My body is soft, as if floating in the clouds.

It seemed that consciousness was also shaking with it and had no support.

Are you asleep now? Or are you going to die soon?

Perhaps life is a dream, and only after death will you wake up and return to your hometown where you gave birth to me and raised me.

Isn’t that great? Let this nightmare wake up. I’m tired after struggling to survive in this chaotic world for so many years.

"Lu Yao! Where did you go to the wild again? Why didn't you come back early!" This was the mother's voice.

I waved my hand to say goodbye to my playmates and ran into the house excitedly.

Mothers are always kind to their children. After a few lessons of half-angry and half-resentment, they will take out some snacks and first give the hungry child a belly.

My father came home very late every day. He was too upright and was not very proud of his career. But at home, even his serious words seemed so kind.

It's all so beautiful, but suddenly it's lost.

Enduring the heart-wrenching pain, listening to the words of some people you know or don’t know. Well, what you said is right... It is true. Since ancient times, it has been common sense that the country has been destroyed and the family has been destroyed. My father and mother have only sought kindness and had nothing to complain about.

Why is this child so dull? Maybe he was sad and stupid? The visiting people shook their heads, but Lu Yao ignored them.

Until one day, I heard Si Shuchunhe's voice saying: Come, come with me.

Later, I arrived in Luoyang.

The size of Luoyang City is beyond Lu Yao's imagination, and its prosperity and prosperity are unparalleled in the world. Neither Jianye nor Wuchang, they are far inferior. However, the dignitaries in Luoyang never looked at the fallen remnants of the Eastern Wu country. Even the fourth and fifth uncles, the talented and famous Lu Shiheng and Lu Shilong, had to rely on others and suffered repeated humiliation.

The situation in the court is always so complicated. Uncle Fourth is still free and confident, while Uncle Fifth is still gentle and elegant, but when they frowned, it seems that more and more people are appearing to be furious.

Fortunately, there are still so many uncles and brothers here, as well as those teenagers who have made friends in Luoyang. Only those flying eagles and lackeys can feel a little indulgent.

Then there will be troubled times.

Soldiers of all kinds of dressed up come and go, and they would burn, kill and loot in Luoyang every time. The city was getting worse and worse, and the tombs outside the city were increasing.

King Runan, King Chu, King Zhao, King Qi... One prince after another ruled, and was then expelled or executed.

At some point, the fourth uncle became the general who led the troops again, but he seemed unwilling to do so. The ancients said that if he was a general in three generations, he would be defeated. From Duke Lu Boyan, Duke Lu Youjie to Duke Grandpa, it has been three generations. Perhaps this is true. Soon after, news came that the 200,000 army commanded by the fourth uncle was completely destroyed. He and the fifth uncle were slandered and framed, and were both beheaded.

Legend has it that the fourth uncle sighed before his execution, "How can I hear the cry of a crane in Huating?" He is indeed a handsome and elegant figure, even now.

The death of the fourth and fifth uncles was a heavy blow to the Lu clan, and it was an unbearable blow to Lu Yao.

In the following years, many things were no longer clearly remembered.

Wandering, joining the army, and then fighting non-stop.

Kill people, keep killing people just to survive.

Too tired, too tired... When will this struggle end? The huge feeling of fatigue submerged Lu Yao like a rising tide.

He fell asleep in a drowsy manner, thinking in a drowsy manner, not knowing whether it was a dream or awakening.

Suddenly, a gate was suddenly opened somewhere, and countless bizarre scenes, strange and abrupt memories poured into his mind like a river, causing him to feel a splitting headache. The severe pain was beyond the extreme that Lu Yao could imagine, and far exceeded the extreme that the human body could bear. It seemed that countless sharp blades were flying in the brain, cutting, tearing and stirring the brain, bones, and flesh again and again, and finally re-adhesively the broken content.

Is this going to die? Is death not sleep, but eternal pain? Lu Yao thought in a trance. But even this simple thinking was immediately shattered and chopped, causing him to fall into the deepest chaos.

Under the unbearable pain, Lu Yao wanted to roar and struggle, but his limbs were not in control at all. He could not make any sound, nor could he move even a little finger, and could only let the torrent of pain drown him.

