() The long river of time is full of colors, and the scenes remembered in the years, with a little vicissitudes and a little regret, flow quietly in that river, without knowing the direction.
At this moment, Qin Xuan's eyes widened. After he and his master entered the bloodline gate, they seemed to have entered a colorful river. It was like there was a boat under their feet, moving rapidly, and on both sides, there were colorful lights from time to time.
Flash past.
"This is a passage!"
At this time, the master spoke softly, "After walking through this passage, you can see the dust-covered history of your Yanhuang clan, which can be traced back to ancient times."
"Master, can we change?"
After a moment of silence, Qin Xuan raised his head and looked at his master.
The master glanced at him, shook his head, and said slowly: "You have to remember that this is a mark engraved in the blood of your Yanhuang clan, or more simply, it is just a mark silently remembered no matter what happened.
It is an image that holds everything, it is illusory, and even if it changes, it will be restored immediately."
"Then Master..." Qin Xuan thought about the purpose of Master's coming here and hesitated.
"You will know by then!"
The master didn't say anything, and the place immediately became quiet, quiet, dead, and the colorful lights were bright, falling like rain, flying like butterflies, unusually gorgeous, with the breathtaking atmosphere of time.
Swish!
Just when Qin Xuan was sinking a little, two soft sounds immediately echoed in his ears. On his body, two emerald-green branches stretched out, twisting and turning in the air, constantly beating to absorb those
Colorful light.
"Liu'er, what are you doing?" Qin Xuan immediately said his thoughts.
"Brother, these things are useful to Liu'er, Liu'er has to absorb them!" The little girl Liu'er's voice immediately rang in Qin Xuan's consciousness.
At the same time, two young strips glowing with glittering light set off layers of waves as the two of them moved forward. Wherever they passed, the colorful strips were grabbed and absorbed by the young strips.
"This is the flower of time, the path of life and death, disillusionment and withering. Ordinary people cannot touch it. Otherwise, if they are contaminated with the breath of time, their appearance will wither and their life will end immediately. But this is nothing to that little tree!"
The master's words echoed slowly, but Qin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Looking at the many colorful spots of light surrounding him, when his heart moved, after all, it was nothing.
Time gradually passed. In this colorful river, Qin Xuan was led by the master and went upstream. The little girl Liu'er also kept waving the two emerald green branches, absorbing the light spots.
About a stick of incense later, a white light suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, which was extremely dazzling and made it difficult to open one's eyes.
"arrive!"
The master said two simple words, and suddenly flicked his big sleeves. An unknown force from Qin Xuan immediately enveloped him. At this moment, the little girl Liu'er also put away the branches. The master took Qin Xuan and his figure flashed.
, directly submerged into the vast white light.
Boom!
A roar like a million thunders reverberated in Qin Xuan's mind, making him feel dazed for a moment, and he instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw...
past screen.
This scene is extremely real. If the master hadn't been standing next to him, Qin Xuan would have thought he was in another world.
This is the time...
"This is the modern history of your Yanhuang clan!"
The master's voice rang in Qin Xuan's ears. Qin Xuan nodded, calmed down his mind, and slowly raised his right hand. When he wanted to touch the person passing by, the person passed directly through him.
Passed, like an illusion.
"Walk!"
The master said something, then rolled up Qin Xuan, whizzing directly through the air. Qin Xuan looked down, that is the river of time, now glowing with the color of nothingness, but there, it is branded that he belongs to the Yanhuang clan.
, a period of history.
Being led by his master, Qin Xuan's spiritual consciousness swept through them one by one. He saw many characters in his memory, and also saw many... major events in history.
It was a great man from generation to generation, and events that changed the trajectory of Yanhuang again and again. Now they are all clearly presented in front of Qin Xuan. When Qin Xuan understands it more clearly, what emerges in his heart is more of a kind of... recognition and recognition.
responsibility.
"Yanhuang..."
Qin Xuan murmured in his mouth, and as he watched, tears suddenly fell from his eyes. The tears fell and fell into the river below, causing faint ripples, distorting the world and rewinding life, but the changes
What can't be saved are those miserable years.
The Yanhuang clan has experienced too much suffering and difficulty, too many births and farewells, and too many unspeakable years.
"Master!"
Qin Xuan called out softly.
