Water Dragon Yin: Title "Power Tilts North and South"

Sigh that the world is a lot of grinding, and the front of the hall often sends parting guests.

Since you went, you have watched the flowers in the air, and you can see the flowers in the air.

The word goose is single, lovesick and incomprehensible, lovesick and difficult to solve.

There are rings shaking, wind-swept robes, mottled shadows, and double weeping.

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Ask thousands of heroes, who can stop them for a moment?

Half of the Han family, the three armies are together, but the husband is not.

The long lance Ling Tian, for the king of the song, the golden Ou a que.

Wait for the white robe to roll, the mountains and rivers cover the back, and follow the crane.

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The green mountains are reckless, and the bamboo sea is turbulent.

The warm spring sun shines on every inch of land, enveloping and moistening all things in the world. The curling smoke drifts westward in the spring breeze, and you can faintly hear the joyful laughter of children playing in the water in the mountain stream.

If it weren't for the smoke and laughter, I'm afraid no one would believe that there would be villages and people's footprints in the deep mountains far away from the red dust and purple mo. But often human life is so humble and tenacious, able to take root and fall in any corner of the world, including this inaccessible mountain.

Birds flutter their wings through the air, and the village where the smoke rises is located in the depths of the bamboo sea.

If you can look down from the air like a bird, you can find that the whole village goes up the mountain layer by layer, and each platform actually has only two or three houses, made of bamboo and thatch, which is basically integrated with the surrounding bamboo sea, making it impossible to tell how many houses there are. The whole village goes from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and in fact, a small village is spread out along the mountain, which is very huge.

If you really put these houses together to calculate the size, I am afraid that they are not even half the size of an ordinary village in the Central Plains.

The wind blew the green bamboo leaves, and in a house halfway up the mountainside, the windows were ajar, and the sound of people coughing could be faintly heard.

"Come on, baby, you won't have hysteria after drinking this bowl of water, otherwise you are talking so much nonsense these days, it's really scary!" The voice was very old, with a distinctly southern accent, but it was all about caring.

The cough was still echoing, but it was clear that the man who drank the water no longer resisted, but simply drank it, allowing the old man to gently persuade him.

Lying on the bed made of bamboo, Li Xinchen's face was pale and gray, and he could even say that he burst into tears. The burning pain in his throat and the constant bitter taste made him want to spit out the sour water and bitter gall in his stomach.

However, he still held back, although he knew what he was drinking, but in order not to drink the second bowl, Li Xinchen gritted his teeth, held his breath, and didn't say a word anymore, as if the water just poured into a mouth could be squirted out.

This bowl of water was originally clear and refreshing mountain spring water, but when a burnt talisman was added to it, it was not so simple. The obvious bitter smell of the inferior paper, the strong burning smell after burning, and even the faint bloody smell of the Taoist priest who wrote the talisman were successfully combined.

This is not fighting poison with poison, this is killing people!

But Li Xinchen had to drink it, because he really didn't want to do such a senseless rejection and struggle, and he really didn't want to continue to relive this feeling tomorrow.

Waiting for Li Xinchen to lie down slowly, the old man on the side of the bed smiled and nodded, and said with great relief: "Isn't this good baby, this medicine is worth the price of an old hen in our family!" Baby, what did you shout 'go back' and 'wrong' a few days ago, but it scared the old man out of a cold sweat. You are resting right here. Let's go, girl, let the baby rest for a while. ”

The little girl standing beside the old man nodded with big eyes, stretched out her hand and took the old man's sleeve and walked out.

Li Xinchen, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

But in the hearts that others can't see, it is overturned.

It's been three days since he came to this world, and it's not so much that he is perfectly integrated with the original owner of this body, but that he was forced by the medicine just now, so that he has to admit that he is Li Xinchen, Li Xinchen of this era, not the amateur history lover who died in an accident and an incompetent little white-collar worker in the workplace.

Although it is a name, it is separated by thousands of years.

After three days, he finally gradually adapted to this body, and gradually calmed down from the chaos and confusion at the beginning, and accepted the memories left by the owner of this body. And after comparing it in private, Li Xinchen suddenly realized ashamedly that it seemed that his previous self was even worse than the previous owner of this body.

