readx;? Outside the door really changed, and there was an empty big house, everything inside the house was blue-gray, it should be an old temple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The floor was paved with huge bricks, each two feet long and one foot wide.

On top of the green bricks, there are a lot of white sand and loess scattered in the east and west, and a half-foot-long pennant is planted on each pile. The flags were cut out of colored paper, with messy handwriting on the flags, and the feet were all in the same direction.

At the far end of my line of sight stood a man, and farther away on the wall was a man-high altar with a huge idol of the god enshrined on it, condescending from all overlooking everything.

Tang Wan is not here, and I conclude that this is no longer the house of the official lady of Lujiao Street.

My arms froze in mid-air, my eyes staring at the man without blinking.

I am facing a completely unfamiliar world, and I really can't think of such an empty old temple in Jinan City today. Moreover, the man's dress in the distance can only appear in the Republic of China TV series - gray cloth gown, round cloth shoes, bowler hat...... He belongs to another era, which is far away from today's busy and bustling city of Jinan.

"What should I do?" I hesitated, elbows against the door frame, caught in a dilemma.

It can be seen that the mounds with small flags are not simply arranged, but follow the complex laws of yin and yang to form an orderly array of Qimen Dunjia. The one who set up the formation, of course, was the man in the long shirt. Judging by his bearing and physiognomy, he must be a knowledgeable and thoughtful master.

"Why hasn't it happened at this time?" the man in the long shirt suddenly asked himself in a deep voice.

His voice is extremely beautiful, not a rustic Jinan accent, but a half-literate and half-white northern official dialect, between Beijing dialect and Northeast dialect.

"Weathering into the earth, rain into water, yang into yin, male into female—alas, is it possible that in this battle, our city is going to die?" he picked up the bundle of small flags at his feet, looked down at the formation, frowned, and did not speak again for a long time.

He didn't see me, or rather, he couldn't see me. To him, I was just a shadow that I had crashed into by mistake.

I couldn't help but think uneasily, "If I step out at this moment, will I enter another world?"

Even the most brilliant contemporary sages such as Stephen Hawking are unable to make positive inferences about the space-time shift and the structure of wormholes, and can only rely on speculation and fiction to vaguely prove the existence of those space-time channels. So far, mankind has not sorted out any clues about this science and technology, and there are still 108,000 miles before they can enter the house.

I didn't dare to take any chances, after all, there were still a lot of people waiting for me at the old mansion.

"Lower the curtain and everything will be back to normal—" I hesitated, then glanced at the man twice, then pulled back, ready to let go of the curtain.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a lonely person standing on top of the blood talisman left by the official lady.

The position of the man was the river between the north and south banks, that is, the abrupt and obvious blank part of the blood charm.

According to the explanation in the ancient books, in any kind of Five Elements Formation, the more empty the place, the more dangerous it is, because these places will be a place where soldiers will fight in the future, and all parties will throw heavy troops or fierce medicine to this place, and anyone who is in it will inevitably turn into a tragic encounter.

"There—danger!" I had not yet seen who he was, and I had already exclaimed, trying to warn him to get out of there quickly.

As soon as I came back to my senses, I was shocked to find that the person was myself, that is, another living me.

"He, me?" I froze, tense and motionless, and even stopped breathing.

Just imagine, I walked to the door without being able to comprehend the blood talisman, and I didn't encounter any attacks or sudden changes. Therefore, until the curtain was opened, the house was very quiet, except for the body of the official lady, there was no one else.

I thought, "Between the two of us, there must be a real person, a shadow, or a real person, a soul." But I know that I am alive, is it my soul that stands in the blood talisman—no, it is my body that stands, and it is the soul that remains on the threshold at the moment?

With a buzz, I felt my head swell bigger than the water tank, dizzy, and barely able to think.

The separation of the soul from the body is the most mysterious realm in metaphysics, because it involves the question of life and death.

It is said in ancient books that the soul is separated from the body by chance, which is like an untied sampan leaving the dock and drifting with the flow, without asking anything.

That is the goal pursued by Taoists and Tibetan esoteric practitioners, and when they force themselves into the state of "forgetfulness" in the form of bigu and retreat, it is possible to have the phenomenon of the soul leaving the body, and in extremely unbelievable circumstances, they can manipulate the body and soul at the same time, and live in the world in the form of "two selfs".

