In the thirty-seventh year of Qin Shi Huang, within the Great Wall of the North.

A young man sat in a military tent, sitting cross-legged on a reed mat, rubbing the lines of the wine bottle with his left hand and stroking the dry black ink on the bamboo slip with his right hand. Looking up, looking at the dirty clouds, the turbid sky, and then at the clear wine in his hand, he couldn't help sighing.

The messenger outside the tent drove over, and when he arrived in front of the military tent, he turned over and dismounted and knelt down, and said respectfully:

"Knock on the Fusu Gongzi, General Meng is already waiting outside the camp!"

The young man waved his hand and said abruptly: "Excuse me, this is no longer my world, I am just a criminal minister, and I can't afford such a big gift!" The young man walked slowly into the carriage, and his purple robe and brocade were dragged on the ground, which was extremely heavy.

The messenger did not say much, but drove the carriage as fast as he could, and soon reached the outside of the camp.

There were hundreds of people scattered outside the camp, and the only empty brown-haired horse stood out.

The young man descended, only to see a general in silver helmet and iron armor bowing and saluting:

"Sin will be Mengtian, knock to see the son!"

The young man hurriedly helped Meng Tian up and bowed his hand.

Yellow clouds covered the sky, hiding the only sun for people, and the autumn wind cut off the stubborn dead leaves on the treetops. The loess is long, and it is raised one after another.

"Are you all together?" The boy asked.

"Counting the Jiang surname who went to explore the way, it is already all together. ”

"Okay......" said the young man on his brown-haired horse, "the general and my stand-in can be found?"

Meng Tian jumped on his horse and replied, "It's been found, the Qin family has changed their faces with the skin-changing medical technique, they are the most loyal warriors in the army, and they are willing to lose their lives for the sake of their son."

The young man thought for a moment and said, "Have their family settled down?"

"Childe rest assured, they will be the next people to enter that place. Meng Tian said abruptly, "The two brothers Chen Sheng and Wu Guang are ready, and when we make a great migration, they will launch a rebellion to buy us time!"

The boy hung his head, and the untied hair hung down from his ears like a waterfall, hiding his haggard face, and no one knew whether he was crying or laughing.

"Let's go, go to that world......" The boy raised his head and rode his horse and galloped as fast as he could, and the rest of his entourage obeyed the order.

No one said much along the way, as if it was a mourning procession. The wind roared low, like the mourning of the people in the imperial capital.

"Forgive the recklessness, do you know what kind of world it is?" Meng Tian asked.

"A ......world where there are no wars and disputes, no heavy labor, people can be like a family, and everyone can live and work in peace and contentment," the young man thought.

"What Childe said is 'the world is the same'?"

The young man nodded, and turned to look in the direction of the imperial capital, stunned.

Meng Tian wanted to divert the young man's sorrow, and said: "What the monarch said is true, it can be expected that the son will have such a catastrophe, and he is really a god!"

The young man was silent, he thought about the future, and felt the "Tao" in his heart.

"If Childe wants to regroup there and recuperate. One day when he comes back from the attack, the last general, Meng Tian, will swear allegiance to the death!" Meng Tian continued.

"General Meng doesn't have to worry about me, there is no need for the so-called 'Son of Heaven' there. If the people can get a pure land, I will be content......"

A cold light flashed in the young man's godless eyes, and he clutched the horse rope in his hand tightly, and sighed sadly:

"It's a pity...... It's just a pity for you, Brother Ji!' The Eight Books of Heavenly Machines were left, but you ...... Alas, you shouldn't have acquiesced to doing that!"

There was an unprecedented sadness and resentment on his face, which made even Meng Tian, a battle-hardened general, shudder.

The young man paused, turned his grief and indignation into relief, and said, "Perhaps, this is what you call 'fate', ......right?" Providence is hard to disobey, then I should also change with the trend, right?"

Meng Tian looked at the young man's almost crazy self-talk, and said worriedly:

"Childe, ...... are you?"

The young man waved his sleeves and said:

"It's nothing, the plan remains the same, let's go to that world - Peach Blossom Spring......"