Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The matter came so suddenly that no one in Di's mansion even had time to react.

The gardener who was sweeping at the door was the first to come to his senses, threw down his broom and rushed out of the door. His thin and rickety figure was quickly swallowed up by the army, and his whereabouts disappeared.

The mansion suddenly became chaotic, and the servants dropped the things in their hands one after another, and fled in all directions.Ah Hu looked left and right, made up his mind to draw the knife out of its sheath, led three guards to meet him, and said as he walked, "Wait a minute, everyone, there must be a misunderstanding."

Before he finished speaking, the enemy general swung his saber and immediately beheaded the two guards on the left and right of Ah Hu.Ah Hu's heart was broken, he raised his knife and slashed at the man's shoulder, only to hear a loud sound, the man was safe and sound, but the blade in his hand was blown away.

——Gold silk mail armor, this is the armament of the elite division of the Zhenbei Army, and it was originally used to deal with the barbarians in the northern border.

The man said loudly: "The traitor Di Xiangcheng dared to assassinate the crown prince. He should be punished by the nine clans. His Majesty personally issued an imperial order to arrest him immediately. Anyone who dares to obstruct him will be punished on the spot and killed."

Before Ah Hu could speak again, he was stabbed in the head, and a slit was cut in his head.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell on his back in a pool of blood, never moving again.

The light of the knife was sandwiched by the light of blood, instantly dyeing the courtyard red.

Witnessing the tragic death of Ah Hu, Dongqing felt chills running down her back, and her fear was like a slippery snake, wrapping around him from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, gradually tightening her grip, squeezing out the remaining air in her chest, making him almost suffocate.

In his impression, his father is a hero admired by all people, and there is always glory and praise around him.But now, his father has become a traitor and a sinner.

Among the generals who led the troops into the mansion, there were even faces he was familiar with. These people were all his father's subordinates, and they all fought side by side with his father, but now they all have murderous intentions.

His eyes went dark, and he almost fell on his back, but was supported by a strong hand behind him.

He turned his head and found that Lu Zhengqiu was holding his shoulder.

He said in a trembling voice: "I...I have to save my parents..."

Lu Zhengqiu said resolutely: "No, there is only one dead end to go back now."

He tried to struggle, but found that his body was motionless, and the knuckles of the hands covering his shoulders were white, holding him firmly.

The yard was already in chaos, the servants scattered and fled, and the soldiers kept approaching. The couple retreated together, to the deepest part of the yard, where the ancestral hall of Di Mansion was.

The ancestors of the Di family are enshrined here, and the two long-burning candles on the left and right glow faintly, illuminating the altar brightly all day long.

There was a sword box on the highest part of the altar. Di Xiangcheng opened the box and pulled the long sword hidden in it out of its scabbard.

The silver light was clanging, its brilliance was like a rainbow, and it overshadowed the candlelight in an instant.

This is the treasure of the Di family, the Kirin Sword.

Dongqing seemed to have a premonition, and said loudly: "Don't, don't go, dad——" But his voice was cut off halfway.

Lu Zhengqiu covered his mouth with one hand, and firmly clamped his shoulder with the other hand. No matter how he kicked and struggled, he still didn't let go.

Outside the ancestral hall, the pursuers gradually approached.

Dongqing watched as his father's figure met the black soldiers, the Qilin Sword's sword energy surrounded him, and the primordial spirit condensed behind him.

However, that brilliant rainbow light only flashed for a short moment before being engulfed by the black shadows that followed.

The elite of the Zhenbei Army formed a ring formation, surrounded him, and several steel knives slashed at the people in the formation.

In the past ten years, Di Xiangcheng has devoted himself to the Zhenbei Army without reservation. Among the military arts he taught, of course the Di family's swordsmanship is also included.

Facing his former subordinate, the apprentice, he really had nowhere to hide. He was stabbed on the left shoulder and another knife was stabbed on the leg, and his whole body was soon covered with blood.

He struggled to break out of the encirclement, but more blades fell around him like rain, and finally one cut towards his neck.

As soon as the cold light shone, Dongqing's heart also became cold, and the chill was so piercing that he couldn't help covering his mouth.

He saw his strong and vigorous father lying in a pool of blood like a rag bag, his head rolled off his body, bleeding profusely, the Qilin sword fell far away, and was trampled underfoot by the soldiers.

