Chapter 1115 A Dream of Yellow Milk

These words are more like a legend than real history.

After saying this, Xiaomeng sighed softly.

He didn't know what impact his words would have on the world.

But the words have been spoken, and they can only follow the laws of heaven.

He reached out and took out an ink blue bead from his sleeve and handed it to Qin Xuan's hand.

"Your Highness, this is my Taoist secret treasure, Tianmengzhu."

Unlike the Mohist and Legalists.

The Mohist Legalists did not know about what happened eight hundred years ago, but they still knew a little about their genre secret treasures.

But Taoism is exactly the opposite.

Although they knew what happened eight hundred years ago, they were used for what Taoist secret treasures were used for.

That's really not clear at all.

"The people of this secret treasure don't know what it does. Please keep it in peace and be on guard."

Xiaomeng sighed and said.

He looked at Xiaoyaozi's desperate eyes and squatted down to help him up.

"Xiaoyaozi, remember that the core of our Taoist thought is 'shun'! Tell Your Highness those things, maybe it will be a good thing."

Although the world has been unified, the people no longer have to worry about the burning of war and their lives at all times.

But does this mean that the lives of the people are better?

Not.

There are still many people who cannot eat enough or wear warmth, and even suffer from the hardship of corvee labor.

Those who build roads and walls are all their sons, husbands or fathers.

Once they fall, the whole family will face despair.

But if you hold on, you will be endless work and endless suffering every day.

Social productivity is only so high, and natural disasters and man-made disasters always occur again.

No matter how kind the state holds power, it is useless.

Therefore, perhaps things in prehistoric times will become a way out for the people?

After getting everything he wanted, Qin Xuan stopped talking nonsense and prepared to leave with Ergeng and others.

As soon as he got on the carriage, the child of the age of the horn emerged from some corner.

"Big brother, are you leaving?"

It was already dark at this time, and the child's moist eyes seemed to have stars.

Qin Xuan touched his sheep horns in a strange way.

"May I have your name?"

"Big brother, my name is Butterfly."

After leaving Taoism, we will embark on the continuous journey of return.

Qin Xuan was playing with Tianmengzhu in his hand, wondering what this thing was for.

Perhaps it was because Qin Xuan fell asleep unconsciously after tossing for a whole night last night.

But Tianmengzhu was firmly grasped by him.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan opened his eyes and found that he had appeared in a somewhat strange place.

The houses here are low and slump, and the construction process seems to be very poor.

The trees are very tall and dense, with colorful flowers, and the scent of the nose penetrated Qin Xuan's nose.

No, right? You can't travel time again!

He finally became the crown prince of Qin and even had a wife.

It would be too hurt to let him travel through time at this time!

Qin Xuan couldn't help crying.

His position as the prince, his greenness, and so many industries he had in the Qin Dynasty, were gone!

Just when he was sad, he suddenly saw a man in garlic lying down comfortably against the tree.

The man lays his legs flat and bent his knees, which looks very natural and comfortable.

Qin Xuan’s first thought was that this would not be the one he wanted to travel through time.

No, they just sleep, they can't sleep to death, right?

What does it look like when I traveled through this time!

However, as the man closed his eyes, Qin Xuan felt himself plunging into the darkness.

After opening his eyes again, he found himself turning into a butterfly.

Now I really want to cry without tears. No matter what I said just now, at least I am a person!

Now that I'm going to be a butterfly, I'll live for a few months.

Although I did not pursue immortality like my father Ying Zheng.

But I don’t want to make my life shrink for decades in an instant.

After turning into a butterfly, the originally beautiful flowers around him magnified dozens of times in his eyes.

It even looks a bit hideous and terrifying.

At this moment, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the front.

Qin Xuan struggled to control his wings and landed on a tree with a good view.

Looking at the place where the sound came.

And the scene in front of him almost made him unbelievable.

Two men were holding long swords in their hands and fighting in the woods.

That lightness skill is even better than his butterfly, and he never lands at all.

"Snatch it!"

After a sword, one of the men suddenly heard the hand and shouted.

He raised his hand and flames erupted out of his hand.

Another man was burned into ashes almost instantly.

The temperature of the flame seemed to be very high, and the trees around them were obviously very vital, but they were burned in seconds.

The scene in front of him made Qin Xuan unable to help but open his eyes wide.

Good guy, he traveled to somewhere this time, this is too fierce.

Suddenly, two words appeared in his mind: The Great Wasteland.

But at this time, he couldn't take into account any prehistoric or prehistoric.

Can that guy who set fire be a little bit public and take over his magical powers?

His fire was so fierce that the surrounding trees were ignited one by one.

Its speed is jaw-dropping.

Qin Xuan has just turned into a butterfly and is still very unaware of his two wings.

It cannot be said that it is easy to use, it can only be said that you don’t know how to thrust!

In the panic of the flames burning, I couldn't control my wings anymore.

My life is over!

Qin Xuan never expected that he could become the crown prince in Daqin.

In the prehistoric world, I haven't even lived for an hour.

If someone knew about this, he would not know where to put the face of the great prince of Qin.

In a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of crying.

What's going on? Isn't he dead?

How can you still hear the sound of crying?

Has he already reached heaven?

Qin Xuan opened his eyes with great effort and saw Qingqing's eyes that were crying like a peach.
To be continued...