Chongning Chronicle

On the fifth day of the first lunar month in the 23rd year of Chongning, Xia Chongyuan died of illness in Luoyang. Before his death, he passed the Wolf Head Order and the Formation-Breaking Knife to his concubine Xia Yi instead of his eldest son. "From now on, you have the final say in the Xia family." - No one understood. Less than a year later, five brothers died one after another. Xia Zheng fought hard in Hebei, with his head hanging on the gate of the camp; Xia Yue was shot with forty-three arrows and died standing up; Xia Jun sat upright holding a knife and was burned in Anxi; Xia Song fought alone to death and was frozen in the glacier; His mother Liu died in the rebellion while holding his burden, and his sister Xia Li was captured. Five of the seven sons of the Xia family died in the battle. No one looked at the nineteen-year-old bastard. The eunuch Li Fuguo praised him with a smile, and An Chongrong of the vassal town was promoted to a high official. The Xia family was in the way of everyone, so they died at the right time. Xia Yi wiped away his tears and broke through the encirclement south with his eighty remaining soldiers. At the top of Jiangzhou City, the Canglang Flag was raised again. The old troops came to surrender, the refugees came back, and Murong Xi led three thousand cavalry to marry and go south. Murong Chui asked him what he wanted, and he said: "I want the Xia family to survive." There are eight styles of swordsmanship in the Xia family, but he figured out the eighth style by himself. Only by being hard on yourself can you survive. Only by being ruthless to fate can you stand up. Only by being ruthless to the times can we change the world. And the last level of the sword is to protect things that should not be broken with hands stained with blood. Nineteen years later, the beam collapsed. The flag of the new dynasty was planted on the top of Luoyang City, and the reign name was Wuxing. Murong Xi said: "I married you as a pawn, but you make me want to block the knife for you." Xia Yi drew his sword, and the blade reflected six faces that had long been blurred. "Six of the seven sons of the Xia family died," he said, "but the Xia family did not die."