For a Prosperous World

The black general who was riding on the horse looked at the dead army, pulled the reins, walked back to his army, and said to the people behind him.

"Buried these people."

On that day, the gate of Xianyang was opened, and a beam of fire rose in the fire. In the flame, it seemed that Qin Shi had been burned.

During the Western Han Dynasty, the person who wrote the book dropped the last word, the pen stopped, and then set it aside. When it was finished, the person sitting in front of the desk case blew out the lamp, and the light of the fire went dark on the theory of passing Qin.

The Tatars left for a while, leaving the book stand alone on the desk case, waiting for the ink to dry.

Twenty years later, a man named Sima Qian was commissioned as Taishi.

推 He pushed open the door of Taishige, and stood silent for a long time before the countless books.

Sunshine shined into Taishige from behind him, illuminating the side in front of him.

突然 He suddenly had an idea, he was going to write a book, a book enough to remember the world.

想 He thought that book was history.

After that day, he had read almost all Tibetan in Taishige.

The next day, he removed a volume of Jianwen from a bookshelf, probably no one had read it for a long time, and a layer of dust accumulated on it.

He blew away the dust on the essay, and Sima Qian opened the essay, his eyes fell into it.

"Over Qin theory?"

He looked at the text in Jane's, frowning suddenly, suddenly he seemed to find something, there was a place in that text that was scratched.

I wasn't erasing it, it was just a stroke, Sima Qian carefully looked at the scratched handwriting.

"Mourning Army Bai Xiao ..."

His eyes lit up and murmured, "This person can remember."

...

The Qin Dynasty has gone, and troubled times have started again, as if there would never be a stability in this world.

In a mountain forest, the water rang, and a low waterfall rushed down into the rocks and mountains below, bringing a sound of water splashing.

The two entered the forest and stood by the waterfall.

I do not know how far a little beast howled and ran into the forest and disappeared.

Gai Nie looked at the waterfall with a look of recollection in his eyes.

His eyes moved, and he squatted down and looked at a pebble on the side of the waterfall.

There are several scratches on it. He still remembers that when he practiced his sword, he always liked to practice on this stone.

He reached out and touched the scratches on the stone, Gai Nie laughed slightly.

"Uncle, it's not very peaceful near Xianyang City recently, we better leave early."

Wu Tianming said behind Gai Nie, his eyes fell on the mountain forest.

Gai Nie nodded and stood up.

"Okay, just a moment."

He just came to see and see if the thing was still there.

The two walked towards the depths of the forest until they stopped in front of a clearing.

There was a dead wood standing there, almost decayed.

Gai Nie stepped forward slowly, Tianming looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He saw that he stabbed in the soil with a sword and dug out the soil, and dug out a cloth bag.

This is what the uncle Weizhuang wants to see?

Yun Tianming thought so.

"It's still there." Gainie said to himself, sat down, put the cloth bag on his lap, and opened it.

There were three pieces of wood in the cloth bag, and Gaine picked up one of them.

I held it in my hand for a long time, and for a long time, raised my head and smiled, as if I understood something, but didn't say it.

The wind blew through and let the leaf shadows of the forest, and the two people sitting in the forest left.

The cloth bag was placed on the ground, and a piece of wood fell to the side. The two handwritings on the front were no longer clear, but the two characters on the back were still clear.

"Uncle, don't you go back?"

"No, no one will come again."

The silhouette left.

A fallen leaf was blown down by the wind and floated down. After a few rotations in the air, it finally fell on the wood on the ground, obscuring the two words below, the word Taiping.

...

It was very quiet at night, not to mention that almost no one came on the mountain road in the suburbs.

You can hear the sound of the flowing water of the Wei River in the distance.

Asakusa by the road was shaken by the breeze and made a thin sound.

Everything seems to be quiet at night.

Until a voice came.

"Click."

The cricket seemed to be a cracking sound of earth, and a songworm in the grass jumped in surprise and jumped away.

Then there was a muffled sound, and a hand broke through the dirt.

If there is someone nearby, this one must be scared so that the three souls are no longer indefinite. Simply, no one came on the road that night.

Suddenly there was some mud on the hand that stretched out from between the dirt, but it looked slender as if it were a woman's hand.

Should have been a good-looking hand, but unfortunately there was a scar on the hand, which penetrated from the palm to the back of the hand, making this hand look a little scary.

The palm paused for a moment, then moved and grabbed it to the ground.

As the palm began to work hard, one arm broke out, and then the other hand. In the end, a large piece of dirt was broken open, but a person crawled out of the ground.

出来 The way of coming out is like the old corpse in the mountains spread by the folk, and it looks similar, but it looks like a general in front of him.

The man was wearing white clothes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The clothes with mud and some brown marks looked like dried blood.

There is a rusty armor on the outside of the jacket, and there is a hole in the chest of the jacket. Many places are no longer lookable.

Her hair dangled from her shoulders, looking like a woman.

She stayed there, with a half of the nail on her face that was split from it.

The half-face exposed is fascinating, and each place is exquisite, as if carefully carved.

The charming eyes are light and faint, but the air between the eyebrows is the spirit of the martial arts, which feels different from ordinary women.

The skin is very white and somewhat ill. It should be buried in the ground and not exposed to sunlight all year round.

After a short while, the woman was regarded as returning to God and raised her head to look around. There was no shadow in the night. She opened her mouth.

"I am not dead?"

The gurgling sound was hoarse, as unpleasant as frost.

The woman touched her throat uncomfortably, and there was some discomfort. If a needle was stuck there, it would have been too long to speak.

She stared blankly at herself, the rusty armor covered with mud.

"Where is this?"

She felt a pain in her chest, but there was no wound there, and she remembered the last word she heard.

He buried these people.

Xu eyes fell on the soil beneath her, reached out and grabbed a hand, and the dirt slipped from her palm.

Jain said in a husky voice.

"I am, come back to life?"