"Master, look, they're fighting again!"

Under the blood-colored sun, on the half-collapsed and ruined ancient wall, a short boy was stretching out his chubby little hand and pointing to a battlefield miles away.

It was a battlefield stained with blood, the ground was dyed red with blood, and the two teams of men and horses were fighting together with shouts, and the crowd was like harvested wheat straw, constantly falling.

Blood remained on the earth like a red stream, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. And farther on the battlefield, heaven and earth seemed to fall.

In the same red sky, a meteor kept falling, falling on the land outside of this battlefield, some crashed into the mountains, some shattered the earth, and the cracked continent was instantly irrigated by the roaring sea water thousands of miles away.

The huge land is like a plank floating on the sea!

It's the end times!

On the remnant wall of the ancient city, behind the boy, a white-haired old man dressed in sackcloth and with a thin figure slowly put down the old iron coupon with a simple color in his hand. He raised his head, looked at the battlefield that the boy was pointing to, and lamented: "The country is broken, and the mountains and rivers may not still exist. In vain, in this world that is about to collapse, peace is just a luxury, and in the current situation, even this remnant of the Pure Land of Zhongzhou will not be able to be saved. ”

The boy wondered, "The world has become like this, why do they still do this?"

In this era when everyone is in danger, those people are still in the mood to fight, which is unimaginable in the eyes of boys who have not been deeply involved in the world.

The old man sneered, "Because they want to live." ”

Both of them know that the "they" in their mouths are not the same group of people.

The boy is talking about the soldiers who fought on this battlefield, and the old man is referring to the imperial kingship!

About twenty years ago, the world entered a cataclysmic period, in order to compete for a place to survive, the twelve countries living on this continent started a twenty-year melee, and in twenty years, the ten countries were destroyed, and the only ones left were the current Liang Qi and Chen Tang.

The boy looked thoughtfully at the historian behind him, and said, "Master, the apprentice can see from the history books that the period of the two countries a thousand years ago seems to be the two countries now. ”

"It is not surprising that the heritage of a great country can hold on to the end. The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, at that time, Liang Qi was not called Liang Qi, Chen Tang was not Chen Tang, and the twelve states of Middle Earth were not what they are now.

During the period of the two countries a thousand years ago, the Liang and Tang dynasties each based on six states, and became a situation of confrontation between the north and the south, which was known as the Northern Liang and the Southern Tang Dynasty in history.

Northern Liang and Southern Tang Dynasty fought hard and divided the princes into twelve states, and then because of the change of Qi and Chen, the princes became independent, which led to the current Liang Qi and Chen Tang.

The boy seemed to think of one thing and asked curiously, "Master, was the period of the two countries thousands of years ago really the most prosperous era in this world?"

"Of course!"

The old man put his hands behind his back, and his eyes were full of energy, as if he had witnessed the rise of that era, and he was indescribably proud.

The boy looked at the old man, infected by the latter's emotions, and yearned: "What kind of era was that?"

"What kind of era was that?" the old man smiled, exhaled lightly, and remembered: "It was an era of peace, it was an era of prosperity, it was an era of martial arts, the mountains and rivers were still the same, and that year was ......."

He turned his head to look at the boy, but the rest of the words did not come out.

He was as old as you that year.

The thoughtful boy has long known that his master has hidden an unknown and shocking secret in his heart, and he has asked many times with great curiosity, but all he got is some clues. When he encountered this opportunity today, the boy naturally would not let it go, and begged: "Master, just tell me what happened thousands of years ago!"

The old man, who had planned to bring that incident into the coffin, didn't know whether he was touched by the scene, or felt by the boy's persistence, and finally stopped insisting and sighed: "What happened a thousand years ago has to start with a small fishing village......

As the old man recounted, the boy standing on the remnant wall gradually changed his face, from excitement to consternation, as if following the old man's story, he traveled through thousands of years of time, and experienced that glorious time with the people of that era.

The forty-sixth year of the founding of the Southern Tang Dynasty, that is, the twelfth year of Emperor Zhiwen Chongwu.

In the spring of this year, in a remote part of northern Xizhou, in a small fishing village called Mengjia Village, such an incident is happening.

"Meng Li, you remember to me, if you are disrespectful to your ancestors in the future, I will beat you once I see you, and I will never be soft. ”

At the entrance of Mengjia Village, a group of teenagers with cold faces were fighting around a thin black boy at this time.

Someone in the crowd kicked the thin black boy to the ground.

An unusually tall teenager pushed away the crowd and pointed at the thin black boy curled up on the ground and sneered, and the domineering words of "I will beat him once when I see it" came out of his mouth.

Although the thin black boy known as Meng Li was curled up on the ground, his face was very calm, except for tightly protecting the cloth bag in his arms, he only had a pair of indifferent eyes.

"What do you see, you're still not convinced, believe it or not, I'll beat you up again?" Meng Li's indifferent eyes made the tall young man furious.

Behind the tall and strong young man stood a thin young man who was as thin as a hemp pole, looking at a few footprints on Meng Li's body, he couldn't bear to say: "Ah Xi, let's forget about this matter today, if you make another move, the old village chief will talk to you again." ”

The word "heart-to-heart" seemed to remind Meng Xi of some unpleasant experiences, and he shuddered.

But when he saw Meng Li's indifferent face, the fire that he had just suppressed in his heart rose inexplicably.

Raising his leg and kicking Meng Li again, Meng Xi spit heavily on the ground, and said angrily: "I don't understand, why did grandpa fall in love with such a white-eyed wolf, and he had to protect him in everything, what a good person Uncle is, he died at the bottom of the river for us, and now it has been five full years, monkey, I ask you, have you ever seen this white-eyed wolf go to worship once." ”

The boy known as the monkey is named Meng Hou, who is twelve years old this year, and like Meng Xi, he is the child king of the village.

Five years ago, when they were returning home from the school, they fell into the river due to an accident.

There is only one Huaichuan River near Mengjia Village, and the river is so turbulent that it is difficult for two seven-year-old children to survive once they fall into the water. It was Meng Li's father who saved them with his own life.

Thinking of that tragedy, Meng Hou's expression was gloomy, and he sighed: "Forget it, after all, it is someone else's family matter, and in the end, you and I have no right to ask." ”

"But I'm just not reconciled. Meng Xi yelled, pointed at Meng Li and said, "Meng Li, you listen to me, if I am in Mengjia Village for a day, there will be no good life for you." ”

Good days? What good days and bad days can I speak of?

Meng Li laughed bitterly at himself, but at the same time, he also knew that this big man who did what he said could be regarded as completely targeting himself.