Some people say that history is like a lucky cube (a popular gambling game) that when the wheel of fortune is flipped, you never know if your next step is a trap or a direct clearance when you are lucky.

Just like history, fate and the relationship between the strong. The strong control their fate, fate constitutes history, and history annihilates the strong. Whether it is in the past, present, or in the future, at every moment, there are countless strong people, like hundreds of millions of ordinary people, struggling in the long river of history, trying to rely on their own strength, set up their destiny, achieve a hegemony, set up an immortal monument, and make themselves famous through the ages.

But the truth is that history is always the hall of honor for a few. will always record the glorious deeds of a very small number of people!

If you don't have a strong body, but you have to leave a mark in the ocean of history, the waves of fate will be like a giant hammer, smashing you to pieces. Your ruined body will also disappear to the bottom of the long river of history, like sand and rubble, which will not be passed down and will never come out.

In Ye Yu's view, what is history? It's just the biography of the strong who writes their own exploits! History is written by the victors, and the so-called victors are those who stand at the pinnacle of the times at that time.

What is fate? In his opinion, it is just the dominance of the strong, just like a trial, giving people growth and experience.

The strong write history, and the strong dominate fate, if you are still complaining that you are unknown in the long river of history, and are slapped left and right by the waves of fate. And when you have no choice, it only shows that you are not strong enough.

The great god costume - Lu Yuntian once said a sentence, which probably means that when a person is strong enough to control his own destiny, he can be regarded as a real strong person, when a person is strong enough to control the fate of others, it can be regarded as a legend, and when a person can control the fate of the whole universe, that is God.

Maybe he's lamenting himself. Lamenting that he is at the top. But it's lonely as snow!

When the clan system ruled the entire era, people valued their reputation, the glory behind them, and history as extremely important. Maybe just a little bit of luck. An unrivaled strong person can achieve complete merit. Make your name in history!

The strong do not stay, and the good name is passed down through the ages. Sometimes it's just a little bit of luck, and many people who want to be famous through the ages. But it was quietly submerged in the long river of history. But when you have this little bit of luck, even a little person who has never cultivated and is not well-known may be famous for eternity. And such a person is undoubtedly the lucky one in history.

When the wheel of history stopped at the early summer of 4158, in the Baltic Sea in the Southern Regions, on the edge of an unknown beach, a dark-skinned, bare-footed teenager was carrying a tattered basket, as usual, along the blue beach, treading the waves.

At this time, this ignorant teenager still didn't know the way, but this time, as usual, seemed to be an ordinary journey, but it opened a new page in human history later. The magnitude of its discovery and its impact are enough to make this teenager, this beach, and even the entire era leave a strong mark on the pages of the history of the Great Yan Era.

Poets always love to depict romance, and even if the history is boring, under their vivid brushwork, it will suddenly come to life and become tactful and vivid. "On this day, the sea seems to have life, and the great Baltic goddess, with her broad heart, gently exhales and breathes, brings infinite hope and light to mankind."

Between the blue sky and the blue sea, the crystal blue waves, like the girl's white and tender little hands, softly lapping the white sand, even though the history can not really be as romantic as the poet described, but the scenery of the day, think about it is also picturesque! Between the rippling blue waves, the sea seems to really have life, exhaling like an orchid, bringing patches of white sand and crabs and shellfish.

The fisherman by the mountains and the sea thought that it was a gift from the great Baltic goddess, so he prayed and received it every time with a sincere heart.

When the young man held the basket, bent down, and picked up the sea elves he relied on for survival, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed into his eyes.

"What's that?" The young man was puzzled, and his little hand gently brushed away the sand, only to see a silvery-white, metallic luster of strange metallic substances, which instantly entered his eyeballs.

It was about the size of an adult's palm, with a tight texture and an unusually shiny surface, and the light reflected a blinding white light on it. If he hadn't happened to be stabbed by its reflected light just now, he might not have been able to spot it.

The boy curiously picked up the thing, put it in his hand and turned it upside down, and felt that it was very light, and although it was buried under the muddy and sandy beach, it did not get wet, did not stain the sand, and the surface was as smooth as a shelled seabird egg.

However, although this thing is comfortable to the touch, it does not help him solve his practical difficulties at the moment. If he doesn't pay the debt left behind by his dead father, he has only one way to go - sell himself into slavery!

Although he didn't know what the harm of selling himself into slavery was, he couldn't even fill his stomach at the moment, so he made a living by picking up some crabs and shellfish on the beach, and if he had a little savings, he would soon be looted by debt collectors! But he still instinctively felt that being a slave was worse than a life that could not be filled now. Otherwise, Uncle Barton in the village would not always advise himself not to become a slave! Since my father's death, only Uncle Patton has been the best for himself! He must absolutely obey his words.

The young man's knowledge, vision, and experience limited his thinking and energy, and it was not enough for him to judge the unusualness of this thing based on its texture. Since it was useless, the boy raised his hand and prepared to throw the thing back into the sea.

At this time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his palm froze, and the hand he had just raised slowly put it down. It wasn't that he had made any new discoveries, but it occurred to him that Uncle Barton was a blacksmith, and that this thing, though not large, was also a metal, and it was probably washed down from some shipwreck in the sea. I remember Uncle Patton saying that the contents of a shipwreck are the most valuable. In the past, the eldest son of the old village chief moved to the city because he salvaged a sunken ship! It might be useful to show Uncle Barton this thing!

Uncle Barton was so kind to him, instinctively, he wanted to give him all the good things he could pick up. So, as if a hand of fate was at its disposal, the boy hesitated for a moment, rubbed the piece of metal against his clothes, and then threw it in his basket.

(Writing is like sailing.) If this book is an oil tanker, then I am the captain who pilots it. Where will the ship go? In the distance, the most beautiful, the brightest, the most beautiful scenery, although the boat sailed slowly, so slow that even many tourists left him halfway. But it has always moved forward, never stopped, never gave up, and never sank. Not only because it is a tanker, carrying the hope of the few tourists on board, but also carrying the dream of the captain. Sailing for your dreams will save you a lot of worldly worries during the journey, and the scenery on the way will be more beautiful. After all, please forgive me for being in one place for too long some time ago. Now, my ship is back on sail! (To be continued.) )