black armor with a black bird pattern on it, and he spread his wings. He rode a horse of the same color and hugged Nanzi across the back of the horse. When Nanzi looked up helplessly, on his helmet A flame was burning in the narrow slit of his eyes.

"Nanzi, I don't dare to say that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and I don't dare to say that there are. I respect ghosts and gods and keep them away, but I still feel that it is human, not God's will." Zhao Wuxi whispered weakly, blocking Song for Nanzi. The arrow of vengeance shot by the public.

"Have you heard the story of Chongli Tongtian and Jedi? Aren't you afraid of the revenge of ghosts? How about just being a media wizard who controls ghosts, gods and the people? The sky listens to the people, and the sky sees the people, as long as you can stay. The people are doing better than your father, I think even if there are ghosts in the world, they can't go against the people."

"Great witch?" Nanzi remembered that he was surprised at the time. Is this your arrangement? She pretended to be aggrieved and said, "A gentleman would rather leave me alone for life than want me?"

His words still echoed in his ears: "A great witch, do you know what this means? Nanzi, your face is easy to grow old, even if you are as lasting as Xia Ji, your beauty will not last for twenty or thirty years. I don't want to let it go. The relationship between you and me is limited to five years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, limited to boring men and women, spirit and flesh, I hope that even if you are over sixty years old, with this status, you can still help me, Help me create a different China."

His ambitions are lofty, and he is no longer the prince who has nothing. He seems to be able to see into the future, and Nanzi can only listen to it now.

"Go." He smiled and said, "Song Guo will rely on you in the future, but I will always take care of you."

When the dream returns to reality, it is not far from waking up.

The burning Tong Palace disappeared, those wooden or stone cages disappeared, Song Gong's ghost evaporated, the darkness faded, and even Zhao Wuxi's body gradually turned into nothingness.

Nanzi woke up screaming.

...

When Nanzi reluctantly let go of her lover's hand and opened her eyes, there was a bitter taste of smoke and dust in her mouth, and tears were streaming down her face.

"What's wrong with me?"

She rested on Da Wu's lap and had a long dream, or maybe she just listened to her tell a story.

The witch stopped the song she hummed softly, stroked her hair, and asked lightly, "So, Nanzi, do you know what a witch is?"

"I know." Nanzi replied with tears in his eyes and choked up.

When history becomes legend.

When legends become myths.

When the myths have been mottled a little bit.

When the dust of time annihilates everything.

Their names, their stories, are still spreading over the years.

Just as the sun hangs high in the sky~www.wuxiahere.com~ illuminates the earth forever and never goes out.

Remember, there was once a group of people who stood between heaven and earth, like pillars of the sky, never bowing to anyone, except the gods.

They pray for wind and rain, they record miracles, they look up at the stars, they pass it on from generation to generation, they lead China from ignorance to civilization, they are witches, and the founders of all civilizations!

"You finally understand."

Da Wu smiled, Nan Zi found that she was still very beautiful when she smiled, she dipped a little red paint on her fingers, like Yan Zhi from the sacred Red Mountain, and lightly tapped on Nan Zi's forehead: "This is Wu, From today, Nanzi, you are one of them..."

ps: Cough, I didn't stop for a while, so I would like to pay my respects to Xuehong. Today, I will continue to drive back to my hometown. That's it for now. It will only be available tomorrow night. Try the third watch on the first day of the new year. Don't scold me if you can't do it. By the way, there are red envelopes for Jiaqun, and then the illness in July is finally better, so you don't have to worry (to be continued.)

ps: Thanks for the reward on the 5th! Thanks to book friend czdxh042408, Yelou, Tang Minhang, the 1st Guards Tank Brigade, just talk about it>