Li Xinchen before the crossing, male, born in the 80s, no house, no car, no wife, referred to as "three nos". Li Xinchen has loved learning since he was a child, but he just can't learn, his Chinese is not bad, but his mathematics and English are a mess, and he is a cripple, so he passed the high school entrance examination; History and geography are top-notch, but ideology and politics can't bear to look at it directly, so he can't be a liberal arts student, but fortunately, physics, chemistry, and biology can still be promoted, so he became a science student. According to the evaluation of his many teachers, this child is smart, but because he is smart, he likes to study seriously and learn well, and he always thinks lazily and can't see what he doesn't like.

Li Xinchen, who graduated from college, followed the new trend and went to graduate school, or wiped the edge, but he didn't get in, but fortunately he found a job, and the result was hard work and hard work, and later the young people went up, he was still a senior staff, and finally mentioned the section chief at the age of thirty, but he was a section chief in charge of the company's logistics, and it was better to call it "material management section chief", and it was difficult to say that it was "looking at the warehouse", and there were two old men who were about to retire, no oil and water at all, no power and no wealth, and they were single until now, "waste wood and white-collar workers" These four words are simply tailor-made for him.

And Section Chief Li, who has been rubbing the edge for half his life, walked by the river to think about the future - in fact, he was in a daze - when a car came over, this time it was rubbing the edge again, Section Chief Li was not hit by the side, but his feet were unstable and he fell into the river.

When he woke up, he was already here, ending his thirty years in the bag.

Li Xinchen in this life, the child rescued in the village. His father died and his mother was pregnant and he ran all the way down the hill, weakened and rescued by the villagers, but two months later his mother gave birth to the child, who died of prenatal shock and blood loss during childbirth.

So Li Xinchen was born an orphan.

But he wasn't alone, as many people in the village shared his identity. The villagers have saved an unknown number of people in the chaotic wars between the north and the south again and again, Li Xinchen is still very good, at least he still knows his birthday.

Nineteen years old this year, and there are ten days left before the coming-of-age coronation ceremony.

As for this year, it is the ninth year of Taijian of Southern Chen and the first year of Xuanzheng of Northern Zhou (author's note: 578 AD). Although Li Xinchen is not very familiar with the names of these two dynasties, as the first in the history of the original grade, he knows very well when this is.

Southern dynasties. About 500 to 600 A.D.

In short, it was 1,500 years before the era in which Li Xinchen once lived.

Li Xinchen didn't quite know what happened this year, but he still had good historical common sense to tell him that in less than five years, the Sui Dynasty would be established, and in about ten years, the Chen Dynasty would disappear as the last dynasty of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Maybe as long as you hide in this village and live quietly for so many years, you can wait for the arrival of a peaceful and prosperous world. But think about it, the Sui Dynasty didn't exist for long, and he had to face the Sui and Tang Rebellions again when he was old······

Suddenly, Li Xinchen involuntarily rolled his eyes, if he didn't try to change, but just be a salted fish traverser in this village with peace of mind, then he would have to face another unknown war in the future, and before that, Emperor Yang of Sui tried all means to levy strong men and squander.

What's more, Li Xinchen's memories tell him that this village is not safe either.

For example, they had already fought three or four times with a group of bandits outside the two hills to the north, and both sides had been killed or wounded, and although the bandits eventually retreated, the elders of the village estimated that they would definitely not give up.

It's a troubled time, Li Xinchen has a feeling of wanting to cry without tears. I have lived for so many years in my last life, and I have really never seen a living bandit.

The two dynasties of the north and south fought in Huainan and Jiangbei, and the flesh and blood mills were generally beaten, fighting every day and every year, and this small village at the junction of Henan and Huaibei could not live in peace.

To tell the truth, Li Xinchen really doesn't have the ambition of "heroes in troubled times", but even in order to survive, he must stand up and go out. Even if it's just to make the second half of his life more chic.

Stretching out his hand to support the thick bamboo pole that formed the edge of the bed, Li Xinchen slowly sat up,

The sun was shining through the window on him.

"Fifteen hundred years ago." Li Xinchen muttered, reaching out and gently stroking the lines of the bamboo pole, and also caressing the life of 1,500 years ago.