After jumping out of the taxi and going straight to the ticket gate, He Fang finally caught the plane back to Shanghai in the last moment, sweating profusely. It wasn't until he stepped into the cabin under the dissatisfied gaze of the beautiful flight attendant of China Eastern Airlines that he relaxed.

He Fang is not the master who can stop the flight and wait for someone, if he misses the plane, although the company should reimburse the extra account after some saliva, but if he wants to have an afternoon with the old virgin in the accounting room, even the old and sophisticated He Fang will not have such a good interest.

"Okay, it's finally time to catch up!" He Fang relaxed his hands and feet in his seat, lazily refusing to move.

In order to catch up with the scheduled flight, He Fang couldn't sleep well last night, and now he has no energy at all, and he is slow when he even fastens his seat belt, and he was glared at fiercely by the beautiful flight attendant who came to check.

The plane has reached a predetermined altitude and is heading through the air towards the target city, and the cabin radio reminds passengers that they can now release their seat belts. The cabin was noisy, and the flight attendant also pushed the trolley into the cabin. However, He Fang pulled down the blindfold, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, unconsciously falling asleep.

There was a sudden shock, and the fuselage shook violently. He Fang woke up from his sleep and was about to find someone to ask what was going on, when the cabin announcement rang out at the right time. But there is no need to broadcast, just look at the light of the fire outside the porthole to know what is going on.

He Fang's face turned pale and he clung to the handrail. It is said that the probability of a plane crash is less than 1 in a million, and he has never won more than 20 yuan in lottery tickets.

The fire spread quickly. In the blink of an eye, the flames flowing from the silver wings outside the porthole had engulfed the last engine, covering the entire wing. A huge amount of fuel erupts from the breach of the engine, bursts out on the trajectory of the fuselage, and extends behind the fuselage, like the flaming tail feathers of the legendary sacred bird Suzaku. The wings of the giant jetliner dragged several long tails of flame from the sky to the ground, like a meteor cutting through the dark sky, and it was particularly conspicuous in the night sky.

The emergency wiring that supplied power to the cabin had lost its function moments before the last engine was swallowed up, and the series of stress lights on the roof of the cabin suddenly went out after a few flashes, and all went black, along with the small lights on the side of the seats. The cabin finally fell into darkness, and there was no light except for the fire outside the cabin. The passengers, who were already shrouded in panic, now suddenly triggered a miserable cry.

He Fang sat close to the porthole, firmly restrained in the narrow seat by the seat belt. The orange flames on the wings, stirred by the gale, burned violently. The flickering light of the fire penetrated through the porthole into the cabin, reflecting the flickering light on He Fang's face, and screaming and crying filled his ears.

For some reason, He Fang was free from fear at this time, but his heart was as calm as water. He looked at everything around him, but it felt like he was sitting in the theater watching a newly released disaster blockbuster, and he didn't have much realism about the ending he was about to face.

The roaring flames outside the porthole illuminate the air at midnight 10,000 meters. If you look up from the ground, you should be amazed. He Fang thought crankily in his heart.

A brilliant firework burst out in the air, and He Fang's time in this world froze.

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His consciousness was still floating in the darkness, but the discomfort coming from various parts of his body gradually woke He Fang from his coma. The feeling was not the pain of the injury, but the collapse of the bone marrow, like a reaction to excessive blood loss, as if lying on the hospital bed after stomach bleeding.

The feeling of weakness was very uncomfortable, but He Fang still felt very happy. As long as there is a feeling, and whatever it is, at least it means that he is still alive. Being able to survive the plane crash is a gratifying thing no matter how you say it. It was only that He Fang soon panicked again, because he found that there were many memories in his head that did not belong to him.

'Han Gang? Who's that?! ’

He Fang's heart was suddenly shocked, and his consciousness was completely awakened. There is an inexplicable extra memory in my mind that does not belong to me, and it is completely another person's life. From childhood to adulthood, the traces left by the more than ten years of life in the name of Han Gang are trivial and complete. But this memory does not belong to the 21st century, but to the Song Dynasty thousands of years ago, because of the long passage of time.

'No, won't you...... Got caught up in a thousand-year-old ghost? ’

He Fang felt like he was in a nightmare, wondering if he had injured his head in the accident. He struggled to open his eyes to see the situation around him, but his thin eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. I used all my strength, but I only made my eyelids move once or twice.

"Wake up, wake up! Daddy! Empress! The third brother is awake! ”

A girl's cry of surprise sounded with the slight flutter of He Fang's eyelids. The girl's voice was delicate and crisp, and there was a sweet glutinous sound, but when it came to He Fang's ears, it turned into Huang Zhong Dalu, which shocked her mind for a while. Then a murmur sounded, and there were more voices of a man and a woman beside him, who were slightly old. They were excited by He Fang's small movements, and their voices were full of surprise, but He Fang's heart sank little by little.

