Aztec Eternals

The sunset is a magnificent spectacle, an old life, an unknown destiny, or it can be a beautiful encounter, not long after.

Shirot looked up at the Great Temple. He couldn't see the statues in the temple, he didn't pay attention to the palace behind the temple, and he couldn't see the immortal sun, Trakael.

His mood has calmed down. Years of arduous training as a warrior, and the life and death trials of fighting on the battlefield, made his mind strong enough, self-controlled enough, and courageous enough to face all difficulties and dangers.

He had no way of knowing the conversation just now. He just saw a kind-hearted old man with a smile that was like a spring breeze, striding this way.

The old man was in his fifties, wearing a noble obsidian crown, wearing a fine top sacrificial robe, and holding a wooden divine scepter in one hand. He is quite tall, but his clothes are large, covering his figure and hiding everything in his arms.

Shilot found that Avette's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he stared at the old man walking, his eyes were cold and chilling.

The old man smiled and strode to the vicinity of Wang Qi. Then, respectfully, he bowed his head deeply towards Avit.

"Your highness, respectful and good at fighting, the future king of the gods! I, Chief Priest Kechar, salute you. And under the witness of the Sun God, I offer the great temple priests, unchanging loyalty!"

Saying that, Kechar knelt on one knee without hesitation, took off the crown on his head, revealing his gray hair. Then he bowed his head deeply and handed his hair to Avit.

This is the etiquette for ordinary nobles to swear allegiance to the king! Putting it on the supreme chief priest of the alliance is an absolute pilgrimage.

Avit was slightly moved, and then his eyes turned cold again. He looked coldly at the high priest kneeling in front of him and said nothing.

The scene was silent for a while, and Xiulote silently looked at this old man of similar age and status as his grandfather, and was extremely vigilant. Grandfather once told him that in the capital, the person he needs to beware of the most is Kechar. There seems to be harmony between the two major priest groups of the alliance, but in reality there is a turbulent undercurrent.

After a long while, Gilliam coughed lightly. He took two steps forward, walked out from behind Avit, and bowed solemnly to Kechar, and then paid the same salutation. Afterwards, he stood up and lifted the high priest on behalf of Avit.

Kechar raised his head, with the same kind smile on his face as always. He then saluted Gilliam, who returned the salute meticulously. Next, he turned slightly, facing Shilot, and looked up and down quickly. Seeing the young man's bravery, his smile became more and more kind and touching. Then, the chief priest even bowed his head slightly and bowed to Shirott.

Shilot was a little surprised. He recalled Gilliam's actions just now, so he simply returned the salute.

Only then did Avit speak and spit out cold words.

"Kechar, what are you doing?"

"I'm speaking on behalf of the immortal elder." Kechar nodded gently to Shilot, then turned to Avit, and said with a smile. "Congratulations, Your Highness! The elders invite you to meet tomorrow morning. Then the coronation ceremony will be held as soon as possible! Soon, you will be the seventh generation owner of the capital city in the lake and the fifth generation king of the alliance!"

"Congratulations to the king!" Gilliam also smiled and congratulated Avit.

Avit's face melted a little. But still did not speak.

"Your Highness, the former king's palace has been vacated, why don't I guide you in?"

Kechar smiled and suggested, with sincerity and kindness on his face.

Avit shook his head, and then said: "Don't be in a hurry. Tonight I will go back to the Montezuma Palace, which my mother inherited, and wait until tomorrow morning to see the immortal elder!"

"Follow your will! My king." Kechar bowed his head respectfully, and then said softly. "Tonight, please allow me to visit and present you with a gift that proves my loyalty."

Avit's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't nod or object, just silent for a moment and waved goodbye.

Kechar saluted again, bowed his head and sent Avit away. However, his gaze stayed on the back of Shirott leaving, with a gentler smile on his face.

Seirot followed Avit to the west side of the temple area, the Montezuma Palace in the palace area. This is the palace where the great Montezuma I lived and has a glorious historical memory.

Looking at the palace in the distance, Shilot had no time to observe the shape and scale of the palace. There was a sudden turmoil in his heart, like a plucked violin string, vibrating non-stop. He just remembered that when he arrived at Avit's house, he would be able to meet his fiancee, a twelve-year-old girl, Alyssa.

Although, in this era when the average age is not more than 20 years old, girls are generally precocious. There are many civilians who marry and have children between the ages of 12 and 14. But for the great nobles, a daughter of this age is only the sharp horns that Xiao He has exposed, and it is to take care of the flower bones at home, and will not be known to outsiders.

Sherlot knew nothing about Alyssa. He spent countless days and nights thinking about his future wife. Make all preparations in your heart to tolerate everything about the other person, no matter beauty or ugliness, personality, hobbies, and fulfill the responsibilities of a husband.

