Walking on the road in Xi'an County, I have a splitting headache.

Big Plum waved at me on the armored car: "Boss! Hurry up and get in the car! It's going to rain! ”

I waved at him: "You go back to Chang'an first, and I'll take a look." ”

Big Plum: "This ...... What if you're in danger? ”

Me: "! Who knows who I am? Now there are a million people on the streets of Chang'an County, why am I in danger? You hurry back, you are talking to me in an armored car, and I am in danger! ”

He was still going to speak, but when he saw my fierce look, he drove away.

I walked down the street and quickly blended into the crowd.

Somehow, I suddenly understood what ordinary people do. They walk in the crowd, and although they are inconspicuous, they have a sense of security. You see, I'm crammed into Xi'an County, which has a million people, and it's such an inconspicuous one. Even though I could see me at a glance among so many people, I knew that I was who I was, and that's why I paid attention to me. If I were far away, I would be seen crowded in the crowd on Red House Street in Xi'an County; If you are farther away, you will see that Red Mansion Street is just a street in the theater market; If you are further away, you will see that the opera market is just a market in the northeast area; If you are further away, you will see that the Northeast District is only a district of Xi'an County; If you are further away, you will see that Xi'an County is only a county in the Greater Chang'an District; If you are further away, it is Gyeonggi Province and the Co-ruling Dynasty; The Co-Governance Dynasty is just a continent, the continent is on the earth, the earth is in the solar system, the solar system is in the Milky Way, and there are countless galaxies in the universe......

Small and powerless.

Everything makes no sense.

I fell to my knees, "bang", and my knees fell to the ground, but it didn't hurt at all.

The crowd walked around me as if I didn't exist; But I exist again, because they have all shunned me; But I don't exist, because they don't look at me when they hide from me!

Could it be that everything is illusory? They're all made up by me? Do you do whatever I want? Imagine what, what comes true?

I smiled,.

Today's events have turned my imagination upside down. But it turned my imagination upside down because I wasn't observing enough—my fault.

The wind was blowing, it was going to rain, and the crowd was moving quickly around me. They saw a gorgeously dressed guy fall to the ground and definitely avoided it. That's for sure, since you didn't knock him down, why help him? Since you helped it, you must have knocked it down by yourself. This logic has been used for tens of thousands of years, even in the "King James Royal Ming Law" and "King James Co-governance Law". Maybe the "first people" of the ancients will help it, and maybe only a "weird person" like me will have the strange idea of helping people.

I just fell to my knees. I don't even want to stand up! I'm so tired, I don't want to move, it seems like kneeling is what I've always been.

Maybe I'm a conservative myself? Lazy people? Don't know what to do? Who knows how to change?

My head hurts - I suddenly remember something.

When I was eight years old, I stole two copper dollars from my mother's pocket to buy sugar melons to eat.

I remember very well that my mother was working outside, bending over to work. I secretly rummaged through her pocket, took out two copper dollars, and then secretly ran to a neighboring village, exchanged a bag of sugar melons with a child, and ate them.

Later, my mother found out that the copper yuan was gone, so she asked me if I had stolen it. Naturally, I said I didn't steal. My mother said that she was reasonable, scolded me, punished me, beat me, and beat me hard.

I'd love to change my story and say I stole it, but I thought, I said I didn't steal, and if I said I stole it, wouldn't I be lying? So I gritted my teeth and just didn't admit it.

My mother hit me hard, and finally cried while beating.

I thought, why didn't my mother see me steal with her own eyes, so she had to say that I stole it? If you catch the current one, I'll admit it. But I see you bending over to work, how can you catch me?

If you have any physical evidence, I will admit it. But I went to exchange it with the children from other villages, and I didn't buy it from the sugar farmers in the village. In order to prevent you from finding out, I also drank a lot of water, and it has turned the sugar melon into, even if you cut open my stomach, I can't see it. You don't have any evidence, why are you beating me like this?

What if I didn't steal it? For example, could it be that a rat took the copper yuan away? For example, maybe a neighbor's child came to our house and stole it?

My mother beat me and cried, but in the end she herself cried and screamed.

……

The head is going to blow up.

