Chapter 608: The ashes of history are warm

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read2();　　The charm of exploring history is that later generations can use their senses to imagine ancient things, making it more suitable for their longings.
　　 So when Li Chunfeng slowly pushed open the door of Jianjiaju, Sima Annan, who was still a teenager, couldn't help sighing in a low voice:
　　 "Jianjia is blue, white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren, on the water side, the person who once lived here, must be a beautiful and incomprehensible fairy."
　　 Sima Annan came down with admiring words, the door was completely opened by Li Chunfeng, and then the scene of the entire building was completely presented to everyone.
Daxia women’s boudoir, even if it is a female nun, will also have a large number of small objects, such as rouge gouache, etc., which are filled with the boudoir, but in the terrace in front of everyone, there are very few objects, just a bed, a futon , And a stone table and chair also made of white jade, but the arrangement is very particular, faintly fitting the rhyme of Taoism, and there is a majestic feeling.
　　 It's not working!
　　 Li Chunfeng respectfully sideways in front of the door, Zhao Yu gently lifted his foot forward, stepped into this cymbal house, and looked around.
This cymbal house has only one storey, but it is extremely huge, making the entire space especially bright. Perhaps in the ancient times, there were many valuable treasures in this house, but at this time, except for the white jade material. Except for the bed and other objects, the rest have been completely eliminated in these countless years.
　　 A group of people stepped into the platform of a certain female disciple belonging to the ancient Yuan Shizong one after another. The world is so wonderful. After countless years, the girl's most intimate boudoir has ushered in the young emperor of the later dynasty.
　　 "The world is ruthless, so many things have disappeared, so there is not much we can see."
Sima Annan, who was in white clothes and shook his folding fan, did not reach out to touch anything in the room, because everyone present knew that after countless years, these things in the room that had lost the vitality of the world, once touched Touch, if it is contaminated with yang, it will be wiped out immediately.
　　 His voice fell, and Li Chunfeng, who was behind Zhao Yu, responded:
　　 "This building has been eroded by time, and it is difficult to determine what race and identity this owner is!"
　　 After Li Chunfeng finished speaking, Zhao Yu, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly stopped in the front of the house, and his steady voice sounded in the wide hall:
　　 "The woman here is a human race!"
When the young emperor said this, everyone was shocked, because all the history books or myths handed down to the world recorded that in the ancient times, the human race was declining, and it was almost at the bottom of the social class, even by some vicious races and nations. As a blood food captive, it is no different from the current livestock.
At this time, according to the words of the young emperor, if the owner of this house is an ancient human race, then it is like a livestock disciple appeared in the current Da Xia Dao Palace, and he is the first seed of extraordinary talent. How is this not surprising?
　　 Although surprised, everyone understands the temperament of the young emperor. Zhao Yu has always said one thing, and he will never target it for no reason. Therefore, everyone stopped and waited for Zhao Yu's follow-up words.
Then Zhao Yu gently raised his right hand and pointed his slender fingers to the corner of the building. On the dressing table made of white jade, there was a very inconspicuous dark red. This dark red is a knot full of large and small knots. The small red rope hung down along the mirror above the countertop. The knotted rope was originally extremely red, but at this time, it was almost completely faded. If you don't observe it carefully, you will ignore the past.
　　 Immediately after Zhao Yu spoke softly, with an infinitely majestic voice faintly sounded again:
"Earlier, I traveled with the master in Daxia, and I saw this rope in the countryside. Because the human race was in the early days of the ancient times, and even its own words were not created, let alone books and other things, so the rope was tied in the ancient times. , When things are big, knot the ropes, and when things are small, knot the ropes."
　　 Zhao Yu said here, paused for a few breaths, took everyone to the dressing table, looked at the faded red rope with large and small knots in front of him, and continued to speak:
"This is the red knot rope that belongs to the human race, and the human girl living in Jianjiaju, although she joined the Yuanshizong, the first major sect on Yuanqiaoxian Island, she still hasn't forgotten her roots and kept the customs of the human race. This is evident from the name of this building."
　　 After the young emperor finished speaking, everyone looked at the dim red knotted rope in front of them, and their hearts were filled with blood and warm emotions.
Perhaps in ancient times, the human race did not have its own country, the human race drifted around, and the human race lived at the lowest level, but there were pioneers who were always working hard, always getting stronger, always working hard for the entire race, and did not lose themselves, keeping in mind the original intention And mission, this is the now extremely prosperous country that has become the overlord of the vast land of China.
　　 Obviously, the owner of this Kanjia Ju was the pioneer of such a human race.
Regardless of the final outcome of this human girl who sits in front of the dressing table and silently tied the red knot to remember after Yuan Qiao Xian Island sank to the bottom of the sea, she is worthy of the respect of all future generations, so Zhao Yu raised her hand and everything behind her All the human races raised their hands and bowed their chests to show respect.
　　 Great Summer Glory, Human Glory!
　　 After the ceremony, Zhao Yu slowly stretched out his right hand, trying to touch the long red knotted rope, and a strong silver mist appeared on his hand instantly, which was the power of the original kingdom.
This red-knotted rope still exists after so many years, so it is definitely a treasure. At the same time, the young emperor has a hunch that if he touches the red-knotted rope with pure origin, then he can clearly read the records in the rope. The incident, a thorough and clear understanding of the past of this ancient era.
　　 But under the gaze of everyone's expectation, Zhao Yu stopped his right hand at the moment before touching it, and then withdrew it, and then his calm voice gently lingered in Jian Jiaju:
　　 "The things of ancient times have been completely submerged under the torrent of history, then let him go, but the will and spirit of the pioneers must not be lost. I encourage everyone, let's go, and don't disturb the purity of the ancestors."
　　 Then the group slowly walked out of Jianjia Residence, Li Chunfeng turned around and gently closed the white jade gate, his expression more respectful than when he opened it.
This door is closed for a period of song and tearful ancient times. Those years may be blurred and forgotten with the passage of time, but as long as there are one or two people remembering in later generations, that is enough, especially among these people, there is the supreme summer emperor.
　　Heaven is ruthless, but the depths of the ashes and dust of history are not incomparably cold, it still has warmth.