On the day he was born, there were thousands of miles of sky and dark clouds pressed over the city, threatening to swallow up the entire Jinzhou.
The Imperial Preceptor said that was an ominous sign.
The emperor, who had always believed in the art of witchcraft, was so frightened that he threw him into the cold palace.
The people in the palace were afraid of his unknown status and did not like to get close to him.
Throughout his childhood, he grew up with dead trees and weeds in the cold palace.
No one loves him.
Until he was six years old, the emperor's support was placed in the cold palace.
Even his aunt, Princess Changning, who always kept things private, also came to Leng Palace.
It was the first time for him to meet so many people.
But no one smiled.
Then his aunt walked up to him gently, knelt down, stroked his messy hair and whispered:
"Yun Ji, there is a particularly important task entrusted to you now, and it is also related to the safety of Jinzhou. Can you agree?"
His little eyes were filled with confusion.
But he had no choice but to nod.
Princess Changning smiled, then turned around indifferently.
"Here's the order, the Ninth Prince Qian Yunji will go to Beimo Country from now on. He will not be allowed to return without an order. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed without mercy."
At that time, he did not understand the profound meaning of this sentence.
I just thought he was finally leaving this deserted place.
Good.
The carriage that picked him up arrived at Leng Gongkou the next day.
He was taken to the side hall by the palace maids to freshen up, put on brand new robes, and put on a golden crown, and then he was surrounded by carriages.
Through the small window, he looked at the receding red walls and blue tiles, and his heart felt calmer than ever before.
After all, he has no feelings for this indifferent place.
There is no one here worthy of his nostalgia.
The journey north is not easy.
It's winter and everything along the way is covered in ice and snow, making it feel like hell.
The accompanying guards could not bear the severe cold, and all of them fell ill and fell on the road.
Until the end, only an old eunuch was left to accompany him.
Qian Yunji couldn't help but think.
Maybe he really is an ominous person.
Otherwise, why would no one stop by his side?
But sometimes he is lucky.
Otherwise, why did the young man survive that arduous journey?
He didn't find out until he arrived in the Northern Desert.
I still couldn't escape from the red walls and blue tiles.
He just escaped from one cold cage to another even colder cage.
The people here despised his humbleness and his Jinzhou status, and never gave him a moment of sincerity.
The intrigues among the Northern Mo royal family are even worse than those in Jinzhou.
He was involved in the fights between the princes more than once.
He didn't understand, even though he had nothing else to ask for, why were those people so sure that he had ulterior motives?
Finally, Bei Mo's wolf ambition was exposed and he launched a war against Jinzhou.
And he is like a piece of grass when abandoned, and like a chess piece when picked up.
He fell on the battlefield covered with wounds.
Just when he thought his boring and boring life was finally coming to an end, a wandering monk saved him.
He said that he had very good bones and was a good disciple for practicing Taoism.
He said that he was very talented and would become a great person in the future.
He taught him how to practice swordsmanship and draw talismans and sent him back to Jinzhou.
Qian Yunji finally found meaning in that iron sword.
He felt that he should have been born in a country home, not a royal family full of intrigues.
But when things came to a close, the old monk threw him an iron sword and left with a smile.
That was the first time he asked for help.
But the old monk smiled and said: "I am used to wandering and I don't like to have people around me."
"The whole world is my home, and you must find yours as soon as possible."
He returned to the imperial city and fell into endless confusion looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar red walls and blue tiles.
This is where he was born.
But it's not his home.
He finally left.
The old monk said that the Western Region, thousands of miles away, is the pure land for all cultivators. It is the home that monks all over the world dream of.
It should also be his final destination.
He spent another five years traveling across mountains and rivers, pursuing all the way to the Western Regions.
As soon as he set foot on this land, his body and mind felt relaxed as never before.
Perhaps what the old monk said is indeed right.
This is his final destination.
But he didn't like the strict sect, because the atmosphere there once made him feel like he was back in the imperial city with endless smoke.
After trying many sects without success, he could only make a living and wander around like that old monk to study.
By coincidence, he met Wuxiang Zhenren, the strongest person in the Four Realms, who came out of seclusion, and heard the news that he wanted to accept a disciple.
The deeds of Wuxiang Zhenren spread throughout the world.
They all said that he was a bohemian man, not like a decent monk, but more like a Northern Demon.
But Qian Yunji didn’t agree.
He feels that such a cool and unrestrained person is what he desires.
So, he followed a group of people and went up the mountain.
And he was also glad that he went up the mountain.
Wuxiang Mountain is not as scary as the rumors say.
There is not only his duplicitous master on the mountain.
There is also a kind and gentle lady.
She would make chicken soup for him to drink, even though he understood that it was for the master.
She would come to his rescue when he was scolded, she would reach out to him with a smile, and she would pull him out of the cold abyss.
will redeem him.
Will give him a real home.
What he likes most is afternoon.
Because his mistress likes to lie on the attic and bask in the sun, and his master will sit quietly next to her at this time.
He would pretend to be practicing swordplay under the tower, and then cast his eyes at them from time to time as they passed peacefully.
What he wants is not far away.
It's just such an afternoon.
But his life was so comfortable that he completely forgot that he was an ominous person.
It wasn't until the fire filled the entire mountain that night that he suddenly recalled his bleak past.
He knew it.
God will not let him go smoothly.
What he wanted and asked for, he couldn't get or ask for.
He began to have nightmares all night long. In the dream, there was an endless sea of fire, and the two people he loved most were standing in the sea of fire and questioning him.
After more than ten years of nightmare like this, he finally had hope.
He saw his little niece and saw the same smile on her face as his wife's.
While he was awake, he was also suffering.
Because he understood that the dead cannot be resurrected.
He went to Guyue City for the purpose of the soul-making lantern.
But Wen Yan was right, his first thought after hearing Gu Yue Deng was to revive the person he had never forgotten.
He does not deserve to be a leader for the common people and the world.
So when he saw the person he finally reunited with died again, the pain in his heart was greater than ever.
Since someone must sacrifice.
Then why isn't this person him?
So he raised the Taihe Liuxu Sword and wielded the sword intention.
The moment the thunder fell, he didn't feel any pain, but felt more relaxed than ever before.
