I spread my hands helplessly: "Forget it."

""Eternal Love", is there any surviving book?"

"Strictly speaking, no more." I replied.

"You serve in our Qintian Prison, and you get a salary from this dynasty. Will you let this book come back to life in the future?"

I smiled slightly: "Now that my identity has been exposed, even if I want to serve in the Qintian Prison, it is impossible, right? Queen Mother, after tonight, I will completely disappear from the world, at least in your lifetime, I will not appear."

"Is this the way you strangers behave?" The Queen Mother's eyes flickered, observing the truth and falsehood of my words.

I said sternly: "History cannot be tampered with. Regardless of the future or the past, it is the law of the universe. Even ghosts and gods cannot change it. Revealing the secrets of heaven to the world is a very unwise act and will only lead to chaos! I, Zhou, admire the changes that go against heaven.

I am a man of destiny, but I don’t agree with this approach.”

"A fire didn't burn you to death, but it made you understand..." The Queen Mother gradually believed it, nodded, and seemed relieved.

I couldn't help but be stunned, but I couldn't explain it.

"Tonight, I just had a dream. I have never seen you two before, and there is no book like "Eternal Love" in the world." The Queen Mother looked at Yan Chixia, and then stared at me, as if

Determine our intentions and seek a result.

Yan Chixia nodded and said no more.

I also nodded.

The Queen Mother sighed, knowing that she could not keep such a strange person, so she turned and walked towards the house.

She didn't stop. After entering the house, she walked downstairs and went straight to the east bedroom.

Lin Tianfang and Xiao Dezi followed the Queen Mother all the way, silently.

"Servant Lin."

"I'm here," Lin Tianfang replied.

"Where is that little book boy from Phoenix Bookstore now?"

Lin Tianxin felt deeply relieved, but he did not dare to hide it and said, "I worked as Quan Zi's companion in the official residence."

"This person cannot be kept," the Queen Mother said coldly, without stopping in her footsteps.

Lin Tianfang was slightly shocked and responded bitterly: "Hey!"

"Shilang Lin, if you are confused, you might as well speak out now," the Queen Mother continued.

"Lafayette..." Lin Tianzang said boldly: "Tonight, the two of them are absolutely ordinary people. They have the power of ghosts and gods. Even in this palace, they are walking on flat ground. Just let them go like this?"

"I think back then, Xueling Gege also had the power of ghosts and gods. So what? The Ai family was also living well." The Queen Mother said coldly: "That Taoist has an old relationship with you. You might as well tell me where he is.

sacred?"

"This person has a mysterious origin. Rumor has it that he is a Kunlun Taoist priest... who saved my life from the Lin family ten years ago."

"Oh." The Queen Mother said, "If that Taoist wants to harm the Ai family tonight, how will you deal with it?"

Lin Tianzha was shocked, flicked his sleeves, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "The Phoenix body of Lafayette is related to the country and the country. Even if you are my benefactor, I will not hesitate to protect you at the cost of my life."

Buddha Zhouquan. If I kill my benefactor, I will repay him with my life!"

"Lin Tianfang, good! What a strong temper!" The Queen Mother's voice became louder, and she laughed and walked away. It seemed that the haze of the night had disappeared...

The night wind is still cold and desolate.

It's already midnight.

Yan Chixia and I stood on the balcony of the palace, filled with emotions.

"The Queen Mother is right, this may really be a dream." I murmured in a daze.

"It seems that the complete copy of "Eternal Love" will never exist again." Yan Chixia said with some regret.

I silently took out the incomplete copy of "Eternal Love" in my arms, looked at it, and couldn't help but said with some doubts: "Has the Queen Mother read this book?"

"Probably not. Even her Emperor Sun has not read this book. This book writes about the fall of the Qing Dynasty in the next ten years. If she had read this book, wouldn't she be able to change it?

Our lives are in danger! How can we let us go!" Yan Chixia sneered.

"No wonder...the important ministers of the imperial court were willing to throw away their wealth and honor and hang themselves." I couldn't help but understand the reason and sighed.

"Who wrote this book?"

"Isn't this signed? You wrote it."

I opened my mouth wide and was stunned for a long time, but I couldn't say a word.

"That's not right!" I turned over the pages of the book with some reluctance. I had seen the first half and the second half, which had been torn out, but there were still a few pages left.

The few remaining pages of the scroll have made a big jump, and the story is written a hundred years later——

The first page of the fragment begins like this:

Ask yourself, who is the strongest person in the world?

All men want to be heroes, make great achievements, and become famous in the world. Who doesn’t want to be a big figure and be able to guide the country, even if there are thousands of people there...

Beyond this world, human beings do not know many stronger existences. But on earth, he knows that he is already the strongest person. In this world, he is already very lonely and sad.

If it weren't for the half-year-old child in his arms, he might not have the confidence and reason to live.

