In June 2020, Mengla County, Yunnan Province.

The sky is gloomy, and it doesn’t rain when it is thunder and rain. The weather is very strange.

A black Toyota Camry was parked at the foot of a barren mountain thirty kilometers southeast of the county.

"It should be here." The young man got out of the car and looked up at the top of the mountain covered by black clouds, showing a solemn look on his face.

The young man stood at the foot of the panicked mountain. Although he came for the first time, he felt very familiar with it, as if he had been there before.

He walked straight to the mountain road. The wind was howling, making the branches sway. The sky became a little gloomy again and it was about to rain.

The moment before the heavy rain fell, the young man walked into the abandoned temple on the mountainside. The walls of the temple collapsed and the yard was covered with weeds. It was obvious that he had not visited for a long time.

The door of the temple hall was open. When the young man walked in, he saw a wooden carving inside, with a knife-cut face, lifelike, and his appearance was somewhat similar to his.

The young man looked at the dilapidated temple and looked at the forgotten hero, and couldn't help calling out: "King of Jin!"

With this call, lightning and thunder were heard outside, heavy rain was pouring, and the sky suddenly darkened, just like the night.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, an old farmer saw the movement on the top of the mountain and was not surprised. "The ghost soldiers have passed by again."

Amid the shocked eyes of the young man, a surprising scene appeared in the temple. A group of ancient soldiers wearing purple flower-double armor, iron helmets, and bird guns suddenly appeared in the yard.

They were arranged in a row horizontally and vertically, with murderous aura all over their bodies, and a bright sun and moon flag fluttering in the wind.

The sky was pitch black, and it was raining heavily outside the temple, but no drop of rain fell in the yard, as if it was not the same world as outside.

"Your Highness!" The general in the iron armor shouted loudly, "Zhongwu Camp was ordered to cut off the rear, and no one was injured or killed. I wish you to welcome your highness to return."

The ancient soldiers with fluorescent faces knelt on one knee in one knee, their movements were neat and uniform, and the scene was extremely strange.

The young man took two steps back, and when he heard the legends from the post bar, it was all true, just because of the saying "Let the death be dead, don't surrender!", these soldiers were waiting for their King of Jin to come back!

The young man rubbed his wet eyes, unable to believe it, not sure if it was an hallucination.

At this time, the ancient general walked towards the sculpture with excitement on his face, "With His Highness here, he will drive away Jiannu and recover the rivers and mountains, just around the corner."

The young man looked at the general, looking at the scene in front of him like a holographic projection, and felt that a strong emotion suddenly surged from his heart to his throat, as if he was about to burst out.

Three hundred and sixty years have passed, and the Ming Dynasty has long been destroyed. Could it be that their souls have been waiting here alone, waiting for their Highness to lead them to regain the mountains and rivers!

The young man's eyes were wet and blurred his vision. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, the general and the soldiers who saluted the yard had disappeared.

This is a mirage, but he clearly saw it and heard it.

The young man raised his head, the dark clouds dispersed on the top of the mountain, a ray of sunlight shone on the temple, and a rainbow appeared in the sky, as if it was a passage connecting the kingdom of heaven.

"The Qing Dynasty is dead, rest in peace!" the young man murmured at the rainbow.

...

At the barren mountain, the black car driver and his Camry were still parked there.

The young man opened the back seat door and sat in, "Master, go back!"

The driver was a Northeastern man. He put away his cell phone and cursed, "What's the best thing about a dilapidated temple? I have to wait for so long, so I have to pay more!"

The young man's face sank, "That is the temple of the anti-Qing hero Li Dingguo!"

The old man didn't care, didn't notice the unhappiness of the young people, and continued to joke: "What era is it? Our Manchus are not part of China! They are also heroes of the Qing Dynasty! In today's words, it is called hindering national integration."

"Stop!" the young man said angrily.

But at this moment, an amazing scene suddenly appeared on the road. A flashing white thunder ball fell from the sky and bounced a few times on the road. The driver hurriedly killed the car, but the thunder ball moved horizontally and quickly got into the car.

That night, Mengla County News reported that a murder occurred in the country road of Manga Village, this county, waiting for an opportunity to die with the passenger.

At the same time, in Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi, an old man who knew astronomy discovered that astronomy was shining in the three horizons of Greedy Wolf, Qi Sha, and Pojun. It had been dim for nearly a hundred years. The Dou Sui, which represents Emperor Ziwei, suddenly became brighter.

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The world's general trend has been rising and falling since ancient times, and chaos and governance.

Because of the rise and fall of chaos, even if it is human affairs, it is also the luck of the times.

The world is in chaos, and the general trend is the trend, but by chance, it can also change the trend and destiny.

In 1640 AD, in the spring of the 13th year of Chongzhen, there was no rain in Zhongzhou and locusts passed by, which seemed to be another bad year.

