Outside the temple is a wilderness. Breathing the familiar yet unfamiliar air of this world, Song Yan feels inexplicably sad. It has been more than sixty years since he left this world. The world is still the same, but what about the people
Are they all still there
After a moment of emotion, Song Yan released his bronze flying sword and stepped forward, choosing a direction to fly at will. Sixty years later, he still doesn't know if the Qi State he created with his own hands is still there
It didn't take long for Song Yan to find a city.
The city is huge, at least the size of a county town.
However, when Song Yan looked at the three words "Donglai County" hanging above the city gate, he understood where he was. This was the hometown of Chu State.
When he traveled to this world, the land of China was respected by the five kingdoms of Qi, Chu, Yan, Zhao, and Qin. However, when he came, the Qi Kingdom happened to be destroyed by the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao.
It only took him a few years to destroy Yan and Zhao, cripple the Qin State, and make Qi the overlord of this land.
If something had not gone wrong in the Shanhai Palace, causing his sudden return, I am afraid that he would have led the Qi State to destroy the Qin State and the Chu State together. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel deeply resentful towards Ji Yuxi who caused his return.
A restaurant in Donglai County.
Song Yan climbed up the stairs, found a seat by the window, ordered a few side dishes and a bottle of wine, and ate and drank quietly, his ears picking up all the chatter in the restaurant.
But the more he listened, the darker his face became.
Qi is gone.
Thirty years ago, the State of Qin unified the world. Now, in the mainland of China, the State of Qin is respected.
This puzzled him very much. Qi State had gunpowder he invented and wolf cavalry he personally trained. How could it be so easily destroyed
In a rather bad mood, he walked straight to a table filled with food and drinks, sat down, and said to the middle-aged man: "Tell me, how was Qi State destroyed?"
There were only two people sitting at this table, a strong young man in his twenties and a thin middle-aged man in his fifties.
These two people should be rangers, because they have long knives wrapped in black cloth beside them, and they are also a master and apprentice pair.
"Who are you?" A look of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged thin man's face.
"Boy, who told you to sit down? If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here!" The young man was even more rude. He had already clenched his fists. If Song Yan refused to leave, he would punch someone.
"Tell me, these are yours."
Song Yan took out a few gold leaves from the storage ring and placed them on the table, adding up to no less than ten taels.
As soon as he saw the gold, the middle-aged thin man couldn't help but his eyes lit up, his eyes flashed with greed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the gold leaf. However, just as his hand touched the gold leaf, there was a hand pressing on the back of his hand.
"Tell me how Qi was destroyed. These golden leaves are naturally yours." Song Yan looked at him and said.
"Then... let go first!"
The middle-aged thin man said in a stuttering tone. The moment the hand pressed on the back of his hand, his whole body became motionless. He knew that this unattractive and seemingly weak young man was someone he could not afford to offend. Master.
"Boy, let me go!"
The middle-aged man, unaware of his master's condition, swung his fist at Song Yan.
Song Yan did not fight back, but just looked back at the strong man. Suddenly, the man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He trembled and stood there with dull eyes.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged thin man couldn't help but be filled with panic.
Although his apprentice was not as strong as him, he was not much different. Just one glance made his apprentice stand still and unable to move. Is this person a demon or an immortal
"Don't be afraid, answer me properly, not only will it be fine, but you will also get gold!" Song Yan's voice sounded.
"Yes Yes!"
The middle-aged thin man nodded hurriedly. After thinking about it for a long time, the other party started to talk.
Half an hour later, Song Yan left the restaurant with a complicated expression.
Unexpectedly, the Qi State he created with his own hands was destroyed in the hands of a woman.
This woman was none other than Ji Yuxi, the female prime minister of Qin who had fallen in love with him in the Shanhai Palace and caused his hasty return.
After he left, this woman spent thirty years destroying the Qi State he had created with his own hands.
Today, the Qin State has ruled the land of China for more than thirty years, and the people of the world have long regarded themselves as people of the Qin State.
As for the whereabouts of Chunhe Qiuxiang, Jade Fox Princess Qin Nongyu, and Qin Xin, Song Yan has no idea.
However, they all practiced the techniques he taught them, and although more than sixty years must have passed, they should not be dead yet.
How to find them
To be honest, even if Song Yan had advanced cultivation, he was unable to find the whereabouts of several people in one world.
So, he decided to let them come to him.
A complete plan gradually emerged from his mind.
Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Empire.
After decades of continuous expansion by generations of emperors, Xianyang City has long surpassed any city on the mainland of China.
In the city, there are palaces, pavilions, pavilions and temples.
Today, the population of Xianyang City exceeds ten million, which can be said to be extremely prosperous.
The current emperor of Qin is called Yingyi, and he is in the prime of life. However, now that the world is peaceful and there are no internal or external troubles, Yingyi has become extremely luxurious. Only five years after he took the throne, he not only built palaces on a large scale, but also mobilized the people. Build a mausoleum after his death.
Flying with a sword, Song Yan arrived at Xianyang City in just two hours.
A few days later.
Suddenly there was a Song Medical Clinic in Xianyang City.
The doctor who was attending the consultation was surnamed Song, and his single name was an inkstone. He had the same name and surname as the former Qi general.
The State of Qin deliberately destroyed the information about the former general, and more than sixty years had passed. Very few people in the world knew about General Song Yan.
Therefore, the doctor who had the same name as the former general did not arouse suspicion from others.
The medical center was newly opened, and residents of the street came to celebrate. Many idle people even came to the medical center to ask for luck.
In this regard, Dr. Song was not stingy. All the neighbors who came to celebrate the event responded with red envelopes of twenty copper coins, and those idle people who had not given gifts also received red envelopes of ten copper coins.
Doctor Song's generous behavior spread throughout the street in an instant, and the name of Song's Medical Clinic spread like wildfire.
As a result, more and more people came after hearing the news, not to seek medical treatment, but just to win prizes.
It is said that on the opening day, Song Dafu handed out at least thousands of red envelopes. Even if one red envelope is ten coppers, it is tens of thousands of coppers, which can be converted into dozens of taels of silver.
For a while, everyone knew that Dr. Song was very wealthy.
The reputation spread throughout Xianyang City through the mouths of thousands of people who received the red envelopes.
The medical center was newly opened, and not many people came to see the doctor, only two or three people a day.
But after a month, Dr. Song's reputation gradually spread, because Dr. Song's medical skills are very good. No matter how serious the disease is, it can often be cured by just taking a dose of Dr. Song's medicine or a few injections by him. get well.
Moreover, Dr. Song's fees are extremely low, and everyone who has seen him take the initiative to promote him.
The author's digression: Thank you Lion Dad for the big reward (to be continued)