Chapter 390: The Historical Inflection Point of the Extraordinary World

Shenzhou·Hongwu Seventh Year·Winter——

It has already been snowing heavily in the north, but it is still raining in the south.

Maybe it snowed occasionally, but it soon turned into rain. The thick clothes I was wearing were beaten by snow, thick and heavy, and the dampness and chill almost penetrated into the bone like needles. Boots The inside is also full of slush mud, which is mixed in the socks, making it rattling and uncomfortable when walking.

The rain was pattering down the ground, and it seemed that there was no time to stop.

Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang changed Jiqing to Yingtianfu, also known as the capital. Being near the south of the Yangtze River means that it is not far from the capital of Ming Dynasty. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is different from the roughness of the north wind. The woman seemed to be covered in a layer of fog in the city and mountains.

As for winter, then it is the roar of the Lion in the River East.

A group of people hurried on their way.

They were supposed to go to Yingtian Mansion, in time for next year's New Year's Day, but they encountered such a heavy rain on the way, they couldn't go to the village or back to the store, so they could only barely make their way. Finally, they saw a faint ruined temple in front of them. Overjoyed, he rushed over to shelter from the rain.

Among this group of people, the leader is a rather refined old man.

Although he was drenched in the rain, his demeanor was still calm and flat. It was a bit like Dongpo Layman’s bamboo stick and straw shoes lightly surpassing a horse. Just looking at the messy traces left in the temple, a trace of sadness appeared on the old man’s face, and he whispered with emotion:

"Xing, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering..."

This is an article written by a great composer in the previous dynasty. When he saw the ruined temple, he couldn't help thinking about others.

When the Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical, the life of the Han people was not as good as in troubled times.

In the prosperous city of Yangzhou since ancient times, even after the war, there are only 18 households left. You can imagine what kind of tragedy those ordinary villages will be. Get the people who offer incense every year.

Human relationships are scattered, and the statues of mud, tile and stone statues are also blown away by the rain and wind, and they are not in good shape.

Thinking of this, his face became more and more miserable.

A man next to him heard the words, his complexion changed slightly, he pulled the old man down, and said:

"Father, speak carefully, speak carefully."

The elegant old man came to his senses, comforted his son, and said with a carefree smile: "Don't worry, being a father is just a feeling in your heart. Besides, you know me here, and I will live and die with you today. Blame it on me."

Liu Lian looked behind him, it was an old servant who had been with them for more than ten years, honest and sincere, and worked hard in dealing with others, but it was not a big deal.

Besides, after his father returned to his hometown, he didn't talk about state affairs. He was already loyal to Daming, and he would not be really angry today, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, the old man suddenly saw that there was actually another person in the ruined temple.

It was a man in a green shirt. At first glance, he was about twenty years old, but on closer inspection, he seemed to be in his thirty years old, with peaceful eyes and a light temperament. Temperament, nodded politely, greeted with a smile:

"I didn't expect that there would be people sheltering from the rain in this ruined temple. If you don't mind, sir, why not come here to keep warm together."

The man in the blue shirt thought for a while, but he didn't refuse, and got up and came over.

Sitting down, when the servant added firewood to cook the soup just now, when he raised his eyes to glance at the young man, he saw the latter also casually looking over, but the old servant only felt numbness in his hands and feet, and a chill grew in his heart, he suddenly lowered his head, only daring to to pack up.

Liu Bowen asked politely: "I don't know the name of the gentleman yet."

The man in the green shirt was silent for a while, shook his head, and said:

"I have already forgotten the past, and I can't remember it anyway."

"It's just that every time I fall asleep, I vaguely remember... It seems that many people call me Yuan."

"The world is vast, and this word and those voices in the dream are the last anchors I remember."

"You can call me that, sir."

"deep……"

Liu Bowen praised: "Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, a good name."

Yuan said lightly: "I can't take these four words, but you are a servant of the old man, but you hide your secrets. I have walked in the rivers and lakes these years, and there are few methods of restraining my breath that are comparable to this person. I don't know what's going on behind the scenes What did you do?"

The old servant stiffened.

He was persuaded by Emperor Hongwu's personal guards, and he secretly participated in an iron guard called Jinyiwei. Yue wrote to Huangcheng.

I didn't expect that I would be overwhelmed by the people I ran into on the road.

Liu Bowen was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand this sentence at all, he just smiled casually:

"After all, he survived the battlefield back then, so he has some skills."

He took a sip of hot water to warm up his body, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Mr. Yuan is here, is he waiting for Liu?"

Liu Lian was startled, and Jin Yiwei next to him was also stunned, subconsciously grasping the knife.

The man in the blue shirt said: "Not bad."

"You really look like him, very smart."

Liu Bowen was stunned for a moment and asked, "Him?"

Yuan looked at him, fell silent for a while, and said softly: "I don't know why, but I always feel that you look familiar... I have seen someone who looks very similar to you before, and I remember that I was very close to him .”

Liu Bowen frowned puzzled.

He didn't remember that he recognized the young man in front of him.

Then I heard the young man say plainly:

"It's just that I have forgotten who he is, and I don't remember what I have experienced with him."

Liu Bowen was startled, looked at the young man with a calm expression, and sighed after a long while:

"Isn't this very painful?"

Images flashed before the eyes of the man in the blue shirt. There were immature children, a young man playing the piano and laughing, and a young man with flying brows, and finally a gray-haired old man, but in the end it turned into a certain afternoon, sleeping soundly with his belly exposed. It seems that he wants to reach out to the child.