Of course, that involves a very profound definition of hidden and wheeling, and many of the nuances in it can no longer be explained in words and words.

At this moment, I just want to know how I can go back to life so that I can go back to before my soul was separated from my body.

The incident happened suddenly, and I did not dare to act rashly, so I could only stand by the door and wait and watch the situation develop.

"Should you come—or yet?" the people in the large temple outside shouted sharply.

I turned my head to look out, and the vermilion-mottled door on the wall on the left suddenly opened from the outside in, making a loud noise.

The people outside did not come in, and a cold wind with a goose-feather snowflake broke in first, and the small flag near the door was blown down by seventeen or eighteen poles.

In recent years, there has been little snow in Jinan, coupled with the high ground temperature, the snowflakes have been melted before they land, and finally only snow is left on the streets. As far as I can remember, I haven't seen such a grand snow scene in five years.

After the wind passed, a tall man in a leopard-print leather jacket, dark leather pants, and black knee-high boots strode in.

There must have been a lot of people behind him, but when he came in, he raised his right hand slightly, and the people behind him understood what he meant, and gently closed the gate.

I looked at the tall man's face and felt familiar.

"Are you—Lost Space or Wuzhangyuan?" the tall man glanced at the mound of flags on the ground, and laughed on his back, his laughter full of vicissitudes and desolation.

"Losing the Sky and Chopping" is about the series of serial plans of Zhuge Shenhou Losing the Street Pavilion, the Empty City Strategy, and the Horse Cutting Strategy, which turned defeat into victory and turned danger into safety, which is a rare "dragging knife plan for victory in defeat" in military history. "Wuzhang Yuan" is the failure of Zhuge Shenhou's life, belonging to the "broken tail survival plan" in a desperate situation, but unfortunately, people are not as good as the sky, he can never live alone against the will of heaven, and finally light the magic lamp against the sky to change his life, and the failure is in the hands of the anti-bone general Wei Yan.

"Neither. The gray-robed man shook his head, then leaned over and replanted the fallen flags one by one.

The scouts from the north reported that the vanguard of the Japanese army had left the capital, and they would pass through Tianjin in one day, by the Yellow River in two days, and by Jinan in three days—if we didn't leave today, we would have only two days left. The tall man said.

"Two days is not a short time. The gray-robed man said.

Two days can't even guarantee that the army will move south to Xuzhou. After the Lugou Bridge Incident, the enemy army was menacing, and Taishan, Hollywood, and Xuzhou had no natural danger to rely on, but they were afraid that after arriving in Xuzhou, the enemy army would follow and continue to retreat to the south. For two days, our men and horses were heavy and marched slowly, while the enemy's vanguard was a mechanized unit with armored vehicles, motorcycles, and four-wheeled troop carriers, and the speed of the march was at least twice that of our army. These soldiers under my command are old brothers who have been with me for more than ten years since the incident, and their lives are my lives, no matter what, I have to take them across the Yangtze River alive and ...... safely" The tall man said such a long paragraph, and the more he spoke, the more sad he became.

From their conversations, I had a rough idea of what they were discussing, and what was supposed to happen in the city of Jinan in 1937.

The mountain rain is coming, the black wind is full of buildings, and the whole country is bullied by the violent power of the Japanese devils, so that the people are panicked and dare not be their edge.

"Take them home safely?" Safely let the Chinese be slaves?" the gray-robed man asked rhetorically.

The tall man was stunned for a moment, and then argued: "This matter is not something you and I can control, from top to bottom...... Who from top to bottom would dare to stand up against the Japanese? The leader did not give an order, but if you see, several major theaters of war and several million troops in the country were all blindly withdrawing and withdrawing. What about the three northeastern provinces? The land is vast and well-equipped, so didn't they withdraw to Shanhaiguan overnight? Even the world-shattering young marshal ran away, what can I do? Now, no one knows what the leader thinks, so I better stop pretending to be a big garlic, so it is better to withdraw first, let the Japanese in, and find an opportunity to close the door and beat the dogs. ”

"Okay, let's go!" the gray-robed man's face was grim, and he made a gesture of "please go, don't send it".