Dengfeng County, Henan.

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, beside the Yingshui River, the sun at noon shines on the cracked river beach.

At this time, beside the wheat field far from the river bank, a strange-dressed boy was lying in a weed-covered ditch, staring at a grasshopper eating wheat seedlings.

Behind the boy, there were a few boys of his size, all of whom remained motionless like him.

"Young Master, it's time to take action!" The dirty child reminded the boy.

The boy lay on the ground and did not move until the grasshoppers fell down. He suddenly stood up and shouted: "Children, kill the enemy!"

After speaking, the boy jumped up, held the net bag and covered the grasshoppers. The friends also picked up their homemade nets and rushed into the sea of ​​grasshoppers, which made the grasshoppers scatter.

The young man was named Gao Huan, and he was the eldest son of Gao Laozhuang rich man Gao Youcai. As the eldest son of the current patriarch of the Gao family in Dengfeng, Gao Huan was once trained by Gao Youcai as his successor.

However, Gao Huan has been different from others since childhood. He has a very naughty temperament and does not like to study. Instead, he likes to fight with children of the same age. He especially likes to organize his partners to simulate wars and become a general.

After growing up, Gao Huan still did not restrain his personality, and did not look like a noble family. He was wearing strange clothes and was arrogant and rude, and was rampant in the countryside like a demon king in the world. The people of the Gao clan thought that this young clan leader might have a problem with his brain, so he called him "Dengfeng Big Fool" in private.

In contrast, Gao Huan's half-brother Gao Jian has a completely opposite personality. He is not only diligent and studious, but also knowledgeable and well-educated. He also became a student in the county at a young age and is deeply loved by the old rich man Gao Youcai.

Many tribe members in the village also hoped that Gao Yan would inherit the position of patriarch. Gao Youcai would not care about Gao Huan and let him make trouble like a wild child.

The children rushed into the pile of grasshoppers, waved their net bags, and clumsyly caught the grasshoppers, but Gao Huan caught a full bag early, and then commanded his partners to fight like a general.

After a while, the grasshoppers flew away in shock, and the teenagers stood in a row with net bags, waiting for the general to review the results of the battle.

Gao Huan walked past them and saw that everyone had arrested more or less, but no one could compare to him. So he smiled and said, "Well, Zhao Xian, Huang Ting, and Yang Yan arrested more and promoted to deputy captain. The others will work hard next time to strive for meritorious service."

The young man who received praise raised his head, raised his small breasts, and felt a burst of pride.

"But you are still far behind me!" Gao Huan raised his own gain, with a look of pride.

When he was just proud, a angrily shouted suddenly from behind him, "Big fool, who told you to catch the locust gods to cause a big disaster, do you know?"

A man in his forties led more than a dozen men and rushed over fiercely. The young men scattered like chickens, but they were quickly caught by the men, and then they were beaten without saying a word.

Blood-red palm prints were immediately left on the little friend's face, and the men took away the net bag and poured out the grasshopper inside.

As soon as the grasshoppers landed, they kicked their legs and flew around, while the children were sobbed by the adults that they started to cry.

Gao Huan is the son of the patriarch, and no one dares to get started. The man pointed at his nose and continued to curse: "I'm ignorant, I'm messing around all day, and the Gao family's face is ruined. Why don't you give me the net pocket?"

This man is named Wang Jiaping. He is considered Gao Huan's uncle, but he is not his mother's brother, but his stepmother's brother.

When Gao Huan saw the young men being beaten to tears, he pushed Wang Jiaping to the ground and shouted loudly: "Stop it all, dare to fight my soldiers, you are tired of living."

When the men saw Gao Huan getting angry, they didn't dare to offend him too much, after all, he was the son of the boss.

Wang Jiaping was pushed by Gao Huan and was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Gao Huan dared to push him today.

He got up in a mess, and was furious in an instant. He raised his palm and was about to slap Gao Huan, "Big fool, how dare you hit your uncle!"

Gao Huan strangled Wang Jiaping's wrist and said coldly: "I don't have such an uncle, my uncle has long died!"

Men in Dengfeng all like to practice fists and feet. Gao Huan doesn’t like reading. He is brave and fierce. He is only fourteen years old, but his body is stronger than Wang Jiaping.

Wang Jiaping's face turned red. After all, he was not a member of the Gao family. As a servant, he could not beat Gao Huan in front of so many people. Even if Mr. Gao did not like this son, the young master was the young master.

Wang Jiaping narrowed his eyes and finally pulled his hands. He couldn't break free with the help of force. He couldn't help but feel angry and said, "Let me go!"

Gao Huan snorted coldly and let go of his hand. Wang Jiaping used too much force and almost fell down.

"Butler Wang!" The two men hurriedly supported him.

Wang Jiaping pushed them away, feeling a little surprised. He didn't know when this child's strength exceeded him.
Chapter completed!