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Prosperity grows and wanes like floating clouds, and immortality must be built to be great. Zhuang wants to help the sky fall, and his ambition will not enter the group.

When the danger is in the past, the heroes are buried, and the heroes are early. The strange thing is that the history books are inexhaustible, and a great cause shocks the past and the present.

A drop of water fell on the corner of Yang Er's eye, and Yang Er slowly came to his senses. When I opened my eyes, I felt a drizzle of rain on my face, and the rain dripping from the top of my head along the corner of the table fell right between the corner of my right eye and my temple. It was gray all around, and the back of his right hand was exposed and soaked in the rain. His bare upper body and other parts were covered by the bar and were not wet. There was a scorching smell in the air, the smell of burning wood being extinguished by the rain. Yang Er didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he didn't know if it was early morning or evening in the gray sky. Yang Er moved his legs, feet and arms, fortunately everything was normal and there was no pain, but he was pressed by the bar, and it seemed that there were several thick pieces of wood with the size of a bowl above the bar, and one of them was still smoking. It's quiet, it's terrible! Yang Er felt a little chilled.

"That's not right! After the earthquake at two o'clock in the afternoon, it should have been a few hours after watching the sky! Why can't you hear people's voices, are they all dead? How is this possible! I didn't run out, but there were people coming and going on the street, and none of the people who ran out of me died, and the neighbors outside couldn't be fine. It's okay if you don't come in to save yourself, but it's strange that there are no cries for help and no crying. Yang Er moved his body and tried to lift the bar counter pressed on his body up, but he was unsuccessful. The bar itself was not heavy, but the few large logs and some other wooden boards pressed on it were really heavy, and the posture of being pressed made Yang Er unable to exert his strength.

"Oh, that's not right???" Yang Er felt more and more wrong, and it seemed that the whole person was not good. "Damn, this teahouse is made of brick and concrete, how can there be so many big logs and planks pressed on the head? Isn't it true that I hid under the bar in a hurry to avoid being crushed to death by the precast cement slabs and brick walls falling from the roof? How is it that all around is all burning wood that has smoked or not burned? Can't see a single brick? Yang Er felt that everything in front of him was incredible!

With the operation of his mind, something that made Yang Er even more surprising suddenly appeared in his mind: the characters recalled in his mind were all ancient costumes, to be precise, all Tang costumes. Some of them were dressed as civil servants, and some were dressed in armor; those who have imperial costumes and queen's maids' palace costumes; More often than not, men and women, old and young, dressed in leather armor and coarse cloth。。。。。。 The military generals respected themselves, and the ordinary soldiers and the common people were subservient to them. And he seems to have a kind of self-respecting arrogance in directing the country. And for the emperor sitting in the dragon chair above the main hall, and the queen Yang Er on one side, he felt a sense of kinship. Yang Er's head was a little dizzy at this time, and the dizziness forced Yang Er to want to sleep.

"Quick, a few of you are looking around carefully, and if you find the prince, report it immediately." With the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, a thick roar woke up Yang Er, who was about to sleep.

"Lord Wang? Is it yourself? Are people out there looking for me? Combining the memories in his mind and a strong feeling, Yang Er concluded that he was the so-called prince they were looking for.

"What the hell is going on? It should be the People's Liberation Army that appears now! With such a big earthquake, there should be no complete buildings in the entire county. The PLA should save the victims of the city. How can you simply designate to save the prince? Isn't it the People's Liberation Army that came over? Yang Er's head began to hurt. Suddenly, a thought burst into my mind: "Could it be that I was shaken by a great earthquake that is rare in a thousand years to ancient times and to the Tang Dynasty?" Which prince am I? Yang Er's head became more and more groggy, and sleepiness hit him.

"Did you find it? Flip through it carefully. It was still the rough voice shouting, with a Guan Shaanxi accent, at most 5 meters away from the bar, like a thunderclap, waking Yang Er up.

"Hey... Looking for me? Get me out. Yang Er shouted out weakly.

"Over here, come here." The rough voice stepped in front of Yang Er in the bar in an instant.

Squatted down to take a look, and exclaimed, "Lord Wang, are you okay?" ”

Yang Er glanced at him with his head tilted sideways, and said softly, "I can't die." I won't die so soon! ”

Yang Er ridiculed the scoundrel. Although the sky was dark, Yang Er could see it completely clearly, and saw the person in front of him clearly: this person is about 1.8 meters tall, looks powerful, five big and three thick, leopard head and eyes, and short beard. Wearing a white Fan Yang felt hat, a soap-colored arrow suit, a pale yellow short hanger, tiger skin boots, and a red-tasseled spear with an iron handle, the head of the spear is shiny.

