'My name is Gonggong, Water Minister of the Human Clan, hahahaha, are you called Zhuanxu?'

'Zhuanxu was named by taking the meaning of the Great Sun, and being from the Gaoyang Clan, taking the sign of the Great Sun.'

'This sword is for you.'

The tall youth, holding a sword horizontally, handed it over: 'This sword was forged by me personally.'

'The Great Sun hangs high, inevitably casting shadows. Take this sword and slay all those "shadows" that deceive the Great Sun of Gaoyang.'

The laughing youth in front of him disappeared, turning into the image of himself stabbing him through the heart and falling to the ground.

And the proof of the Great Sun, the famous sword Huaying (Shadow Painting), was in his hand, emitting an ominous bloody light.

Zhuanxu suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly, his face pale. The Tushan girl next to him was awakened, looking at Zhuanxu cautiously. The boy's mouth twitched, and he said, "Ah... it's A-Lu. I had a nightmare. I even dreamed that I killed Gonggong Da-ge (Big Brother) with the Huaying sword he gave me."

Nü-Lü looked at the muttering boy, not teasing him as she usually did, but gently took the young Zhuanxu into her arms, her forehead touching the boy's black hair. Zhuanxu's murmuring voice became weaker and weaker, eventually his body trembled, turning into bursts of sobs.

"I killed him..."

"I killed him!"

"It was me..."

Nü-Lü's eyes were filled with pity.

Gonggong and Xuanyuan departed one by one, and even though Zhuanxu was in great pain, he could only gather his spirits and deal with matters again, just as Gonggong had said, he could not, and should not, be childish anymore.

Organizing government affairs, arranging for the treatment of the wounded, and revising agreements with various races.

After the great war and catastrophe, there were still matter after matter that needed to be dealt with.

And when the situation of the Human Clan finally eased slightly, and those accumulated affairs were resolved, Zhurong looked at the qin and se (zither and lute) put away by Zhuanxu, and said with a complex expression, saying that sentence.

"The qin and se are already covered in dust."

The qin and se that he loved so much in his youth, to the point that Shao Hao directly threw it into the East Sea, because he hadn't played it for so long, even the tune was no longer accurate, and the strings and body were covered in dust.

"Zhuanxu, how are you going to settle the Gonggong tribe?"

The boy, who tied his originally soft black hair with a jade crown, revealing his forehead and sharp eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "If some are willing to stay here, then they will stay in the hinterland of the Human Clan. If they are unwilling, if they want to leave, they can..."

Zhurong said, "...Then, what about the truth of this matter?"

Zhuanxu closed his eyes, thinking of the appearance of the Gonggong tribe he had secretly gone to see. That night, they were still sleeping peacefully, waiting for the hero-like return of Gonggong to take them home, and there were several children waiting for Gonggong's bedtime stories and comfort.

But what they waited for was only the news of Gonggong's rebellion, and a cold corpse.

Zhuanxu simply didn't dare to look at them.

Now, he said slowly, "I'll go and..."

Zhuanxu, you can't run away like you used to.

The voice of Gonggong echoed in the boy's ears, and he suddenly couldn't continue, as if something was stuck in his throat. After a long silence, he held the Huaying sword, and then he opened his eyes, hearing himself answer like this, his voice empty and cold:

"...With so many people talking, if even one person spreads the news, Gonggong Da-ge (Big Brother) will have died in vain, and they will be in danger. They will be captured by the remnants of the Zhuolu War and used as tools to coerce the Human Clan, and their souls will be extracted."

"So, for their sake, and for the sake of the Human Clan..."

"They cannot know the truth."

Zhurong looked at his friend in front of him. The gloomy, scattered hair had already been tied up, revealing his deep eyes. Zhurong smiled complexly: "...You really have changed, but as a ruler, this is a qualified change."

"The qin and se are already covered in dust, shall we play another tune together?"

Zhuanxu readily agreed.

The two sat facing each other, playing the qin, just like when they were still in the Shao Hao Kingdom. The music was quiet and deep, one like a bird flying south, the other like a deep valley. The friendship of these ten years, since they first met in the Shao Hao Kingdom, meant their music had long been in sync, but now they could no longer coordinate.

Zhuanxu's hand trembled, and the string of the ancient qin in his hand snapped.

A noisy, jarring sound appeared in the music. Zhurong also stopped playing, holding the ancient qin in his hand for a long time without speaking. Finally, he hung the qin back on the wall and said, "...I'm leaving too, Zhuanxu."

The handsome man said softly, "I told her that I would go to Kunlun to see the jade dragon snow peaks, to see the turbulent waves of the South Sea, to see the stars rise and fall in the Great Wilderness, the ten suns and ten months revolving without end. Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

Zhuanxu's throat tightened.

