Chinese-Western historical records:

In the seventh year of the Xinli calendar, Zhongwei soldier Yang Wenyue led her team to strangle more than 10,000 strange beasts in Zhaoqi Mountain with the power of thirty people. Finally, he defended Zhaoqi Mountain to death and died with the ferocious beasts, allowing the six thousand survivors to escape.

Since then, no ferocious beasts have appeared in Zhaoqi Mountain.

What's strange is that because of Yang Fengyue's disappearance, the ferocious beast also disappeared.

In the seventh year after the outbreak of the end of the world, Zhongwei ushered in peace and began to regain vitality.

After the survivors learned about the story of Yang Fengyue and her team, they spontaneously held a farewell ceremony for them.

Some people went to Zhaoqi Mountain and set up a tomb for them, but only engraved their age on the tombstone, and the rest were blank.

Yang Fengyue, twenty-seven years old,

Yu Huishu, twenty-eight years old.

Jiang Huiyong, twenty-nine years old.

Chen Jiaer, twenty-six years old.

Han Tiankun, twenty-nine years old.

Qu Fengtong, thirty-two years old.

The hero of the country rests here.

Xie Rongchuanli.

After doing all this, Xie Rongchuan pressed himself to the tomb.

"Meng Chuyang, open your eyes and see, this is because of your greed, the soldiers of Zhaoqi Mountain died in vain."

Meng Chuyang didn't dare to look up, he was afraid.

He didn't expect his plan to be revealed.

He thought Xie Rongchuan died in that siege, but he was lucky. Not only did he survive, he also practiced martial arts.

Meng Chuyang gritted his teeth. Xie Rongchuan just now felt really painful: "Xie Rongchuan, I am unlucky when I was caught by you. Killing Yang Fengyue is something I have wanted to do for a long time. Every time I show my elders' score in front of me, she is a ball."

Xie Rongchuan sneered: "It's so funny. As far as I know, this elder was asked by you. I didn't know you, and I didn't want to pay attention to you. You moved out of the Xie family and said that your father married Xie Baigu, which made Yang Wenyue mistakenly think that you are the Xie family."

"So what, so what? My father taught me that I can do anything to achieve my goal." Meng Chuyang said disdainfully.

Xie Rongchuan stared at Meng Chuyang contemptuously: "You have this kind of virtue. How good can Meng Yunchong's nature be?"

Meng Chuyang did not allow others to say this to his father: "Xie Rongchuan, who said this to his father?"

Xie Rongchuan put the knife on Meng Chuyang's neck and finally said, "That man is not worthy of being a father at all. I have handed all his crimes over to the Zhongwei Supreme Management Office, and I believe there will be a result soon."

Meng Chuyang was already incoherent: "You...how dare you tell your father?"

Xie Rongchuan didn't want to answer Meng Chuyang any longer. He felt ashamed that he was actually bleeding from such a person.

Turning around, the knife in his right hand slashed hard across Meng Chuyang's neck.

Meng Chuyang's body fell in front of Yang Fengyue's tomb, and a sentence came from the air:

Rest in peace, my aunt.

I hope you can meet with Master Jiu in another way.

...

Yang Fengyue's words stopped when she spoke of the explosion.

Jiuxiao was shocked after hearing this.

He thought his granddaughter had been guided and woke up overnight, but in her story, she clearly talked about her life.

The timeline, what happened, the process, the causes and results are very clear and organized.

"We have suffered a lot from Qianyue." Jiuxiao looked at the graceful girl in front of him lovingly.

"That's nothing. The most painful thing is that I couldn't find out your whereabouts after I went back. They said you died in Xingyun Temple, but I didn't find you and left Sikunshan again. It was because of the unfilial piety of the monkey...I..."

Yang Fengyue turned her head and whimpered, and she couldn't cry. She said it again again in her previous life, but it still broke her heart.

"Okay, don't cry. For the master, those things have never happened. The master is good now, and we will give the moon well and live."

Just like when he was a child, Jiuxiao only hoped that his words would help his granddaughter get rid of the sadness just now.

Yang Fengyue calmed down for a moment: "Well, so we have to build a project in Sikunshan."

"What should I do specifically?" Jiuxiao has already started to make plans.

"I have already drawn the planning map at school, and we will start doing it after going down the mountain." Yang Wenyue did not carry the drawings.

Jiuxiao asked again: "How long is it before the shocking change?"

Yang Fengyue returned: "Actually, no one calculated the time to start. I think it was winter moon that had already appeared, that is, it was almost the Chinese New Year."

Later, the beginning of spring did not come, but it started to snow heavily for a whole month.

People think it is just extreme weather, and spring will come after winter goes.

It's indeed here.

The ice and snow melt and the river rises.

Wars are in chaos.

Later, after the snow stopped, she ended the exchange early and returned to school. Until the Qingming Festival passed, the breath that spring should have still not appeared.

Not to mention that flowers bloom, trees have never even sprouted.

Jiuxiao calculated the time in his mind: "If you say this, there will be less than seven months left. Is there enough time for so many projects?"

Yang Venyue said his plan: "It's not enough, so I plan to buy a lot of things first, and then ask several engineering teams to do it together. As for academic issues, I plan to go back to school and take a long leave or take a leave of absence. If this does not happen, I will continue to complete my studies."

Jiuxiao heard that she had made arrangements, so he no longer worried: "With our current savings, it may not be enough."

Yang Wenyue had already thought of this and calculated carefully: "I plan to release all the medicinal materials that can be harvested this summer, and then leave some seeds for each one, so you can use them in the future."

All these medicinal materials have been cleared, and their previous savings have just enough money to pay Fan Jinggang's project.

She knew that these projects were costly.

Yang Fengyue coughed a few times and said, "Master, don't worry. Jiaer sold all the valuable things to her father and got a lot of money."

This money is considered Chen Jiaer's investment, and she will find a way to repay the money in the future.

Chen Jiaer, who was beside him, smiled even sweeter when he heard this: "That's right, don't worry about Qianyue and grandpa. I brought the money here, so I can do it."

Jiuxiao looked at the girl in surprise, "Your family will have great questions, and we will have more problems at that time."

Chen Jiaer told her family about the situation so that Jiuxiao didn't have to worry.

All of this money is your own.

It has nothing to do with them.

After hearing this, Jiuxiao thought that if it were him, he would definitely let the scum "cry with joy."

The old man frowned and said, "Gar, you should add some more materials to them, such as scumbags turn against each other, plot against each other and expose each other's shortcomings, so that they will live a life worse than death now."

Chen Jiaer shook his head: "Grandpa, they will receive retribution after the end of the world."

Neither Su Baoxia nor Chen Jinming gained superpowers, so keeping them alive until the end of the world is the greatest punishment for them.

Jiuxiao sighed: "You are so kind."

"Maybe, I was very happy to think that they would have nothing in a few months and would lose their ability to survive." Chen Jiaer always had a smile on her lips.

No need to dirty her hands.
Chapter completed!