"Is this Lin Chong? Could it be that it is now the Northern Song Dynasty? "I didn't see the People's Liberation Army in green uniform, and Yang Er affirmed the fact that he had crossed. Close your eyes and strongly suppress the feeling that you want to scold.

Before the others could gather, Loud Voice had easily brushed aside a few logs and broken planks pressed on the bar and lifted the bar with one hand. Yang Er felt a lightness on his body, and slowly stood up with his hands on the ground. Look at the body is still the same as before the crossing, shirtless, wearing a pair of black strappy casual shorts, and a pair of gray foam sandals.

"Come on, general, is the prince okay?" Several young men dressed as ordinary people with knives gathered in a circle from different directions.

Yang Er turned to face these people, "Lord Wang is well!" Several people shouted in unison.

"Lord Wang, come to protect the child before the prince is in danger, and ask the prince to punish him."

Looking at the circle of people kneeling on one knee in front of him, Yang Er's head was covered suddenly. Coming to take care of the child? In my impression, there was only a general named Lai Hu'er in the early Sui Dynasty. This surname is so strange that it can be said that there is no one before or since, Yang Eryi finished reading "The Great Sui and Tang Dynasty" in junior high school, and he was still very impressed by the future protector of the three armies under Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty in the early Sui Dynasty.

"Could it be that I arrived in the Sui Dynasty? This is a short-lived dynasty! Rajah? Could it be that I am one of the 5 sons of Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty? ”

"Come, General, please get up. Let me ask you, do you know the title of this king? After Yang Jian established Sui on behalf of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, he appointed his eldest son Yang Yong as the crown prince, and the other four sons were all crowned kings.

"Lord, how can the last general not know. The prince was crowned King of Jin by the Holy Lord the year before last. Lord Wang, are you really in good health? Lai Hu'er couldn't help but get nervous.

"This king is fine, but he was hit on the head by this catastrophe and was slightly dizzy, just rest for a while. Is there a place to fix nearby? Yang Er is completely clear about his new identity, and he has actually become Yang Guang, a faint monarch who has been criticized by later generations for thousands of years. So where did Yang Guang go in this era? Could it be that he was already dead in the earthquake, and his soul crossed into the troubled era of the Great Sui Dynasty and was attached to Yang Guang, who suffocated in the fire.

"Lord, there is a big manor more than 10 miles to the east, called "Iron Hammer Village", we can rest here. Laihu'er relieved herself and replied in a muffled voice.

"General, search out the prince's clothes, packages, gold and silver signatures, etc. from the ruins of the side house." A guard stepped forward and bowed.

"Okay, immediately take out your clothes, shoes and socks and wait for the prince to dress neatly."

"Fetch the bronze mirror, I'm going to fix my makeup." Yang Er shouted loudly. He wanted to confirm one thing, that is, to see what this Yang Guang's body, especially his face, looked like. He knew that Yang Jian was a powerful instrument when he was young, and he looked good and looked like an emperor. Yang Guang, the Yang Emperor of the Sui Dynasty in history, is very similar to his father, and he is famous for his "beautiful posture" in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and there are not many historical figures who can be so evaluated.

"Well, it's really good, it's good to cross over this body, it shouldn't be better. This Yang Guang's face is quite similar to my appearance in later generations, but it looks a little immature. The height is about the same. Yang Er thought about it, and couldn't help but stretch out his arms, and with a slight concentration, the muscles of his upper arms instantly bulged, and the abdominal muscles were also obviously numerous.

Soon, with the help of the guards, Yang Er changed his clothes and arranged his hair. Look at the person in the mirror again: the body is straight, wearing a soap towel with 10,000 characters, eyebrows into the sideburns, phoenix eyes facing the sky, bright stars, nose like hanging gall, jade bone ice, clear ware Yu Xuanang, a light yellow gold silk thick shirt, a hero belt around the waist, a three-foot gold sheath talisman sword hanging on the left, and a white Hetian jade pendant hanging on the right, he is really a beautiful man in ancient costume.

After seeing that Yang Guang was dressed neatly and there was nothing wrong, he came to protect the child and ordered the guards to lead a horse. "Lord Wang, please get on the horse, and I'll wait for the surrounding escorts to go to Iron Hammer Village." Yang Er turned around and was about to get on the horse, when he suddenly paused.

