When I got to the horizon, there was not a curtain of light in front of me.

Originally, according to Zhou Sheng's calculations, this shijie sky is round, and there should be a huge cover on shijie in the sky, and he should be on the edge of the cover now.

There is no light curtain, but there is a bottomless well, which has long been abandoned and fills with the smell of decay.

At the edge of the well sat a blind old man, with a wooden stick in his hand, squatting there in circles. The wrinkles on his face silently tell the years he has passed, this is an old man full of wisdom.

A sigh echoed, indescribable desolation and sadness.

"What kind of well is this?"

"The well where people are buried".

Zhou Sheng shook his head, "I don't understand!"

The old man smiled, his dull eyes revealing the color of memory, and lightly picked up the precious memories that he cherished in his heart.

"There were three hundred and sixty-five wells, most of which were empty, and the rest were buried with dry bones. Throughout the ages, all the sages have come here to sit and seal their lineage in a well when the end of the day is approaching, hoping that future generations will inherit it and not let their Tao be lost. Here, too, there will be a bite of your ......"

The old man's voice echoed in the wind, and the wind became desolate, like a roar, like a roar......

"My limit has arrived, eight hundred years later, and it's time to sleep. It's a troublesome thing to live for a long time, watching your wife and children grow old, white-haired people send black-haired people, seeing everything you know disappear, the village when you were a child, the grandfather who told stories on the street, the neighbor's cat and dog, seeing the village disappear, the old locust tree was also cut down, and all the memories should disappear. Just leave a trace in the wheel of time......"

The old man smiled. The body gradually dissipated. The sticks clicked to the ground, and the patterns on the ground were also hidden by the wind and sand.

A slippery Sage Personality flew into a deep well, set a seal, and left it for someone to open.

Zhou Sheng sighed, and his body carrying his hands was a little rickety.

"Let you be peerless, let you be a prince and general, let you smile and fall into the city, in the end it is inevitable to have a pei of loess. can't hide the desolation of the years, the years, the years ......".

sighed, helpless, the limit is up, the soul is ripe, dissipates and returns to heaven and earth, but what can I do?

The wind and sand squinted, and tears fell into the yellow spring.

Zhou Sheng walked between the world and shed a tear. Springs popped up behind him......

This is the graveyard of the saint and the sorrow of the saint. Countless people of peerless elegance, how brilliant he was before his death, Zuihou still has to be buried here, forgotten by history.

Walking through a cemetery, there is a dead sea to the east, a real dead sea, in which there are no fish and shrimp, no aquatic plants, and no living creatures.

On the opposite side of the Dead Sea, Zhou Sheng could faintly see the land in the far west.

The extreme east of shijie is also the extreme west, this is a circle, and the origin is the end.

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Stepping onto the Dead Sea, the waves automatically carried him forward.

There is no trace on the surface of the water, the shijie of the Dead Sea is lonely, the salinity of the sea is so saturated that even the most tenacious life can no longer survive in it, because of the lack of necessary environment, such as water......

The Dead Sea is as short of water as the sea is short of water.

After crossing the Dead Sea, turning in a circle, and finally setting foot on this continent.

This is Xiyi, with blue eyes and blond hair all over the place. The castle of the Xiyi people is a place for Zhou Sheng to admire, the castle is a pure fortress of war, the brick walls are all watered with molten iron that has been burned into juice, there is not a trace of gaps, ladders cannot climb on it, and bows and arrows cannot pierce the thick and hard walls.

The aristocrats of the West loved gold, they lived a luxurious life, and oppressed the commoners.

The Church of Light is the most orthodox cult here, everything else is heresy, and heretical cultists will be burned alive at the stake.

Zhou Sheng walked through Rome and saw the strong Roman cavalry, who governed the country with parliament, and the plebeians enjoyed the right to vote, and had extensive democracy. Now Rome is at war, the army of gladiatorial slaves led by Spartacus has occupied a large area, and the Roman army of other countries is rushing back to the mainland......

He walked past the Greek temples of agriculture and defeated their race gods, Zeus and Athena, who were vulnerable to the gods of the small tribes at the whims of the sages of Zhou.

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There is a war going on in the distance, the Third Persian War.