"You have to come with me, Jinan City can't stay. The tall man said.

The gray-robed man shook his head: "I said that people are in the city, and people are dead in the city." ”

The tall man stomped his feet anxiously: "You said you've said you, you're not a leader, you're not the commander of the Northern Theater of Operations, you don't have any soldiers or generals under your hands, what's the use of just talking about this? Okay, okay, don't be angry, take your family and follow me immediately, I will send a few horses to follow you back to the old house on Qushuiting Street, so as to save the gangsters from taking advantage of the fire to rob." ”

The gray-robed man waved his hand, pointed to the flags all over the ground, and sneered proudly: "These are worth your 80,000 elite soldiers." I believe that as long as there are these, the Japanese devils will definitely be able to die in the surging Yellow River. ”

The tall man shook his head vigorously: "Scholarly business, scholarly business! This is war, not your Yin and Yang Five Elements and Innate Bagua that you can fiddle with." The Japanese devils rely on spears and cannons to fight the world, what is the difference between these things of yours and the 'invulnerability of the Boxers' back then?"

The merits of the Boxers must be evaluated by history, but after they drank the "invulnerable" magic master runic water, they did not block the platoon guns of the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the blood stained the land in the capital and Tianjin.

To date, there is no record in any history books of what kind of battles took place when the Japanese army crossed the river.

There is a detailed history of the military and civilian anti-Japanese war in the historical museum of Jinan Longao Building, and the record of the Japanese soldiers crossing the Yellow River is also blank.

I believe that when the national army abandoned the city of Jinan, there must be some folk masters who did not lose their faith and always held the determination to "live and die with the dangerous city". I believe that my ancestors are also among them, and regard Jinan City as the soul habitat of Shandong people, and will never easily give up this great city-state to the Oriental invaders.

"I'm not leaving. The gray-robed man shook his head faintly.

"You—you can't let the horses kidnap you, can you?" and even if you don't leave, you must at least think about your family, right?" the tall man slowed his tone and kept rubbing his hands, as if he couldn't bear the cold in the temple.

Standing on the threshold, I can really feel the meaning of the two heavens.

Forward, the temperature in the temple did not exceed five degrees Celsius, which shows that it is the time of cold days and heavy snow outside the temple.

Backwards, the temperature in the house was at least 20 degrees Celsius. The spring in Jinan is short, and many people take off their winter clothes and change into summer clothes directly, completely ignoring the link of spring clothes.

Of course, the political situation in the two worlds is also different. In front, there is 1937, which is chaotic and war-torn, and behind is the modern Jinan City of Guotai and Min's peace, red and willow green. Perhaps, people who have not gone through the war years will never be able to experience the miserable mood of "the country is broken", and can only watch that period of history from a distance in books and film and television dramas. Now, I'm probably the luckiest person to be able to witness the living turmoil of those years.

"Lao Xia, I know that you are an extraordinary person-" The tall man lowered his voice, "So many marshals and generals under the leader know that - no, even the leader knows that you have extraordinary attainments in the field of metaphysical physiognomy. When he inspected the Yellow River, he personally told me that he would make you the 'first Zen protector of the country in the world'. He also said that the Xia family's 'Divine Water Mirror' is a national treasure, and it must not fall into the hands of the Japanese. Now, at last, the moment he had expected had arrived. ”

The gray-robed man smiled, did not answer, and still looked down at the flag on the ground.

When I heard the words "Divine Water Mirror", I immediately perked up and stared at the gray-robed man.

His surname is Xia, and it is very likely that he is grandpa.

Since the tall man said that the Xia family has the national treasure "Divine Appearance Water Mirror", then Grandpa Tai must know that the thing is there.

Looking back, it is not unreasonable for all forces to gather in Jinan and focus on my Xia family's old house.

"Before coming to the Temple of Literature, I had already telegraphed to the leader. The leader instructed that the city could be destroyed, but the national treasure could not be lost. The tall man continued.

The gray-robed man shook his head and frowned slightly: "To be precise, it is not a national treasure, but a weapon." ”

The tall man sighed, slightly confused: "Weapons?"

I remember that in a memoir of a family surnamed Han that was published just last year, there were many black-and-white photos of this tall man. After two confirmations, I was more sure of his identity. This person did not let go of a shot or a bullet that year, led the army to abandon the city of Jinan, and was finally judged by a military court and died of a bullet.

