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Am I dead?

A chaotic nothingness is like the ancient cemetery palace where he was born. The thick ink painted ocad wood coffin, a soft silk quilt filled with gold, silver, pearls and jade from the Wu Zetian era. The golden robe, pale face, tied with hair buns on the top of his head, a red gold ribbon wrapped around, and a sharp golden hairpin on the bow. He has been sleeping for 1,200 years, traveling through the dust and spider webs. His only companion to accompany life and death is a young Qilin tomb-controlling beast named "Nine Colors".

Take a deep breath and the air has a certain smell. It is ethereal and elegant, indescribable, and sneaks into the nostrils and lungs, making people feel itchy and fascinated...

The blood flowed again, and every inch of the skin became conscious. The soul returned to Qin Beiyang's body like a naughty naughty boy.

The night is as cool as water, and the sky before dawn, the stars appear and appear. The chaotic mountain wind blows, curling indescribable fragrance, shaking hair and mind. The fingers can move, followed by arms, thighs, and head.

Qin Beiyang stood up, his feet swayed slightly, and he was dizzy, as if he was still on the night boat in Mount Damo, East China Sea. But he touched the warm blood jade pendant on his chest and the three-foot Tang sword behind him.

"Nine Colors!"

The tomb beast in the small town called out loud, and melodious echoes came from the surrounding mountains, as if countless young men were calling one after another. But he found that he was just a lonely man, facing the sky surrounded by smoke and clouds.

No! No! The dream hasn't woken up yet?

Memories remained in Beijing, the night of the extermination of the MP Qu Jinghe. He asked Jiuse to stay in the Old Summer Palace, and he tracked the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty alone, and went to the Beiyang Government Army Department of the Iron Shizi Hutong. In the chaos, two young assassins appeared, one of whom had a scar on his right face, Qin Beiyang's mother-killing enemy. He pulled out the Tang sword and wanted to catch the assassin to take revenge, but was hit by a pebbles when he jumped onto the roof.

Then, he fell into the abyss and lost all his consciousness...

Qin Beiyang is sure that everything he saw in front of him was definitely not in Beijing. Even if the mountains are covered with green mountains, there would be no such scenery.

The top of a large mountain peak is towering, and the mountain on the left is exposed with black rocks, like a sharp sword breaking through the sky; the mountain on the right is like a thick white bone, and the magic of God is cut into the shape of a huge tombstone. Between the two black and white peaks, there is a saddle-shaped flat ground. A white waterfall, hanging down from the black peak, filled with mist. The moisture rushes to the face, as if it is back to the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. But it is very cold, when the wind blows to the chest, goosebumps all over the body.

Dawn finally passed, and the sun rose from the sea of ​​clouds. It seemed as if a golden salted egg yolk grew on the endless cotton fields, a wonder that was hard to see in the ages. In the past, he and Qi Yuanshan had also seen the sea of ​​clouds, but they were eclipsed compared to the previous ones.

Qin Beiyang understood that this place was a mountain top with an altitude of thousands of meters, far away from the fairyland on earth. The ten Taoist cave heavens, the thirty-six small cave heavens and the seventy-two blessed lands are just like this.

Suddenly, a small stone hit the heart of the head.

He rolled on the ground and pulled out the Tang sword at the same time, only to find strange flowers and plants on the ground, as if the green carpet was decorated with colorful silk threads, which was also the source of strange fragrance in his nose.

"Who are you?"

A girl stood in front of her, holding a small stone in her hand. Needless to say, she just smashed Qin Beiyang.

She was about twelve or thirteen years old and was wearing ancient clothes, like the clothes of girls from the Tang Dynasty. She could often be seen in ancient paintings. She had two black buns on her head, like a pair of cat ears, and two strands of silk slinging down her temples, like a boy in a fairy world.

"I am Qin Beiyang, where is this place?"

"Welcome to Heaven!"

"Heaven...country?"

Qin Beiyang was confused, and the girl hit the little stone accurately on his forehead. The pain was extremely real and there was a clear blood mark.