It's just that everything is like looking at flowers through a fog after all, and it's not clear.

He frowned, shook his head, without any emotion, and said:

"Because I've forgotten all about it, there's nothing hard or not."

"I don't remember him."

Liu Bowen looked at the young man in front of him. The latter said he didn't remember it, so he wasn't bitter, but even those experiences, emotions, and those people who valued him have already forgotten, so how can the word bitterness be described? Is it bitter? I don't feel it, so why talk about suffering, isn't it bitter? Forget everything, how can it be said that it is not bitter?

Even Liu Bowen didn't know how to describe such feelings, and finally turned into a sigh, and said: "So, Mr. Yuan, why did you stop me?"

The young man said: "You have something that belongs to me."

Liu Bowen was stunned.

The young man's eyes swept across, and a word came out of his mouth.

"Remnants of important techniques for peace."

The countenance of everyone present changed drastically.

……………………

In the third year of Hongwu, Liu Bowen received the title of Earl of Sincerity, and returned to his hometown directly in the second year.

In name, he returned to his hometown as an official. In fact, in that year, Liu Bowen obtained the forbidden book of cutting dragon veins handed down by Zhang Jiao, a great virtuous teacher in the late Han Dynasty. To embark on the road that is destined to have no turning back.

He told his friends that he still couldn't forget the scene where China was almost cut off under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.

Weeping.

Han'er speaks Hu'er's language as best as he can, but scolds the Han people at the top of the city.

After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, in order to reshape China, Emperor Hongwu Zhu Yuanzhang had to issue a decree, and proposed "restore China" and "recover the old China" in the "Edict to the Central Plains", and forcibly restored the clothes and customs of China, which cost a lot The manpower and material resources, this makes the atmosphere of China come back to life.

Finally, in Suzhou, Yangzhou, Jiangnan Road, it is no longer the clothes of the Yuan Dynasty.

Liu Bowen still has lingering fears about the tragedy that year, so he is willing to take this path.

However, he understood that his own way of doing things could not support cutting dragon veins at all, so he took advantage of the pre-Qin Fengshui method to kill dragons with the help of the general trend of heaven and earth. For example, in Wuxi, he taught the local people how to make purple sand pots and ceramics, and took all the dragon veins. To exchange the land for money is equivalent to cutting the flesh and blood of the dragon's veins bit by bit.

And the backlash of luck belongs to thousands of people, and there are not many.

In addition, at the throat of the dragon's veins, drilling a well is equivalent to directly locking the throat and nailing the dragon to death.

In Lanzhou, they dug deep at Fulongping in Nanshan to cut off the source of the dragon veins. Four nailed dragon piles were built in Fulongping, so that the dragon veins could no longer stand up. Immediately after that, Fulong Pavilion and Fulong Pavilion were built to suppress the remnants of the dragon veins.

The attack is fierce enough.

But even after exhausting all his efforts to disperse Zhanlong's backlash, Liu Bowen still felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

He did not conceal his purpose, but said frankly: "In order to continue my Huaxia lineage, even if this body is scattered and lost forever, I will not hesitate."

The man in the blue shirt was thoughtful, and said: "...So that's how it is."

"It's still wrong, though."

Liu Bowen was stunned, even he felt a little displeased in his heart, he coughed and asked with a smile:

"The old man did indeed kill the dragon's veins and lose his lifespan, but it was also for my Huaxia. I think I have no shame in the world. What's wrong?"

Yuan glanced at him and said, "For Huaxia, indeed, but isn't it also for Daming?"

Liu Bowen: "??!"

He suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his scalp.

The man in the blue shirt said: "Most of the dragon veins you killed were in the south of the Yangtze River and the Central Plains, which competed with Ming Dynasty for luck. The dragon veins born in the Central Plains and Jiangnan took advantage of the momentum, and it was my Huaxia lineage that finally stabilized."

"But now that you have cut off these dragon veins, the heroes are declining. Once Daming dies one day, and a foreign race comes from outside, won't Huaxia also be overthrown?"

It is still the Hongwu period, and the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang swept away foreign enemies and restored China.

Someone actually dared to say such a thing outside Yingtian Mansion.

For a moment, even Liu Bowen was stunned, and his heart was turned upside down.

That Jin Yiwei drew his sword instantly.

But the man in the green shirt raised his hand to hold down the handle of the knife, and pressed it back with a bang. The wind and rain outside were heavier, Yuan slowly got up, and threw the incomplete page of Taiping essentials back into Liu Bowen's arms, staring at it in a daze Lost in spirit, Liu Bowen said:

"I'll put this thing on you first, and I'll take it later. Your aura has changed. You have killed too many dragon veins in Shenzhou in the past three years. When you come to Beijing to see Zhu Yuanzhang this time, you will be overwhelmed by his aura." If there is a backlash against the impact, there is no doubt that you will die, and the medicine stone is difficult to cure."

His voice paused, and he said: "You said that you are for Yanhuang Huaxia, but why do you specialize in cutting the dragon veins of the Central Plains?"

"If you still have the courage and pride..."

The man in the green shirt had already turned around and walked into the wind and rain, and a calm voice fell from the rain.

Falling into Liu Bowen's ears, it was deafening——

"Why don't you also kill the poisonous dragon outside the Northeast Pass?!"

PS: Today's second update... 3,400 words.

Although they are all obvious auxiliary foreshadowing chapters, I hope they can be written a bit interesting.

I really like the last scene~ Good night everyone, go to sleep~