The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

Huai Yan was stunned.

Until I saw the room full of portraits and floral drawings.

His head was buzzing.

The whole person stood there in a daze!

On hundreds of scrolls.

An unremarkable magical herb blossoms from a bud into a flower.

After a hundred years, it transformed into a human form.

Without exception, all of them have detailed records of time and place!

After using his powerful spiritual sense to lock onto all the scrolls in the secret room and absorb them into his sea of ​​consciousness one by one.

Huai Yan's pupils were filled with shock.

The pictures of the past in his mind appeared vividly and automatically in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The first painting I met was probably created by Biancheng himself.

It depicts the shocking scene of the severe drought in the State of Chen in the mortal world at that time.

The seriously ill Crown Prince Biancheng was ordered by the emperor to go out and understand the people's sentiments.

He brought back a withered grass that had been trampled by horse hooves from the dry countryside and brought it back to the Prince's Mansion to be carefully cared for.

The drought lasted for two years.

There were starving people everywhere, and countless people died of starvation. The entire State of Chen was in dire straits.

The magical herb in the prince's mansion came back to life under the prince's care.

The branches are like jade carvings, the leaves are lush green and crystal clear, and the whole body exudes a rich aura and vitality.

The prince's condition gradually improved with the nourishment of spiritual energy.

The prince was horrified, but did not dare to make it public.

Your Majesty today hates the talk of ghosts and gods the most.

If he knew about this, it would probably cause trouble.

At that time, the old emperor of Chen was seriously ill.

The Crown Prince, who was in charge of the government in Biancheng, held a grand rain-praying ceremony in the capital on behalf of the people of Chen State, begging God for rain.

However, the rain was slow to come.

The capital was filled with starving people, the people were eating their own children, and riots broke out frequently.

The emaciated victims squirmed their bodies and crawled around the Prince's Mansion in a black mass, and then gradually died.

They accused the crown prince of being incompetent and unfit to be regent.

"Look, this is our good prince of Chen! He drinks wine and eats meat in there, hugs beauties, but lets us starve to death on the roadside..."

"They pushed the people to death, and when it came to collecting grain and paying taxes, they were more active than anyone else!"

"We have exchanged children. Let's just wait and see after these few days! The Crown Prince is unkind and the Emperor is incompetent!!!"

"Let us die before the palace walls, and let God see the suffering of the people of Chen! Please have mercy on us and punish us!"

The helpless cries and the dull sound of people crashing to death against the city walls echoed in his ears every day.

The prince suffered from inner torment every day and became more and more desperate.

Every day when he returned home, he would sigh and lock himself in his room.

The spiritual grass heard his daily sighs, and used all its spiritual power to transform into spiritual rain, bringing down a sweet downpour that lasted for three days on the State of Chen.

The dry earth comes back to life and all things grow.

The people of Chen State knelt on the ground and knelt in front of the Prince's palace to thank him for his great kindness.

The Emperor of Chen State recovered from his illness thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual rain and was able to return to court to govern the country.

Crown Prince Biancheng refused to eat or drink and locked himself in the palace.

He held the dying grass in his arms for four whole days, feeding it with his heart's blood every day.

He knew that it was Xiaocao who sacrificed herself once again to save him and the State of Chen.

He was powerless and felt useless.

I can only water the spiritual herb with my own blood, hoping that it can survive.

The grass, nourished day and night by the blood in his heart, regained its vitality.

Biancheng cried with joy, as if he saw the hope and light of life again.

From now on, I will keep this little grass with me and never leave it.

One person and one grass have been together for several years.

Life is pretty happy.

However, the good times did not last long.

After the State of Chen became rich and powerful, its neighboring countries envied it and jointly invaded. The whole country broke out into war and fell into turmoil.

The crown prince, a frail civil servant, was sent by the Chen Emperor with ill intentions to represent the Chen State in the eastern expedition.

The Crown Prince had been frail since childhood. As a civil official, he cultivated the philosophy of managing the family, governing the state, and pacifying the world. Standing in the court, sharing the old emperor's worries and solving his problems, consumed a great deal of his energy and strength. Before Xiaocao arrived, the Crown Prince needed to be kept alive daily with precious medicinal herbs, only being able to stand before the court the next day.

But his father had ulterior motives, knowing full well that he had never touched a sword in the past sixteen years.

If we go to the battlefield like this, we will face the iron cavalry army of multiple countries.

I'm afraid he will definitely die.

Emperor Chen knew this very well, but this was exactly what he wanted to see.

The last rain-praying ceremony.

The prestige of Prince Biancheng in the eyes of the people of Chen State even surpassed that of the emperor.

The old emperor was unable to sleep or eat, and secretly became suspicious of Biancheng.

He did it to boost morale, but also for the dark thoughts in his heart.

Despite opposition from all the ministers, he insisted on his own opinion and sent his only son out!

What he wanted was for the prince to die on the battlefield.

From then on, he could sit back and relax and be his emperor.

But the old emperor did not expect this.

Biancheng was lucky enough to survive this war miraculously.

On the battlefield, Xiaocao helped the prince avoid countless enemy attacks and helped him win the battle.

Chen State won a great victory.

When the prince returned to the capital, the people along the way lined the streets to welcome him.