Even though they were far away, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of bones breaking.

His father would never argue with him again.

He struggled desperately, wanting to cross this high wall and return to the yard: "Let me go, let me go back, I don't want to leave mother—"

But Lu Zhengqiu just clamped him firmly, covered his mouth with his warm palm: "Go, follow me!"

He felt that the other party was pulling his body, trying to take him away from the courtyard that had turned into purgatory. His hands and feet had exhausted all his strength, so he could only widen his eyes, stretch his neck, and grab the wall with the remaining strength. Desperately looked into the courtyard.

The leading soldier was still approaching, shouting: "Catch that Yushan woman alive, don't let her kill herself by biting her tongue."

Mrs. Di stood outside the ancestral hall, her petite shoulders trembling like a candle in the wind, she suddenly raised her head, stepped in front of the ever-burning candle, pulled the candlestick out of the bricks with all her strength, and threw it on the ground.

Lamp oil was splashed everywhere, and flames quickly rose along the wet spots, igniting the brocade on the altar.Tongues of fire spread in the ancestral hall, like a red wall, keeping Holly out forever.

The ranks of the ancestors were toppled in the fire, and the sword box on the highest part of the altar also fell, melting like a candle in the fire, and the flames rushed to the dome, burning the solid beams and pillars red.

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and the sound of overlapping footsteps shook the ground under their feet.

The ancestral hall began to collapse, and the sky was blurred by sparks.

Dongqing was about to burst his eyes, suddenly, he felt his mother's gaze, across the raging sea of ​​fire, staring at him in a daze.

She only took a short look, her pale lips moved, and she uttered weak words: "Child, run away, stay away from the place of right and wrong, and go back to the rivers and lakes..."

Tongues of fire ate away at her eyes and swallowed up the last lingering sound.

The dome collapsed, covering everything with falling wooden beams and bricks.

Dongqing turned her head and looked at the street market behind her. Dark clouds had descended with the setting sun, and the darkness at her feet seemed like a bottomless abyss.Just step inside, and everything he's known will leave him forever.The peaceful house, the light medicine, the embrace of parents, the hustle and bustle of the capital, and the golden life like the setting sun will all cease to exist.

Only Lu Zhengqiu's hand still supported him.

He finally lost his strength, closed his eyes, and let himself collapse in the arms of a stranger.

Lu Zhengqiu held the ten-year-old child in his arms, and quickly jumped into the darkness.

In the 42nd year of Emperor Yujian, the capital of the Dayu Kingdom changed suddenly. The prince of the current dynasty was brutally killed in the mansion.

The sinner Di Xiangcheng was deprived of his post as the Great General of Zhenbei, and his entire family was beheaded. The Dies and his wife refused to submit, and resisted desperately. They burned the ancestral halls of their ancestors, and both were buried in the sea of ​​flames, leaving only two charred bodies.

The fire of the General's Mansion burned all night, and thick smoke billowed, adding a heavy haze over the capital city of Yu State.

Dongqing stood on the hill near Anyi, looking at the raging fire.

Under the reflection of the fire, even the sunset became bleak.The golden sun faded into a pale shadow, gradually sinking down the western hills.

He murmured: "Is the sun going to be eaten by fire..."

Could it be that after tonight, there will be only endless nights left.

The darkness squeezed from all directions, he felt a chill, he couldn't help tightening his shoulders, and lowered his head.

"I haven't finished memorizing my mother's book..."

"I lost the fight, and I haven't said I'm sorry to Dad..."

"I... haven't got... the peach blossom candy..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his words were fragmented, until Lu Zhengqiu knelt down in front of him, fixed his eyes, and asked word by word: "Holly, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Dongqing raised her head slightly. In his memory, this was the first time the other party called his name.Unexpectedly, the pale and bloodless face in the impression is now more vivid and rosy than that round of dying sun.

He opened his thirsty lips and whispered in a hoarse voice: "I want to..."

The next moment, he was embraced by the man, his chin resting on his thin shoulders, his cheeks resting on the soft hair.

He heard the man say in his ear: "I accept you as an apprentice, from now on, I will be your master."

"Master...Father..." He squeezed his voice out of his throat, trying to connect these two dry words with the stranger embracing him.

From that day on, he was no longer Di Dongqing, but Lu Dongqing.

From that day on, Master was the sun in his life.