The 120,000 troops of the Persian Empire crossed the ocean and invaded the Aegean Sea, the source of Western civilization.

Their iron hooves trampled on them, and the heads of men rolled wherever the armies passed. Warriors who worship force cut off the heads of those who dared to resist, insulted their wives and daughters, and killed their young sons.

The tribes began to revolt, and the Persian army was defeated.

The brutal Spartan civilization, the mighty Turkedonian Empire, the wise Alex III, the pyramids of ancient Egypt, the Sphinx, the pharaoh inside, the mummy.

Zhou Shengdu explored them one by one, many hidden histories could not be hidden under his mind, the pyramid is a building that uses the magnetic force of the north and south, which can delay the aging of matter, as well as a few sun gods, and some alien ruins.

Crossing the fertile Lianghe River basin and eating the special grilled fish there is really delicious, which is also a place that Zhou Sheng remembers vividly.

Fresh carp caught from the river, processed by the waiter, is cooked on the edge of a pond full of coals, and eaten in a kind of baked soft bread. The grilled fish is crispy and golden on the outside, which is the best part of the taste, but as for the white and tender fish inside, the taste is even worse.

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Passing through a country full of oil, where there is more oil than water, and it is rich enough to flow oil.

Passing through the dilapidated capital of the Babylonian Dynasty, the capital city, known as the Hanging Gardens, has also been in tatters under the ravages of history, and the once noisy and boiling has become now inaccessible, becoming a gathering place for scorpions and poisonous insects.

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Zhou Sheng completely turned into a traveler, taking a look at the unforgettable scenery.

In the distance is the desert, the Sahara Desert.

The edge of the desert is still an oasis, not an endless stretch of sand dunes. The poplar, which is said to be immortal for thousands of years, falls crookedly on the side of the road, and there are clear lakes on both sides of the road, and the water and grass are luxuriant. Antelope jumping. Camel in the river......

Deep in the oasis is a small town. It is also a supply ground for zuihou entering the desert.

Entering the Sahara Desert is equivalent to burying your neck in the yellow sand, and the probability of surviving is less than half, so this desert also has a name, the Sea of Death, the land occupied by the devil, and Hu Da, who believes in them, has abandoned here.

There are also civilizations in the desert. However, it has long been buried under the yellow sand, and legend has it that there is a devil's castle inside, and a glance will drag people into it and bury them alive, but it is full of treasures and gems piled up all over the city.

For the sake of this treasure, countless people rushed to explore it, generation after generation, and the probability of such people who went deep into the desert alive was even smaller, less than one in ten. The cobras in the desert are highly venomous, and they bury their bodies in the yellow sand. Sudden attack, neither man nor camel can escape......

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Zhou Sheng entered the town. After a few sips of camel milk, I unexpectedly ran into a merchant from the East.

When these people saw the people in their hometown, they were overjoyed and invited Zhou Sheng to eat mutton steamed buns.

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Late at night, in the starry sky, Zhou Sheng walked into the desert, and gradually went to the depths, his back pulling under the starlight.

Walking in the desert alone, it is most likely to get lost, it is full of flowing yellow sand, there is no reference, and it is impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. A local guide must be found to lead the way, and the location of the stars in the sky is useless here.

What is lacking in the desert is water, don't look at a lot of cacti and dead grass and other plants, there is no fresh water under these plants, even if you dig more than ten meters to dig out the brine, the more you drink, the more thirsty you are......

On the second day in the desert, Zhou Sheng was lucky to meet a white camel.

In the concept of the Hu people, the white camel is a believer of Hu Da, and meeting the white camel in the desert is equivalent to encountering a great good thing.

Zhou Sheng rode on a white camel and walked forward half-lying.

The warm sun in the sky was excluded by him, and the dry yellow wind blew in his face, and it was hot. encountered a sandstorm, the most terrifying weather in the desert, Zhou Sheng just waved his sleeves and fanned the sandstorm away.

On the third day of the desert march, the water source brought by Zhou Sheng was exhausted, and there was no water to replenish, so Zhou Sheng kept an eye on the hump of the camel sitting down, but there was a lot of water stored in it.

Zhou Sheng's malicious gaze made the white camel scream, and slapped it on the head before it calmed down.

