Shuilongyin·Title "Power to the North and the South"
Sighing on how hard it is to live in this world, I often send off farewell guests in front of the hall.
Since you left, I have watched the flowers wither in the sky, and watched the flowers wither in the sky.
The word "Goose" has a single turn, which means it is incomprehensible to miss lovesickness.
There is a ring swaying, the wind touches the clothes, the shadows are mottled, and the eyes are weeping.
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Ask thousands of heroes, who can stop a moment?
Half of the Han family was defeated, and all three armies retreated, but not even a single man retreated.
The long branch is Lingtian, which is the palace of Junge and the palace of Jin'ou.
When the white robes are rolled up and the mountains and rivers hide behind them, they follow each other and ride on the crane.
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The green mountains are vast and the sea of bamboos is rolling.
The warm sunshine in spring shines on every inch of the land, covering and nourishing everything in the world. The curling smoke drifts westward in the spring breeze, and you can faintly hear the joyful laughter of children playing in the water in the mountain stream.
If it weren't for the guidance of the smoke and laughter, I'm afraid no one would believe that there would still be villages and human footprints in the mountains far away from the world of mortals. But often human life is so humble and tenacious, and can survive anywhere in the world.
In one corner, fallen leaves take root, roots take root and leaves fall, including this inaccessible mountain.
The village where birds fluttered through the sky and smoke rose from the kitchens was located deep in the sea of bamboo.
If you can look down from the air like a bird, you can find that the entire village goes up the mountain. Each platform actually has only two or three houses, made of bamboo and thatch, basically in harmony with the surrounding bamboo sea.
It blends into one, making it impossible to tell how many houses there are. The entire village stretches from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The village, which is actually not very big, is spread out along the mountain flat, making it look extremely huge.
If we were to really put all these houses together and calculate their size, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be half the size of an ordinary village in the Central Plains.
The wind was blowing green bamboo leaves, and in a house halfway up the mountain, the windows were half-closed, and the sound of people coughing could be vaguely heard.
"Come on, honey, be good, drink this bowl of water and you won't be hysterical. Otherwise, you talk so much nonsense these days, it's really scary!" The voice was very old, with an obvious southern accent, but it echoed between the lines.
It's all about caring.
The sound of coughing was still echoing, but it was obvious that the man drinking water no longer resisted, and simply drank, letting the old man comfort him softly.
Lying on a bed made of bamboo, Li Xingchen's face turned gray, and he could even be said to have tears streaming down his face. The burning pain in his throat and the ever-increasing bitter taste made him want to spit out the sour water and gall in his stomach.
However, he still held back. Although he knew what he was drinking, in order not to drink a second bowl, Li Xingchen gritted his teeth, held his breath, and did not say another word no matter what, as if he had just poured water into his mouth.
It can be sprayed out.
This bowl of water was originally clear and refreshing mountain spring water, but when the burnt talisman was added to it, it was not that simple. The obvious bitterness of the inferior paper, the strong burning smell after burning, and even the
With the Taoist priest's faint smell of fresh blood, these things that originally didn't smell good when taken out were successfully blended together.
This is not fighting fire with fire, this is killing people!
But Li Xingchen had to drink it because he really didn't want to go through such meaningless rejection and struggle, and he really didn't want to continue to reminisce about this feeling tomorrow.
When Li Xingchen slowly lay down, the old man beside the bed smiled and nodded, and said happily: "Isn't my baby now good? This medicine is worth the price of an old hen in our family! Baby, you are
A few days ago, I shouted "go back", "wrong", but it scared the old man out of his body in a cold sweat. Now, just have a good rest here. Come on, girl, let the baby have a good rest.
Later."
The old man's answer was a sharp yes. The little girl standing next to the old man nodded with her big eyes flashing, then reached out and held the old man's sleeve and walked out.
Li Xingchen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
But what others can't see through, is that things are turning upside down in their hearts.
It has been three days since he came to this world. It is not so much that he has perfectly merged with the original owner of this body, but that he was forced by the medicine just now, which forced him to admit that he is Li Xinchen, the Li Xinchen of this era, not
The amateur history buff who died in the accident, the incompetent white-collar worker.
Although they have the same name, they are thousands of years apart.
After three days, he finally gradually adapted to this body, and gradually calmed down from the initial chaos and confusion, and accepted the memories left by the owner of this body. After comparing them in private, Li Xingchen suddenly felt ashamed.
Realize that it seems that the self before time travel was even more useless than the previous owner of this body.
