Chapter 390 – Hopeful Moon Well’s Active Warning

Chapter 390 – Wang Yue Jing’s Active Warning
Nightfall.

Western Qin’s military camps that stretched for dozens of miles, jingo and iron horses, hundreds of thousands of troops with swords and spears, waiting for the day with pillows and spears.

Between the flags and banners, the austere and murderous atmosphere rushed into the sky.

Duke Tai Seek, Song Lao Chu, Yu Si Liu and dozens of senators hurriedly calculate all kinds of possibilities.

Jiang Baner, Yuchi Shuo Maru Lie and hundreds of other generals sharpened their blades and chatted in groups about their experiences.

Xin Zhuo is the one who is the most free, with Xiao Huang, walking out of the handsome tent, along the way to observe the food and morale of the West Qin children.

The food is very rich, morale has reached the peak, after all, …… tomorrow will be divided into victory and defeat, if the king of his own family is to be the emperor of the Middle Kingdom, everyone is a meritocracy.

He smiled, and went all the way forward, and unknowingly climbed Dale Mountain.

The sky is bright with stars, and the air is fresh.

It was just that he suddenly and inexplicably felt a palpitation, for no reason at all.

Was something wrong?

Could it be that I, Xin Zhuo, am afraid of losing?

I am a mountain bandit with nothing to lose. I’ve been in trouble with the government and experienced the misery of having my martial arts skills abolished; I’ve experienced the glamor of joining a rich family; and I’ve experienced the bloodshed of conquests in the western region. ……

This is my Xin Zhuo ups and downs of life, I have lost many times, I will still be afraid?

Will I still be afraid?
He is not only afraid, but also suffers from loss.

People are only like that when it comes to the final hurdle.

He sat down on a thick grass and silently looked at the sky, Little Yellow also sat beside him and followed looking at the sky.

One person and one dog, just like every day and night of absorbing the moonlight when they had nothing.

I don’t know how long it took, a light footstep came from behind him, Xin Zhuo didn’t need to turn around, he knew who was coming, and laughed softly, “Sister Ying’er is still awake?”

“Can’t sleep!”

Cui Ying’er sat down beside him, facing the moonlight, a pair of beautiful fox eyes still carries a wildness that makes people want to conquer, her long legs are still so straight, her face is a bit rough due to years of leading the army and running around, but she is still very charming, as if she was at the beginning, she grinned broadly and wrapped her arms around Xin Zhuo’s shoulders, saying: “It has been a long time since I have chatted with you, and in the daytime there are a lot of people, so I also have to follow them salute and call you Your Highness!”

Xin Zhuo lost his smile: “If you don’t want to shout, you can not shout!”

“The rules can’t be messed up!”

Cui Ying’er seriously said: “The more people and things you come into contact with, the more you understand some of the rules, I’m not your own sister, if you shout your name with a big grin, I’m afraid that you’ll be arrested by the civil and military officials under your command!”

Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: “You are my child bride!”

Cui Ying’er was stunned for a moment: “How do you know?”

Xin Zhuo smiled a bit cheaply: “On the way we were being chased that time, you fell asleep and talked in your sleep.”

Cui Ying’er covered her mouth: “Nonsense, it’s impossible for me to talk in my sleep, I’m not Qiniang!”

Xin Zhuo laughed and looked at the stars in the sky, changing the topic: “When you were at Volsung Mountain, did you ever think that this day would come?”

“Never thought about it!” Cui Ying’er’s face was complex, her words were still so direct, “Who would think about this when you can’t even get enough to eat? I still sometimes feel like dreaming, it’s not real at all, the mountain bandits were doing well, and inexplicably fought with the emperor! Mr. Storyteller’s play wouldn’t dare to act like this.”

“Yes! I sometimes think it’s too much bullshit too!”

Xin Zhuo scratched his chin, and suddenly realized that Little Yellow had run to a bush not far away to pee at some point, and suddenly turned back and screamed like crazy.

Little yellow this guy is now a demon, that is more than psychic, what you say it all know, it this appearance, must be seeing something?
Xin Zhuo was surprised to get up and walk over, through the grass that was wet by the small yellow urine, looked inside and found a stone tablet.

