In a blink of an eye, sixty years passed.

During these sixty years, the days of the Song Dynasty were booming, and the country was rich and the people were strong.

Moreover, due to He Xuan's reform and the addition of mathematics and physics to the imperial examination, the first steam engine revolution in the Song Dynasty began to transform into an industrial society.

And in the past sixty years, many other things have changed.

The Jin Kingdom, a country that disappeared sixty years ago, has long been forgotten by everyone.

Song Huizong had long died of old age.

Song Qinzong Zhao Huan had long died of old age. Now he was replaced by a descendant of the Zhao royal family named Zhao Xing, who was shrewd and capable.

As for the Zhu family, although He Xuan and Zhao Huanhuan were loving, they were still the same and could not have children. Zhu Long of the Zhu family was a slut, but one of the sons he gave birth to was quite smart and capable. He Xuan gave Zhu family the seat among the thirteen seats to Zhu Fu.

Li Gang, Zhong Hao and other generals who fought with He Xuan to destroy the Jin Kingdom were already old.

That generation of people died almost the same.

Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.

And Zhao Huanhuan also passed away this year.

This was a huge funeral. When the people attending the funeral left, He Xuan, who was already covered in white hair, sat in front of Zhao Huanhuan's tomb and gently blew the flute.

The sound of the flute is full of resentment.

In the past sixty years, He Xuan was really bored and learned everything like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Flute is one of them.

"Ten years of life and death are vague. I don't think about it. I can't forget it. I have a lonely grave that has nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if I meet each other, I don't know it, my face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.

When I came to the night of my dream, I suddenly returned home. The window was dressing up. I was talking on each other. I looked at each other without saying a word, but only tears flowed thousands of times. I thought I could see the heartbreaking place every year, the moonlit night, and the short pine hills."

The sadness spreads all over the world!

He Xuan married Zhao Huanhuan at the beginning, one was because he fought side by side with Zhao Huanhuan, the other was because Zhao Huanhuan was quite beautiful, the third was Zhao Huanhuan's pursuit, and the fourth was because he was afraid of the loneliness of the long years in the next few decades.

If you want to love Zhao Huanhuan too much, it may not be possible.

However, people are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?

The past sixty years of getting along have already made the relationship between the two stronger and stronger.

And now, Zhao Huanhuan is dead.

This may be the sorrow of the immortals.

During the Ming Dynasty, I watched Zhu Mai's death.

During the Song Dynasty, I watched Zhao Huanhuan's death.

The beauty has changed the world and lives alone.

How many people will understand such a desolate feeling?

Unfortunately, He Xuan tried countless methods, but he couldn't find a way to make his partner live forever.

Life is fragile.

What kind of great magic power can we break out of the long river of life and obtain eternal life?

He Xuan raised his hand and looked at Cangtian, who was speechless.

When he lowered his head, he couldn't help but remember the little things between Zhu Mo and Zhao Huanhuan. Now I miss my wife for these two lives.

Zhu Mai is more lively and naughty. When she was swimming in Jiangnan with her, she often covered her eyes with her hands and asked herself to guess who she was. She also likes to chew on her ears. Her skin is as crystal clear as jade, and she is skating, and even in hot weather, it is cold.

She likes to travel everywhere with herself and travel among the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Zhao Huanhuan is gentler, and she seems to have a natural and pleasant scent all over her body. When she is free, she likes to read, and she also teaches her piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, flute, vertical and flute.

However, before death, these two girls held their hands tightly and said the same sentence: "You will be lonely in the future, don't miss me."

But how could I not miss you?

As he thought about it, He Xuan couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into tears.

It took a long time.

The wind blew, and He Xuan sat there quietly.

The rain dripped, and He Xuan was still sitting there quietly.

The sun came out, and He Xuan was still sitting there quietly.

After sitting quietly for three days, He Xuan stood up.

Now, Zhao Huanhuan has passed away.

Now, I have no worries in this world.

Then, we should do the last thing.

Out of seclusion!

...

Inner Mongolia grassland.

This is the battlefield of tribal disputes.

Here, the small and medium-sized tribes fought each other and became a mess.

When a powerful king rises up and unifies the grassland, he will march towards the Central Plains.

And in the grassland now, there is a person slowly rising.

His name is Temujin!

Genghis Khan, Borjijin, was named Temujin, and was born in 1162.

When Temujin was 18 years old, Minister Tuotuo, the former enemy of the Meerki tribe, snatched his wife away. Temujin started a war with the Meerki tribe and defeated the Meerki tribe around 1184, Temujin was elected as the Khan of the Miaoyan tribe of Mongolia.

As his power grew stronger, Temujin began to seek revenge on the enemy who killed his father and ancestors. He defeated the Lord Qi tribe and killed his leader. His generals, Mu Huali and his son surrendered.

The nobles of the grassland tribes were afraid of Temujin's rise, so they elected Jamuka as the "Guer Khan", the Khan of the Khan, and vowed to be enemies with Temujin. They formed 12 coalition forces and launched the Battle of Kuoyita against Temujin and Kere's tribes. The mob led by Jamuka could not withstand the fierce attacks of the Temujin King Khan coalition, and collapsed within one day. Jamuka surrendered to Wang Khan.

Then Temujin attacked Tatar tribe, and his leader Zalin Buhe committed suicide by taking poison. Another leader of the Tatar tribe, Yeke, surrendered. Temujin pursued the Tatar tribe, and was shot at the neck by the Tatar tribe during the command of the battle, and his life was in danger. The next morning, the Tatar tribe surrendered to Temujin.

Temujin, who was only in his early twenties, had become the overlord of the grassland.

There are already tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry under his seat.

Tiemu really cares about being successful.

No one can stop him in this grassland.

After unifying the grassland, he could expand westward and northward until he had never thought about expanding southward.

I heard that there were muskets on the Song State, which were quite sharp.

The powerful military power of the Song Dynasty also scared him a little.

Temujin was ambitious. He had led his 20,000 troops to attack the Tatar tribe. He wanted to kill the old enemies of the Tatar tribe first, and then ravage their wives. Listening to their screams, this was the most beautiful voice in the world for Temujin.

He was advancing with his cavalry.

A person suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is an old man who should have been in his fifty or sixty years old.

Gray hair.

Very tall.

He was carrying two knives.

This old man is quite imposing.

Just stand there like this.

Temujin had no good temper. He glanced at it and found that the pale-haired old man was dressed as a Song man. Although the state of Song was strong, he would not be afraid of any person in Song. He was the hero of the grassland. He said bluntly: "Kill."

Several Mongolian cavalry rushed out, and only one who dared to block the Mongolian cavalry was dead. These Mongolian cavalry did not have good armor, but they lived on horseback since childhood. They were skilled in bows and horses and could be considered elite soldiers.

But a few sounds of brushing!

These Mongolian cavalry continued to rush forward.

However, their heads had been cut off and fell aside.

The bodies of these Mongolian cavalry continued to rush forward, and finally fell under the horse with a few bangs.

Why?

What happened just now?

It's completely unseen.

Temujin and other Mongolian leaders looked at the pale-haired, imposing old man and found that the old man was holding a blood-stained knife in his hand. His knife just now was unsheathed and blood-stained.

In other words, he moved his hands.
To be continued...