The valley under the cliffs has a vast land that ordinary people can't imagine connecting between the mountains, perhaps because the daylight hours are too short, most of the plants here are sun-weary species that have never been seen by the outside world, and it is so quiet here that there is not even a little song of insects and birds. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A sudden thud erupted in the eerie silence, and in the middle of a fern's original location appeared a large pit full of cracks, shattered planks and twisted metal, flesh and bone separation, and blood splattered in the middle of the pit.

A humanoid creature covered in long white hair, who had just dodged the falling object from a height, barely adjusted his crooked posture, and squatted down again driven by curiosity, stretched out a finger, and put it in his mouth on the debris that was no larger than his finger's belly, and then hurriedly spat a few mouthfuls of saliva and retched.

A mouthful of saliva quenched out, and a small patch of land in the valley was ready for a shower to fall.

The giant looked up to the sky in confusion, and saw that a small yellow dot was slightly above his head, following the wreckage that could not be seen in its original face, and fell at a rapid speed.

The giant stood up, and gave way to the place where the yellow dot might have landed, and waited with great interest for the yellow dot to shatter and spill its juice; It was one of the few hobbies that he had since he was a child.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow dot fell in front of his eyes, slashed across the tip of his nose, skimmed over his neck, and charged towards the ground almost at a speed that no force could stop, and the next moment it would bloom in the same place he had expected, a beautiful little red flower.

But at the moment when the yellow dot crossed the tip of his nose, an extremely familiar smell bounced into his nose at a speed far beyond the fall, and rushed into his huge brain, so he began to get nervous and panic, almost subconsciously stretched out his palm, which was also covered with thick white hair, and slowly leaned forward on his knees.

The timing of his palm stretched out just enough to catch the falling yellow spot, the thick white hair was deeply concave by the huge momentum, and the forward knee and slight squat timely unloaded most of the remaining strength after being blocked by the white hair.

The giant stared at his palm in horror, praying desperately in his heart that the yellow dot was safe, until he noticed that the yellow creature, which was far less than half the size of his finger, still undulated, and then relieved himself, carefully lifted it, and turned and walked to a cliff behind him.

"Kuafu!"

The sound seemed to be just the giant's habitual chirping, and he passed through an invisible doorway, and disappeared into the vast plain at the bottom of the valley as the sound still echoed through the valley.

Throughout, the giant's entire focus was on the yellow creature that was both strange and familiar to him, and he didn't notice that in the creature's huddled arms, there was a species that resembled him in a deep slumber.

After the giant disappeared, the world in the valley seemed to suddenly come to life, insects and birds suddenly appeared, there were brown cheetahs and mottled jackals walking through the vegetation of different heights, several antelope-like animals walked together towards the waterhole not far away, a large fish more than one person long suddenly jumped up from the pool, swallowed a flying colorful bird into its mouth, and then lurked silently in a splash.

Several predators guarded each other, cautiously walking towards the flesh and blood remains from the sky, staring at the same foragers with wide eyes, gnawing at the tempting delicacies in their mouths with great speed, not even the hard bones missed.

A few hours later, ropes fell from the top of the unattainable cliff in the valley, and one after another fiery red points of light slid down quickly......

In a dense forest not far from the mountain cliff, after the prince's army who entered the valley to investigate paid heavy casualties before returning to the ground, the young man named Chen Pengju, who was in charge of assassinating Zhu Ding after Chen Youliang's death, saw the bonfire he wanted to see lit from the prince's army camp, nodded with satisfaction, bowed three times in the direction of Fengyang Town, and left here, and began to accumulate his own strength.

Three days later, after the Great Dynasty meeting, a complete report recording Zhu Ding's fall from the cliff was placed on Zhu Yuanzhang's desk.

The first Jinyi guard commander Mao Mosaic, this time because of the empty seal case and the collection of crimes about the prime minister Hu Weiyong, and busy feet on the ground, when this copy first appeared in his record, he didn't care too much, a child of Wei Guogong who was exiled among the people was assassinated by the enemy and fell off the cliff, in his eyes is far less important than doing the matter at hand well, and consolidating his position in this way.

This copy was placed on his desk for a day and a night, and it was not until last night that he casually glanced at it a few times, and then he was so frightened by the contents that his face turned pale, and only then did he have the trembling kowtow of the imperial study today.

His indescribable head touched the golden tiles heavily, and a wisp of blood flowed down his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it slightly, only dared to silently forgive between the broken porcelain.

The last of the four Hongwu cannons lost appeared in this case, and the thirteen princesses who went to their hometown to visit their grandmother were killed, the only orphan of the founding meritorious service with the title of Zheng Si Pin, who was seriously injured, and the prince's army suffered heavy casualties, which was much more serious than the killing of a duke's son who was in exile among the people.

But he was written on the first page of the essay, and the things involved in it made Mao Jiao, who was begging for a living in conspiracy and calculation, shudder.

I am afraid that this matter is much more important and serious than what I see on the surface, but this fold was detained by myself in the public house for a day and a night.

Sure enough, he saw the anger that Zhu Yuanzhang had never had.

And it was also on this day that he learned that the assassinated prince of Wei Guogong actually had a waist card of the same commander of the Jinyi guard! A casual word of scolding him in the emperor's mouth made him feel a chill down his spine.

In the morning of the next day, the founding heroes of the second country, Zuo Zhuguo, Taifu, Right Prime Minister, and Xu Da, the Duke of Wei, cried on the top of the Golden Palace with his head to complain that the white-haired people sent the black-haired people, and the liver and intestines of the crying were broken.

