Zhao Zihan walked leisurely to the east, and two days later, when he reached a flat place, there was a sudden crane cry in the sky for no reason, which was heartbreaking and sad.

I was stunned for a moment, and looked around, but I didn't see half of the crane, but I suddenly felt that there were thousands of scenes on both sides of the official road.

At this time, the sun is setting, the pedestrians on the official road are gradually decreasing, on both sides of the official road, the weeping willows are still clinging, the fine leaves are like cutting, the fields are open, the autumn breeze is cool, the fields and mountains, there are already wild flowers withering.

In the distance, wisps of cooking smoke rise, sometimes there is the sound of dogs barking, or sheep "bleating" and barking, donkeys "angang" crowing, faintly shepherd boy's piccolo is blowing, and there seems to be a slight singing voice rippling with the wind in the distance.

Alas, what a scene of a peaceful world!

Zhao Zihan sighed softly, he had been suffering from the wind and sand in the north for a long time, and he was full of emotion in his heart for a while, and he couldn't help but turn the horse's head and walk towards the place where the smoke was cooking.

He thought to himself: What I need now is a trip, a aimless, relaxed, stroll-like trip......

Like a traveler who travels far away, look at the mountains and seas, a horse and a flat river, endless white clouds, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll up...... Look at the end of the sky and the corner of the sea, what it looks like.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile slightly, exhaled softly, and my body and mind suddenly relaxed.

Turning a hill corner, a crooked river came into view, and there was a village of thirty or so people on the side of the mountain, and there was a huge elm tree beside the village.

Under the elm tree, there sat a few weeping boys and their dogs, and a faint frolicking sound came, which seemed to be "scissors", "rock", "paper!......

Zhao Zihan couldn't help but smile: This game is very old, and I still have a vague impression, which was told to me by my mother when I was five years old.

When I thought of my mother, I couldn't help but feel gloomy: I thought that back then, when the human race invaded on a large scale, my mother followed my father to the battlefield, and my parents never came back.

I've been an orphan ever since... For many years, it was always alone to face this sinister world.

At this moment, a call sounded in the village: Black dog, come back for dinner! Little Sanzi, it's time to eat~~~

The children suddenly got up from the ground one by one, slapped their butts and left, and scattered in a hurry.

What a warm and peaceful scene, what the people of the human race need, maybe just such a simple life.

Isn't that true of the demon race?

If the human and demon races start a war again, even if it is such a simple life, it will be easier said than done!

Will these children also be like themselves, bereaved and left with no one to rely on?

Seeing the tranquility of this small village, Zhao Zihan couldn't help but think of Zhaojiabao, and his heart couldn't help but move: how can there be an essential difference between the human race and the demon race? Or, among them, there are many ordinary and ordinary good people, right?

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the number of farmers who returned late on the road gradually increased, and these people looked at Zhao Zihan with surprise on their faces, and even whispered in twos and threes.

Oh, I'm dressed in Qingyangmen clothes, they can probably recognize it, Qingyang Mountain is in this Southern Qin, it's a household name......

Zhao Zihan was about to beat his horse, but was politely stopped.

"Little Immortal Master, since you are passing by here, why don't you go into the village to rest?"

This is an old man in a green shirt and a short shirt, he looks very old, his temples are gray, his face is gentle, and his face is hopeful.

There were three or five peasants standing beside him, faintly protecting the old man in the middle, and looking at this situation, this old man seemed to have quite a position here.

"Old man Qiao Sanwu, I've seen the immortal master!"

Seeing that Zhao Zihan was silent for a long time, the old man actually lifted his clothes and wanted to make a big salute.

Zhao Zihan was stunned: How can this be done?

Well, now I suddenly crossed three realms in a row, one is to find a place to stabilize the realm, and the other is that it is time to open the magic ring and take a look.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zihan hurriedly waved his left hand, and with a soft force to stop the old man from bowing down, he said: "It's okay, I'm fine, then I'll bother the old man!"

The old man was overjoyed, and several farmers on the side also smiled on their dark faces.

As the old man walked along the river, he turned a corner of the hill and saw a neat courtyard at the bend of the river.

This courtyard is blue bricks and black tiles, a few old willows in front of the door, peach trees are paired, a pair of plum trees, just look at the front of the door has been arranged very elegantly, and the houses are scattered, the corridor is a little, not like the ordinary mountain people's house.

The old man seemed to see Zhao Zihan's question, and said with a slight smile: "I am the head of the Qiao family here, and I am also the teacher here, what ...... here?"

"Oh, the plaque on the high gate over there is the Qiao family ancestral hall, and the neat row of blue brick houses is the school building. ”

Zhao Zihan felt that this old man was extraordinary, and felt that he might not be just an ordinary teacher, but he was afraid that there were some stories, so he couldn't help asking: "Old man, you...?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Little Immortal Master, please come in and talk." ”

When you enter the courtyard, there is a stone road, on both sides of the stone road, a few plum trees, the branches and stems are ancient, quite impressive.

After walking along the stone path for about 100 steps, you will see a small wooden building, hooked eaves and corners, beautifully decorated, with a round carved window below, and a half-old peach charm on the window.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in the old man's house, her old wife is still there, and she cooks a good meal.