"Hey, don't be afraid!" The girl in Hanfu said a Beijing movie, with a noble look in her eyes, a thin face, thin eyebrows and pale skin, like a bannerman's child in Beijing. "Actually, all your feelings are fake."

"What does it mean? Is it fake here?"

"It's true to you, but it doesn't exist to the world!" The girl jumped to the edge of the mountain top, and there was a cliff with a wall standing thousands of feet below. She only saw a vast white mist, "Because, you are a dead person."

"I'm a dead person?"

Qin Beiyang pinched his arm hard, clearly feeling body temperature and pain. Are they all hallucinations? This ghost place, the little girl in front of him, is it too unreal, is it...

"What about you? Are you a living person or a ghost?"

"Whether humans are ghosts are right or wrong, but it is better to see the sea of ​​clouds and the sunrise together!"

The girl was also full of fairy spirit when she walked, with her clothes fluttering, and she stepped on a stone beam protruding out of the air. She was so calm, but every step she took was heartbroken to Qin Beiyang, and if there was a slight mistake, she would fall to pieces.

"Be careful!"

He couldn't help but remind him, but the girl turned around and laughed: "Death only exists on earth, but this is the kingdom of heaven!"

"A world without birth, old age, sickness, death, hatred, love and separation?"

"Breaking out of the world of reincarnation."

"By the way, what era is this? Was the Tang Dynasty?"

"There is no age here, it doesn't matter. It's the same as the heaven and earth! But the Tang Dynasty you mentioned has long been destroyed by Zhu Quanzhong. As for the outside of the kingdom of heaven, it is a world called the 20th century AD."

"In the 20th century AD, the Republic of China is still there? It is now the seventh year of the Republic of China, and it was 1918 AD, right?"

"I don't know, maybe 1988, or 1998."

The girl sat cross-legged on the stone beam, just like a Taoist who practiced in the mountains in ancient times, but her two buns of hair were a bit cute.

Qin Beiyang also sat cross-legged across from her, looked at the sea of ​​clouds and said, "How did I get here?"

"You are here to go to school."

"go to school?"

"Have you ever read in the world?"

He no longer concealed his feelings and said shamelessly: "I have studied in the third grade of elementary school."

"No, you are just a ignorant person."

"I'm not a waste! I'm not an illiterate illiterate! I've read a lot of books in the underground palace, and I have learned hundreds of craftsmanship from my father." Qin Beiyang hurriedly defended himself, not wanting to be looked down upon by the little girl. "Although I'm not a student of National Peking University, I'm also peeking at others' classes every day."

While speaking, a boy's voice came to his back: "Fangzi! It's time to have breakfast!"

Qin Beiyang looked back and saw that he was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, obviously in the voice change period, and his voice looked like a little duck. He was thin and handsome, and he was wearing a Hanfu. He had a bun on his head, and his long hair hung from both sides of his neck to his chest. He walked out of the top of the clouds and mountains like Wu Daozi's painting.

"Hey! So your name is Fangzi!"

The little girl rolled her eyes to Qin Beiyang, jumped back from the stone beam, and walked towards the Hanfu boy: "Zhongshan, I'm here! This newcomer is called Beiyang, and she thought she was a living person."

"New?" It seems that there are other people on the mountain, who have the same experience as Qin Beiyang. After waking up after falling into a coma, he realized the "nation of heaven", but he caught up with Fangzi and said, "Haha, you are really lying to me, why are you talking about the kingdom of heaven! How can a person eat grains and grains after death? Eating breakfast means he is still in the world."

"I hope you have a good appetite!"

The little girl said this strangely, as if she threw a small stone on Qin Beiyang's head.

He ran to the other side of the mountain, and spread a carpet on the grass full of wild flowers. There were about ten children, including men and women, sitting cross-legged. The biggest among them was a boy named Zhongshan, followed by Fangzi, and the rest were only in their early 10s. Some of them had a childish look on their faces. There were twelve children, nine boys, and three girls.

Qin Beiyang is the thirteenth.
Chapter completed!