It was precisely because of his rash move that the city of Jinan was ravaged by Japanese devils after the "May Third Massacre", and the people were hung upside down in fire and water for eight years.

So, his name was forever engraved on the pillar of national shame.

At this moment, when I saw him urging the gray-robed man to abandon the city and flee together, I couldn't help but feel contempt for him, and at the same time, I couldn't help but make a sudden break in my heart: "Why do you say that the 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror' is a weapon? Is it related to the 'super weapon' in the folklore of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties?"

Before I could think about it, the tall man actually asked the same thing: "Could it be that the 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror' owned by your Xia family is the 'super weapon' in Chinese folklore?"

For some reason, I always felt that when he asked this sentence, his expression and tone became extremely unfamiliar, giving me an indescribable evil feeling.

There is no basis for my assumption, because the tone of the conversation between the two men suggests that they should be intimate and friendly, so the tall man said something like "I want the horses to tie you up".

Then, when he asked about the "Divine Mirror", there should not be a glimmer of greed and cunning in his eyes, like a hungry wolf that has discovered its prey hiding in the grass and is quietly approaching.

"Even so. The gray-robed man nodded.

"On the Shanhai Pass, the rocks are blood-red, and in front of the Jiugong Mountain, the grass and trees are all soldiers. The tall man suddenly pronounced sixteen words.

I have read the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and those 16 words are about a complex public case in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. To put it simply, it is the historical fact that Wu Sangui, who was "angry at the crown and became a red face", teamed up with the Manchu army outside Shanhaiguan to defeat Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang. The defeat of Shanhaiguan eventually led Li Zicheng and his cronies to flee from Beijing, and finally became desperate and killed himself in Jiugong Mountain.

Rock refers to Li Yan, a think tank under the command of King Li Chuang, and the word "blood red" refers to the first female general in the righteous army, the red lady, that is, Li Yan's wife.

In this public case, there is an incredible mystery, because of the deaths of Li Yan, the Red Lady, and King Li Chuang, it was finally lost in the vast history of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The gray-robed man's face was slightly surprised: "Brother Han, have you also inquired about that history?"

The tall man knew that he had lost his words, so he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said with a little embarrassment: "No, no, you told me, have you forgotten? ”

The sixteen words he had just blurted out were definitely not prepared words. Therefore, although the gaffe was imposed to cover up, it had already aroused the suspicion of the gray-robed man.

"Brother Han, let's go, the road to the south is by no means a smooth road, I heard that before the Japanese devils crossed the Shanhaiguan, they had already scattered the bronze horse scouts with the Dongying ninja as the main force on the whole line, not only good at spying on intelligence, but also quite good at combat effectiveness, not inferior to the elite of the heavily armed Japanese Kwantung Army. I'm here to wish you a safe journey and a safe ride with the brigade. The gray-robed man said.

The tall man sighed: "Well, since you have made up your mind, I can't force it." When you meet the leader, you must report to him about the actual situation here. ”

As soon as the conversation between the two came to an end, I was relieved that the tall man would leave the temple next.

As a descendant of the Xia family, of course, I hope that my grandfather can survive the destruction of the city safely and save his life in the troubled times.

The tall man turned around and walked out, reached the gate, put his hands on the door, and suddenly turned around: "Lao Xia, in fact, I have always felt that Shandong has produced horses since ancient times, and almost all the heroes of Wagang Mountain are from Shandong, which is admired by everyone in the world - if you have confidence, I will lead the army to stay, block the line of fire, break the Japanese invaders in Shandong, and correct the name of the heroes of Shandong." Do you think it's okay?"

The gray-robed man was in high spirits, and asked in a loud voice: "Brother Han, are you true? That is naturally the best--I don't dare to ask for what I want!"

The tall man looked up to the sky and walked back laughing, and the gray-robed man greeted him in good spirits, and the atmosphere in the big temple seemed to become harmonious.

My sixth sense immediately sensed the ominous, but there was no time to warn them, and the two of them were already standing opposite each other, close at hand, arms together, hugging each other warmly.

It was too late, and there was a snap, a bloody tip of a knife on their backs.

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