The human brain is very magical. Sometimes we forget what we are talking about, and sometimes we feel very familiar with unfamiliar things. After being exposed to novels, movies, TV series, etc., Wei Jiu has a deep understanding of the strange world in front of us.

Very certain.

He can't go back to the world where he lived for more than twenty years, and he will never see his lovely girlfriend and his grandfather who raised him for more than twenty years.

He has traveled through time, or in other words, he has traveled through time in reverse. This journey lasted for thousands of years.

Sitting dejectedly on the mountainside, looking at this strange world, he was struggling in his heart, whether to survive or to roll down from here and be done with it. After closing his eyes, any troubles disappeared.

When a person dies, the light goes out, let alone in this strange land, no one recognizes him as a sudden visitor. Wei Jiu is an atheist. He believes that death is death, there is no soul, there is no afterlife, everything is lost.

No, but looking at his hands, he couldn't explain it scientifically.

Closing his eyes and leaning forward, Wei Jiu felt a sharp pain and then his whole body rolled down the mountain uncontrollably. Sharp stones and hard earth were destroying his new body all the time. The severe pain was unbearable.

, the rolling and groaning made him feel endless torture, after a groan of flesh hitting the tree trunk came out.

Wei Jiu lay on the ground, looking at the sky and murmuring softly.

"It's great to be alive!"

He originally thought that committing suicide was a very pleasant thing. He could just grit his teeth and stamp his feet when he was determined to do it. However, he ignored the pain involved. Whether it was hanging or jumping off a cliff, including Wei Jiu's rolling, the word "suicide" carried a lot of meaning.

This pain and suffering.

When the hillside rolled over, Wei Jiu had already regretted it. Living modestly seemed to be much better than dying generously.

The pain in his body prevented him from making any movement, and the tattered clothes on his body were stained with blood.

Bah!

A soft voice came from his waist. Wei Jiu looked down and saw a photo falling to the ground. What caught his eye was a kind-hearted old man holding the hands of a child on the left and right.

Wei Jiu, grandpa, her!

At this moment, Wei Jiu burst into tears. Perhaps the pain in his body was unbearable, but the pain in his heart was perhaps more severe.

I may have died in my previous life. The Science and Technology Museum should bear the responsibility for this accident. Grandpa should get a generous compensation. If she chooses to provide for him until the end of his life, she will also get some property, and at the same time, the insurance company will

The compensation should be enough for her to buy a lot of bags. After all, he was the one who submitted the insurance as an orphan. Grandpa would rather die than be the acceptor. Instead, he asked Wei Jiu to add the name of the acceptor to his girlfriend. Maybe

I am worried that my grandson will not be able to get a wife.

Wei Jiu's 'death' will probably make them sad for a long time. Grandpa may not be able to bear this blow. If he is hospitalized for a long time because of his sadness, he will be worried about money again.

He couldn't help but worry about things that he couldn't change, but thinking that the two of them would not have to worry about their livelihoods for the rest of their days, Wei Jiu gradually relaxed and shouted silently to the sky.

Your grandson and your husband are dead. You have to live a new life, while I have to survive in this strange world. We have agreed to live well.

Wei Jiu was afraid. He could die of old age or illness. He could bear these things. He could not change them and would not be afraid. But to die in his own hands like this, he was very afraid. The fear of death had also driven him over when he rolled over just now.

The feeling of slowly walking towards death step by step was really terrifying. I stood up with difficulty, touched a stick as thick as my arm and prepared to go down the mountain, but when I put the stick in my hand, I felt a chill. I squeezed it with a little force and felt a softness. Wei Jiu

Startled, he turned around and ran away. It was not a stick, but a python as thick as an arm.

He ran all the way, and the pain in his body was ignored in fear. This half-hour of running was much more than the walking he did in the mountains in one day. Fortunately, the python did not care about him and did not chase him down the mountain. To be precise,

The python didn't move at all, but this spineless and cold-blooded thing is a nightmare for many people.

Tired from running, the pain in his body returned again. This time, Wei Jiu did not dare to touch anything. He held his ribs and moved forward step by step. He did not know how far he had gone, but he knew that he was alone.

