"In the new century, according to the chronology of the book just now, it was two hundred years ago."

Hong Fan compares it with the calendar and calculates the specific time.

"No wonder the earliest one recorded in the "Golden Sea Star Junzhi" was only one hundred and eighty years ago."

"So, it's true?"

He put down the "Destiny Star Test", took out several books that might be related again, and browsed them one by one.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan threw away the book and sat on the ground.

On the "Dahua Customs Chronicle" spread out beside him, I remember it clearly.

[Every Dragon Calling Festival, the people of Shenjing are all looking forward to it.

In three or four years, the ancestral dragon should choose one and swim out of the Dragon Palace among the lanterns.

It was night, and millions of people could see the glory. 】

"The last time I saw Zulong on the Dragon Calling Festival was twenty-four years ago, that is, three years ago......"

Hong Fan muttered.

"So, there are really dragons and gods in this world?"

For a while, the snake man covered in scales and armor, yellow eyes and vertical pupils, the warrior who drove the true qi and burned wood with empty palms, the legendary martial saints, gods, and ancestral dragons and other images all circled and danced in his heart.

When the distractions gradually subsided, Hong Fan returned the book to its place, and then remembered that the information about Haifei had not been checked.

But at this time, the head of the Golden Sea Sand Pirates, who had worried him, could no longer make a little wave.

【Flying at Sea:

In the twenty-second year of Zhenghe, it was created by Wan Guangji, the 'splitting knife'.

In the twenty-fourth year of Zhenghe, Wan Guangji entered the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

In the twenty-fifth year of Zhenghe, Haifei annexed the sand snake, the earth dragon, and the pangolin three locks of sand bandits, from the leader down, there were three untouched realms, and twenty through the realm, more than four hundred minions.

In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenghe, Haifei occupied more than fifteen desert supply points, and there were activities in all directions of the Jinhai Desert for hundreds of miles. 】

The archives of Flying at Sea are even more rudimentary than expected.

But Hong Fan has already gotten what he wants most.

According to the cross-corroboration of multiple archives such as the "Destiny Star Examination", he determined that the Destiny Star Inheritance did not involve human beings, even the grantor of authority, Zu Long, never interfered.

In this case, the sand world can be exposed at any time, which is equivalent to more than doubling the strength of the bright face for him.

Out of the archive room, Hong Fan rubbed his face fiercely in a no-man's land and walked into the middle hall.

By flipping through the archives, he knocked on Wen Zhongguan and Qian Hong, and quietly confirmed the core content of "Divine Spirit Chronicle" and "Destiny Star Examination" again.

According to the two of them, in Xijing City alone, there are dozens of people who have seen Zulong in Shenjing.

Now, he can't help but believe it.

"Okay, good, the five-clawed golden dragon with a length of 1,000 zhang is still from outside the sky."

Out of the yamen, Hong Fan walked on the side of the road with his head down, and couldn't help whispering to himself.

"I thought it was a feudal society, a pre-industrial era; Well, now, the imperial court has established diplomatic relations with aliens two thousand years ago. ”

"After a circle, I became a primitive......"

He laughed at himself, joking to relieve the stress little by little.

Crossing the long street, the confusion floating in Hong Fan's heart gradually receded.

Instead, there is a strong sense of crisis buried underneath.

Relying on the ability of the natal star to be established.

Authority that grows through killing.

The lifespan is like that of ordinary people.

The tradition of uniform burial after death.

[So is this the savior who has mercy on the world to spread authority, or is it an extraterrestrial life that has come from afar to raise chickens on a different planet?] 】

Hong Fan chuckled in a low voice.

Out of the spirit of a god, he didn't say the last sentence at all.

[Xingjun's combat power has increased rapidly, and there will be gains in every big battle, and it was once rumored in Jinhai that the fate star can detain the soul. 】

The truth of this statement will be confirmed by Hong Fan in two days.

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Two days later, August 12.

It wasn't dawn yet.

Hong Fan placed some of the manuscripts he had prepared in advance all over the shelves, and pressed a half-written paper on his desk with a paperweight.