He was wearing a dark red cowhide windbreaker. He had a tall and slender figure. His long hair was casual and slightly decadent and wild, but his eyes were as bright as stars!

It's just that his expression was a little melancholy and tired, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.

He glanced at the dazzling sky and stepped into the "Sea of ​​Death" - China's largest desert, the Taklimakan Desert.

The sky is full of wild sand and the wind is howling!

He stepped on the floating sand, leaving only a faint footprint.

He only took one step, but went a hundred meters away, leaving a second faint footprint!

The time and space around him was changing strangely. Every time it changed, it tore the world apart and teleported to the next scene...

The boundless vastness and shocking desert scenery have always had an irresistible charm, making people around the world proud to travel through it. As long as you step on the sand dunes, you can experience the roughness and desolation of the desert, your desire for water and green, and see

One glance at the tragic and heroic Populus euphratica, and you may be able to understand the meaning of life and death from a grain of quicksand.

The winter in the desert seems to be very bad-tempered, with violent storms, quicksand illusions, sometimes huge hailstones falling, sometimes rolling up dragon-whirlwind sandstorms dozens of meters high!

Ordinary human beings, if they were walking here and now, would have already lost their way, exhausted, dried up, and died.

But he still walked on freely, traveling thousands of miles.

He was also holding a baby in his arms. The baby was placed in a transparent oxygen mask. Despite such a harsh environment, he was sleeping soundly with a pacifier in his mouth.

The time and space around him was still changing, and some vague green, mountains, rivers, woods gradually appeared...

He knew that he had passed through the Taklimakan Desert and reached the edge. He saw a peaceful oasis and slowed down his teleportation.

He passed through a grassland, three basins, and seven mountains, and stopped at the foot of a snow-capped mountain that pointed to the sky.

"Still...are you going to come back?" He looked up at the snow-capped mountains and murmured to himself. Under the blue sky, the light of snow all over the sky was extremely dazzling. On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the magical lakes and caves, everything had changed...

…

In the distant horizon, there is a large river meandering through the plateau land.

After crossing the river and the vast canyon, his vision broke through the winter clouds and saw the beautiful ancient city of Lijiang.

Small bridges, flowing water, and people’s houses.

This is not his hometown, nor even her real hometown.

But she lived in this ancient city for many years. It wasn't until her closest relatives died in Prince Mu's Mansion that she left sadly, returned to the snowy mountains, sealed herself in ice, and fell into a deep sleep...

The streets are old and clean with red tiles and wooden walls, and are filled with ancient buildings from the Fengbian Dynasty, ancient houses, ancient bridges, ancient streams, and ancient trees.

When he stepped on the colorful stone pavement of this ancient town, he felt the strong ancient atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.

In 2000, it was already rare for an ancient city to retain such a simple style.

Even on the narrow stone road, there are almost no motor vehicles, instead bicycles shuttle around in the alleys.

Under the bright sunshine, there were several slow-walking elderly Naxi people walking leisurely. They were dressed in indigo clothes full of history and wearing octagonal hats from the Red Army period, humming a song called "The Pure Land of Naxi"

The song sings about the pure land in my heart, turning a blind eye to the curious eyes in front of me and behind me, and dismissing them.

He walked through Sifang Street and stood on an ancient stone bridge, looking at a large waterwheel in trance. There was a large screen next to the car, and the music playing on it was the ethereal and tranquil "Dongba Ji Nikkei".

——He has only lived in this place for a year. If she were still there, this place would always be an ideal and beautiful place to live...

He sighed, his sad mood gradually relieved and relieved.

When he was a child, he dreamed of traveling around the world and living a life of being able to traverse the world with swords drawn by wind and frost. That kind of life was so exciting. A person's life is full of vegetation. If he is not fully happy, wouldn't he be like a corpse?

However, when he grew up, he became a nightmare for many people. What he exercised was justice, but what he carried out was massacre. He was an angel on his left hand and a devil on his right hand.

He has many names and identities. His current surname is Zhou, Zhou Linjun, an extremely ordinary name. But his true identity, except for a code name, is unknown to anyone in the world.

He has always performed tasks alone that are impossible for an army to complete. He is a legend.

Until he met her, until she died like this...

——The story described in this incomplete volume is a bit intermittent, and a lot of content is missing. However, after reading only three pages, it vaguely revealed a lot of earth-shattering secrets and information!

"In 2000... the ancient city of Lijiang, children, snow-capped mountains? Her? Him?!" I trembled my lips and kept reciting some frightening keywords, and suddenly there were some images in my mind, some extremely distant memories!

"He has many names and identities. His current surname is Zhou, Zhou Linjun, an extremely ordinary name. But his true identity, except for a code name, no one in the world knows..." - I repeated the weirdest one among them

This passage feels very strange and out of place with the entire book.

Finally, I understand!

"No! This book was not written by me! It was written in the name of another person grafted onto me! Three years ago...who could predict my name, or even predict that I would get this book?

Book!"
Chapter completed!