Chapter 62 True Self 1

The headache cracks.

Xingchen felt that his skull was sawed open by a saw, and his white brain was exposed in the air and tied by a burning cone. He felt that his memory was so chaotic, like the fierce wind and snow in the moonless winter of the far north grassland, and like a crystal, constantly smashing and re-gluing together.

Countless pictures that have never been seen appear in my mind, absurd, real and terrible.

He seemed to have had a long dream. In his dream, he was the son of a vassal state in Mengyang. His father was a majestic general, and his mother was a beautiful woman like a fairy. He lives in the big palace, and everyone will smile softly at him and call him 'Your Highness', saying that he will wear moon white armor like a general in the future, and follow countless loyal warriors to fight in all directions. His name will spread throughout the empire, and even the far north wolf-like barbarians will fight when they hear his name. Chest tremble.

But he doesn't feel that he will become such a great person. He just wants to look at the sky quietly, fly a kite in the open space of the palace, and sit in a garden full of rhyons to listen to birds singing. He likes such simple and beautiful things so that he doesn't want to be a general or a night lord. He is just a mediocre and weak child!

In his dream, he also has a half-brother named Ye Yuanhong. He always felt ashamed of this brother, because the throne of the son and the inheritance of the general were stolen from his brother. The father insisted on abolishing the name of his brother's mother's queen and made his mother queen the queen. According to the ancestral teachings of the Ye Dynasty, the eldest son of the queen was the son of the queen and inherited his father's rights and land. He always feels sorry for his brother, but he never blames him. My brother often said, 'In the future, when Xingchen became a general, my brother will stand beside you on a horse like a bow and arrow. Whoever you say you want to kill, my brother will fly over and cut off his head!'

That year, my brother finally put on strong armor like his father, and his big command floated behind him. He rode on a tall and majestic war horse. He really became a warrior! And he wore a robe embroidered with a blue fengxin on his chest. Looking at his brother's heroic posture from afar, he suddenly thought that he could ride a horse and go far away.

The dream turned out again. This time, he was a man with red hair like a burning flame. He was wearing a scarlet robe, and even his eyes were as red as charcoal. He licked his sharp and thin lips and said in a loud voice, "You are a god walking in the clouds. You have to live well."

Then the picture became more and more chaotic. He learned the news of Yuanhong's tragic death on the battlefield and saw his brother come back alone with injuries. I saw myself talking and laughing with my brother who had recovered from a serious injury, and I saw my brother's ferocious face to strangle himself. Seeing the red-haired man who told him to live well, smiling evilly at his mother, and seeing him raising his hands high, his father's body was thrown into the air, as if blood splashed like an explosion.

Those gentle and sharp memories are like spider webs, wrapping him layer after layer, tying into a thick cocoon and wrapping him in it.

The pictures of memories continue to emerge.

He was placed on a vast grassland again. He saw the white sheep slowly passing by, the shepherd chasing the horses with the hounds behind him, and his little slave girl looked at himself timidly with hot sheep's milk. I saw a simple-faced boy smiling, and saw the girl in a pomegranate red horse walking dress with a beautiful and quiet smile like a grassland lake.

I have met many people on the grassland, including majestic kings, crazy shamans, young generals with wolf-like eyes, and simple, simple and hard-working herdsmen. He saw himself riding a horse with the girl in a pomegranate red horse dress, and he was so scared that he couldn't even open his eyes. He saw him swinging a knife at the stake over and over again until he did not have any strength to collapse on the ground.

He saw that he was taken into a cave, but he stimulated the terrible power in his body and killed all the people who kidnapped him. He also saw the great shaman kneeling piously in front of him and whispered to him: "Emperor of Ice and Snow."

I saw myself push away the girl in a snow-white fox coat and horse skirt, saw her hugging the simple and stupid barbarian prince again, saw herself wearing bright silver lock armor riding on a horse to fight with a warrior with a lion flag, and saw myself fighting with the red-haired demon man.

Seeing that the girl he liked was nailed to the ice wall by an arrow, he saw the prince's hatred for himself. Seeing that her female slave had grown up and became a touching barbarian girl, she was hugged by her and gently comforted by her. She saw the fierce warrior cut off her head and stained her with blood and snow.

Seeing that he resolutely left the grassland in the far north, and saw him walking alone in the endless snowfield.

All the memories of the past came back. He felt that the things that had been sealed in his head for so long were breaking, like a tough plant roots that had broken hard rocks, like frozen mountains and rivers melting and unblocking, like a glimmer of light in front of people walking in the dark.

