One hundred and twenty-four years.

Yan Guo Special House, Loyalty Mountain.

A train slowly stopped outside the recovery gate.

Three people got out of the car.

Three middle-age people.

When they explained the history of the faithful mountain to others, they quietly crossed the people and set foot on the mountain of loyalty, which was guarded by heavy soldiers.

And soon found the tomb of Yang Yanzi, Emperor of Yan Taizu.

One of them stepped into the main tomb in the mausoleum.

The other two also entered the tomb.

Large, magnificent and luxurious main tomb.

Quietly lay a purple coffin.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

One of them said, “Who’s going to wake him up?”

“I will come!”

One of them came forward, went to the coffin, and whispered, “Yang Yanzi, haven’t woken up yet?”

Less immediately.

The purple coffin began to quiver.

The cover of the coffin was turned over.

The man who had died came out of the coffin.

In the coffin, a layer of old skin and crane hair was left.

The nearly 150-year-old Yan Taizu returned to the 16-year-old.

Yang Qi groped his arm, and his face was stunned, “It’s crossed again?”

Among the three people standing in front of the coffin, one of them laughed and said, “Once you pass through, it is already a great blessing, how many times do you want to cross it?”

Yang Qi suddenly looked up, looking at the three middle-of-the-road people who appeared in his mausoleum in front of him, and said vigilantly: "The grave robber?"

The three shook their heads.

One of them said, "If we are going to steal a tomb, we will steal your own mausoleum, which is a hundred times safer than stealing your mausoleum."

“Who are you?”

7 asked.

One of them looked at the other two and smiled, “Let’s introduce, you two...”

“The Emperor, the government!”

“The new emperor, huh!”

“Son, be strong!”

Yang Qi looked at the three people in front of him with a stunned face and said incredulously, “You three?”

"Like you, you're a passer-by."

“...”

“Are you still alive?”

7 couldn't believe it.

The government laughed lightly: “The passer-by is immortal...”

Yang Qi asked some embarrassed, “Why is this so?”

I laughed and asked, “How do you see history?”

“Is it recorded in the history book?”

“Non or not!”

He smiled, “The long river of human history is like a tree.”History is like the trunk of a tree, and we traversals are variables in history, and once history has produced variables, there will be forks.

History does not fall apart by the changes that a person has occurred.

It will only appear in variables, constantly fork, fork again, and then grow into a large tree with many branches.”

Yang Qi was stunned: “Then the world I existed before?”

The three laugh without a word.

...

The strange things of the world, I don’t know.

Somebody is in business, someone is outside.

The people inside think they own the whole world.

People outside think they own the whole world.

In fact, whether it is the people inside or the outside, they have the whole world.

The existence of books is to help people create a world.

In this world, we can be a rich gentleman, or an emperor sitting on the top of the Nine-Five, or a general in the field of battle, or a general on the wind and moon in the wind and moon.

This is our world, a world that has ended.

But I believe that the story of the world has not ended here.

It’s in your head, and in my head, it’s still going on.

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