12dz Chapter 390 Yin Hong commits suicide
Chapter 390 Yin Hong commits suicide
Qishan.
Guang Chengzi picked up the Fantian Seal, then walked away silently without saying a word.
His silhouette looked much more forlorn.
"Junior Sister".
The Grand Master Xuandu, who was on the cloud, called out.
Yang Jiao sighed and took one last look at Guang Chengzi who was leaving and Yin Hong who was still kneeling on the ground before flying into the sky.
"Senior brother."
The word "Senior Brother" was particularly pleasing to the ear, and the corners of Grand Master Xuandu's mouth turned up almost imperceptibly. Even Yang Jiao herself didn't notice that she could call him "Senior Brother" so naturally.
He looked at Yang Jiao still covering her sleeve and said softly:
"You must keep the golden elixir safe."
Yang Jiao had noticed something was wrong as soon as this golden pill was able to collect Ziwei True Qi; it was definitely not a Nine-Turn Golden Pill.
She pressed her cuffs, recalling the faint purple hue on the pill, and the faint outlines of the pill imagery still visible on it.
As soon as Qingniu saw Yang Jiao approaching, he instinctively covered his mouth.
His chance to descend to the mortal realm was rare, and this time he managed to come by pestering Senior Brother Xuandu while Laozi was asleep.
The green ox was still thinking about the oranges.
His eyes kept glancing at the sleeve Yang Jiao was covering, and he wondered:
"Senior sister is covered up so tightly, it must be an orange!"
Those are bright yellow oranges.
The setting sun, like blood, illuminated countless fallen bodies. The air was thick with the stench of blood. Corpses piled up like mountains, broken armor and weapons were scattered all over the ground, and tattered flags fluttered helplessly in the wind.
This battle was far more tragic than any of the past.
Yin Hong knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the corpses amidst the ruins.
Regret came crashing down like a tidal wave.
If we had joined forces with our senior brother to subdue our elder brother the moment we learned he had gone to the merchant camp, wouldn't so many people have been spared?
He gave his elder brother time out of brotherly love, but in doing so, he caused these people to die tragically.
The moment this thought arose, it caused Yin Hong immense pain.
He seemed to see the souls on the battlefield reaching out to him, angrily questioning him why.
At this moment, Yin Jiao's corpse lay behind him, piece by piece, its original shape no longer recognizable, shattering Yin Hong's last psychological defenses.
A difference in thought.
Instead of making Yin Jiao change his mind and reform, it caused an even greater disaster.
He turned around, gathered up Yin Jiao's body parts, his hands stained with the blood of his closest relative, which also stained his eyes the same color.
An adult's torso, when finally gathered together, is nothing more than a pile.
When he finally found Yin Jiao's siblings, the last thread of his resolve snapped. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and all he could hear was his elder brother's voice:
"Little brother, as long as your big brother is here, I will definitely protect you."
“Hong’er, you are my younger brother, the one who will share the world with me in the future.”
"You're raising your sword to kill me? We're brothers!"
A tear fell onto Yin Jiao's severed hand.
"Big brother..."
They shared the same father and mother and grew up in the royal court of Chaoge. Their father taught them the ways of governing the country, and their mother doted on them.
They should have been the closest brothers in the world.
Those childhood vows should have been fulfilled one by one.
How did their lives turn out like this?
The older brother who promised to protect her forever became the one who was ruthless in front of her.
Yin Hong was so tormented by this sense of separation that his Dao heart was completely destroyed.
then,
He resolutely stood up, held Yin Jiao's severed hand, and unfolded a Tai Chi diagram.
A magnificent scroll unfolds, seemingly drawing a dividing line across the battlefield where flesh and blood fly.
Beyond the painting were corpses lying haphazardly across the ground;
The painting depicts joyful laughter and peace throughout the land.
As Yin Hong looked inside, he felt a sense of awe. The magnificent mountains and rivers transformed into walls and towering pavilions.
A butterfly landed on a peony in full bloom. A hand reached out, and the butterfly hurriedly flew away.
Then, a kind and loving voice rang out:
"Jiao'er, Hong'er, come quickly to your mother."
The two children, one big and one small, responded and, like weary birds returning to their nest, rushed into the beautiful woman's arms, their innocent faces filled with happiness as they cried out:
"Mother."
Empress Jiang lovingly wiped the sweat from her two sons' playful brows with a handkerchief, then gently touched Yin Jiao's nose with her finger, as if giving a reproachful sound:
"You're destined to be a king, yet you're still so playful."
A look of piety appeared on Yin Jiao's youthful face as he proudly raised his head and made a promise to Empress Jiang:
"Don't worry, Mother. When your son grows up, he will be the best king in the world. I want my people to live in peace and prosperity and never suffer from war again."
Empress Jiang lovingly tidied his disheveled hair and praised him:
“My son will surely be a great king who brings blessings to the people.”
Yin Hong pouted and muttered to himself:
"And what about Hong'er? What is Hong'er doing?"
Yin Jiao grabbed his younger brother's shoulder and said loudly:
“Hong’er, from now on, you will be like Grand Tutor Wen. I will also bestow upon you the Golden Whip of Kings. I will govern the people of the world, and you will govern your elder brother.”
"Yeah."
So many wonderful things.
Outside the Tai Chi diagram, Yin Hong softly echoed his childhood self:
"Yeah."
As he spoke, he held Yin Jiao's hand and resolutely stepped into the Tai Chi diagram...
Yin Hong made all the wrong choices.
First, in order to give his elder brother a chance, he let ten thousand people die under the Heaven-Turning Seal.
He then personally killed his elder brother with a sled.
The Way has been destroyed, and the human heart is also dead.
Rather than being tormented to death by these agonizing sights one day, it would be better to die within the Tai Chi diagram and see what they originally looked like.
Yin Hong had a blissful smile on his face. Without hesitation, he strode toward the wall, where his mother and elder brother, who had not yet died tragically, were still there.
The Tai Chi diagram unfolds because of him, a scene born from his thoughts.
He glanced back at Yang Jiao, who was rushing towards him, and gave her the same smile he had when he recognized her on the day he came down the mountain, as if he had never experienced any of this.
Relaxed and pleasant.
He cupped his hands and said:
"On behalf of my muddle-headed elder brother, Yin Hong expresses his gratitude."
"My brother and I wish our benefactor a bright future."
The words were spoken.
The entire Tai Chi diagram slowly rolled up under his mind.
The magnificent palace and its beautiful scenery slowly came to a close.
Yin Hong's limbs turned to ashes, to fulfill the brotherly bond between him and Yin Jiao.
Yang Jiao landed and reached out to catch the scroll of Tai Chi diagram.
It lay calmly in her hand, without a trace of life, the scroll tightly wrapped, as if it had never been opened, as if the person whose mind had just collapsed had not died inside.
"Yin Hong".
Yang Jiao waved the soul-summoning banner, but could not summon his soul.
The voice of the Grand Master Xuandu came from above her head; he said:
"Let his soul remain inside. When the gods are conferred, I will send him to the Conferred God Platform."
Yang Jiao responded softly:
"Ah."
Grand Master Xuandu coughed lightly.
Yang Jiao paused in her action of stuffing the Tai Chi diagram into her sleeve, then continued to do so as if nothing had happened.
Grand Master Xuandu felt that he had discovered another personal hobby of his junior sister.
He chuckled, raised his arm, and bent his fingers for a moment.
The Tai Chi diagram that Yang Jiao was about to steal flew back into his hand:
"I can't give it to you right now."