A few years ago, I didn't even remember my mother's voice, but why does this seem to come to me now?

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The rain was falling.

The rain in the middle of summer is as soon as it is said, and it will be pouring rain at once.

The rain in the middle of summer seems to be a little sweet.

The whole street was empty in an instant, and people hid under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. There are too many people under the eaves, pushing and shoving everywhere. The guys in the store were always upset and pushed the crowd out.

These people have one thing in common: they all stare at me and point with their fingers.

They must be thinking, "Who is this idiot?" Kneeling like a dog on the street on a rainy day. ”

I thought to myself, "Damn, you don't know me, why should I care about you?" If you like to look at it, you can watch it, and if you don't look at it, turn your head and point at me, why are you pointing at me? ”

But one thing is certain: I exist. Because these guys are looking at me.

I was about to get up when a few beggar-looking men came to help me.

It's good that someone has finally done a good deed.

The beggars came and touched my trouser pocket, and at once they took out their wallets. This hand speed is quite professional.

I grabbed him, snatched his wallet back, and kicked him out. A few other people tried to make a move, but I kicked them all a few meters away.

Ay! Since I ate "drunk life and dream death" in the underground world for almost a year last year, I am even half a martial artist. Although the high jump can only jump three meters, and the 100 meters can only run for eight seconds, which is far less than that of Wuju people, it is also much stronger than ordinary people.

A group of people gathered around. The leader is a child of the beggar gang who cleans clothes, and looking at the dog-beating stick in his hand, it seems to be an incense master or something.

I put my left hand in my left pocket, and there was a "drunken dream death", which was made by an underground martial artist. When I eat it, I can instantly become a peerless master. I put my right hand in my right pocket, and there was a pistol with thirteen bullets in it. The speed of the bullet is hundreds of meters per second, and even a super master like Nameless will die.

More than a dozen beggars came around with dog-beating sticks, and a few guys even used iron rods to make dog-beating sticks.

People on a street are watching the excitement.

The rain was pouring down.

I wanted to beat them to death one by one with "drunken life and dream death", and then leave in style, leaving a beautiful legend for the rivers and lakes, but "drunk life and dream death" will reduce my life!

So, I pulled out my pistol in my right hand and shot the beggar leader in the head.

Blood ran down his head, it was bright at first, then light with the rain.

The beggars turned around and ran.

People in the street turned around and ran, and the stagnant water splashed everywhere.

The shopkeeper hurriedly closed the door and closed the window.

The whole street was just me, and there was a corpse on the ground.

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I walked in the rain, as if I was the only one left in heaven and earth.

The feeling in the rain is so refreshing, even my head doesn't hurt so much.

The feeling in the rain was a little chilly and made me feel a sense of authenticity.

I walked towards Chang'an. My father and mother are waiting for me in Chang'an, with my army. It's a natural thing. Of course I remember my mother, but after she left, I decided to forget about her. I remember crying for days, and then I forgot why I was crying, and I just wondered why I was crying — obviously, for what it was.

When you forget something, you will have no worries, but you will also lose some experience. There are gains and losses, and this is also natural.

I thought about Li Yuyao's words again, thinking of such strange words as "the first person", "the last person", "the new person", "the apocalypse", "the divine son" and so on. Where did I know these words? Of course, I told Li Yuyao that I read it from the "Book of the Patriarchs", which is naturally nonsense.

There are only two possibilities.

First, I am the "literati" in Li Yuyao's "authentic". I have memories of my previous life all my life. But this can't be. I'm just a little person, the lowliest, the most ordinary, the most despicable little person. If I were a "literati", would I have spent more than ten years studying hard? The whole village is lazy and living, only I am reading and reading every day, thinking every day, and my father and my dog leftover father take turns forcing me to read and read.

I can't be an "evil sect" or "instrument sect" or something, none of these are possible. And Li Yuyao said it herself, these are all things from ancient times, and they have long since existed.

Second, I've heard or seen it, and I remember it but forget the process – just like I forgot my mother.

I thought about it, where did I come to know words that only the people of the Holy Land know?

Shrine...... Saint...... The Holy Book ......

Damn it! I read it from the Holy Book!

