"If it weren't for this Taizu, he might not have been able to survive in the face of millions of desolate beasts that could resist heavy artillery."

"Now Taizu is gone, but the powerful heritage he left behind is still there, and there is an extremely terrifying industrial heritage."

"So, my uncle, will you be able to turn the tide in this time of crisis?"

Gu Qian stood in the attic for a moment, waiting until the hearse of the Taizu head left, and then turned to leave.

Walking on the shore of West Lake, Gu Qian walked aimlessly by the West Lake, and unconsciously arrived at the broken bridge. Looking at the broken bridge that had been broken into two because of the great changes in heaven and earth, Gu Qianqian stood for a while.

I remember that it was snowing heavily that day, and she once held a paper umbrella and walked in the wind and snow with Ye Guhong. Now the broken bridge is broken, and the people are gone, and there is no snow on the ground, let alone the blood-stained footprints.

"It's been a long time."

"I hope he can succeed and come back from his wounds."

Praying in her heart, Gu Qian continued to walk forward, the earth air with abundant spiritual energy after evolution was exceptionally clean and fresh, and she enjoyed this feeling of relaxation and happiness.

This time the earth has changed greatly, the diameter of Xizi Lake is more than ten times larger, and I don't know when there will be more islands in the lake, and the abundant aura makes the plants grow wildly, and Gu Qian can see that many islands are verdant.

When passing by an island, Gu Qian suddenly heard a distant sound of the piano, the clear and clear sound of the piano was like flowing water from a deep valley and secluded mountain, flowing out tactfully and continuously, with a little vicissitudes and sadness.

"This piano sounds ......"

Gu Qian felt a little, and looked sideways, where a man in green clothes was sitting under the willow tree on the island with his eyes closed and stroking the piano.

"Murong Xian, it's actually him."

A few thoughts flashed in his heart, and Gu Qian fell to the island.

This Murong Xian's guqin can indeed be regarded as entering the house, and he seems to be able to talk about his feelings and completely integrate into the sound of the piano to infect others, which can be regarded as a palace-level existence today.

She closed her eyes and listened to a song, and when the sound of the piano gradually faded, she thought to herself whether she should go back and exchange the ability of a guqin, after all, the way of the qin cultivates sentiment, which is of great benefit to cultivating the gods.

"I didn't expect to be the first person in the world to listen to my music."

At this time, Murong Xian finished the song, and he restrained all the emotions he had rendered: "It's really my honor." ”

Gu Qian opened her eyes, she glanced at Murong Xian, and suddenly smiled.

"Today is the day of the Führer's funeral, and you don't want to participate in it, but run here to hide, not afraid that others will catch your pigtails?"

"Huh." Murong smiled and shook his head: "There are so many people, who will pay attention to me?" ”

"Besides, those who are busy with their farts and are busy with their courtesies, how do they plan in their hearts, who can tell clearly?"

Hearing Murong Xian say this, Gu Qian's impression of him changed again.

This person is very special, he was born in one of the three most powerful families in the imperial court, but he relied on himself to get to this high and powerful position.

And listening to the piano can show a person's mind, if a person does not have the courage to play, it is impossible to play this kind of palace-level music. This Murong Xian is really very different from ordinary people.

Gu Qian glanced at him a few times, and suddenly said, "Your piano sound tells me that you are a very complicated person." ”

"You are sad and very contradictory, and there is still a trace of grief and unwillingness hidden in your piano sound."

"Oh......"

Murong Xian suddenly smiled, he had a handsome face, and he had the unparalleled bearing of a son.

He took out a stove and a jar of wine, found a stone bench and sat down and began to cook wine, and said without looking back: "I have a story, do you want to hear it?" ”

"Everyone else is trading stories for wine, so you have to bring your own." Gu Qian smiled: "Tell me, what kind of story are you......"

Murong Xian added a fire to the stove, his eyes revealing distant colors, and he said:

"About a hundred years ago, it was the end of the Qing Dynasty, and this land was in a chaotic era of foreign powers, land reparations, and turmoil in the world, and there was a little beggar at that time."

"That little beggar was only eleven years old at the time, and because he often grabbed food from wild dogs in the garbage heap, so everyone else called him Ah Dog."

"He was always easy to be bullied when he was young, he was skinny, and he had to take care of his sister who was several years younger than him, and in that famine era, their brother and sister depended on each other for their lives......

……

"Brother, didn't you find anything to eat?"

The cold wind of winter poured into the half-collapsed and dilapidated house, and Ah Gou and his sister huddled together to keep each other warm.

The younger sister was wearing shabby thin clothes, her lips were purple from the cold, and her tone was extremely weak: "Brother, I'm so hungry." ”

Ah Gou touched the half of the steamed bun hidden in his pocket, which he snatched from the wild dog's mouth, for which he paid a huge price, leaving two bleeding bite marks on his hands.

He wanted to give the steamed buns to his sister, but he was so hungry, he hadn't eaten for three days, he was hungry and scared, he just wanted to live. After being silent for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand.

"Bear with me, I heard that there is a revolution going on outside, and as long as you participate in the revolution, you will have food."

"Brother will go to the revolution tomorrow, and then there will be something for you to eat."

"Really? Then I can't eat steamed buns then? ”

"Yes, my brother swears that in the future, you will become a master, and when you become a noble lord, you will also eat a full meal every day and live a carefree life."

……

"The next morning, when Ah Gou woke up, he found that his sister was dead."

"He rubbed the piece of steamed bun and knelt in front of the grave all day without saying a word."

Murong Xian added a fire to the stove and said in a distant voice.

"And then?" Gu Qian was suddenly very interested in the future of this little beggar: "He ate that half of the steamed bun?" Alive? Ran to join the army? ”

"Yes, he went to join the army, but he didn't eat that piece of steamed bun, he stayed."

"Ah Gou successfully became a member of the revolutionary army, he is the youngest, and he cherishes this opportunity the most."

"He never forgot his wishes, he wanted to be a true nobleman, and he lived up to the promise he made to his sister."

"From the ten-year war of extermination, to the eight-year warlord war, to the eleventh year of the world war. He climbed snow-capped mountains, walked through grasslands, conquered Dongying, fought in the North Pole, and killed Ah San. ”

"In the forty years of war, almost every hundred battles were won, he made countless contributions, and at the age of more than half a hundred, he finally became a general and got a chance to get in touch with the ideas."

The rice wine on the stove had already begun to exude a faint aroma of wine, Murong Xian took the wine jar and poured himself a glass, and asked Gu Qian with a smile by the way.

Gu Qian just shook her head and refused, she was quite concerned about the story later, after this dog struggled all his life, could he really become a nobleman as he wished? In the pre-Qing era, only monk families were eligible to become nobles.

And before the change of the aura of heaven and earth, there were few families with contemplative thoughts, and it is said that they could count on both hands.