It's like I finally found myself.

The dream has finally been in line with reality. The life in Shangji City for nearly a year is fake. He is not the son of a Fanyang giant businessman, a young son of the Liang family, or an ambitious sorghum sorghum.

He is not busy with doing business and has no time to take care of his parents. He has no sister or servants at all. He is just a lonely person in this world.

His surname is 'Night'. He is the son of General Tiantian of Mengyang Town. He is a magician with noble blood flowing in his veins and a god walking on earth!

The memory was tampered with, exiled in Fanyang Shangji City, and lived in the fabricated memory, like a caged bird. In fact, it was him!

He felt that a seed was sprouting and taking root in his heart, completely tearing up the seal of blocking memory, quickly pulling branches and leaves, blooming and fragrant, and opening a blue rheuphon in the swaying wind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his coral-red eyes were full of tears.

Everything came to mind, and the sad and cruel memories of the past swept over, tore him apart and reorganized together with the severe pain on his body, putting him in the most painful hell.

The stars raised their hands tremblingly - still scarred, wrapped in white bandages, trembling slightly. He lay in ** and couldn't move, clearly feeling that his wounds were all wrapped up.

He remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. He was seriously injured by the imperial forbidden army and the ghost warriors, and finally watched Ning Zheng leave.

Ning Zheng, Ning Zheng - Although my memory was false in the days of Shangji City, you are real and really exist beside me, warming my flesh and soul.

My heart was very stuffy and stuffy. He wanted to shout out, but he only let out a series of whispers in his throat. His throat was dry like fire, and even taking a big breath would make him tremble in pain. The bandages on his body also made him uncomfortable, and the severe pain made him feel like he had been roasted on the fire.

"Wake up?"

Xingchen turned his head and saw the man in a black robe and a hood. Suddenly, he burst into tears.

"Well, Xing Chen doesn't cry. He is already a man. He can hold a knife to kill his beloved woman. You are no longer the weak child when he was a child. Now he is a man!" He reached out and lifted the hood on his head, revealing a dead gray face, as stiff and cold as a dead man, but his eyes were clear and bright, full of heartwarming concern.

"Brother Yuanhong--" Xingchen finally called out, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his voice, like a journey to walk in the long wilderness, and finally met a familiar person.

"It's me, I'm coming to you!" Ye Yuanhong's voice was low and hoarse, "Your mother told me that you are here, and I will come here. If I come first, none of those who hurt you will want to live!"

Xingchen couldn't help crying loudly, crying out all the depression, resentment, unwillingness, body pain and mental torture for so long. This young man who can kill people with a knife cried helplessly as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Then cry, it's nothing. If you feel wronged, cry. It's not shame for a man to shed tears, not to mention you and me here. My brother also wants to cry, but I can't shed tears or even blood. Ye Yuanhong sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to open the hair in front of his brother.

"I'm pressed for time. I have to explain what I want to say to you and I have to leave. Listen to me carefully." Ye Yuanhong poured a glass of water for his brother, handed it to his mouth, and said, "Mengyang has begun to attack Fanyang. This war will not end in a day or two. This is a war between the two dynasties. Many people will die and many heroes will fall, but there will also be new emperors. This is the luck of the world. What you fight for is nothing more than natural luck. This is a troubled time, but it is also your opportunity!"

The water poured into my throat, and the uncomfortable burning feeling was not very uncomfortable. Xingchen focused his head. He was no longer the one who was idle in Shangji City. He took his careless companions all day long to tease the birds and have fun. He was a lonely aristocrat who was exiled, the son of the subjugated country with the blood feud of the whole family, and the person who survived tenacitly after five years of grinding the far north grassland. After recovering his memory Only then can I find my true self.

is no longer the night star who was submissive when he was a child and even spoke softly like a girl.

"What should I do?"

"With the energy of the owner of Shangji City, he will help you stand first in Fanyang. That old man is your mother's pawn for so many years. You first occupy a place in Fanyang, and the war breaks out. This is a good opportunity to take office with military merit. Your mother will explain the arrangements to you later.

"How's your mother?"

Ye Yuanhong couldn't help smiling bitterly. All those who had seen Ye Xingchen's mother felt that it should not be the goddess who appeared in the world. Whether it was the appearance, temperament, or the most direct feeling, it made people feel like a high god. He doesn't know how his father lived peacefully with such a woman for more than ten years, and sometimes he even secretly thought that there was a secret agreement between them?