He fainted again, his body gradually cooled down, and his heartbeat became slower and slower.

At some point, Lu Yao found himself in a special place. There was neither light nor shadow, and he only felt deep and endless. His vision was full of strange chaos, which seemed black but not black, white but not white, and could not be expressed in words. As far as he could see, he was the only one walking alone.

Strangely, such an environment is not scary. At least Lu Yao is sure that he doesn't feel nervous.

"Is anyone? Is anyone?" Lu Yao called out loudly, but no one answered.

Lu Yao raised his voice a little and shouted again: "Hello?" The voice spread ethereal in the open and deep environment, looking a little dry.

He waited silently for a moment, but no one answered.

Lu Yao stopped, thought for a while, and made sure that he didn't know how to say hello in Japanese. Well, there seemed to be no need to use northern Jiangsu dialects and Cantonese at this time.

He pressed the joints of the five fingers of his left hand in turn with his right hand. The bones of the joints flicked gently, making a collision sound of a plaid. The sound was originally very subtle, but it was clearly heard in this too quiet environment.

Lu Yao walked around casually, but he didn't know the things anyway, so he didn't care about his goals and directions. Even if he walked farther, he was still deep around him. Sometimes when he sat down and rested, he felt that the ground was a bit strange, as if only the part under his feet was the entity. The distance was a little farther, and it turned into chaos.

I don’t know how long it took or how far I went.

There is an image in it; there is something in it.

The darkness is deep, there is essence in it; the essence is very true, there is faith in it.

Lu Yao suddenly understood in his heart: "So that's it."

"...Twenty years have passed, and you finally woke up..." A voice rumbled in the depths of the endless space: "Yes, Lu Yao is you, you are Lu Yao."

Lu Yao, an officer who struggled hard in the chaotic world a thousand seven hundred years ago, was Lu Yao, a small clerk who was depressed and unsuccessful after 1,700 years ago.

"Yes, I'm awake." Lu Yao paused and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I've been wasting more than 20 years..."

The voice smiled lowly: "Since you have been flowing against the river of time for more than a thousand years, what is the only 20 years?"

That’s right, what’s the point of just twenty years? Besides, even though my memory has not yet awakened over the years, I have done a good job. Lu Yao thought to himself and then cheered up.

"Start, hurry up and get back to your state. A new life is about to begin!"

He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to guide endless power to come. No one taught this move, but Lu Yao seemed to naturally understand the mystery.

The power comes from the depth and boundlessness. Lu Yao knew that this is the so-called "Xuanming". Xuanming's power merged into his seriously injured body in a wisp, which had an incredible effect.

Where this force passes, Lu Yao can immediately feel the broken organs restoring function, and the broken blood vessels are reconnected. The huge force surges and impacts in the body like a tide, and the meridians densely spread throughout the body expand. The vitality contained in the body echoes the bottomless Xuanming and is released to the maximum extent. Lu Yao almost realized the process of countless cell tissues splitting and reproduction. At the core of the cell, the gene chains are replicated, deconstructed, reorganized, and changed again and again, and the profound secrets during the period far exceed his knowledge.

The mist is combined and transformed, and its nature is self-sufficient.

The mysterious power soon faded away. Compared with the infinite power that the speaker has in the void, the part that Lu Yao can extract and use cannot even be described as a drop in the ocean. This power can only rejuvenate the body, which was originally exhausted and dry, but for Lu Yao, it is enough.

"It's time for me to set off!" Lu Yao stood up and said.

"Go! What will you do? I'm looking forward to it..." The voice responded with a smile, gradually becoming inaudible.

Lu Yao felt himself floating up and his consciousness fell into a blur.

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Some people repeatedly criticized the "Xuanming" that appeared in this chapter, believing that it was the wind of the sky. The crabs could no longer bear it. Here we solemnly explain: The word Xuanming came from Zhuangzi. Guo Xiang of the Western Jin Dynasty wrote the "Zhuangzi Notes", proposing that "this involves the realm of objects. Although there are no other things, there is no one who can only transform into the realm of Xuanming." In other words, Xuanming is an unexistent spiritual concept, but all things are transformed and born from it. This is used here to closely follow the historical background of the Western Jin Dynasty.
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