The Emperor of Chen was furious. He learned about the magic grass from his soldiers and became more and more wary of Biancheng.

As soon as Biancheng returned to the capital, he was stripped of his military power and forced by the old emperor to hand over the magic herb.

Naturally, Biancheng refused to comply, and was placed under house arrest in the emperor's palace.

When the neighboring country failed to invade, it resorted to plague.

It didn't take long.

A widespread plague broke out in the State of Chen, and those infected died suddenly soon after.

The royal palace and the prince's residence became the hardest hit areas.

Lingcao used his spiritual power to save the prince and his people again.

News came from the palace.

The old emperor is critically ill and his life is in danger.

The eunuch, following the old emperor's instructions, ordered the crown prince to go to Biancheng and bring the magic herb to the palace to treat the emperor.

How could the prince treat a disease?

But the imperial power oppresses people.

He felt bitter in his heart, but had to obey the emperor's order.

Xiaocao releases his spiritual power to save people in the palace day and night.

The prince fed the grass with his blood every day, and even kept it in his arms when he slept.

"Little Grass, I will take you far away and live in seclusion from now on~"

"Let's stop caring about worldly matters and find a place where no one is around to be free and live the life we ​​want~"

A breeze blew, and the withered leaves of the grass rustled in the wind.

It seemed like a response to Biancheng.

That night, Biancheng had a dream.

He dreamed that his grass turned into a human form.

The two of them lived in a secluded paradise, free and unfettered, from then on...

But human hearts are unpredictable.

The dream ended in vain.

With the help of the grass.

The plague in Chen State receded.

The enemy country was shocked.

The Emperor of Chen was also shocked by the magic grass's methods.

When he saw that the prince had such a treasure but did not give it to him, he immediately wanted to kill his son and take the treasure.

Little did they know that in order to save Chen Guo, Xiaocao had exhausted all his spiritual power and withered and died again.

The old emperor was vicious and sent hundreds of royal guards to surround the prince's mansion overnight.

Without the protection of the magic herb, the Prince's Mansion was massacred in one night.

Prince Biancheng, carrying the scroll and the grass, was chased all the way to a cliff.

After learning that the man behind his murder was actually his biological father.

He was filled with despair and finally jumped off a cliff and died with hatred.

When he died, he was still holding a withered grass in his hand.

Biancheng worked diligently for the State of Chen all his life.

But unexpectedly, he was killed by his own father in the end.

Such a tragic end...

A piercing pain spread from my chest.

Huai Yan's face turned pale, and he felt as if his heart was being gripped by a big hand.

His eyes were crimson, sparkling and filled with mist.

A dull pain ripped at his chest, almost suffocating him.

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. He's already so pitiful, why can't we just let him go..."

"Damn it~"

..........

Later scenes.

It tells the story of Xiaocao at the last moment.

Fighting to the death to protect the soul of Biancheng.

One soul and one grass, a bloody scene of fighting with the residual souls in the ghost mountain of the underworld.

Biancheng was originally a weak and frail man, but because of his obsession and to save the little grass in his arms, he used his ribs as knives and fought bloody battles with thousands of ghosts for three whole years.

Three years later, the gates of Hell at Nether Mountain opened wide.

New ghosts are pouring into the ghostland.

At that time.

Biancheng was disfigured, with a long scar on his handsome pale face, and the prince's robe was tattered and stained with blood.

But there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes looked gently at the withered yellow in his hand.

Her lips were slightly closed, and she was whispering something.

Huai Yan's eyes were misty.

His heart was broken, and he bent over and gasped for breath.

I can't bear to watch any more.

But he couldn't help wanting to know about the past of the two people and every little thing that had happened.

The following series of scrolls.

The scene depicted in the picture is suffocating and desperate.

Biancheng has been in the ghost realm for many years and has been asking for help from others to treat his grass.

But he was met with countless cold stares from the ghosts in the ghost den.

The ghosts bared their fangs and claws, surrounding him and the withered grass, bullying and trampling them.

"Hey, isn't this the Crown Prince who lives a life of luxury? How did he end up in this den of demons?"

"I heard that your country was destroyed. Could it be due to your stupidity and incompetence?"

"The ruler of Chen was cruel and merciless. He set fire to all the flowers and plants in Chen, and even burned all the people's crops. He was a truly incompetent ruler. You are his son, and I don't think you are a good person either!"

Even though the almighty Crown Prince had experienced the fierce fighting in Nether Mountain, his cultivation was not good enough, and when he arrived in the ghost realm, he was trampled and insulted by the ghosts.

Biancheng had to swallow its anger and hide from these ghosts.

He went to the worst place in the ghost den alone and practiced hard.

Wait until you reach the realm of demons and monsters.

There are fewer bullying voices around.

When the high-level ghosts saw him wandering around with a piece of broken grass all day, most of them thought he was mentally ill, so they stopped bullying him.

When Biancheng was traveling in the ghost den, he met a crazy old man who told Biancheng that if he wanted to save the magic grass, he could only go to Qingfeng Sect.

Yun Zhonghe, the leader of Qingfeng Mountain Sect, is a righteous and powerful person who knows everything in the world. Saving a magical herb is naturally a piece of cake for him.

However, it is very dangerous for Biancheng, a ghost cultivator, to go to a righteous sect alone.