Looking at these ancient buildings, it seems that I can see the traces of those years.
Thousands of years of vicissitudes and the baptism of countless winds and rains seem to be passing by before your eyes, it is so real. Before entering the ancient town, you can feel a sense of solemnity.
"Perhaps this is what a real thousand-year-old town should feel like." Hanzi thought to himself.
After arriving here, Xiahou Shengyuan's driving speed slowed down. The sound of the car's engine became even quieter. Outside this quiet ancient town, only the "rustling" sound of the wheels on the road was heard, making this place located in the mountains The ancient town on the edge seems more peaceful.
After five or six minutes, we finally arrived outside the ancient town.
At the entrance of the ancient town, there was a huge stone monument, which seemed to be five or six meters high and three meters wide. Hanzi took a closer look and found that the stone monument turned out to be a whole large stone.
What attracted the most attention was the three large characters engraved in small seal script on the stone tablet: "Youtian Town". The writing was very blurry and seemed to be thousands of years old. I couldn't help but ask strangely: " Second brother, isn’t this town called Wufu Town? How did it become Youtian Town?”
Xiahou Shengyuan slowly drove into the town and said with a smile: "Brother Hanzi, what do you think?"
Hanzi thought for a while and then said: "It turns out that after years of wind and rain erosion, and the friction of war, the upper strokes of the word Wuhu disappeared, and it became like this."
Xiahou Shengyuan smiled and said: "Yes, that's exactly it."
Hanzi said: "Then why not add those two smiles?"
Xiahou Shengyuan said: "The first is to keep this thousand-year-old thing as it is, and the second most important reason is because the ancestors of the Xiahou family think that the name 'Youtian' sounds better than the name 'Wuhu'. It's auspicious, so I won't change it. Our ancestors said that this thousand-year-old ancient town automatically changed its name amidst the ups and downs, perhaps because of God's will."
Hanzi said: "That's it."
The ancient town is not very big. The car drove on the ancient road paved with bluestones. The road was not very smooth. Although the car drove very slowly, it was still a bit bumpy.
There are wooden pavilions on both sides of the ancient road, all with double eaves and octagonal eaves. The ancient porcelain tiles on the roof have been exposed to wind and rain for thousands of years. Apart from looking old and covered with moss, they have rarely been damaged.
There are almost no shops in the ancient town. It is already dusk at this time, and every household has closed its door. The large ancient wooden door looks very elegant. The walls of each household are very high, seemingly six meters high. The wall is painted with bright red paint, but it has experienced countless wind and rain erosion, and it already looks extremely old. The paint peeling can be seen everywhere, but the visible red paint is still so red, and even if it is drizzled, it gives off a smell. The ancient fragrance, coupled with the ancient flavor of the ancient trees in the ancient buildings, actually gives people a sense of tranquility and depth.
Breathing the deep fragrance of this ancient town and feeling the rare ancient tranquility, Hanzi suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
A wave of anger seemed to suddenly arise from the bottom of my heart and rush to my brain.
I closed my eyes and felt the atmosphere here. I felt like I had returned to the ancient times, with gold and iron horses galloping on the battlefield. Millions of soldiers were fighting against each other. I waved the bronze giant sword in my hand, and the war drums were beating. Thousands of troops and horses. He rushed away, and the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong was heard all of a sudden. Corpses were strewn across the field, blood flowed into rivers, and a murderous aura suddenly surged in his heart.
Xiahou Shengyuan was driving, thinking that he would be home soon. He didn't know what the elders at home would think when they saw the uninvited guest he had brought. Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura coming from around him.
He felt like he was out of breath. He was so frightened that he couldn't help but slam on the brakes. After a sharp "quacking" sound, the car stopped.
But this time the speed was very slow. The car did not switch back and forth like it did in City C, but stopped smoothly.
He looked to the side and saw that Hanzi slowly opened his eyes, but his eyeballs were not bloodshot, and the murderous aura on his face was still very strong. After he opened his eyes,
It slowly disappeared, and the bloodshot eyes slowly returned to their original clear color.
"Brother Hanzi, what's wrong with you?" Although Xiahou Shengyuan was frightened by the huge murderous aura just now, he didn't want to think about things he couldn't understand. The feeling this boy gave him was too strange.
The inquiry at this time is entirely out of concern.
This was the second time Hanzi had such a scene in his mind. The first time was at the highest point of the Great Wall in Bj. At that time, he felt that the Great Wall gave him a sense of déjà vu, and then that war scene appeared.
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But this time, he suddenly had a feeling after smelling the deep and ancient atmosphere of this ancient town.
The only thing that was the same was that he saw the image of Qin Shihuang twice, and each time he felt a huge desire to kill from the bottom of his heart.
"Is it possible that there is deep anger buried deep in my heart? When I see those bloody scenes in my mind, in addition to a sense of familiarity, there is also a feeling of excitement?" He asked about this kind of violence in his heart.
The feeling of anger was incredible, but more of it was shock and fear.
The inner fear of his own consciousness suddenly pulled him into an endless abyss. Suddenly, he felt that the sky was pitch black, as if he had fallen into the netherworld, or into the unfathomable abyss.
In the black hole of time, I cannot find my inner direction.
It wasn't until Xiahou Shengyuan suddenly stopped and asked him this question that he was suddenly pulled back from the endless darkness.
In this moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve and said calmly: "It's okay, I suddenly fell asleep just now and had a nightmare." He didn't want to talk about the terrifying scene he saw.
Yu Xiahou Shengyuan listened. Because even he himself couldn't figure out why such a strange picture appeared in his mind.
After waking up, the surroundings returned to deep tranquility.
Ancient towns, ancient pavilions, ancient roads, and an ancient and deep atmosphere.
Taking a deep breath, Hanzi's heart calmed down again.
Xiahou Shengyuan started the car again. He did not want to delve into Hanzi's strange reaction. He could only describe everything about this young man as inscrutable.
The car drove past the group of lofts in front, passed a wooden bridge, and headed towards another small castle at the foot of the mountain ahead.
Hanzi looked up and saw that the walls of the castle were not very high. They were similar to the walls of the residents he had passed just now, but here the walls were turned into city walls.
There are stacks on the city walls with small holes cut out, which were probably used to defend against enemies in ancient times.