Since graduating from university, He Fang has traveled south and north for more than ten years, and even if he can't speak dialects from all over the country, he can be familiar with them. But the three people next to him spoke something that was not at all any of the dialects he was familiar with, with a strange tone, a little bit of Shaanxi dialect, but also a little Cantonese accent.

Is it an ancient sound? He Fang remembered the extra memory of thousands of years ago in his mind, "Isn't it that I was ghosted, but that I became a ghost and fell on someone else's body, and it is also the body of the ancients of the Song Dynasty!" ’

As soon as he thought of this, He Fang's heart became even more confused, and he tightened up for a while. Although he likes to hold his mobile phone and flip through the novels on the Internet, He Fang will not believe that there is really a thousand years of things. It's just that the current status quo does not allow him not to believe it.

To exist is to be reasonable.

He Fang has always adhered to this view. He could now clearly hear the voices of the three people around him crying with joy. It can't be a hallucination or a dream! The memory in his head told him so, and so did the voice in his ear.

Whether it is a dream or a hallucination, it should not be beyond the scope of one's knowledge. But the inexplicable familiarity of the language, which at the same time differs from any dialect, and the memories that remain in the mind that do not belong to oneself, completely negate the possibility that this is a hallucinatory nightmare.

'It can't really be a crossing, right?! ’

Recalling some novels he had read in the past to pass the time, He Fang's heart became more and more chaotic. Could it really be that he has crossed the millennium and come to the realm of the past world? If this happens, how do you live?

Mixed at the bottom of the society, He Fang is absolutely unwilling, but he doesn't know how to memorize hundreds of poems like the protagonists in some books! Although he knows very little about history, He Fang at least knows the Tao, and it is difficult to mix smoothly in ancient times without reciting poetry.

And his current family, how will he face it? And what about the parents who are separated in another world?

The chaotic thoughts continued to consume He Fang's little energy, and soon, he fell into a deep sleep again.

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When he woke up again, He Fang was awakened by a sound coming from the next room.

"Brother Han, I heard that there is another famous doctor in Qinzhou City, surnamed Li, who is very famous in Jingzhao Mansion, and how many high-ranking officials and nobles are vying to invite him to outpatient treatment. Last year, Han Xianggong's concubine suffered from a bad illness, and Dr. Li broke the root after a few stitches. Han Xianggong is very grateful, and he doesn't need to report it when he goes to the house. This time, Dr. Li came to Qinzhou to visit friends, and it happened that the youngest son of Chen Zhisi in the county had a wind evil and turned into tuberculosis, which is also the same as your third brother, but he is cured by medicine, and he can run and jump when he goes to the ground in a blink of an eye. Although Dr. Li [Note 1] is expensive for diagnosis, no one says it's not worth it to save lives......"

A shrill duck's voice came into his ears, and for some reason, a wave of anger surged up in He Fang's heart. This kind of Jianghu sound, listening to it, you can know that the Tao is blowing nonsense. The scam carried out in the name of high-ranking officials or celebrity idols, how could He Fang, who has been in the society for many years, not be familiar with it? I just didn't expect that a thousand years would be used on my body.

"Li Lezi! The doctor Zhuge you talked about last time, my family begged for a prescription in exchange for six acres of land, but it didn't work! You're still lying to me?! Beware of the old lady and the old lady ear scraper hitting you! ”

The extremely fierce roar made He Fang feel a burst of warmth in his heart, this was the voice of 'his' mother. But he immediately became worried again, for the 'mother' could be heard in the words of the 'mother' with a clear wavering.

"I'm so wronged!" I only heard the voice of the male duck who was called Li Leprosy screamed, "Sister-in-law Li, think about it, how can there be a miracle doctor in this world who can cure diseases?" Just like today's Dr. Li, you can't pat your chest and say that a pair of medicines can make your third brother stand up alive. But after all, it's a way out, you can't watch your third brother get sick like this, right? If the field is sold, you can buy it again, but if you don't have people, you can't buy it back! ”

“…… Li Lezi, aren't you just greedy for the three acres of vegetable fields by the river bay? Do your best to teach my family to sell the land. The old lady said here, with the few pennies you pay, no one will sell you! ”

"Sister-in-law Li, look at what you said, do I want to be greedy for your family's land? I won't interject from whoever you sell...... But then again, which family in the village can afford to buy your vegetable garden? Only I can afford it! Otherwise, don't sell it, give it to me first, and get the money to treat the third brother. If you have money in the future, you can redeem it again. ”

Note 1: In the Song Dynasty, medical officials were mostly called doctors, such as He'an Dafu and Chenghe Dafu, which were called trick officers. Therefore, the people are more likely to refer to doctors as doctors.

PS: Toss, it's really bitter. I can't imagine that the re-issuance of the book is to delete the book number and re-issue it, and the previous ones are invalid. But it should end here, and there will be no more problems.

According to the earlier promise, the two-month delay will be made up in the next two months. 300,000 words a month, not half a point.

I also hope that book friends from all walks of life will not hesitate to give me red tickets and collections, and support me a lot!