Thousands of years later, a ray of soul, wandering around, with nowhere to go, is a white lotus in front of the Buddha, just asking passers-by who are listening to blessings to stop and take a look at him.
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Xuancheng felt a headache and his neck was sore. He really wanted to rub his sore shoulders, but his hands seemed out of his control. There seemed to be something ringing in his ears. He heard someone calling, "Xuancheng, Xuancheng!" City.” But if you listen carefully, it’s not these two words.
Xuancheng had a sore nose, he really wanted to see his parents, he wanted to see them strongly, and suddenly he really wanted to see the pig-headed little yellow radish, but he was clearly awake, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.
He ran desperately, as if something was chasing him behind him, but his legs and feet seemed to freeze suddenly, he felt that he had exhausted all his strength, obviously he was moving, but no matter how he ran, he was still in place Suddenly, a cliff of ten thousand zhang appeared in front of him. He just wanted to stop, but the cliff turned into a torrential river. The roar of the rumbling water seemed to drown everything in the world at once. He was very afraid, he was afraid of the river, Just like a dream every night, the river is always lingering in his dream.
However, before he escaped again, thousands of horses and horses came out of the river suddenly. The deafening sound of fighting resounded between the heaven and the earth, and all bows, arrows, and swords slashed at him, as if life was at this moment. Stop, his breath is short of breath.
"Pig head." He yelled.
Then, the tightly closed eyes finally opened, and what came into view was a beautiful and flawless face, with sword eyebrows and bright eyes, and a gentle smile, as if the sun and the moon were thrown into his arms in an instant, "brother .”
"Ha." Xuan Cheng froze.
"Brother?" He was surprised, staring at the man's face as if he had seen some monster, "You call me brother?" At this moment, he carefully looked at the person in front of him, with long hair, a belt, a crown, black clothes.
He suddenly laughed sadly, "It's really worn, what crime did I do?"
"Who are you?" He asked directly after a moment of silence.
There was another follower beside the man, bent over, looking respectful, at this moment, he stepped forward and bowed to him, "Mr. Yangping, you are awake."
"Ah." Xuancheng's mind was completely confused, he scratched his hair, and asked, "What year is this year?"
The man said, "Go back to Yang Pinggong in the fourth year of Jianyuan."
"The fourth year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?" he asked rhetorically.
"No, it was the fourth year of Jianyuan in Fuzhao." The man stepped aside respectfully after finishing speaking.
Ah, my God, it really is the former Qin Dynasty.
Xuancheng wants to die, but this is all self-inflicted. He just admired the former Qin King and sympathized with the former Qin Yang Pinggong. How can he really travel through just talking about it
"I want to go back." As he thought this, his heart suddenly ached. He missed his parents. They had been separated from him all along, and their relationship was very stiff. He hadn't seen them for several years.
He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, he was a man.
He thought of Zhutou and the others, playing and having fun together so happily.
He called out, "Pig head."
The person I saw for the first time just frowned, "Ah, you called me a pig head?"
"Xiao Huang?"
"What?" The man's face also relaxed.
"radish."
"Brother." The man finally couldn't take it anymore, and bent down to hold his face, "Brother, what's wrong with you? What are you talking about?"
Xuan Cheng turned his head away, turned his face to one side, and he was still sitting on the bed. He looked around unnaturally, and he saw clearly that this is a tent, which should be an ancient military tent. It is very spacious, and there is a map hanging in the middle of it. His eyes are just right. In the past, he could recognize that this was the map of the early period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, including Qianyan, Qianqin, Qianliang, Qianzhao, Houzhao and some small countries, and the south was the Jin Dynasty at that time.
He didn't speak, and after a while, he listened to the man's order, "Nan'an, go and get someone to cook a clear soup of pig's head and radish for Mr. Yangping."
The man responded and was about to go out.
"Wait." Xuancheng called to stop the man.
"Pig head radish soup, what is this? Do you want to eat it for me?"
The man smiled gently, "Didn't you say you want pig's head and radish? I don't know what this little yellow is. You won't blame me, brother?"
Xuancheng couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm talking about people's names."
"Name?" The man froze all of a sudden, his face extremely embarrassed, and after a while, he raised his lips and smiled, "Why do you have such a strange name?"
Xuancheng was about to say that it's none of your business, but the man said, "How about this, Nan'an, you go out first, let Jinglue wait for me for a while, and I'll go over after dealing with the matter here."
"Yes." The man finally retreated.