Never encountered them.

There is a lot of sunshine here, a bit too much. Under the scorching sun, sweat penetrates into the scratched wounds, and the pain makes it worse and I can't help but suck in the air conditioning.

Finally at sunset, Wei Jiu met the first living person, an old man carrying a hoe. He had a rickety back and a hoe on his shoulder. Although he was not injured, it was not the same as Wei Jiu who was holding his ribs at this time.

Any difference.

Wei Jiu was overjoyed when he saw a living person. He hurriedly stepped forward. Perhaps his movements were too big and the wounds on his body were injured. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air again. The old man noticed his subtle voice and raised his head to look at the man in front of him who was covered with blood.

The young man managed to smile despite his wounds. When Wei Jiu was about to speak, the old man spoke first.

"When will the years of war come to an end? Children have to endure such a punishment just for a bite of food."

Hearing the old man's words, Wei Jiu smiled again, but he was constantly analyzing the dialect in his mind.

Looking at the clothes the old man was wearing, I remembered what the staff said when introducing the machine, that it could go back to the past and go to the future. From this point of view, it can be confirmed that we have really arrived in ancient times, and the sentence about continuous battles in China can be ignored.

The history of China seems to have never been peaceful. The most indispensable thing in every dynasty is conquest.

From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Three Kingdoms, from the Sui and Tang Dynasties to the Eight-Power Allied Forces, China has never had peace. There may have been peace, but it only passed in the blink of an eye.

"Old man, have you just come back from working in the fields? How can you still work in the fields at your age..."

Wei Jiu squeezed out a smile and smiled brightly at the old man. He remembered his grandfather in the countryside. When he took time to go home for a visit during the summer vacation, his grandfather would also go home from the fields with a hoe, but at that time there would always be a laughing man behind him.

Young man, that is Wei Jiu.

When the old man heard the question, he imitated Wei Jiu and forced a smile.

"He died. He died in the battle between His Majesty and Dou Jiande."

The old man said with a chuckle, but the sorrow in his eyes could not be concealed. The forced smile disappeared. At this time, Wei Jiu was shocked.

Dou Jiande!

He couldn't be more familiar with this name. He was a figure in the civil rebellion period at the end of the Sui Dynasty. He established warlords and defeated Yu Wenshi and other generals, but was ultimately defeated by Li Er at Hulao Pass.

Look, is it the Tang Dynasty at this time? Has it really come to ancient times? Wei Jiu was very panicked.

But there was no smile on his face. He took the old man's hoe and said with a smile.

"Old man, I will take you home."

The old man smiled lightly.

"Why do you want to give me a lifeless body like this? Let's go, look at you, you're so pitiful. I'll give you some medicine when you get back. If you've been alone for a long time, looking at you will remind you of my short life."

Wei Jiu smiled and said nothing, and followed the old man slowly towards a village, but his heart was surging. He was sure that it was the Tang Dynasty at this time, but who is your majesty today? Li Yuan, Taizu of the Tang Dynasty? Li Er, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, or that person in history

The only female emperor, Wu Mei, was the first to be excluded because this powerful woman was the most peaceful and powerful period in the Tang Dynasty after Wu Mei ascended the throne.

So which year of their father and son is His Majesty today?

Unable to think clearly, he used the excuse of small talk to chat with the old man. Soon after, Wei Jiu asked what year it was. The old man glared at Wei Jiu with dissatisfaction and said softly.

"First year."

In the first year of his reign, Dou Jiande died in the fifth year of Wude.

In this way, is this the first year of Zhenguan? Is your Majesty the Li Er who is a man of literary and military skills, who kills his brothers and steals his sister-in-law?

Wei Jiu didn't know yet that the machine that carried him here circled the sky for several days before landing in the Qinling Mountains. He also didn't know that he had passed through the wounds of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, and during this period, Li Er

Li Yuan has been forced to give up the throne.

Coming to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, Wei Jiu could not help but murmur softly.

"Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Gong, Luo Cheng... No, there is no Luo Cheng or Shan Xiongxin in history. No, Shan Xiongxin is already dead this year and was killed by Yuchi Gong. I came to the Tang Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!