Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 308

Because I couldn't catch it, I pretended I didn't care, but who knows, how unforgettable and indignant are those dark and low nights, those drinking cups that are poured by themselves?

Yimaar, his immortality...

Since he couldn't stay together, Mo Ruo would forget each other. Before falling asleep again, he only hoped that he wouldn't fall into the 300-year nightmare again, watching her parting back again and again, in the rolling yellow sand, with tears streaming down his chest.

When he woke up again, the clansmen in Shangqiu told him that the poison in his body had been cleared. Mr. Liang had woken up once a hundred years ago and asked him not to stop him if he wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, there were not too many surprises. Suddenly, I felt a little at a loss as to what to do.He has been with this pain all his life, if it wasn't for it, he might have died 600 years ago, turned into ashes, how much he hated this body, but now, there is a faint feeling of reluctance in his heart, and the world has changed dramatically , everything has whizzed by, and now, even this sick and weak body is gone.

He smiled desolately, what should he do when he goes out, his eyes are too vicissitudes, and they are filled with the lonely wind and ancient road of the ages, it is no longer suitable to see the willows and flowers outside.

Time passed in a flash, the sea turned into mulberry fields, and mountains rose from the gullies. I still remember that one morning, Mr. Liang woke him up personally, and he told him that he was going on a long journey.

Hearing these words, he suddenly knew that more than 2000 years had passed by in a hurry, and this amazingly talented man had finally decided to give up this lonely and long eternal life.Even the dream in my heart that has been obsessed for thousands of years no longer persists.History has undergone tremendous changes, and tides have come one after another. Perhaps from the day he came a thousand years ago and changed the fate of Hu Hai, the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty, he was doomed to never go back. Qingpeng Qibu has been ordered to bring history back to the track all his life. , but in the end it was just a ridiculous joke. What should be changed has long been changed. There is no Han and Tang in the world, so how come Ming and Qing?And this wanderer who yearns for returning to his hometown has finally become an outcast of time and space. He gave up such a sleep without beginning and end, and is about to leave.

On the day Mr. Liang left, the imperial mausoleum was opened wide. He stood in the quaint corridor, watching the figure that was fading away, and suddenly smelled desolation in his breath.Mr. Liang still looked so young, but for some reason, he felt that his back was a little bent.

In the huge imperial mausoleum, there is only one him left.Liang Sihuan, who has been waiting for 2000 years, will die in front of the steam engine of the first industrial revolution in a few decades, or more than ten years.

Three days later, he continued to fall into a deep sleep. This time, it would be a relatively long day.

Awakening after 500 years, perhaps, is a kind of helpless compromise.The Shangqiu family guarded the imperial tomb for 3000 years, and today's generation can no longer continue.The state of things was shattered, the population was decimated, and looking at the only gray-haired old man left in front of him, he suddenly felt that perhaps, he was too selfish.

The old man was afraid that after his death, no one would take care of him, which would keep him in such a deep sleep, so he boldly woke him up, instead of according to the time set before.

So, he finally made the same decision as Mr. Liang, and left Qin Ling that afternoon.

The moment he saw the sun, he burst into tears, and the tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. He raised his head slightly and wet the hair on his temples.That day was the No. 20 four years when he lived soberly in the world, but if the time of sleeping is included, it was exactly 400 years.

The changes in the world shocked him. The descendants of the Seven Divisions were waiting for him outside the mausoleum. He followed them all the way to the headquarters, received five months of study, and then embarked on the journey alone.

He was not dazed and without a plan, he wanted to walk the path she had walked, and walk it again, just like she had looked for him.It's just that what once stood between them was only the space between them, but now it was a long time that blocked his footsteps.

The area of ​​the desert has expanded, and the oasis that existed in the past has long disappeared. On the renamed Longya Desert, he finally saw the longevity tower.It is now riddled with holes, but it has become a very famous tourist attraction. It is engraved with the life of Lu Huayang, a female general of Feilian. This tower is also said to be built by the local people in gratitude for Huayang's generosity. It has been repaired many times by the government, and many tourists stand there to take pictures.The tour guide told the story of Lu Huayang's life over and over again, and called her and Major General Xichuan Zhaonan together as the twins of the world, second only to Empress Dayong.In the eyes of future generations, those ups and downs are just a wonderful story with ups and downs, and the sound of admiration keeps ringing out, like a gentle wind, untimely echoing in every corner of the desert.