Shilot once asked Stanley, the family's samurai chief, but Stanley shook his head without saying a word, just sighed softly. He was not willing to tell Shilot that you, a silly hummingbird, had good luck to stay on the most beautiful flower of the royal family!

Now, with the approach of the palace, Shiloh felt uneasy in his heart, thumped and jumped, and even his palms were sweating slightly. The late autumn sunset shone on him, making him feel hot all over.

It seemed that a moment had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed. Before the sun went down, Wang Qi came to the outside of the palace. Under Stanley's command, the family warriors spread out and stationed skillfully. The light blue wooden door opened gently, and Avit couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, strode forward, walking like the wind. There are servants to deliver the message.

Shilot hurriedly eased his clothes. After a distance, he followed nervously, looking around from time to time, like a thief entering a room for the first time.

"Alyssa!" Avitt's excited shout finally came from the front.

The boy shuddered and looked forward with concern, only to see Avit's broad back and a hug with his head down.

"Dad!" A clear and sweet voice came into Shulot's ears like a silver bell, and then jumped in his heart.

The young man hurriedly stepped up and moved closer to Avit.

Avit hugged his beloved daughter tightly, but did not dare to use too much force. He seems to be taking care of flowers, for fear of hurting a little bit. He smiled contentedly, showing a gentle gesture he had never seen before. In his arms, the sweet call of his daughter sounded. On his chest were the soft cheeks pressed against his daughter. All this melted the ice in his heart.

She hasn't seen each other for a full year and seven months, and she seems to have grown a little taller, reaching her chest. Looking at her daughter's eyebrows and eyes, they have grown a lot, like a beautiful hibiscus out of water. Vaguely, he not only has the soft beauty of his deceased wife, um, but also inherits his own refined charm, like a person from that day.

Alas, in the future, I don't know which one will be cheaper... Thinking of this, Avit turned his head sharply and glared at the stupid eagle beside him.

Xiulott was probing, wanting to take a closer look at the exquisite girl in Avit's arms, might as well have a big hand as fast as lightning, pinching the cheek that was brought to the door with great accuracy and pinching it hard.

The boy jumped in pain, but this time, in front of the girl, he couldn't shout out no matter what.

"Dad?" Soon, the clear spring-like voice was like the sound of nature, which promptly calmed Avit's unprovoked anger, and also flowed into the young man's heart.

Avit froze and let go of his hand gently. He turned his head and smiled at his daughter Sunshine. Then he took his daughter's shoulder and paused for a few seconds. Then he gritted his teeth and turned sideways, revealing a pure girl.

This is the young Shirotte, seeing the girl Alyssa for the first time. The two looked at each other, looking at each other half a meter apart.

What a beautiful girl that is! She has morning star-like eyes, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, small cherry lips, a natural rosy blush, and a pure and gentle smile. There was a little bit of cunning and cuteness in that smile, blooming on the pretty face, and also blooming in the young man's heart.

His eyebrows are as picturesque as Dai, but he is the person in the painting at the beginning. At this time, she is innocent and beautiful, and she will dump all beings in the future.

The young man held his breath for a moment and couldn't help leaning closer. The person in front of her has soft facial lines, fine fluff unique to girls, and shoulder-length black hair. She is dressed in white clothes that surpass snow, showing a delicate and delicate figure, and it is like the clouds on the horizon, so soft. amiable.

"Cough." A pair of big hands stretched out in time to separate the two. Avit glared at Sherlot. After thinking about it, he sighed again.

"Let's talk for a while. I still have something to do." After speaking, Avit turned around with difficulty and went to the main hall of the discussion.

The boy looked at the girl. Slowly, gently, and from the heart, a smile appeared on his face.

"Well, who are you?...Hey, you smell like the sun," the girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the boy in front of her curiously. Then she probed slightly and sniffed the boy's neck.

"I'm Shulot." Looking at the pretty cheeks that were close at hand, and smelling the faint body fragrance, the battle-hardened young man suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth.

When he entered the palace just now, the boy changed into a dried robe. On his body is the mark of training under the sun. The sun was engraved on his body, and it was also engraved in his heart at this time.

"Well, this seems to be the name of a god? Then, I am Alyssa, the elf among the clouds." The girl smiled, and the morning star flashed a gentle smile, scattered in the eyes of the boy, making everything smile. eclipsed.

"Alyssa. So beautiful." The boy muttered to himself. "You are the spirit of flowers, the spirit of butterflies, the spirit of wind, the spirit of clouds. You are also my spirit."

"Then, why are you here?" The girl stood on tiptoe, her bright eyes flashed, and she looked at the boy brilliantly. A gust of breeze blew through, blowing away the girl's long hair and disturbing the boy's thoughts.