Ten days after the court meeting, Yi Duo, the head of the first family of martial arts in Shudi, received Chen Peng's flying pigeon to pass the book, broke through the pass, and for a time the disciples came frequently, and after 30 days, the martial arts post was widely distributed, and the major martial arts heroes were gathered to participate in the martial arts mystery in order to improve, which was the first martial arts meeting in the early Ming Dynasty.

On the next 50 days, the five dignitaries of the Ming Dynasty, led by the fifth founding hero and Feng Sheng, the Duke of the Song Dynasty, took leave and went to the Broken Sword Villa for a pilgrimage - in the former Yuan Dynasty, they were all Yi Duomen! Emperor Hongwu is also allowed to play although he is red-eyed.

On the 20th, the door of an ordinary house in Hangzhou City was opened, and the White Lotus Virgin Han Qian'er, who had not stepped out of the door for ten years, returned to the world, and the remnants of the White Lotus flocked to echo each other, and the gates of the state capitals of the Ming Dynasty were closed for reinforcements. On the 30th day, the White Lotus bandits were in trouble, and their followers returned to their homes to wait for the decree of the Holy Mother, and the Ming court did not want to sin.

Nearly ten generals, including the crown prince and the prince and the prince of Yingguo, Fu Youde, thought that they were from the Red Turban Army of the White Lotus Sect to avoid suspicion, and asked to leave their military positions and return to farming, and the emperor was allowed to play.

Since then, the Ming Dynasty has no available generals, and urgently summoned to prepare for the Yunnan War Supervision Office, Pingxi Hou Muying returned to Beijing to lead the troops, Xu Da commanded the whole country with the rank of general and sat in Nanjing, and the matter of conquest of the Northern Yuan to recover the lost territory was put on hold!

Zhu Ding, who had just come to his senses, did not know that because of his own reasons, the Ming Dynasty had deviated far from its original historical trajectory.

He was now in a small, dry, dark cave, lying on a pile of unknown hay that smelled of incense, and beside him was rhubarb, still asleep and covered in blood and crusts.

He raised his feeble hands, he lifted his sore legs, and after he could see his face clearly in the faint light of a pool of clear water in a stone basin in the cave, he finally determined that he was really dead this time, and a wave of ecstasy that he had never expected and experienced flooded through his heart.

Zhu Dingqiang suppressed his ecstasy and began to think about two questions that stumped countless philosophers - "Where do I come from?" "Where am I going?"

He really couldn't understand how he had survived without even a slight abrasion after falling from such a high place, and from his current physical condition, it was inevitable that such a thing as being reduced by crooked trees growing between mountain streams would have never happened.

The strangeness of surviving can hardly be theorized by manpower.

What is his future path? Thinking about it, no matter who sees him falling from the cliff, he can't think that he can survive, which means that no one will arrange his future life, which is a good thing, but it also makes Zhu Ding confused.

Where should we take the first step in the way forward?

Zhu Ding tried to push open the door-like stone, but he tried his best but did not move.

Zhu Ding shouted loudly through the round hole in the door, and there was an echo, but there was no response.

Sitting back on the haystack, after a short period of contemplation, he finally couldn't hold back the strong curiosity in his heart and the uneasiness in the strangeness, and turned on his "golden finger" that was rubbish to the extreme, so his breathing stopped and his face turned pale.

Before returning to the cliff that day, he saw that his face was flushed in another space, and he threw Zhu Linglong and Zhang Xiaohua out of the galloping carriage.

He saw the awakened Xu Xiangkun crawling towards the cliff with difficulty, and there seemed to be teardrops rippling in the corners of this big tiger's eyes, which were known as bleeding without tears.

He saw the prince's army, under the personal leadership of Mu Chun, charging towards a black smoke in the distance.

He saw the remaining prince's army rushing towards Dahu and the two girls in a panic.

In the end, he saw the bloodied rhubarb staggering, but he persistently ran to the place where Zhu Ding fell and jumped down.

Turning his gaze, he saw that Rhubarb didn't know what kind of pain it had gone through, but he caught up with himself who had fallen for a long time and had lost consciousness, hugged himself tightly with his limbs and paws, turned around, and made it appear that his somewhat fat body was under him, and then he ignored the pain caused by the metal pieces that almost surrounded it, and wrapped his body with that fat and long hair.

Looking at the space that Rhubarb carefully vacated between his nose and his body, Zhu Ding knew that if there was no Rhubarb, even if he was not thrown to death, he would probably suffocate to death because he was so fast that he couldn't breathe.

Then, he saw a pair of big hands, a pair of snow-white hands, a pair of snow-white hands that were much bigger than his own little yard!

Zhu Ding opened his eyes in a violent cough, and before he could hug the rhubarb, he saw a strange scene that he had never seen before.

It was a dog, a giant tortoise, a black tiger, and a creature that looked like a ball of meat, and even more amazingly, they seemed to be talking in some kind of language that Zhu Ding had never heard before.

If it weren't for the fact that he had confirmed that he was still alive in this life, Zhu Ding would have no doubt that he had crossed over again.

What made Zhu Ding even more stunned was that after these creatures found themselves awake, they also looked over, and their conversation stopped, and something like tentacles began to poke out from the flesh ball, slowly bypassing the other three animals, and finally pointed to Zhu Ding, in human language, hoarse and slow, as if confirming and questioning:

"It's one, human?"