Zhao Zihan knew that there must be a reason for the old man to invite him in, and he didn't break it, so he ate a good meal very comfortably.

Sure enough, after the meal, after serving tea, the old man invited Zhao Zihan into a small study, and the little girl came in to hold the lamp, placed some refreshments and retreated silently.

Zhao Zihan sat down silently on a wooden chair, did not speak, but observed the layout of the study with three points of curiosity.

The old man nodded secretly, and said in his heart: The immortal's popularity is really extraordinary, he is so young and so calm, it is really rare.

Under the flickering oil lamp, it can be seen that there is a painting on the first wall of the study: a touch of green mountains in the distance, faint in the distance, a few canopies of wormwood, growing on the side of the faint stream, and two thin-legged white cranes, which seem to stand beside the stream, seem to cross the green hills.

Zhao Zihan secretly praised in his heart: The person who paints must be an uninhibited person, otherwise it is difficult to have such a free and easy meaning in the painting.

Looking at the small wooden table next to the chair, an ink ruler pressed a few plain notes, Zhao Zihan's heart moved: Could it be that there is still a painting here?

I picked up a copy, not a painting, but a pair of words: peach trees were once planted next to the door, and a vein of water flowed through the green mountains.

After thinking about it, this seems to be a couplet, although it is far from neat, but it is very suitable for the surrounding scene of this courtyard......

There are still some strange associations in my heart: I heard the crane crying on the official road just now, but I didn't see the crane everywhere.

I couldn't help but smile slightly: How can there be such a strange thing? I think it's ridiculous, hehe.

After a little silence, I couldn't help but reach out and pick up another one, and look at it, but it was an old note, which seemed to have gone through some years, and it should be read: rolling the red curtain, the green mountains, the passing water, always the dream soul.

Take a closer look, the handwriting is graceful, it should be from the hand of a woman, and the emotions between the lines are indescribable.

Zhao Zihan was slightly stunned: This half-ancient word, isn't that also the expression of Sichun's little woman's thoughts?

On the inner side of the study, there is a thick bookshelf, on which there are some thread-bound books, most of which seem to be handwritten.

The oil lamp was bright and dim, and you could still see the slight dust on the bookshelf, which should have been untouched for a long time.

Is there anything strange about this? Zhao Zihan was slightly surprised in his heart, raised his head, and looked at the old man.

The old man smiled slightly, and slowly spoke: "This is my son's study, he has been in the royal capital of Luocheng for a long time, and in addition to cleaning this study from time to time, no one has come in for a long time." ”

Zhao Zihan bowed his head lightly and said: "I think he is extraordinary, I think he must have thousands of poems and books in his belly, but I don't know where to go high in Los Angeles?"

The old man's expression was slightly dark: "The child has no chance to cultivate the truth since he was a child, and he can't ask for the immortal way, but he also studies hard, and he has made a little bit of achievements in academics." ”

"Ten years ago, he graduated from the Department of Archaeology of Wangdu University and was admitted to the Los Angeles Institute of Archaeology to do archaeological research. ”

Zhao Zihan thought about it, this old man is so humble, since he said "a little accomplished", it is not easy to be afraid!

... Doctor, there are also many descriptions of the official positions of various kingdoms in the books of Qingyang Bookstore... I still have some impressions, it is not a petty official, it seems to be equivalent to a university professor, slightly inferior to the state and county, and slightly stronger than the county official.

"The dog has been stubborn since he was a child, likes to be biased, is not good at greeting, is a person who is a medium-minded person, but he doesn't want this to hurt him!"

When Zhao Zihan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little weird: Is he stubborn or not, good or not, does it have anything to do with me?

What does this old man want to do when he says this?

The old man seemed to see through the doubts in Zhao Zihan's heart, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Xiao'er has been obsessed with the study of the causes of the ancient tribulation for many years, and he... Hey!"

"Three years ago, at a top academic conference in Los Angeles, Xiao'er didn't know the severity, and he actually said at the meeting that the ancient catastrophe was caused by the invasion of the eight-legged monster in the Qing Ming. ”

Zhao Zihan's heart was shocked: Why! I actually heard such news in such a mountainous place?

He is a mortal, with his own strength, why ......

As for the origin of the catastrophe 3,000 years ago, the orthodox official conclusion and record has always been like this:

More than 3,000 years ago, ancient humans developed an unprecedented civilization, which is called "electric civilization".

In all corners of the city, ancient humans built many urban agglomerations that were almost contiguous, and the largest cities had a population of nearly 30 million.

Ancient humans built dense transportation routes, highways, railways, high-speed train networks, and suspended magnetic train lines on the continent.

There are huge steamers, warships of all kinds and unsinkable aircraft carriers at sea, and powerful submarines under the water.

The communication tools and complex "program software" such as "mobile phones" and "video phones" used by the ancients have been able to keep in touch and talk instantly.

The "robots" invented by the ancients can do almost everything for them: going to work, writing articles, writing reports, writing love letters, plowing the fields and sowing seeds, grazing cattle and sheep, washing and cooking, wiping and massage, playing football, playing cards, playing mahjong......

The "robot butlers" and "robot butlers" they create can fall in love with them, marry them, and may even be infinitely close to giving birth to their cubs......