"Stingy, don't talk about a little water, you can't get anything to drink!"

Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand to the bottom of the yellow sand on the ground, penetrated the yellow sand layer of dozens of meters, entered the earth's crust, and poured several tons of water before stopping.

The cold groundwater is very cool to drink, especially in this desert environment, and it is really refreshing to pour cold water when the throat is hot and smoking.

Poured a little water and put it in the palm of his hand, let the white camel lick it clean, and Zhou Sheng went on the road again.

On the sixth day of the desert march, Zhou Sheng unfortunately encountered sand thieves, and as a result, the sand thieves were robbed.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, he met a group of travelers who were lost in the desert, a group of people with parchment charts looking for treasure.

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PS: A few chapters of very water.,I can't write a wonderful plot in my little brain.,The appearance of this shijie is also roughly outlined in these chapters.,I'm not going to write it in detail.,It's not interesting to dig around for treasure.,I don't want to write either.。

When I was a child, I almost forgot about the geography knowledge, and I made it together, and I was very clear about the history of Alexander's crusade, and I was going to write two more strokes, but I found it even more boring. Alexander the Great, I have always considered a very good king, although the empire he conquered collapsed after his death, was divided among the four generals under his command, and his wife and ungrown son Alex II were also killed, a somewhat tragic ending.

Hey, there's so much water, I'm still here to make up the number of words, and I haven't had a climax yet, and my writing and overall planning are a little bad, no!

I've written three or four hundred thousand words, but I really feel like nothing has been written, and there is no plot. Recently, I have read a few books of pure literature, Chen Zhongzhong's Bailuyuan, Jia Pingwa's several books, and Huang Yi's several books have also glanced at it, and I feel that the writing is not very good, I am not moved, and I don't like it a little.

Bailuyuan is my favorite, the whole book is only two or three hundred thousand words, but it spans three generations, and there are some tragic and bleak endings. Times have changed, this is the only thought I have when I read the whole book, I finished reading it in the afternoon, and even I was thinking about dinner, how could he write so well, especially a few of the paragraphs that are a little meaty, which are not bad, this is the foundation of literature.

It's really because of Bailuyuan's movie that I went to read his book, people just write well, no wonder they won the contradiction award, we have no chance, one of the street writers.

Envy, jealousy and hatred have a lot of tastes, and I suddenly came up with the idea of writing literature. But then it will be extinguished, and it will be ruthlessly snuffed out by me in the bud, let's write a popular literature, eat with a mouthful, write literature without much knowledge and accumulation, and laugh off the big teeth!

Chinese literature, no one reads it at home, it is not recognized internationally, it is not easy to eat by words, just like me, it is difficult to make a living!

Japanese mystery novels and Western short stories are very good, the number of words is not much, each book only has a dozen chapters, tens of thousands of words, most of which can be made into movies. Of course, domestic literary novels are also good, I found that everything that describes the changes in modern history, from the words of the story, there are a few paragraphs, haha, the writing is very cool, so that people can see Chinese history more clearly, more clearly!

Jin Yong's martial arts novels are not long, twenty or thirty chapters, two hundred thousand words. This cow, I looked at it, and almost all of Jin Da's books have been made into TV series, and they are well-known TV series, and they are also most of China's TV dramas. Martial arts TV series, basically written by him, Liancheng Jue, Su Nu Sword, etc., I won't say much about those who are famous.

There is still a big difference between the original book and the TV series, at least there are a lot of changes. Huang Yi's search for Qin, I took a look, and it was changed beyond recognition at the beginning.

What you can't see in history books, you can see in these books. This is the difference between official history and wild history.

History books, good news and bad news, so let's not say much, so as not to buckle a big hat for me.

But everyone should take a look at the wild history, this is the real thing, just like Li Bai, everyone knows that he is a great poet, who knows that this guy is the second master of martial arts in the Tang Dynasty at that time, carrying a sword and drinking wine, he killed several people, just like he wrote in his poem, he didn't stay for a thousand miles!

Recently, I read a ghost novel, the room was pitch black, I was coding, and I always felt like there was a person standing behind me, which scared my heart.

It's too much, these are also making up the number of words, wow haha...... (To be continued......)