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The past is invisible, but the future can be expected.

Ji Mo stayed here for a while, and then walked forward quickly. All the places in the city were once in his planning drawings. Now, many places have been different from the drawings, but the framework is still there. It looks like It is seventy percent familiar, and if the wanderer returns home, he will be nostalgic for it.

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

Time flies, and no one stays there. In the blink of an eye, it is already a hundred years later. Ji Mo stands beside the stone tablet, watching the city in a hurry. It is a siege battle.

Outside, you can already see dark soldiers approaching, and all kinds of siege equipment seem familiar. The people in the city are in a hurry, and some people are hugging them and crying endlessly, complaining that God has made him so unlucky. If it had been a day earlier After leaving, it was more than being blocked in the city by the army.

There are also people who curse those foolish kings who have attained the Tao, it's like God doesn't have eyes.

It sounded like there was a story in it, so Ji Mo followed the sound and listened to a few more words. The background was probably clear. The century-old dynasty change is not in his eyes. The current court is still the same as it was in the last 50 years. In power, he abused his courtiers, causing military disasters.

The cities outside the border towns have all been lost, but the civil strife is still refusing to stop. That foolish gentleman has a problem with his brain, and he even assigned a certain important prince to be nearby, and gave the other party military power. As a result, such a good time for chaos , how could the prince not send troops?

Once the soldiers are sent out, they will be miserable here.

"It's all because of the general's refusal to surrender. If he surrenders, the prince won't be able to kill them all. We will have a way to survive when we rise up to the common people."

The one who said "Shengdou Xiaomin" is clearly dressed in silk and satin. I am afraid that his family has a big business and they are all in this city, so it is difficult to give up. Therefore, he does not want any siege of the city to cause military disasters.

"What are these words, stop talking."

At such a time, he still dared to speak nonsense, did he feel that the general's sword was not sharp enough?

Only when someone persuaded him like this, a line of blood flew into the sky, people's heads rolled to the ground, and the long knife was slanted down by the man on the horseback, the blade almost touched the ground.

"At the moment of the great battle, those who deceive the crowd with evil words, beheaded!"

The word "cut" is accompanied by thick blood. The man on the horseback is very bright in silver armor, but he is not young and heroic. He has a face with big stubble. He looks a bit old, but he does not lose his bearing. .

The people around, those who retreated, those who kowtowed, shyly dared not say much.

The people on the horse didn't stay for long, they rode forward, and soon reached the front, the sound of the city gate opening sounded, obviously, it was time to go out of the city to fight.

The army behind him was all cavalry, and they rode out together, and the people on the street retreated one after another. Now there are fewer roadside stalls and moving commercial vehicles, and the wide streets are just suitable for horse racing. Unobstructed emptiness.

When this group of people left the city, the city gate was quickly closed again. Ji Mo looked out from the city wall and watched the two armies fighting. If the flesh and blood grind the disc, it really wants to dye the world red, how heroic...

Fortunately, in the final result of this battle, General Yinjia won, and then fell into a stalemate. Ji Mo's mind was floating. If he lost, would the city be destroyed?

[Please select the time, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years...]

"—200 years."

After Ji Mo made his choice, he saw that the city in front of him was still the same, it was fine, the city was fine.

those people……

The later stage of the exam, the greater the time difference. It is very difficult to see such a long-lived person who is often hundreds of years old. Therefore, there are new faces in the city, which is not unusual at all. Child, this time I met an old man, but Ji Mo couldn't recognize him.

There is such a big difference in appearance between children and old people that it is really not easy to recognize them with good eyesight.

Ji Mo didn't bother to find any acquaintances. He still looked at the traces from the buildings and history from the traces. The traces of swords and fires were left on the brick walls, which shows how tragic the wars in the previous history were. I don't know what year it is, what dynasty it is, but there was a story about the past, let Ji Mo hear the whole story of that war.

Thinking about it, Ji Mo found a teahouse and sat down. The storyteller was taking a sip of tea during the intermission. He watched the boy collect the money and come back to him. Then he put down the teacup and started talking about those things Weird stories, telling the history of this city, telling those glorious allusions belonging to this world.

"...there are three wonders in this city. The first wonder is winded from east to west, north and south, and buildings of various styles are mixed in the city. They are miscellaneous but not chaotic, and each has its own beauty. The city was built by a general..."

Hearing what the storyteller said, Ji Mo shook his head slightly. The stone tablet is still there, but the names of the craftsmen engraved on it are not worthy of being remembered by them. Instead, the general who took the title became the person who built the city. However, there is nothing to say Yes, who let others take a name, the leader!

