Vicissitudes of life, changes of years, alternation of sun and moon, eternal rotation.

Time is the most ruthless, rumbling and turning according to the inherent law.

No matter how arrogant you are or how powerful you are, you will eventually be submerged in the rolling history with the passage of time.

Stars shift, mountains and rivers turn into the sea, the sea moves horizontally, and years alternate.

Even if the vast ocean can be turned into land, the sun, moon and stars will also move and transpose. Driven by time, everything will disappear.

……

This is a mountain, a plain mountain.

Green mountains and green waters, lush vegetation, three-day ancient pines rise from the ground, and the air is filled with the fragrance of vegetation, which makes people feel refreshed when breathing.

"Gowardesh, there is spirit grass."

I saw two young men and women drilling out of the bush. The girl pointed to a green grass with an excited look on her face.

"Is it really spirit grass?" The boy also exclaimed, and they hurried forward to check.

The young men and women wore simple clothes and were obviously villagers at the foot of the mountain. At the moment, they found that the spirit grass was cheering and jumping, and they were picking it carefully.

WOW!

Suddenly, an arm suddenly drilled out of the soil, which immediately frightened the two young men and women, and a scream came from their mouth.

"Ah, gowardesh, there are people in the soil!" The girl was afraid to scream.

"What are you? I'm not afraid of you."

The boy was pale and held a knife in his hand. Although he said he was not afraid, his trembling legs had betrayed his heart.

WOW!

The soil on the ground was soft, and the other arm also stretched out. With the two arms slowly supporting the ground, a man covered with soil was drilling out.

"You... Are you a man or a ghost?" The young man was frightened.

"Where... Am I?"

A voice like the friction between gold and iron was coming out. His eyes were deep and confused. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time. At the moment, even his pronunciation seemed very stiff.

"Gowardesh, he has a shadow. He is a living man." The girl was smart and pointed to the man's shadow.

Perhaps it was the voices of the young men and women that made the man gradually wake up. His lost eyes were gradually returning to Qingming, and his eyes also fell on the young men and women.

"Dream, or true?"

"He" looked at the young men and women in front of him. His voice was hoarse and confused. There was a sound of nonsense in his mouth, as if he were judging something.

"Great dreams will last forever, and all laws will be expressed!"

Suddenly, "he" was shocked, all the soil on his body fell, his snow-white hair was like the Milky way of the nine days, his black clothes were blowing in the wind, and his lost eyes were turning in terror.

Boom!

With the changing situation and the distortion of heaven and earth, the whole mountain has a terrible aura whirlwind, which makes the two young men and women unstable and fall to the ground.

"I... I'm out?"

"I'm really out of my dream forever?"

Abrupt!

His eyes gradually cleared, and the halo of reincarnation flashed in his eyes. The feeling of eternal vicissitudes was breeding, and an unspeakable breath was breeding in him.

Ye Xuan!

It was Ye Xuan who fell into chaos and performed his great dream forever.

Dream forever, reincarnation forever!

Ye Xuan didn't know how long it had been. He was reincarnated again and again and roamed in the great dream forever, almost sleeping forever.

However, ye Xuan woke up after all. He woke up from his great dream.

What he saw and heard in front of him made Ye Xuan clearly feel that he had separated from his dream forever and really woke up from his dream.

A dream forever, forever vicissitudes!

The dream was so long that ye Xuan almost forgot who he was.

But everything passed, and he finally remembered who he was and returned to the real world.

"What year is it tonight?"

Ye Xuan looked deeply at the young men and women and asked the doubts in his heart.

Because he felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that he had forgotten the concept of time and how many years had passed.

Eternal reincarnation, eternal dream, ye Xuan's heart is vicissitudes and loneliness, because no one knows what he has experienced.

"Now it's a calendar. We don't know what year and month." Looking at the strange man in front of him, the boy replied carefully.

"Seal calendar?"

Ye Xuan talked nonsense, and a look of doubt crossed from the bottom of his eyes, because he had never heard of such a calendar.

However, ye Xuan could see that the young men and women in front of him were just children and didn't know what year and month they were.

"Can you show me your parents?" Ye xuandao.

"Ah?"

The two young men and women looked at each other, and then nodded simply.

……

Small mountain village.

This is the name of the village. Some ordinary people live there. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. They have been farming for a living for generations.

"Come on, little brother, drink a bowl of hot soup and get cold."

In a corner of the village, in an earthen house.

A strong middle-aged man brought Ye Xuan a bowl of hot soup with a simple smile on his face.

"Thank you."

Ye Xuan took the hot soup and took a sip. He hadn't eaten anything on earth for a long time. The entrance of the soup also made him slightly intoxicated.

"Little brother, where are you from? How did you come to our small mountain village?" Middle aged men are wonderful.

Ye Xuan didn't know how to answer this question, which made him shake his head slightly.

Looking at Ye Xuan, he was silent, and the middle-aged man didn't continue to ask. He guessed that ye Xuan should have difficulties to hide.

"Excuse me, what year is it tonight?"

Ye Xuan put down the hot soup and asked his doubts again, because after he woke up from his dream, he found that the world he was in was full of aura, which was much stronger than before he crossed the robbery. Obviously, time should have passed for a long time.

"Now it's a calendar." The middle-aged man looks strange. I don't know why Ye Xuan asked such a well-known question.

Hearing the words "Feng Tian Li" again, ye Xuan frowned slightly. It was the second time he had heard these three words.

"What I want to ask is the specific date. Please give me your advice." Ye Xuan looked at the middle-aged man again.

"Little brother, wait a minute."

The middle-aged man hurried back to the inner room, but returned after a few interest rates, with a calendar recording the year in his hand.

As the middle-aged man flipped the calendar in his hand, he raised his eyes and said to Ye Xuan, "now it's the eleventh yuan meeting, and the calendar was 483 million years."

"The eleventh dollar?"

"483 million years?"

The next moment, ye Xuan was stunned on the spot. His expression was already stagnant, and some couldn't believe his ears.

If he remembers correctly, he had less than 300 million years to go before the end of the tenth dollar.

But when he woke up again, it was the eleventh yuan meeting, and 483 million years had passed.