Gently waved his hand, the thorn grass leaves instantly flew away, revealing an ancient, full of traces of age monument inside, facing the moonlight to see, can not help but chest jumped.

Just see that the monument is clearly written: Qin Wenzhao King duel with Emperor Yang of the Great Zhou!

What does this mean?
In this world, the order of the unified imperial dynasties of Middle Earth in the past one or two thousand years was Great Zhao, Great Yan, Great Qin, Great Song, and Great Zhou.

These days he is also familiar with the history of the classics, Great Qin did not Wen Zhao Wang this person, and there is a posthumous Emperor of the Great Zhou only this dynasty, there is no Emperor Yang. And this stone tablet, by no means more than a thousand years.

Then ……

Could this be, himself and Ji Chunsu?
The prophecy of the ancient sages?

Posthumous names are set?

“This is …… “Cui Ying’er also stepped aside, she is literate and frowned: “What is this? This can’t be an immortal’s prophecy, right?”

Immortal?

Xin Zhuo is also a little skeptical, simply sit down and wave his hand to break the stone tablet, whether it is or not is not important, love it.

Cui Ying’er once again sat aside, her hands resting on her cheeks, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Sister Ying’er, lend me your knee.”

Xin Zhuo stretched.

Cui Ying’er understood and raised her hands, Xin Zhuo moved over to lie down, his face facing Cui Ying’er’s flat little belly, smelling the sweaty, fragrant mixture of her body, for no reason there was a pang of peace of mind, lifting his hand to invoke the Moon Watching Well to replenish the moonlight, unknowingly drifting off into a deep sleep.

I do not know how long, he hit a jolt and climbed up, the surrounding seems to be foggy and misty, Cui Ying Er disappeared.

Scanning around, he subconsciously walked forward, this does not seem to be Dale Mountain either, the ground is flat, the air is filled with wet vapor.

I don’t know how long I walked, there was a dog barking in front of me, somewhat urgent.

Xiao Huang?

He couldn’t help but accelerate his pace, and when he got close, he saw Little Yellow in front, shaking his head, with an “anxious” face.

Seeing him come, biting his pants leg desperately running forward.

Xin Zhuo unknown, had to follow forward, walked half a mile, to a hillock, he could not help but eat a shock.

Surprisingly, he had returned to the top of Volsung Mountain!
There was no more fortress here, and there were no more graves, there was just a huge well, and he and Xiao Huang were standing in the middle of the well, surrounded by the rim of the well that was like a city wall.

He immediately concluded that this should be a dream.

Otherwise, what the hell was this great movement, running back to Volsung Mountain for tens of thousands of miles in an instant?
Just looked at Xiao Huang, very puzzled, since it was a dream, why did Xiao Huang run in?

And Little Yellow was wagging his tail, seemingly writing something with his dog paws.

Little yellow is writing?
He was surprised to see that it was only two dog-like handwriting:¡°Lift your head!”

Xin Zhuo genuinely raised his head, and saw that the rim of the well around him was emitting eye-catching light that went straight to the clouds.

The sky stars fighting, a white tiger and a golden dragon, a dragon and tiger fighting fighting situation.

Only in the higher sky, there was a white rainbow surrounded by the four elephants’ shadows, like an immortal’s sword, locking the white tiger.

The astral image was very terrifying!
“Great King wake up!”

“Your Highness!”

There was a sudden rush of shouting in his ears.

Xin Zhuo violently opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, Cui Ying’er was still carefully holding him, while the surrounding area was filled with civil officials and military generals, all of them anxious.

He was stunned for a moment, the first thing he did was to look at Xiao Huang, who also looked at him pitifully, still the same little earth dog, as if the dream had nothing to do with him.

Xin Zhuo’s forehead instantly filled with fine beads of sweat, he suddenly understood the astrological image.

Defeating the Great Zhou Heavenly Son, the pattern of heaven and earth changed, heaven and earth rejected!
Lesser Four Elephant Thunder Tribulation!
White awns descending from the sky to kill himself?

(End of chapter)