You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Changqing pushed open the door and walked into the room. His father was helping his mother divide the cake. When he saw Changqing come in, he handed a piece of cut cake to Changqing and told him to eat quickly.

The cake is very sweet, and the sweetness penetrates into the heart and mends the regrets in the heart.

He was touched when he saw his parents busy and loving together. He hadn't seen this scene for a long time and sometimes he didn't even dare to think about it.

Tears rose in his eyes, the two figures became blurred, and tears dripped onto the cake, but Changqing was unaware of it. Changqing knew that this was a dream, but this dream was too real and he couldn't bear to leave.

"Ah!" The mother was the first to notice that Changqing was acting strangely and ran over to ask.

Changqing shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Changqing ate the cake in big mouthfuls and finished it in a few bites. Just as he was about to say something, his parents suddenly hugged him. His mother said, "Go, Qing'er. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you must persevere. Remember, we are always here."

The father also said: "You have to live well. Only those who persevere to the end are qualified to talk about the future."

After a long while, Chang Qing let go of his parents. He wiped away his tears, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and said, "Mom and Dad, I will live well and will not let you down."

Changqing couldn't stop crying as he listened to his parents' words. He knew that this dream was about to end.

Changqing bowed deeply and left.

He walked to the door and looked back at his parents. They were still standing there, smiling and waving at him.

Changqing gritted his teeth, turned and walked out of the room.

It was as if all the worries and troubles disappeared.

The shackles on his body disappeared, and Changqing felt much more relaxed. He would no longer indulge in this beautiful dream. Just like he said, now he is called Ji Changqing. He wants to pursue his own future and create his own life.

Another self outside the door smiled slightly. Changqing's perspective suddenly flashed and changed to Ji Changqing again. Zhang Changqing stood in front of the door and said, "The past and I will stay here. You need to make your own way in the future. Goodbye."

The door closed again, and the whole world began to become unreal.

Ji Changqing let out a long sigh and said, "Time is running out, we must hurry up."

Changqing walked towards somewhere unknown, wanting to ask who he was.

That Zhang Changqing had died in the hospital bed, and only Ji Changqing was left here.

Chang Qing was walking on a dilapidated road, the road surface under his feet was full of cracks, the road was very long, leading to an unknown place, looking in all directions, this road was not just one, but twenty-four!!

Evergreen sighs

"It seems to be a strenuous job. It will take more time."

Changqing rolled up his sleeves and started to get busy.

Outside, the transparent coffin where Changqing slept became a little brighter, and Jiaocang raised his head.

After careful observation, it was discovered that Changqing's originally dead body had formed a very thin strand of spiritual power, which was slowly repairing Changqing's meridians along a special trajectory. However, the repair speed was extremely slow, and it seemed that it would be impossible to complete without decades. However, compared to letting the coffin repair the injured body by itself, it was much faster, which made Jiaocang roar with joy twice.

It took Jiao Cang a long time to calm down, waiting for the miracle of time.

As time went by, cold and heat came and went, autumn brought harvest and winter brought storage, the stars moved and the light in the small hole at the entrance of the cave flickered, and as time passed, neither the man nor the monster in the cave noticed.

During this long period of time, Xingyang Kingdom finally ushered in its golden age, a true heyday.

Whether it is the strong military power, the abundant fiscal revenue, the stability and prosperity of people's livelihood, or the hard work of officials, all indicate that this country is standing at a new historical peak.

In every corner of the country, whether it is the bustling streets of the city or the fields of the countryside, people can feel this prosperous atmosphere.

The soldiers are training in the barracks, their faces filled with pride and glory, for their strength guards the peace of the country.

Financial officials are busy calculating taxes and expenditures, their faces full of seriousness and concentration, because their work maintains the country's economic lifeline.

Ordinary people are working in the fields or trading in the market, their faces filled with satisfaction and happiness, and their lives are blooming the most beautiful flowers in this prosperous age.

In the largest palace in the imperial palace, on the high throne, a dignified and mature woman was holding her chin with her hand, in a daze. The palace maids were used to it and thought it was her majesty's habit.

Time goes by again, and another forty years have passed quietly. Perhaps to the universe, this is just a tiny moment, but to the human world, some people grow old, some disappear, some are just born, and some have not really seen the wonders of this world before they quickly grow old. The human world is like a rippling ink painting, constantly rippling with everyone's story.

The wheel of history rolls.

There were also changes of dynasties, wars and the breaking of peace.

People were displaced, their families were broken up, and they were enduring the suffering of war.

At that time, they might have looked up at the starry sky at night, missing their loved ones far away and looking forward to the arrival of peace.

Forty years have passed, and the world has undergone tremendous changes. Some ancient buildings and cultures have gradually disappeared, replaced by the new era.

However, the monuments and documents carrying history and memories still quietly tell stories of the past. People inherit the ancient crafts and wisdom and strive to adapt to the new social environment.

Time flies by, as if it was just a snap of the fingers. Those past years seem to be right in front of us, but we can't touch them. However, even after going through so much, they still have a vision and hope for the future.

And in that year, a group of wild beasts suddenly appeared in Beiquan, located to the north of Xingyang. The beasts had red eyes, and their bodies were full of brutality and hunger. They would attack and devour flesh and blood without hesitation. At first, people thought that the beasts had eaten unclean insects and got sick, but as these crazy beasts became more and more, and some of them began to attack human towns, people began to pay attention.

People began to hunt them. At first, these creatures were as easy to kill as ordinary wild beasts. As time went on, there were more and more of them. Some of them even formed thick leather armor. Ordinary weapons such as bows and arrows were useless, and many hunters were killed. In the end, it took people at the Martial Sect level to take action to kill them.

But as time went on, these crazy beasts became more and more numerous and stronger, until Wuzong died, when people finally realized that this could be a major disaster.

More and more mad beasts began to attack civilians. Beiquanguo had no choice but to evacuate civilians. Beiquanguo applied for asylum to various countries. After discussion, various countries felt that it should be taken seriously, so they sent a team composed of martial arts masters from different countries to investigate the source of the beasts' madness.

The ice and snow melted, and spring came. The team had been gone for more than a month, and only one person from the team returned. When he came back, he was dying. He only uttered the word "barren mountain" before he died.

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The coffin in the cave where Changqing was located was almost no longer transparent, as if it was about to return to the appearance of bluestone. The light of the formation under the coffin also began to become intermittent. Outside the formation there was a dusty figure, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

It has been more than sixty years since Changqing fell into a deep sleep.