The boy felt the nascent bud in his heart, burning his chest. The starlight scatters in the heart, giving birth to crystal seeds, but they are so soft to the touch.

"Because, I'm the one who protects you." The boy reached out his hand subconsciously, trying to catch the elf in front of him.

The girl smiled softly. She spun around, her long hair swept gently across the boy's cheeks, dodging the boy's slightly forceful palm. He gently sniffed, it was the fragrance of flowers.

"But, I already have someone to protect me. I have my father!" The girl gave a sly smile and then jumped back lightly.

"That's different!" The young man took vigorous steps and hurriedly chased after the elves of clouds and flowers.

"Well, why is it different?" The girl frowned slightly, she stopped her brisk steps, tilted her head, and looked at the boy innocently.

"Because...because...because he can only accompany you to the beginning, and I can accompany you to the end." The young man stammered to explain, but finally squeezed out such a sentence. He immediately straightened his chest, put his hand on his heart and swore, and looked at the girl firmly.

"Finally?" The girl blinked, a little confused and at a loss. "What is the end of the world?"

"That is, everyone leaves and goes to the kingdom of God." The young man carefully considered his language, for fear of hurting the people in front of him.

"I don't want it! I don't want my father to go to the kingdom of God! I want my mother back!"

Seeing the sad flowers, the young man's heart was instantly shattered. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl forcefully, trying to pass on his power to her. Her palm was so delicate and soft, the young man did not dare to exert any more force, and instead put on the other hand and gently closed the tenderness.

"Don't cry. It will take a long, long time. And there is me." The boy approached the girl, wanting to kiss away the tears in her eyes.

The girl spun away halfway. She wiped away the tears with the back of her slender hand, then looked at the boy seriously.

"I will go to the kingdom of God. Will you also go to the kingdom of God?"

The young man paused for a moment, then nodded seriously. "I will go. I will be with you until the end!" He promised in his heart: "If there is a kingdom of God, I will go there eventually."

The girl grinned. Her eyes are curved like beautiful crescents. The crescent moon also fell in the boy's heart.

Soon, she wrinkled her lovely nose again and shook her head. "Well, you scare people, you are a bad brother!"

"Well, let me sing!" The girl exerted a little force, and the small and smooth hand was pulled out of the boy's hand, and then drifted away like a butterfly in the wind.

"I want to be a flower, hold the beautiful starlight, and give the flower fragrance to the butterfly.

I want to be a butterfly, wrapped in the gentle fragrance of flowers, and leave the dance in the wind.

I'm going to make a breeze, blow the wings of butterflies, and draw patterns on clouds.

I want to be a cloud, wrapped in a gentle wind, and cover the eyes of the stars.

I want to be a star, lying among the clouds, quietly illuminate the flowers.

I've become a flower again... la la la la la~~~

"

The girl's singing is like a lark on the horizon, soft and tactful, and like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp ding dong. Afterwards, she spread her arms, imitating the wings of a butterfly, dancing freely like a breeze with the softness of a cloud. Finally, she turned her head and rolled up the long hair on her shoulders, UU reading www. uukanshu.com showed a naive pretty face and gave the boy a pure smile.

The moon rises in the east and the sun sets in the west. The moon rises and sets, and the stars open their eyes and look at the flowers, illuminating the people in the flowers.

That is Alyssa, with the face of a flower, the voice of a bird, the dance of an elves, and the kindness and softness of a cloud.

Xiulote quietly watched the girl in the flowers, the crescent moon, stars, flowers, butterflies, breeze, and clouds all fell into his heart one by one. He listened to the spring-like singing, washing all the dust in his heart.

At this moment, only thinking is innocent.

"You said to me,

Meeting is a song,

Eyes are the sea of ​​spring,

Youth is a green river..."

The young man sang softly, smiled, warmly, and looked tenderly at the girl of this life.

"Meeting is a song,

Life crosses like a river.

When you flow through my heart,

All of a sudden, my eyes are full of fragrance...

How many expectations are there in life?

How much uncertainty is there in the future?

When I look back, you are by my side.

The prosperity of the world in exchange for the smile of tourists,

Eyes full of spring recall the vicissitudes of the past.

In the wilderness of the mind,

When will it bloom like a shooting star?

I can never return to what I have passed away,

Will you now accompany me to grow old?

a strand of your blue silk,

tied me alone.

I smiled,

Will not drift from now on...

"

The moonlit night and the galaxy, the flowers and the clouds. In the interlaced singing, in the burning heart, this is the first meeting of the two. Think innocent.

Slashing Yunmeng with Sword

Opened the diary, started writing with a smile...and finally cried...Orz...why write a poem again...