Zhurong's smile faded, and he said, "Even if it wasn't my intention, I ultimately lost her for the sake of the Human Clan. I can no longer stay here... But rest assured, rest assured... I will still help you maintain the stability of the mortal world from the outside."

"Until the next generation arrives."

The lingering sound of the qin was still present. Zhurong took a deep breath, barely showing a smile, and said:

"The sound of the qin is deep, in harmony with the heavens, and righteous winds shall prevail."

"Goodbye, Zhuanxu. The Shao Hao Kingdom is overseas, with many exotic birds. I will use them to send letters to you... Once a year, returning north in the spring, and going south in the autumn."

Zhurong bowed deeply, turned and strode away. On this day, the autumn wind rose high, and one or two animal-drawn carts left the hinterland of the Human Clan. Only the young Zhuanxu stood at the highest point of Xuanyuan Hill, his hand pressed on the turning stone, watching his young friend's departure.

After that, they never met again.

It was just that the title changed with the change of the monarch, just as the Yan Emperor used fire as the title of his ministers, and Xuanyuan used clouds as the title of his ministers. Starting with Zhuanxu, the Xia official of the Yanhuang Divine Land, for a very, very long time, had the name [Zhurong].

Chongli was appointed as the Fire Minister by Zhuanxu, and was very meritorious. He was able to illuminate the world, and was named 'Zhurong'.

The Zhurong clan used fire to transform, so later fire officials used it as a title.

—————*Emperors and Kings Century*

The southern extremity, outside of Beihusun, runs through the country of Zhuanxu, south to the wilderness of Weihuo and Yanyan Feng. What Zhurong is in charge of is twelve thousand li. ————*Huainanzi: Seasonal Teachings*

Zhurong gave birth to the crown prince Changqin, who was at Yaoshan and first created music and wind.

On the animal cart, a child with flame patterns between his eyebrows snuggled beside his father and said, "Where are we going, Da (Dad)..."

Zhurong looked into the distance, his tone gentle:

"To many, many places. Your Niang (Mother) wanted to go to the top of Kunlun to see the jade dragon snow peaks for thousands of li."

"To see all the waves of the East Sea pouring into the endless Great Ravine."

"To go to the Great Wilderness to see the stars rise and fall, the ten suns and ten months revolving without end, and then to go boating in the South Sea to see the customs and cultures of the overseas countries..."

The child murmured, "Niangqin (Mother), she..."

"She's just, sleeping." Zhurong didn't know how to explain such a thing to the child. He reached out and touched the child's hair, and said, "Following Da (Dad), will it be a little boring?"

"No, it won't."

The child reached out and hugged Zhurong's neck and said, "I only have Da (Dad) now."

Zhurong held the child with one hand, and pulled the reins with the other. His palm unconsciously exerted force, hugging the child a little tighter. When he left this Xuanyuan Hill, it was the same as when he came to this Xuanyuan Hill. He turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Hill, as if he saw the girl with the bright smile again.

'What should we name our child?'

'Changqin, perhaps?'

The girl was annoyed at the time: 'You're still thinking about your qin.'

Wrong, wrong...

Zhurong murmured.

Wishing for lasting affection.

Named Changqin.

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The heroes of the Xuanyuan tribe gathered here, Ji Xuanyuan of the Youxiong tribe, Chiyou of the Jiuli tribe, Shennong of Shennong tribe Jiangshui City, and Xing Tian, as well as Limu, Fenghou, Dahong, Cangjie, and many, many people. They jointly established this land of Xuanyuan.

And now, this Xuanyuan Hill has finally ushered in decline.

Just like those heroes and heroines who once dominated the world, they have all fallen like grass and trees.

When the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady came to Xuanyuan Hill, she attended Ji Xuanyuan's funeral in the name of a teacher.

When she found Leizu, she saw the white-haired woman sitting under the flower tree that she had planted together, in the place where she often drank and sang, her white hair hanging down, like a blooming flower, and the peach blossoms bloomed as brightly as they did back then, like the flames that burned through the darkness and broke the dawn in the hearts of the young heroes.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady quietly looked at the white-haired woman, without the past grievances.

"Ji Xuanyuan... is also dead."

"This mortal world is too lonely, Nü-Lei, come with me... to Kunlun Mountain."

"At least, you can still live."

"No need..."

The faint sound of the dongxiao (vertical bamboo flute) stopped, and the woman with white hair and red pupils smiled quietly: "Born here, raised here, I should also finish the last journey here."

"Xuannü, would you like to have a drink?"

"You used to drink with us here."

