I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

"Then you should listen carefully."

The voice emerged again.

"What I want to give you is the most precious thing, nothing in the world can compare to it."

It seemed that a treasure had been born, and the originally hazy sky in front of my eyes was illuminated with the color of jade.

It was a jade slip, exactly the same as the jade slip in the hall.

Nothing has changed.

The same crystal clear, slightly emitting a little light.

The same is extremely smooth, without a single word.

"what is this?"

Ying Zheng asked the question he wanted to ask outside.

This jade slip appeared abruptly, and all of these appeared abruptly.

Like a script, Ying Zheng hit it by himself.

"This is nothing, and there is."

Said the voice.

"This is the way, and it is not the way."

"It's everything, and it's not everything."

"From it all things arise and from it pass away."

"This is history, the epitome of the long river of history. You can see what you want to see through this jade slip."

"anything?"

Ying Zheng was expressionless and lost his curiosity about the jade slips in front of him.

"Yes, anything."

"I saw it, so it must be true?"

"Yes, it must be true."

"I see tomorrow, but I do the opposite tomorrow. Is this still true?"

"It's true, it's just the past truth."

There was nothing impatient about the voice.

"Sometimes the truth is false, and the false is true. There may be a kind of inevitability, but this inevitability disappeared without a trace from the moment your Great Qin Kingdom was born."

"Chen Xuan?"

Ying Zheng was a little puzzled, how could something like inevitability be shattered by the birth of a nation?

"It's him, but it's not him. From the moment he was born, everything is no longer everything, and the long river of history has become a jade slip, falling alone in front of you."

The voice was still talking.

"After the inevitability disappears, the long river of history no longer flows. Because the next step may be another variable, no one can tell whether a slight fork will cause the entire long river to collapse.

Therefore, this jade slip that has been turned into a jade slip by the long river of history has lost everything. It is just a jade slip, and it is not just a jade slip. "

"Then what is it?" Ying Zheng still didn't reach for the jade slip, just stood there, "Sometimes it is, and then it's not. I don't have such a big heart to worry about whether it's right or not."

"You go back." The voice didn't seem to hear Ying Zheng's sneer, "You take the jade slip and go back. When you carve anything on it, that's when you understand."

Ying Zheng sneered and took the jade slip in his hand.

Something that looked cold was extraordinarily warm, and this warmth spread from Ying Zheng's palm to Ying Zheng's heart.

Ying Zheng yawned unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar hall.

All the scattered yellow sand dissipated, and the sound disappeared without a trace.

"Boy Zheng, what's the matter with you?"

Chen Xuan was lying on the side. He really didn't know the origin of this jade slip. He remembered that it was a bamboo slip, a skill derived from a beast armor.

When the jade slip was shining with light just now, Ying Zheng lost his energy, as if his soul had left his body, his eyes were dull.

If it wasn't for fear that Ying Zheng wouldn't come back, Chen Xuan almost smashed the jade slip to pieces.

Simply, Ying Zheng is back.

"No problem, no problem."

It seemed that Ying Zheng was afraid that Chen Xuan would be worried, so he said a few words on purpose.

The jade slips in his hand still radiated heat, and that warm feeling surrounded Ying Zheng all the time.

There seems to be some changes in Yu Jian.

On the surface that should be extremely smooth, there is a different character, an engraved word "Ling".

Ying Zheng didn't know what it was, nor did he know what it was for.

Just now, he just heard a half-knowledge, what is the long river of history, he Yingzheng has no idea at all.

Can history still flow like a river?

Even though he has seen and performed many miracles, Yingzheng can't accept that history is a flowing river.

Not to mention, this long river has turned into a jade slip again.

"Chen Xuan."

Ying Zheng called Chen Xuan abruptly, startling Chen Xuan who had just put down his mind.

"Politician! What's the matter?"

Chen Xuan thought that something was wrong with the jade slip, and suddenly became a little nervous.

After all, all this jade slip is a variable, and Chen Xuan cannot afford to ignore it.

"Chen Xuan, what do you mean by the long river of history? What is inevitability?"