Everyone wants to be the master of their own destiny, but there are always people who are trampled underfoot, people who are trampled underfoot. Either resign to the arrangement of fate, or rise up to resist.

There are only two kinds of results, success or failure, which may seem stark, but they are very real.

For Mei Xiaohan, he is already a successful person, and he now has more than any successful person he has ever seen.

But he is not satisfied, not because of his greed, but because he wants to know what he can achieve when he plays to his best.

Meicheng, under Mei Xiaohan's governance, is proceeding step by step according to his plan. At the same time, a large number of people were hurrying over, coming towards Meicheng from different directions and different time and space, which seemed to be a deliberate arrangement.

The first person to arrive in Meicheng looked very chic, whether it was his dress or dress.

His name is "Li Qingyang", he also yearns to be at ease, and puts all his emotions on a guitar, although his grades are not good, and he has no achievements in his studies, but his whole body is full of artistic cells, and he likes to play the guitar.

Because of chasing a "picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains", there is a feeling that I don't know whether it is in a painting or a dream. The land under his feet is the fertile land of the Great Song Dynasty.

Splendid rivers and mountains, scene by scene unfolded in front of his eyes like a picture scroll, flying past his eyes. With an acoustic guitar on his back, Li Qingyang broke into Meicheng.

Soon, Mei Xiaohan, who was hesitating, got the news that a strange person suddenly broke into Meicheng. Such a thing would not have attracted much attention, but because Mei Xiaohan was feeling bored in life recently, he happened to encounter such a thing, so he raised his interest.

"What kind of person broke in?"

Mei Xiaohan couldn't help but think in her heart: The ancients did not have ID cards, and their identities were difficult to identify, so it was not strange for outsiders to break in.

So Li Qingyang was brought over, and for people of the same era, they became quickly recognizable just from the way they dressed. After seeing this person, Mei Xiaohan quickly made a judgment that this person was likely to be a modern person. In addition to what he wears, there is also the guitar he carries on his back, completely modern craftsmanship.

Li Qingyang was also very surprised when he saw Mei Xiaohan, because he didn't expect that these people who captured him said that they were going to send him to meet their adults, and he didn't expect that the person in front of him was what they said to be the adults, because Mei Xiaohan looked younger than him.

"You're Mei-sama?"

Li Qingyang was still fiddling with his guitar and trying to brush the dust off it with his hands.

"You don't seem to be scared at all?"

"What's the use of being afraid?" Li Qingyang replied very calmly.

Then Li Qingyang said something that made Mei Xiao burst out laughing.

"I heard I crossed over?"

Mei Xiaohan couldn't hold back her laughter, but she wanted to cry a little, and said, "What you said is not wrong, if nothing else, you have indeed crossed over." ”

The visitor is a guest, and a guest from afar came to the boundary of Meicheng, no matter what the reason was, and no matter what his identity was. Mei Xiaohan felt the need to entertain him.

So, Mei Xiaohan invited him into his office, and the reason why he called it an office is because Mei Xiaohan never regarded himself as the lord of a city or the king of a city.

He wants to remind himself all the time that danger is everywhere and that he must work hard and struggle every day.

So Li Qingyang began to tell his story, because a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains came here inexplicably. At the moment, his classmates and friends were sleeping beautifully on the beach.

"What time is it?" Li Qingyang asked.

"The first year of Qiande".

Li Qingyang shook his head and said: "As an illiterate historian, I can't even tell the dynasties, how can I know which year the first year of Qiande is?" ”

Mei Xiaohan smiled and said: "In this case, you don't need to know what time it is, you just need to know that it is the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Great Song?"

Li Qingyang was stunned for a while, and counted with his fingers, "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties", of course, he didn't know anything about the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

There were five dynasties and ten kingdoms between the Tang and Song dynasties, and for the entire long history, there were only a few short decades, and not many people will remember it. But history will always remember that it was a history of suffering, wars, wars, years of war.

Li Qingyang is not familiar with the history of the Song Dynasty at all, but when it comes to the Water Margin, he can say that he is the Tao.

"Damn... Is that the era in which Song Jiang lived? ”

"And that bag of sunspots?"

Li Qingyang slapped his thigh, suddenly stood up from the stool, and yelled: "Lao Tzu has crossed? ”

It is also possible that he only reacted now, and suddenly his face changed drastically and fell into silence.

Mei Xiaohan said: "As for why you came here, this may only be known to you." ”

"But if it comes, it will be safe. You can play the guitar, and even if it's a busker, you can survive. ”

Just as Mei Xiaohan was talking to Li Qingyang, a report from the official suddenly came from outside: "A mysterious caravan has been found three miles outside Meicheng. ”

Mei Xiaohan said: "Let's explore again... Find out clearly, and then come back to the report! ”

Mei Xiaohan couldn't help but wonder, I don't know what happened today, there will be strange things one after another. Meicheng, which was originally calm, seems to have become lively. And the mysterious caravan slowly came towards Meicheng after the official recital.

At the foreground of this mysterious caravan was an old man on horseback, wearing a straw hat and half-covering his face. He was followed by hundreds of people, including camels, ox carts, and wagons. It stretches for three or four kilometers.

The city gate of Meicheng is very simple, a wall made of adobe, no more than a zhang high, no more than a few feet thick. In modern times, a gentle push with a bulldozer can collapse.

At this moment, there are only a few soldiers stationed at the gate of Meicheng, and if there is a real conflict, it will be difficult to resist this caravan.

At this moment, the person stationed at the gate of Meicheng is a middle-aged man, he is a young general newly trained by Mei Xiaohan, young and promising, and strong.

This person's name is "Guan Liang", eight feet tall, ten girths of the waist, and on the whole, it can be described in one word, that is, "Zhuang!" ”

Standing side by side with Guan Liang were his other two brothers, Guan Fei and Guan Yun, and the three of them stood side by side at the gate of the city. Almost the entire city gate was blocked.

"Who's in front of you, why don't you dismount?"