He stood outside and watched for a long time. The dry wind was blowing on his face. The sandy soil that had been scorched by the sun for thousands of years was like a forest on fire, exuding raging heat. The pale man was silent, Ren Changfeng blew through his windbreaker, his white collar, and his black hair. The sky gradually darkened, and minibuses disappeared at the end of the desert. , he finally did not walk over, but turned around slowly, led the camel, and gradually moved away step by step.

The time was so fast and so long, he walked all the way, alone, with a thin back.

In the blink of an eye, five years passed in a blink of an eye.The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the wasteland in southern Xinjiang, the ice field in the north, and the desert in the west along the Silk Road from Yumen Pass all the way to Kashgar Lake, but the bustling and lively Jingjue ancient city in the past has disappeared, and the fierce and vigilant Lie Ma has also been submerged in it. In the long river of time, the former Great Xia was renamed Afghanistan, and the people in Rome were no longer in turmoil.He went to the Persian Gulf, went to the mouth of the Indus River, went to Pakistan, he walked out of the desert, and braved the wind and waves to go to remote northern Europe, South Africa, and the extremely cold place in the extreme north that she once said, and met a white man with blue eyes , dark-skinned Africans, Eskimos who are not afraid of the cold...

He has seen so many people, so many beautiful mountains and rivers, and so many different customs and cultures, but after all, he never saw that handsome face that has been entangled in his mind repeatedly.The relentless time has cut a huge gap between them, he can't get through, and she can't come back.

That day, at the mouth of the Persian Gulf, he finally saw the White Pagoda built by Empress Darong herself. The tower is more than 80 meters high and is made of white stones. It is simple and unpretentious, white and clean.In addition to its commemorative value, this white pagoda has been requisitioned by the government as a lighthouse to guide long-distance ships. At night, the light on the top of the pagoda is burning brightly like a star.

He stood under the tower, raised his head, and watched quietly.An old man from India came staggeringly, and seeing him approaching him enthusiastically, the old man told him that the tower was built under the supervision of Empress Dayong after she led an army to attack Bactria. Jingjueyu, translated into Uighur is Yimaer, and in Chinese it is called Changsheng.

The White Pagoda of Xiluo, guarding longevity.It has been lost through the ages, but the White Pagoda is still there, but his eternal life will never be found again.

He took off his backpack, squatted on the beach where the waves could not reach, lit a bonfire, and took out the contents of the backpack.

It was a thick stack of yellowed white paper. If a knowledgeable archaeologist saw it, he would know at a glance that it was a precious cultural relic that had been preserved for thousands of years through secret methods.The white paper is full of slightly scribbled calligraphy. If you look carefully, you can still recognize the written content.

The sea breeze with the fishy smell of the waves blew towards his face, brushing over his tired brows and eyes, there was a poignant taste.The fine sand was stepped on by him, making a slight rustling sound. They seemed to remember that many years ago, also in this land, a thin and thin woman came here thousands of miles away, crying on the ground.

Who lost whom?And who can't let go of the past and live persistently in the memories?Eternal time has passed, Yimaar, have you forgotten me?
"Zhiyan, today is No.60 nine days away from you. I finally have the courage to write your name and embark on a journey to find you. I don't know how far this road will go, how many years it will take, the world Although it is big, there is no place that my feet can't go. I firmly believe that as long as I want to find it, I will find it one day. You once said that I am the strongest person in the world, no matter what happens , will not be defeated, I will not just admit defeat like this, and neither can you. I will definitely take you back to our home, don’t go too far, just stand where you are, and wait for me.”

"Zhiyan, today is the 190th day of parting. I arrived at Dongting Lake. It's autumn. The people here are busy harvesting wheat. The scenery here is very beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, quiet and serene. The person at the foot of the lake The old man is very kind. He agreed to let me leave the letter. He will keep it and show it to passers-by to help find you. I went to town yesterday, and on the way back I met a white puppy that looked very similar to Rhubarb is also the same fat. Rhubarb has been reluctant to exercise since you left, and has become fatter and fatter. I passed by Pengyang City half a month ago and went in to have a look. I didn’t go home, but just looked at it from afar Eye. I saw Cheng Xiao carrying it to the rice store. When he came back, he didn’t hold it, but held a bag of rice. Rhubarb is too much. Come down and walk. Cheng Xiao is still used to it. If it were me, I would definitely kick it twice. Zhiyan, when you come back in the future, you must repair it properly and lock it in Lianzhou's stinky boots. Smoke that guy to death."

(End of this chapter)