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In 3510 AD, Taihang Mountains, China.

The sunlight in midsummer is bright and wanton, reflecting the green trees all over the mountains reflecting a bright and vibrant green that is almost dazzling. Hearing the cicadas in the mountains, if he can steal a half-day leisure and hide under the shade and take a moment of napping, he may suddenly feel how comfortable it is to live. Time just passes quietly in the breathing, when he is lazy, and when he is napping.

But the man who climbed up the trails in the mountains did not have any attachment to the shade of the surrounding trees. Even though the sun was poisonous on his head, sweat trickled down his face, forming a stream from his neck, and the front was wet.

His expression was a little serious and curious.

The person who was rushing to the road was a middle-aged man with a look of no waves. He was not wearing a suit and tie, but a wide robe; he was wearing not traveling and leisure running shoes, but a thousand-layer cloth shoes.

Absolutely weird outfit, the smell of crappy costume TV series hits you.

The middle-aged man was rushing to the road, walking alone on the stairs of the Taihang Mountains, and he didn't look at the forks of the road. He made a straight choice and was obviously very familiar with the road here. The middle-aged man walked fast and had reached the top of the mountain without a moment or three moments.

On the top of Taihang Mountain is a small bamboo forest, with precious purple bamboo planted inside.

For the earth, whose ecological environment has collapsed once, the blue sky, green trees, green mountains and blue oceans on the earth are now made by various countries through calculations and high-tech means to plant plants that are most suitable for improving the environment.

For ordinary people, if you can buy such a large piece of land and plant purple bamboos on the top of a famous mountain like Taihang Mountain, the power and financial resources of the owner here are only worth looking up to.

The middle-aged man walked into the sparse and quiet purple bamboo forest, stepped on the falling bamboo leaves and made a slight rustling sound, and walked to the front of a bamboo house.

Bamboo houses are also unusual. Although they are made of bamboos, each bamboo is coated with the most expensive paint, which will not cover the color and fragrance of the bamboo itself, and will also make the bamboo unable to soak in water and fire.

In front of the bamboo house, there was a stone tablet encouraging him, and the three big characters Zizhuju were written on it.

The owner of the bamboo house heard the sound of footsteps, and then a sound that was a bit old but sounded like an illusion of war drums sounded.

"Lin Bo? Come in."

"Yes." The middle-aged man responded respectfully, then took off his cloth shoes and slowed down and walked into the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is very simple, the things are arranged neatly and orderly, and the floor is cleaned without any cleanness. Although it is a little empty, it exudes the smell of a hermit residence, but it does not give people a simple feeling at all.

After passing through two side halls, he came to the master's study, and the middle-aged man met the master here.

It was an energetic old man with a wide-eyed eagle nose, round ears and square face, gray hair, rosy complexion, wearing a white linen shirt, burly figure, wide arms and wide waist, and his demeanor was heartbreaking, which made people couldn't help but exclaim: "What a handsome old man."

The handsome old man was laughing, holding a baby in his arms and shaking his movements were a little clumsy.

"Lin Bo, how many times have you told you that you don't need to be so detained. You..." The old man glanced at Lao Lin, who was standing on the side, and stopped talking, and looked at the child in his arms with a smile.

The middle-aged man surnamed Lin was discovered by an old man by chance. He thought that his eyes and temperament were OK, so he asked him to be his own long-lasting follower. His name was Lin Bo.

He was a little restrained when he first came here.

Lin Bo looked at the baby in the old man's arms and thought to himself: "In this world, there are so many children who want to be so close to King Nuo Tian, ​​this little guy is so lucky." He also remembered that someone threw the child outside the bamboo house last night, and did not even leave a letter of identity. The child was probably less than one year old, but he had no biological parents, which was quite pitiful.

The handsome old man slowly put the child into a cradle next to him that someone had to make, pushed it gently, then turned to the middle-aged man and whispered: "I have already checked it, but there is no news at all."

"Impossible." Lin Bo blurted out, but then he felt that this was impolite, so he closed his mouth.

"The world is so big, and there are things I can't find out, maybe." The handsome old man stroked his beard and then said, "But if I can't find out, it means that the clues of this matter are really broken."

He looked at the sleeping baby in the cradle: "This child may not find his parents."

This was a bit conceited, but both he and Lin Bo were deserving of expressions.

"Have the identification result come out?" asked the handsome old man.

"The age of this child is 1 month and 7 days, and the error will not exceed 10 days." Lin Bo picked up the identification result and said, "The results of his genetic fragment analysis show that he is a mixed race between Chinese and Italians, with a healthy body and no genetic disease. His blood type is aristocratic blood type xn type, not among the four major blood types. In addition, everything is normal."

Mixed blood of Chinese and Italians...noble blood type...

The handsome old man squinted his eyes to filter all this. His thinking, which was dubbed by game fans, started to work rapidly, but he was unable to draw any conclusions in the end.

Lin Bo suggested: "Do you want to send this child to an orphanage?"

"Orphanage..." The handsome old man smiled at the corner of his mouth, "No need, go and get him an identity certificate. I think it's time for my King Nuo to accept a closed disciple."

"Ah?" Lin Bo was a little stunned for a moment.

"Lucky guy." He saw the sleeping child, shook his head, and went down the mountain to handle what King Nuo Tian ordered.

When he went out, Lin Bo turned around and asked, "God, what is the name of the child?"

"Let him take my surname." King Nuo thought for a while and said, "Hai is a place where all rivers are there, this kid is called Yang Hai."

Watching the middle-aged man go out, King Nuo Tian stretched out his index finger and pushed away the baby's swaddle clothes.

Then the child's chest was exposed to the air.

He had dense tattoos tattooed on his chest, and even the knowledgeable King Nuo frowned when he saw it. A child who was just over a month old had tattooed a tattoo on his body. Who are his parents? Why are they so cruel?

King Nuo Tian has been studying this tattoo since last night, and he has vaguely guessed it in his heart.

If it is an ordinary person, maybe he only recognizes it as a tattoo.

But when King Nuo looked at it, he felt that it was the legendary Zhoutian Star Map.

Ancient Babylon, ancient China and ancient Egypt are also known as the three birthplaces of the game. Among them, Babylon is the most mysterious. The only thing they left for later generations is the Zhoutian Star Map. Plus half of Italy's bloodline...

Anyway, the child's identity may not be simple.

Could it be a descendant of the ancient Babylonian astrologer? Didn’t the identification say that this child is a mixed race?

The child is still too young, and his tattoos cannot be dropped. After the identification, he may get more information.
Chapter completed!