The content of the paper is "Lopida's Law".

The Lobida method is a method of determining the value of the infinitive form by finding the derivative and then the limit of the numerator and denominator respectively under certain conditions, and it is an important achievement in calculus at the end of the 17th century.

Choosing it as the next paper, Hong Fan was considerate.

There was a saying in the previous life, called "One step ahead is a genius, two steps ahead is a madman".

This is not entirely true, but it is also very true.

In terms of mathematics and physics, the traverser certainly has a lot of impressive results to output, but he must take into account the foundation needed to make them.

If you accidentally create a pavilion in the sky, the great overseers and sorcerers who are the superintendents of the instrument will definitely be able to find the clues.

After breakfast, Hong Fan said goodbye to Aunt Liu, who couldn't hide her worries, and went out with a full set of equipment.

At the beginning of the morning (seven o'clock in the morning), everyone met at the West City Gate.

Hong Ming led the team, and his three ten-person teams came from three major families.

After the order, there were 33 people in total, and none of them were late.

Dozens of elites armed to the teeth and armed with horse lances gathered in one place, making the entire West City Gate extremely quiet.

Not to mention the people, even the soldiers guarding the door unconsciously collected their voices, and most of them expressed their gestures.

Seeing this, Hong Lie smiled, patted Shen Hong and Hong Fan on the shoulders, and motioned for the two to follow.

The three of them first went to the city gate cave to find the sergeant to laugh and laugh, begged for a scoop of drinking water, and then stopped an old man who had just entered the city to buy a dozen hot cooking cakes.

"This fresh cookcake is good, and if there is still a place in the belly, take it and taste it......"

Hong Lie came back with the cake in his hand, and quickly divided it like a smoke in the future.

After more than a dozen cookcakes were torn off by the three elites, the pedestrians seemed to confirm that these men in armor and with a bad body were also made of flesh and blood, and they regained their former vitality.

"Ladies and gentlemen, wait a minute, the caravan has finished loading, and it will take at most half an hour to get here."

Not long after, a member of the Chi family rushed to report the news, and sent it back after speaking.

After about eight or nine minutes, the convoy with 10 carts as the core really arrived at the west gate, and the big flags with the word Chi were still erected on the first and last vehicles.

The convoy was surrounded by more than a dozen knights, and the cart was pulled by a half-ox and half-camel-like giant beast "bull camel" that Hong Fan had never seen before.

The old man who led the team rode on a horse, looked at Hong Ming from afar, and led the team out of the city.

After waiting for another stick of incense, Hong Fan and the others also had to be ordered to get on the horse, and set off solemnly in the fearful eyes of everyone.

When the city wall gradually grew shorter behind him, and there were no pedestrians on his side, the thirty or so men on horseback soothed their expressions and laughed with each other.

After two quarters of an hour of chatter, the green faded and the Gobi took the place of soil.

The ground rises upwards, and the road breaks at the top of the barren hill.

"Gimhae has arrived." Hong Lie said.

"Where?" Hong Fan asked.

"At your feet."

Shen Hong smiled, his legs lightly clamping the horse's belly.

Everyone rode their horses and stepped onto the top of the barren hills.

The boundless sea of sand is greeted by the face.

Hong Fan looked at it, only to see that there was no trace of variegated golden yellow suddenly crashing into his eyes, spreading all the way to the sky.

He reined in his horse, and his vision was covered by the blue and yellow ground, and for a moment he only felt that his body was numb and he couldn't speak.

"What, look stupid?"

Shen Hong said with a smile.

He didn't know that the river of memories in the heart of the traverser was passing by the high-rise buildings of the Demon Capital, the Great Wall, and the West Lake......

Hong Fan had been to many places in his previous life, but he had never been to the desert.

"I haven't been in Jinhai, so I can't say that I am from Jinhai City."

Hong Lie approached the horse and laughed

"Ashamed, ashamed."

After a while, Hong Fan casually covered it up.

"Fan knows today that the country is vast, and there are really thousands of miles ......"

He laughed deliberately, rode his horse downhill before everyone else, and quietly hid the sadness in his eyes.