The time I woke up was in 1127, that is, the second year of the Great Song Jingkang that you recorded. I was in the grave that year, and I didn't know what happened in the outside world, and I didn't know that it was the most humiliating time in your history, and I didn't know how many years had passed, and my little grave had turned into a mountain. I lay underground, spiritually closed, and the world was eerily quiet and lonely. Suddenly, a faint voice came into my ears, as if begging, although I couldn't understand what was said, but the fear and helplessness in it were empathetic, so I woke up. I was so crushed by the rocks that the earth shook as soon as I moved, and I tried to prop up the grave and hold the mountain in half. On that day, there was a major earthquake in Yizhou, with no casualties counted, and the earthquake was felt within a hundred miles around, which was all my reason. Therefore I have become an ominous symbol in your mouths.

When I came back to life and stepped into this world, I found that the surroundings had completely changed, the land was no longer a desert, but covered with a layer of green vegetation. The language was completely different for a long time, not the shrill horn, I didn't know it was extreme fear. I was able to tell that the sound that woke me up was from the mouth of the girl who was about to fall into the abyss. So, I saved her, and when I held her in my arms, she fell asleep in my arms. When the three golden soldiers came to cut me with knives, I only gave me three gentle pushes, and those three people died in front of my eyes. I never thought that people would become so weak, like an egg with a broken shell, that I can't help but finger it.

I live in a time older than the Cambrian period you know, perhaps because of the passage of time, and many memories are as clean as water. I don't know who I am, where I came from, why I died. Flying monsters, blood-sucking zombies, humans with superpowers, and the memories that remain in my brain are incompatible with everything in front of me, so I have to walk around, and finally learn that my kind has long since disappeared from the world. In the north I went to the East Slavic (Russian) tribes, and in the south I went to the country of Bharata (India). Wherever I went, she always followed. I knew I couldn't use my special abilities indiscriminately so as not to cause panic and become the enemy of you humans, so along the way, she helped me beg for explanations and solve a lot of trouble. She comforted me with the devastation I had caused because I had failed to control my abilities, and I realized that unconscious destruction was also wrong. After five years, I finally got to know the world, and finally I went to the capital of the largest country, then called Tokyo, where I have lived ever since. She knew I couldn't speak and started teaching me to read. She knew I didn't have a name and helped me choose a name. Since then, I have a real identity in this world, and at this time, the war has just begun...

Cui Houqing paused, took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

Yi Changfeng interjected: "Houqing, is there any meaning for this name?"

Cui Houqing said: "She said that there are no immortals in this world, but no one in history has my ability, he knows that there are four dragons recorded in the wild history, and her favorite one is called Houqing." ”

Yi Changfeng smiled: "For more than 800 years, your name has remained the same, and it has taken a lot of effort, right?"

Cui Houqing said: "According to your rules, I added a surname in front, and every eighty years, I changed my surname, so that I have been hiding it for more than 800 years, and you have spent the eighth century safely when you came back just now." Thanks to your friends, you helped me with my household registration. ”

Yi Changfeng stopped talking and looked at the other side seriously.

Cui Houqing looked out the window again, and the memory drifted away again...

It didn't take long for me to learn your words. When Beijin was looted and retreated satisfied, she was taken into the palace, and I learned that she was actually the youngest princess of the Zhao family, surnamed Zhao Ling'er. Not long after the peace, a wave of unsettled waves rose again, seeing the Northern Jin attacking the Song Dynasty, the Mongols attacking the Jin, and the war burned from the grassland to the Central Plains, and from the Central Plains back to the grassland. I also started my migration with the refugees. Moved from Bianliang (Kaifeng) to Yizhou, from Yizhou (Linyi) to Lin'an, and finally moved to Youzhou (Beijing) in the north before stopping. Here we opened a teahouse and chatted to get by...

Yi Changfeng exclaimed: "Could it be that the teahouse is this 'Lingqing Teahouse'?

Speaking of this, Cui Houqing paused and continued to recall...

From the end of the Northern Song Dynasty to the present day, the capital has been moved from Bianliang to Lin'an, from Lin'an to Dadu (Beijing), from Dadu to Yingtian (Nanjing), and finally to Beijing. After living here for more than 800 years, I have seen the war again and again, and this teahouse has been destroyed and rebuilt once, and it has long since disappeared from its original appearance, but her appearance still lingers in her memory.

Yi Changfeng suddenly interrupted: "How did she die?"

A hint of pain flashed on Cui Houqing's face, shook his head, and diverted the conversation...

I originally lived in an era full of aura, which is what you call nitrogen. For some reason, there is an extra oxygen component in the atmosphere today. After many years, from history to geography, from appearance to physiology, I have now adapted perfectly to life here. It's just that the oxygen in the air makes my function gradually decline, and if I can't find a way back, I may die here soon.

I believe in what you call reincarnation, so I've been searching for hundreds of years in the hope of seeing her again before I die...

......

Two hours later, Cui Houqing came out of the teahouse, and Yi Changfeng had already left half an hour ago.

The cold wind of the autumn night is blowing, the full moon is hanging high, Cui Houqing shrunk his neck, his heart is so cold, he has become more and more sensitive to the temperature in recent times, and people are wearing the same clothes, and they still feel the chill from the heart, it seems that the final day is closer. He sighed helplessly, as a monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years, he has been secretly born for so long compared to ordinary people, and in the face of death, he has nothing to be dissatisfied, but that trace of regret lingers in his heart, which makes him feel a little afraid in his heart.

Pedestrians kept shuttling on the road, and the crowd was buzzing, and he took a step towards his lodgings. With his keen senses, he could often see dirty hands and hear urgent cries for help, but he could only pretend that he didn't know. Although there are superpowers that others can't match, they can only be used in specific situations, and they can't break the laws of this world. Now, even he feels that he is in the control of fate, and he is walking towards death step by step, when he should be immortal.

Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, and he walked alone on the road, counting the street lamps with his head down. Living here, in order not to break the original rules, he can't have too many friends. In order to have no friends, he had to pretend to be cold, not to communicate with others, to be alone in everything, to try not to enter the hearts of others, and to try not to let others enter his own hearts. So always come and go alone and eat alone. Although there is no special food, I especially like blood products, whether it is raw or cooked, it is considered a supreme delicacy. But it can't be mixed with his blood, and only a milliliter can kill him. So he tried not to conflict with people, not to hurt himself and lose blood. He couldn't go to a life-saving hospital, because it was more like a hell for him.