The master stopped, glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "This is just an image. Even if you change it, the powerful repair power will quickly repair it..."
The master sighed.
"Master, I have had a dream since I was a child. Even if this dream is just a short-lived illusion, I still want to give it a try to strengthen my heart..."
There was persistence in Qin Xuan's eyes.
"good!"
Master glanced at Qin Xuan, said one word, and then took Qin Xuan into the river below, and appeared in the world...
"Kill!"
"Go ahead!!"
"Big Sword Team, fight with the little devils, charge..."
The horn of charge swirled sadly, and the sound of fighting and war flames filled the broken land. Qin Xuan walked in the air and looked at the scene below. It was a reality. He had already deeply felt it.
...the smoke of war.
Qin Xuan has been familiar with this period of time since he was a child, and he has seen too much history in the library that is unknown to ordinary people. It is precisely because of this that he even
Knowing that this was an illusion, I still begged Master and walked down.
Because this was his childhood dream... to go to the battlefield and kill the Japanese.
"Brothers, the time has come to protect our country and our country. Come with me..."
"Beep beep beep beep..."
"Kill!!!..."
The shocking roar was like a river, and various sounds gathered together, swirling into the sky on this land of war and smoke. The close-range fighting was a kind of cruelty. People kept falling, but people kept rushing up.
Qin Xuan shed tears as he watched.
This is an age of faith.
This has been a period of glorious journey.
This is a miracle of struggle for survival.
Qin Xuan slowly lifted it up, then turned it over, and pressed it lightly downwards. The void immediately twisted. The Japanese soldiers on the battlefield saw their legs, lower body, and both legs... one by one in horror.
The collapse and distortion.
This kind of collapse was very slow, and the flesh and blood were cut off piece by piece, like Ling Chi, and the soldiers who were fighting with the Japanese army all stopped, looking at their enemies, the miserable scene, and roaring in pain.
Master, sighed.
"Master, give me some time!"
Qin Xuan raised his head and looked at his master.
"good!!"
Master said one word, simple, but full of deep concern.
Qin Xuan walked off the earth. At that moment, he merged into this world and became a part of it.
This is his decision.
Time gradually passes. In this illusory world, it is only a moment for Qin Xuan's master, but for Qin Xuan, it is a long time. He participated in this war without the strength of force or magical power.
It's brilliant, but it has the smoke of gunfire and the burning of passionate years.
He truly participated in this period of history, participated in various wars, and met many great people in history.
His heart gradually became firmer and more persistent. At this moment, Qin Xuan's soul became more rounded and clearer. He was reborn.
"These years are years of struggle, years of survival in the fire, but no matter what... we have come through. And in the future of China, Yanhuang, after the pioneering of the older generation, the inherited fire will be us
The next generation will take over and lead it...to an even brighter glory!!!"
Qin Xuan's heartfelt voice and solemn vows whispered in the past years, revolving around this period of time.
Qin Xuan did not just walk out, but reversed the years again and walked up the illusory river. What he wanted was to truly participate in the history of China during this period.
Time is like a river, running in reverse, Qin Xuan just walked quietly, participated in it, and talked with the people inside, no matter old or young, no matter ugly, no matter rich or poor, all of them were talking, leaving his presence behind.
Above the river, Qin Xuan's master watched silently.
Perhaps Qin Xuan spent many days and years in the river, but for the Master outside, it only lasted a few moments. When Qin Xuan came out of the river, he saw
Master.
Master also saw him.
At this moment, Qin Xuan's body was filled with the aura of light wind and light clouds. It was as misty as smoke and could not enter the mundane world, exuding a sense of wisdom and freedom.
"Master!!"
Qin Xuan cupped his fists and bowed.
"How?" Master looked at Qin Xuan and spoke slowly.
"Master, I have clearly understood this period of history, my heart has been firmed, and I will no longer hesitate about the future!" Qin Xuan said firmly.
"good!!"
The master nodded, with a smile on his face, filled with relief. This was a baptism of the soul, and enlightenment was enlightenment. When Qin Xuan looked at it, he had obviously gained a lot, which made the master very happy.
Then the two of them turned around and looked forward.
There was a hazy fog in front of this illusory river, as if there was a force covering this period of time, not wanting anyone to see or know.
"Time is running out. Next, my teacher will take you to take a look at those years in the past. It was a time that may shake your heart when you see it."