At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, in a dilapidated temple in Jiugong Mountain, Tongcheng, Hubei, under the erratic dim oil lamp, a middle-aged man whose life was in danger, dressed as a general, called seven cronies who had followed him for many years to his side, and whispered: "This king has been a horse all his life, and today the tiger falls in Pingyang, I am afraid that his life will be extinct!" Today, I will hand over the gold seal and the remaining treasures of my Dashun treasury to you, and you can go south to find a hidden place to hide the treasures, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback in the future, and revive my Dashun ......"

The man had not finished speaking, and he was already exhausted.

Precisely:

The heroic generation went to the Wanderer, and a large piece of empty body was left for a hundred battles. Smash the universe to shock the sun and the moon, step over the universe and walk the thunder.

After the death of King Chuang, Dashun fell, and the tens of millions of gold and silver left behind have not been known since then, becoming a mystery to the world.

Long years, vicissitudes of life, in a blink of an eye, it is three hundred years.