"There is still wine brewed by Dukang himself here."

Xuannü sat down, right next to Leizu. When she raised her head, she could still see the flowers of the peach tree, as brilliant as flames. The wind blew, and the petals fell, falling into the wine. Leizu gently played a distant war song, but it carried a soft flavor.

Xuannü closed her eyes, as if she could still see those familiar faces next to her.

After drinking a cup of wine, the sky darkened. When she got up to say goodbye, there was no reply. As she left, she looked back and saw the flower tree under the setting sun, becoming more and more brilliant like a raging fire, and under this flower tree, the white-haired woman just lowered her eyes and played the dongxiao.

Petals fell on her temples and hair, as beautiful as they were back then.

Xuanyuan Huangdi, riding a dragon to fly to the heavens.

The Yellow Emperor's wife, Leizu, was born in Leizu Mountain in this county and died on Hengyang Road.

Respectfully buried at [the head of the Azure Dragon].

The stele still exists.

——————*Preface to the Repair of the Leixuan Palace Stele*·Tang.

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"Hahahaha, Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain, leading to the collapse of the sky and the cracking of the earth."

"What a great crime this is. Fortunately, His Majesty the Human Emperor personally killed him. This sacrifice is to congratulate the Human Emperor and to congratulate the heavens and the earth!"

When Zhuanxu truly succeeded as the Human Emperor, congratulations came from various races, and even gods from the God Clan. Some of them were perfunctory, while many others were sincere—sincerely thanking this young Human Emperor for personally killing Gonggong, sincerely thanking him for solving the culprit of the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky.

Nü-Lü turned her head and saw Zhuanxu responding to them with a smile.

His eyes were indifferent and distant.

Having just passed his twentieth birthday, Zhuanxu, who was twenty in age, raised his eyes and looked at these countless races, as if there were familiar figures beside him, Ji Xuanyuan, Leizu, the Taoist covered in blood, Zhurong, and Gonggong, whom he had killed with his own hands.

So he severed his past immaturity and handled the matters before him with maturity and composure.

"By the way, these two are talents I discovered abroad. I brought them here this time to offer to His Majesty!"

When he was drunk, a patriarch of a large tribe brought two tall youths.

They knelt down and saluted with some reluctance.

"I am Chong!"

"I am Li!"

"We are willing to be driven by Your Majesty!"

Zhuanxu's eyes were deep, and he had already guessed the identities of these people. It was normal. Although the Human Clan had avoided the disaster of extinction, it had defeated the coalition forces of the turbid Qi and the remnants of the Zhuolu War, and the Xuanyuan Huangdi had defeated the impact of the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky, the Human Clan's luck had soared.

And now, the Human Clan extremely lacked experts.

Of course, there were too many who wanted to interfere. Zhuanxu calmly responded, responding to those opponents who wanted to annex the Human Clan. At night, he held wine and drank alone. The night was peaceful, and he was wearing the clothes of the Emperor, and wearing the [Huaying] sword.

"Gonggong Da-ge (Big Brother)... Chong and Li are probably the wild gods in the Great Wilderness, wanting to set foot in the mortal world."

"The Heavenly Emperor is aloof, only following the natural development of all things, watching coldly."

"These gods all want to replace me, want to devour my Human Clan. Now, I only have myself left. Will I lose... If I lose, I will definitely die, right?"

The boy, dressed in a black robe, looked at the starry sky for a long time.

Finally, he poured out the bloody wine and said to the air:

"But I will not lose."

"And I won't die so quickly."

"If I die, soon no one in this world will remember you..."

"So, no matter what, I, the king, must win."

Gonggong's Human Clan body had died, and his true spirit had left, and one day he would wake up, transforming into one of the top ten peaks, but ah, the Human Clan Water Minister who hugged Zhuanxu when he was young, who would take him forward together, would never be resurrected.

Zhuanxu never saw Gonggong again.

Gonggong's tribe, corpse, tombstone.

It seemed that he was going to be reduced to ashes with this name and disappear completely from his world.

He put down the wine cup, turned around, and stepped into the deep palace step by step under the moonlight.

*Historical Records* and *Historical Records: Collected Explanations* record: Emperor Zhuanxu Gaoyang was the grandson of the Yellow Emperor and the son of Changyi. He was quiet and profound in his planning, insightful and knowledgeable in his affairs; he nurtured talents to entrust the land, and used time to imitate the heavens, preceding Yan and Huang, and following Yao and Shun.

He reigned for seventy-eight years, and died at the age of ninety-eight.

He ruled the world with the virtue of water, and died as the Emperor of the Virtue of Water in the North.

History always describes each other's feelings with such restraint.

ps: Second update today…………

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