Before time travel, Li Xingchen was a male born in the 1980s. He had no house, no car, and no wife, referred to as the "Three Nos". Li Xingchen loved studying since he was a child, but he couldn't learn it. He was pretty good at Chinese, but he was a mess in mathematics and English. He was a cripple, so he took the high school entrance examination.
He passed the exam by passing the exam; he was top-notch in history and geography, but he couldn't bear to look directly at ideological and political issues, so he couldn't become a liberal arts student. Fortunately, physics, chemistry, and biology could provide some support, so he became a science major. However, he had two majors in mathematics and English.
The mountain is overwhelming, and the college entrance examination is just the same. According to the evaluation of his many teachers, this child is smart, but because he is smart, he studies hard and does well in what he likes, and always dislikes those who don't.
I'm just trying to be lazy so that you can't see it.
Li Xingchen, who graduated from college, followed the new trend and took the postgraduate entrance examination, but failed to pass the exam. Fortunately, he found a job. As a result, he worked hard and worked hard. Later, the young people got the job, and he was still a senior employee.
When I was thirty years old, I was promoted to section chief, but he was the section chief in charge of the company's logistics. At best, he was called "chief of the material management department", at worst, he was called "warehouse guard". He only had two people who were about to retire.
He is an old man with no luck at all, no power and no wealth. He is single until now. The words "wasteful white-collar worker" are simply tailor-made for him.
And Section Chief Li, who had been bumping into each other for half his life, was walking by the river and thinking about the future - actually in a daze - when a car came towards him. This time it was bumping into the other side again, and Chief Li was not hit.
However, his feet were unstable and he fell into the river.
When he woke up, he was already here, ending his thirty years of cowardice.
In this life, Li Xingchen was a child saved by the village. At that time, his family was on the run in the chaos of war. His father died, and his mother, pregnant, took him all the way down the mountain. He was so weak that he was rescued by the villagers. But two months later, his mother
After giving birth to this child, she died due to prenatal shock and excessive blood loss during delivery.
So Li Xingchen was born an orphan.
But he is not alone, because there are many people in the village who have the same identity as him. The villagers have saved countless people in the chaotic wars between the north and the south. Li Xinchen is still very good, at least he still knows his birthday.
I am nineteen years old this year, and there are only ten days left until the adult crowning ceremony.
As for this year, it is the ninth year of Taijian of the Southern Chen Dynasty and the first year of Xuanzang of the Northern Zhou Dynasty (Author's note: 578 AD). Although Li Xingchen is not very familiar with the names of these two dynasties, as a student who ranked first in history in his grade, he knows very well that this
When is it.
Southern and Northern Dynasties. About 500 to 600 AD.
In short, it was 1,500 years ago from the time when Li Xingchen lived.
Li Xingchen was not sure what happened this year, but he still had good historical knowledge that told him that in less than five years, the Sui Dynasty would be established, and in about ten years, the Chen Dynasty would be the last dynasty general in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
It will disappear.
Perhaps as long as I hide in this village and live quietly for ten years, I can wait for the arrival of the peaceful age. But think about it, the Sui Dynasty did not exist for long, and I will have to face the chaos of the Sui and Tang Dynasties again in my old age.
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Suddenly Li Xingchen couldn't help but rolled his eyes. If he didn't try to change and just be a salty fish traveler in this village with peace of mind, then he would have to face another unknown war hard in the future.
Before that, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty tried every means to recruit young men and squander them.
What's more, Li Xingchen's memory told him that this village was not safe either.
For example, they had fought three or four times with a group of bandits two hills to the north, with both sides suffering casualties. Although the group of bandits eventually retreated, the elders in the village estimated that they would not give up.
It was such a chaotic time that Li Xingchen felt like he wanted to cry without tears. After living for so many years in his previous life, he had never seen a living bandit.
The Northern and Southern Dynasties were fighting in Huainan and Jiangbei, fighting like a bloody mill, fighting every day and year after year, and this small village at the junction of Henan and Huaibei could not live in peace.
To be honest, Li Xingchen really doesn't have any ambitions to be a "hero in troubled times", but even in order to survive, he must stand up and go out. Even if it is just to make the rest of his life more relaxed.
Li Xinchen stretched out his hands to support the thick bamboo pole that formed the edge of the bed, and slowly sat up.
The sun was shining brightly outside, shining on him through the window.
"The sunshine from 1,500 years ago." Li Xingchen murmured, reaching out and gently stroking the lines of the bamboo pole, and also stroking the life of 1,500 years ago.