Yang Meng was shocked at this moment. He was the Shushan Sword Immortal who was flying the flying sword, and he was also the little butterfly that incited history.

If it weren't for the heroic battle of this team, the Hu people would have entered the pass earlier, and the fortune of the Western Jin Dynasty would have ended earlier.

People who are not recorded in historical books or remembered by the world.

But it is real, exists in history and between the world.

Each of us is truly influencing the world...

The remains of the corpse soldier were buried in the coffin by the swordsman in Shushan...

Times have changed and the wind has changed. The coffin was dug out and the coffin was sold as it was made of mahogany products. In the end, the mahogany chair made of the coffin core that was attached to the remains of the mind flowed into Yang Meng's hands.

Even if time has passed so long.

The obsession in the coffin did not forget the promise that year.

I died in the battlefield and wanted to go back, and I would like to share the half bowl of wine with Brother Ziming...

...

Time flies and arrives in a modern town.

The fantasy ends.

The soldiers' obsession appears here.

In front of me is a weed and lush branches and leaves.

But in this overgrown place, grass and trees slowly appeared.

"I'm back, Brother Ziming."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

There is a little blame in his tone, but it is difficult to hide the joy in it.

In front of me was the wine dormitory of that year, and a pale young scholar appeared in front of the wine dormitory.

The wind blew the young scholar's long hair and looked at Lu Yuan with gentle eyes.

The scholarly boy, like the young man who was in the army to guard the border, waited for nearly two thousand years and did not dissipate.

Lu Yuan smiled.

"I said I'll come back even if I die, Brother Ziming."

"I also said that you will wait for you to come back even if you die." Ye Ziming said with a smile: "I have been waiting for you here for half a year after you go to war. I thought you will be back soon, but after waiting, you have not come back."

His illness lasted only half a year.

However, half a year later, he died here due to lung disease.

So I have been waiting here.

Coincidentally, Lu Yuan also fell into the war after going to war for half a year.

The pale scholar Ye Ziming took out half a pot of wine, which was the practice of wine back then.

I only drank half of the wine back then, but now it is time to drink half of the remaining half.

"Then are you still waiting?" Lu Yuan raised his glass and picked up the wine glass, which contained turbid wine.

"Because you said you will come back even if you die, so I know you will come back." Ye Ziming raised his wine glass.

A promise lasts a thousand years, today is to repay.

The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled, raising their glasses.

As the glass of wine ended, the phantoms dispersed. Whether it was Ye Ziming or Lu Yuan's obsession, they all disappeared with time.

Their past, their promise, disappeared with this sip of wine.

The friendship between the two was not remembered by history, and the three of them were witnessed.

...........

"It's over, this is his story."

Li Wei said as he looked at the end of his eyes.

The ground was covered with weeds, and the wine dormitory that had just witnessed the brotherhood, only weeds and broken wine bottles standing there were left.

The wine bottle is entangled by the growth of plants and trees and has not moved for two thousand years.

The scholar Ye Ziming's soul is attached to the wine bottle.

"Legendly, the wind of the Wei and Jin Dynasties is strong, and a promise is more than a thousand gold..." Liang Hongbin was shocked when he looked at it, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and he supported it for a thousand years because of a promise.

This has to be admitted, it is very admirable.

Li Weixing's spiritual method controls the earth embryo and burys the wine bottle on the ground.

Return all their past dust to dust.

"It's over, you can go back..."

"As agreed, I'll pay you."

Yang Meng said and asked to pay.

This wonderful experience and experience cannot be exchanged for money.

"Well...it's not necessary." Li Wei paused and said, "You can give me this mahogany chair."

"I've given you the mahogany chair and the money."

Yang Meng said that he knew that this mahogany chair was the source of his nightmare these days, so he definitely couldn't take it, because the mahogany chair had lost so much hair, and it was almost the same as saying that it was all gone. Although it was a bit related to his original alopecia areata, he always believed that his baldness was closely related to the nightmare brought by the mahogany chair.

Maybe after the mahogany chair leaves, my bald head will be fine.

All, he had millions of reasons to hate the remnants of this mahogany chair, but now he couldn't hate it at all.

After giving Li Wei a reward, he was about to say something when the Taoist figure disappeared.

For a moment, he didn't even know if there was such a Taoist.

"He's leaving." Liang Hongbin looked at Tianqiong and said, "The Taoist priest left first, let's go back too, teacher."

Yes, he left, but he has come and taken him to experience this magnificent but a little sad history.

...........

Yang Meng returned to his normal life and would never have any nightmares to disturb him. The only regret is that his hair seemed to have lost more.

He returned to high school to be a Chinese teacher.

In the Chinese class, looking at the students in the audience, he was a little dazed for a moment.

These students, and the young people they saw in the dreams of the Western Jin Dynasty, were of average age.

But the students in front of them enjoy the campus, their youth, and their eyes are full of innocence and liveliness.

Death and frontiers are never something they need to consider.

The romantic and famous gentlemen of the Wei and Jin Dynasties are well-known to everyone, and many stories of gentlemen are circulated. But Yang Meng also knew that the chaotic era that began with the Western Jin Dynasty was such a weak era in China.

Even now, there are stories of teenagers going to the battlefield in many corners of the world. In many small countries that people may not have heard of, stories of these and those are happening.

Yang Meng suddenly thought of a sentence - don’t have a big country rise, just a small country’s dignity. This is a sentence that people often mentioned on the Internet before.

I envy the so-called elegant and graceful country of gentlemen.

I haven't experienced it before, but now Yang Meng really understands the nonsense of this sentence - without the rise of a great power, where can the dignity come from?

Only when the country is rich and the people are strong can you have dignity.

Dignity does not depend on the demeanor of a gentleman.

Only with strength can one have dignity.

Yang Meng said after a moment of silence.

"Attend class."

A tender and uneven sound rang out.

"Hello teacher!"

“Today’s learning content is…”

Yang Menggang used chalk to write down the handwriting on the blackboard. When he was halfway through writing, he closed his eyes and then put down the chalk.

"Students, do you know an ancient poem... But let the flying general in Longcheng be there, and the Hu horse will not be able to cross Yinshan."

"I know! This is an ancient poem I learned in junior high school!"

The students answered enthusiastically.

"Today, I'll tell you the story of a soldier in the Western Jin Dynasty, a sick scholar, who promised a thousand years."
Chapter completed!