"Wait a minute, this king still has his belongings, take them all away, and there will be no loss." Yang Er finished speaking to Laihu'er, turned around and came to the overturned bar. He wanted to see if there was any change in what he was pressing on his body before. He knew exactly what those things were. Before the earthquake, he and Mazi specially sent a batch of grain to Tang Feiran, who was on duty in the teahouse. It was a back of 100 eggs, a woven bag of red potatoes (sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes) just dug out of the ground, to say the least 100 catties; There are also half-sacks of potatoes that are not easy to perish, which were originally stored under the bar, and red-skinned peanuts that Yang Er specially gave to Tang Feiran for blood replenishment. These are not good things at all in the 21st century, but they are quite precious in the Great Sui Dynasty 1,500 years ago. Yang Er leaned over to check these things, fortunately, these things were still there. By the way, I opened the drawer in the middle of the bar, and there was nothing inside.

"It shouldn't be! I remember there was a lot of change, tea, poker, chess, and so on! Why is there no more? Yang Erbai was puzzled, in fact, what he wanted to find most were a few commonly used medicines, such as two boxes of anti-inflammatory amoxicillin that should be available, and Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid for preventing heatstroke and treating diarrhea. But nothing!

"Is it true that only things that come into contact with one's own body can pass through with oneself? It seems that this is the only explanation, and there is no trace of the monitor and phone on the bar, as well as the mobile phone on the surface. Alas! That's not bad either. Yang Er thought with relief.

"Come to the general, bring all these things, none of them are missing."

"Forget the egg! We don't lack this stuff. Laihu'er shouted.

"With it, not a single egg can be missing, it can't be broken. By the way, even the back basket is carried by the most stable and close guard. ”

"Where did the rice come from between these eggs? Could it be that these eggs were sent from the south, this is not easy! One of the guards said as he carried the basket on his back.

Yang Er's eyes lit up, and his heart was happy. I hadn't noticed this yet, the rice grains in this basket were meant to prevent the eggs from breaking during handling. There are at least 10 catties of modern fine rice sandwiched between these 100 eggs! This was more precious than gold in the Sui Dynasty thousands of years ago.

"The herald, the guards carrying these items on their backs, pledged with their lives that they would not be lost. If you lose it, you will not be spared! "Yang Erwang's domineering aura was exposed, and he viciously distributed his guards.

"Don't worry, the prince is proper, and there will be no mistakes!" A few of the guards replied. Laihu'er on the side looked at Yang Guang, the king of Jin on horseback, in amazement.

"Report to the king!" A stocky guard stepped forward to give a report.

"What else?" Laihu'er stepped forward and asked.

"Report to the prince and the general, I found an object in the wood debris and carbon wood next to it, which was shining with silver light all over its body, which was very eye-catching. After it was dug out, it turned out to be a stick, three feet long, like a weapon, I don't know what it was. ”

"Oh... Forehead! Yang Er immediately dismounted and walked over, he knew that this must be the self-defense weapon he brought back from the south, the "Iron Rod". At the moment when he hid under the bar, he grabbed the iron rod leaning against the side of the table and put it against the corner under the bar, and subconsciously wanted to use it to support the bar, so as not to crush the bar by the shaking floor and crush himself to death.

Yang Er took the silver iron rod from the other guard and laughed.

This is a weapon that a certain family has in hand, called "Silver Chisel Qiankun Dulong Pestle", which is made of snowflake and black iron outside the sky, and it is extremely tough. After Yang Er brought back this stick, in order to prevent rust, he went to his father's factory to find the electroplating workshop where the school's senior brother was, and in exchange for a pack of cigarettes, the whole body of the stick was plated with a layer of metal gong, which looked like a layer of shining silver, which shone brightly in the sun, and was dazzling in an instant.

"Lord Wang, when these things came, I didn't see the Lord Wang carry them, I don't know where these treasures came from?" Laihu'er asked in surprise when he saw this.

"This fire, this king is not dead, it is like being reborn, so providential! All kinds of opportunities, it's not too late to say goodbye to the general in the future! Come, go, get out of here. Yang Er jumped on the war horse, turned the horse's head and shouted loudly.

Lai'er and the guards mounted their horses and galloped in the direction of Hammer Village.

Yang Er is a descendant of the Tibetan and Qiang people, living in Wenchuan Qiang Autonomous County, and has never left Ma since he was a child. This is just like the Han people will ride a bicycle without a teacher since childhood, and it is natural to gallop on horseback.