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As small as a person, as large as a dynasty, it will be crushed beyond recognition by the huge and ruthless wheels of history, and there will be no trace.

What the years have left to people, and what they have buried, may only be known by those who have lived.

Yuan Tiangang retired in his later years until he died.

As for Li Chunfeng's death, there are only two words recorded in the history books: death.

To pass away is to die suddenly.

The year he died happened to be "restored to Taishi Ling".

Some people say that on the night Li Chunfeng died, he was like crazy, crying and laughing.

Others say that this was the ...... of his later years Retribution!

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Time passes, a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

A reincarnation, but that's it. After Li Tang, it was Zhao Song.

The so-called change of dynasty is nothing more than cooling Chang'an and prospering Tokyo.

The parting on the Baqiao is still being staged, but I don't know whose story it has become......

Eight rivers surround Chang'an, and these eight rivers refer to the eight rivers of Wei, Jing, Feng, Shui, Wei, Zhu, Chan and Ba.

The Wei River is the largest tributary of the Yellow River, originating in Weiyuan County, Gansu Province, and flowing into the Yellow River in Tong, Shaanxi Province.

The Yellow River has always been mysterious and strange, and its various ways are unclear and unclear.

In the first year of Jingyou (1034), Henglong, Heduitan Prefecture (now Puyangdong, Henan) passed through the present-day Hebei Daming, Guantao and Shandong Liaocheng and Huimin, and entered the sea in Binxian County, Shandong. This was the first major diversion of the Yellow River in the Song Dynasty, and the history of the Yellow River after the diversion was called "Henglong Ancient Road".

Every time the Yellow River bursts its banks or diverts its course, there will be something very strange and difficult to explain, and similarly, there will be many, many things that are difficult to explain.

It is often said that everything that flows out of the Yellow River is a piece of the past that God has picked up again.

Every single thing is destined to change some people.

The impact of that diversion on a person is undoubtedly huge.

This person's name is Han Yunchao.

Han Yunchao didn't know why he had to pick up the small coffin that was buried in the mud and sand, with only one corner exposed.

When he was about to open it, a tattered old man rushed up to him in a very frenzied manner, and whispered to him, "Don't open it! ”

Han Yunchao was not angry, but just looked at this raunchy old Taoist priest with a big wine gourd hanging around his waist in amazement.

He didn't understand where the extremely complicated look in Lao Dao's eyes came from, it was just a coffin that could barely be played with in his hands.

Before he could react, Lao Dao's unusually clear eyes suddenly touched him, and he felt furious when he saw it.

Lao Tao said: "You can't be wrong! ”

Han Yunchao was confused: "What can't be wrong!" ”

"Your life is no more than five or seven!"

Han Yunchao's eyes were a little dim, but in a blink of an eye, he seemed to look away again, and said with a smile: "Dao Chang is clever, I have been strange since I was born, if it wasn't for my mother's reluctance when I was young, I am afraid that I would have been thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves as soon as I was born!" Later, the doctor also said that my heart is incomplete compared to ordinary people, and there is always something less indescribable, so Shouyuan will not last long. ”

Lao Dao squinted, his expression was unclear: "Hehe, the soul is wrong, I can't hide it from Lord Yama, but I can't hide it!" ”

Han Yunchao wanted to say something, but he didn't want his friends to shout that he was leaving, so he had to bow apologetically and say goodbye to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest looked at Han Yunchao's back, suddenly a little gloomy, his expression was desolate, and he muttered, "Are you back......?"

Grunting, the old Taoist priest suddenly smiled wryly and said, "You should be called Yousu is ......"

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From the first year of Jingyou to the seventh year of Qingli, it is already thirteen years later.

Han Yunchao is thirty-three years old, and there are less than two years left before the number of five or seven.

Because his health was getting worse and worse, in March of this year, Han Yunchao resigned from his official position and recuperated in Jinling's friend's home.

said that he was recuperating, but Han Yunchao knew that his body was not sick at all, but he was getting weaker and weaker, and his limit was approaching.

Shinong businessmen, literati have disdained to be in the company of businessmen since ancient times.

But Han Yunchao doesn't care, sometimes friendship is something that can't be explained.

My best friend, surnamed Fang!

Interestingly, this friend often told Han Yunchao about the interesting stories of his ancestors, especially the fact that his ancestor in the house had a demon disaster and his relatives had a dream for thousands of miles......

"Brother Yun Chao, if you don't believe it, the house in the back garden of my house is still there, except for the patriarch, no one can enter, and when I inherit the family business in the future, I will definitely take you to see it, but you have to recover from your illness first......"

Perhaps, thinking about it day and night, since I heard about the demonic disaster, Han Yunchao's body became worse and worse in the days, every time he closed his eyes, what came into his eyes was the huge mountain forest, the bright moon, and the back of the green shirt, so familiar, but he never turned around to let himself see his appearance clearly.

What Han Yunchao is most afraid of is that every time he wakes up, the loneliness and desolation that slowly rise from the bottom of his heart, he always feels that in the past, there must have been something, there must have been......

Double Ninth Festival, "Book of Changes" in the "Book of Changes" set "six" as the number of yin, "nine" as the number of yang, September 9, the sun and the moon and yang, two nine are heavy, so it is called Chongyang.

Enjoying autumn, climbing high and overlooking, watching chrysanthemums, planting dogwoods, chongyang cakes, chrysanthemum wine.

These have nothing to do with Han Yunchao, the only thing he can't let go of is the amazement after waking up every time.

On the night of the Double Ninth Festival, Han Yunchao gently spread out a piece of drawing paper on the desk with the help of the flickering lights.

The pen and ink swim under the moon, and on the painting, is the back engraved in his bones...... Han Yunchao wanted to paint a lot, not only this back, but his body was getting weaker and weaker......

When the people of the Fang family came back, Han Yunchao was lying on the desk and seemed to be asleep......

The man sighed and gently put the painting away.

Later, that person, oh, that is, Han Yunchao's best friend, unsurprisingly inherited the Fang family's family business, and he was finally able to enter the lake house, but there was nothing in it, except for a jade statue......

For some reason, Han Yunchao's painting was hung on the wall of that room by the patriarch of the Fang family......

It reads: "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled in the world......"