The pitch-black sky suddenly had an imperceptible black spot, and a line of purple light shot out of it, distorting and enlarging into a purple ball of light in a trance, swirling around the flame-like protective shield of light, like a meteor cutting through the sky and falling straight to the surface. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The heat that rubbed violently against the atmosphere wrapped another layer of blazing red flames outside the flame shield, and the whole thing was like a dark red fireball, dragging a long tail flame...... At first glance, it looks like an ordinary meteorite.

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A deserted island in the East China Sea, with a cliff near the sea.

The old man in sackcloth, with a bamboo cane in his hand, a dusty arm in his arm, and a sword on his back, faced the sea, and stood quietly in the face of the endless sea breeze and water.

Suddenly, the old man looked up at the night sky in the south, and the fire of the meteorite was reflected in the depths of his pupils as unfathomable as the sea......

"Strange! This meteorite flame is faintly so spiritual? ”

The old man in Mai looked moved, stroked his beard and thought about it, and said to himself: "Such a meteorite with extraordinary spirituality, with a little exercise, is an excellent treasure!" ”

As he spoke, he stared intently at the trajectory of the meteorite, pinching his fingers and calculating, and a series of sexagenary and numerical words came out of his mouth...... It seems to be calculating the specific location of the meteorite.

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Huainan Shouchun, desolate ancient tomb.

The crowned man sitting cross-legged pranayama suddenly raised his head, his warm gaze fell on the huge skylight at the top of the tomb, and he took in the fleeting dark red fireworks in the southeast of the night sky, and muttered to himself: "Meteors are traveling eastward, and blood is overflowing...... Could it be that the Han Dynasty will be in trouble again? ”

The man's tone was complicated, he raised his hand to caress the long hair of the shawl, and his eyes were fixed on the withered color of the black and gray at the tips of the hair, "The head is the meeting of the six yangs, Fang Jin's hair color has changed from black to white, it is already a sign that the yang energy is declining, and the medicinal power will be exhausted, and when the hair color is white one day, I will ......"

In a daze, the man's expression suddenly perked, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Luoyang in the northwest, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the tomb barriers, cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and invest in the majestic palace......

"Since it is always difficult to let go, and my life is about to end, why not give it a try to fulfill the unfinished ambition of my life?"

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"Hoo ......"

The wind howled, and the meteorite fireball pierced the sky.

The purple ball of light flickered in the ground, as if there was wisdom, and the trajectory of the meteorite fireball diagonally to the earth began to shift slightly, which was inconspicuous at first glance, but it accumulated continuously, and the angle of the deviation became larger and larger.

However, just as the violent wind pressure carried by the meteorite fireball hit the sea surface boiling, the fireball exploded, and the purple light ball rushed out of the flying dense sparks, and shot quickly against the waves towards the huge island selected at the beginning, disappearing into the night......

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Desert island cliffs.

"It's a different direction...... Fell into the deep sea? ”

The old man in sackcloth stared at the empty dark night in the south in a daze, his fingers pinching and calculating movements frozen on his chest......

Although the old man is one of the best strange people in the world, he thinks that he is just waiting to go to the Tang Tao Sea, but diving into the bottom of the turbulent deep sea to salvage a meteorite is not only vast and untraceable, but also unpredictable, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "Also, the gods are bestowed, and there is a fixed number in the underworld, how can you force it?" ”

"Well, looking at the original location of the meteorite, it should be there...... There are also descendants of old friends there, and perhaps the destined person of this meteorite is one of them! ”

"It seems that the fate of that clan has changed greatly, and there may not be no chance of recovery!"

The old man stroked his beard and pondered, his eyes were gloomy, "That's it!" The old man waited for more than ten years, and then went to see what this lucky person was like among the descendants of his old friend......

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"Book of the Later Han Dynasty and Astronomical Chronicles" -- On the night of Jiayin in March of the third year of Xiaohuan Yanxi, the meteor is as big as a melon, traveling southeast, shining on the ground, and the color is vermilion.