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More than three years ago, the saint Li Yuqin left her "Holy Book" in a hurry. I remember she also left pictures of her and her man, whose name I forgot him.

Sure enough, I'm not an "authentic" or "god-son" at all. This is a very obvious thing, I am the product of a small maid and a maid cheating, with a lowly name, how can I be a big man with a heavy responsibility?

Haha, I feel relaxed.

The lowly person is the freest, because he has no responsibility, he can do whatever he wants! If you don't agree, think of Zhu Zhaotian, Zhu Honghua, Li Yuqin, Zhao Guangxin, Zhao Zhengbao...... In fact, most of the people I know are poor creatures driven by fate.

I feel in a good mood.

I don't have a big background, I can do whatever I want, it's good.

Cults are all fake, and I can deal with them whatever I want.

I decided to take my more than 10,000 troops, with Dongfang Yongbai's 500,000 troops, with Park Qinghong's millions of troops, and beat the nameless bastard out of the shit! Knock out all the bastards who call themselves cults!

I hummed my whistle and returned to "Chang'an Enchantress". I gave the shopkeeper a gold yuan: "Drive me to the West Chang'an Military Zone." ”

The shopkeeper's eyes were straight, he touched Jin Yuan, bit it with his teeth, and then shouted at the back: "Hurry up and drive!" Drive a good car! Take this master to West Chang'an! ”

When the lights were on, I returned to West Chang'an.

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My 8,000 Praetorian Army is on strict vigilance.

They were all in their thirties and forties. The Forbidden Army only changes five percent of its personnel every year, so there are quite a few older people - after all, the Forbidden Army relies on intelligence to fight, not physical strength. Since Zhu Honghua became the emperor, the world has been unstable, and the forbidden army has not even changed, so now the forbidden army is almost thirty or forty years old. Compared to other armies, they are all young people in their teens and twenties. I am really touched by the fact that these people in their thirties and forties are still standing motionless.

They were pleasantly surprised to see me and rushed me back.

I hugged Wang Yuquan.

I hugged my mother.

I hugged my dad.

I hugged a lot of people.

I even hugged Wang Yuquan and Zhang Kangning's wife and children! Although it is strange for a eunuch to have a wife and children, somehow, I can understand this kind of thing that should not be done.

Everyone drinks and chats together, naturally.

After the meal, I walked into my room and opened my treasure box.

There are the dagger of the dog's leftovers, the book of the dog's father, the white pendant of Zhao Xingyue, the book and necklace of the saint Li Yuqin, and the necklace of the Oriental Mingyue.

I flipped through the Holy Book. I used to believe in it so much, and I used to believe in it so much, until then I realized that the Holy Book was nothing more than the writing of the people of the Holy Land, nothing more.

Page 124 of the Holy Book reads:

Volume II, Chapter 2, Section 1:

Son of God

Miko is the "literati" of the "Masamune" of the "newcomers", and he is the last literati.

When the Son of God was born, thunder arose, auspicious clouds flew up, rainbow light overflowed, and the sun, moon and stars appeared.

He had no father, no mother, no name, no clan.

He died forever and lived forever, short and immortal.

He is pure and sinless forever.

He was born with never a single hair, every finger and a nail, and he was flawless.

He was born with all the knowledge and abilities.

He was born with the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

He will open the apocalypse.

Whoever is in my holy land, everyone will be punished!

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Ha ha!

Is this god son? Peeing?

Like women?

Eat? Meat or vegetarian?

Does your stomach hurt?

No father and no mother? You should be a monkey?

Holding the Heavenly Sword, won't she burst her mother's womb? Do you think this is Nezha?

Did he take a bath?

Nail clipping?

Haircuts?

How old is he?

Did he wet the bed as a child?

Has he ever trampled an ant to death?

When he breathes, does he breathe in bacteria?

He also holds the Heavenly Sword in his hand and opens the Apocalypse? Is the Holy Land frightened by itself to write this kind of book? I guess the saint Li Yuqin didn't believe in this either, so she left the task of killing the "god son" and eloped with her man, right?

Ay! I've got a lot to do! Why do you want to do so much, rush Ming to Mongolia with a large army, sweep away all pseudo-cults, and then never care about the court and the rivers and lakes.