There is nothing new in the storyteller's words. When it comes to this city, at most he will talk about famous people in history who fought for this city. Surprised and sighed, it shows the excitement.

Ji Mo listened to a few passages, and found it boring, so he left the teahouse and wandered around the city. His range of activities was rarely so large. He was confined to a room, and he couldn't go anywhere. He felt bored. But with such a large range of activities, he didn't know where to go, and he was a bit at a loss.

From this street to that street, from the east of the city to the west of the city, from the dawn to the night, watching the lights of every house gradually go out, Ji Mo walked to the empty tall building, looked up at the sky and the moon, forever Yoyo, where do you go?

[Please select the time, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years...]

"500."

The city walls are strong, and you can probably think about how people should protect such ancient buildings after thousands of years.

Ji Mo thought like this, and then he saw a piece of red, not blood, but joy, someone is getting married, and the city is full of red.

The red ribbons adorned on the trees are slim and slim, and the red flower balls are hanging on the sides of the buildings along the street, winding and winding. I don’t know how much red cloth was used to create such an effect.

"It's so brilliant!"

"It should be like this, otherwise, how can we see how powerful Wu Bancheng is?"

There were passers-by whispering at the side, and Ji Mo was also listening. He heard that Wu Bancheng was amazing. His surname was Wu, but no one called him by name. On the contrary, this nickname was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Without him, the real Bancheng, this Half of the shops and mansions in the city are under his name. It can be said that he is a well-deserved local snake, and officials from the court all look at his face.

How famous is he? This time the marriage of his son and daughter turned out to be guaranteed by the prince. He asked the emperor for an oral order to confer marriage. No one in Wu Bancheng's family is an official, so he is not qualified to obtain the imperial edict. Just such an oral order is enough Honored.

The one who became his in-law was not a lowly merchant, but the orphaned daughter of the general. Although the general had died in battle and was loyal to the emperor, his daughter was still there, raised as a princess, and married now. There is also a serious princess position, not everyone can easily cling to it.

Wu Bancheng, who was only a son of a businessman, was able to marry such a princess. This is no longer smoke from the ancestral grave, it is simply a miracle.

As a result, there were many discussions, talking about how lucky Wu Bancheng's son was, to be able to befriend the prince during his private visit in Weifu, and to be a savior when the other party was assassinated. The Miraculous Life of the Protagonist.

Up to now, it can be regarded as the end of a legend.

He was highly regarded by the prince and married the princess as his wife. Whether he was an official or a businessman, Wu Bancheng's son was no longer comparable to ordinary businessmen.

This good luck is enough to make people enviable.

When the wedding candy was sprinkled, I don't know how many people rushed to get a piece, even the adults wanted to enjoy this good luck.

A wedding, full of hustle and bustle, lively!

Ji Mo watched the excitement, and "squeezed" through the crowd, and went to the new house to see the appearance of the couple. Both the man and the woman are middle-aged, not perfect, but just in time Happy events also have a different kind of radiance, which can be described as a natural match.

Under the dragon and phoenix candles, a couple of newlyweds drank arm in arm, their eyes met, and there was a continuous friendship conveyed.

As if filled with such joy, Ji Mo silently wished them a happy union for a hundred years. After leaving this room, looking from a distance, the city was full of lights, like a city that never sleeps.

Wu Bancheng said earlier that there will be a three-day and three-night flowing water table, and the dishes will be served on the table like flowing water. People come and go, and the stream is endless. Under the lights, people and shadows overlap. I don’t know how many people are celebrating this prosperous marriage .

It's such a joy, and it's good.

[Please select the time, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years...]

"1000."

Ji Mo stood on the city wall, standing next to the soldiers guarding the city wall, as if he was also looking into the distance, and he was more leisurely than them. Looking at the rising dust, he would wonder where it came from Yuan Ke, looking at that horse, it must be strong.

Walking down the city wall, strolling in the city, and went to Wu's house where the wedding banquet was held last time, the house has not changed much, but the plaque has been changed, and it has become Li's house.

Frolicking and joy in the house, just like the Wu family back then, but I don't know where the Wu family has gone.

The storyteller in the teahouse has also changed. He likes to tell stories about ghost foxes. When it comes to houses haunted by ghosts, where ghosts love scholars the most, he speaks vividly, but not too scary. The poignant beauty makes people cry, and even the tea needs to be drunk a few more cups.

Hearing the exciting part, Ji Mo followed suit, but it was a pity that he couldn't give a few rewards, so he heard this good story for nothing.

The gentle and handsome storyteller stepped back and shared the account with the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper smiled and praised: "Mr. Wu is still the best, there is no other such wonderful story!"

"Where, where." Mr. Wu said politely, took the money and left, walking away at a steady pace.