"You are the calmest person I have ever seen in the face of death."

In the cafe under Mount Tai, soothing music was ringing. Wang Zhenyu, who was sitting opposite Li Chunqiu, placed a bottle of medicine on the table and pushed it to Li Chunqiu's hand.

"There is no peace or not, everyone will die, but I will die faster."

Li Chunqiu smiled, and he leaned against the seat and pushed the medicine bottle on the table back.

"For people like me, dying in a hospital bed is the most indecent way to die."

"Without it, you can live for at most one year."

Wang Zhenyu looked at Li Chunqiu's eyes and stressed.

But he was disappointed, and he seemed to be indifferent in Li Chunqiu's eyes.

"What I want to do has been done, and it's no point in this extra year."

"Is this the last stop in Taishan?"

Wang Zhenyu's heart tightened, and he raised his head and carefully sought verification.

In addition to his next tasks, Li Chunqiu had great enthusiasm for the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Ever since he knew that he had not had much time, he went to Xi'an to see it first. He had always wanted to see it, but he was afraid of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses that were disappointed after seeing it.

Then, he walked through the old path of Qin Shihuang's five Eastern Tours.

And Mount Tai seems to be the last stop.

When a person has finished what he wants to do, his desire to survive will gradually disappear.

In other words, his old friend, whose life is not much to be reduced.

"Yes."

Li Chunqiu nodded gently.

The long wind under Mount Tai blew across his face, reflecting the soft sunshine, and there was no trace of the sickness of the west mountain on his face.

But Wang Zhenyu knew that the person in front of him was really not far from death, otherwise he would never have followed the old path of Qin Shihuang's Eastern Tour.

Wang Zhenyu was silent for a moment, and then he said in a joke tone:

"It's hard for me to imagine you'll die."

Li Chunqiu smiled.

"The scavenger is not omnipotent, otherwise I will be a god."

Li Chunqiu's profession is "scavenger", and the so-called "scavenger" is to solve problems.

No matter how troublesome things you think, they can easily solve them.

But life is hard to control.

Even though Li Chunqiu solved countless troubles for countless people, he still couldn't save his life.

This is human sorrow. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't escape death with your wealth.

"But you have maintained a 100% completion rate so far."

Wang Zhenyu's eyes had an inexplicable color.

Only by truly understanding the man in front of you can you know what kind of myth he is.

It is still hard for Wang Zhenyu to believe that the person in front of him is about to die.

"I'm just lucky."

"The strong always attribute success to luck, and the weak always attribute failure to luck."

"There are no strong or weak people there? Now there is only one person waiting to die. People are always equal in the face of death."

Li Chunqiu stretched out his fingers to fiddle with the plants on the glass windowsill next to his seat, as if he didn't want to worry about these details.

When a person is alive, there is a so-called legend or not, but when he dies, there is only a piece of loess, so how can he be high or low?

"This is our last meeting. Do you have anything else to say?"

Li Chunqiu looked at Wang Zhenyu with a smile.

This is his apprentice, and he is enough to stand alone at this time.

Wang Zhenyu paused when he looked at Li Chunqiu, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back.

He smiled softly.

"No more, people like you and me don't have to say much in the end like women."

After saying that, Wang Zhenyu stood up and sorted out his clothes.

"This is the last gift I gave you. Since then, I have disappeared from the world, and I am separated by life and death. Let's go, teacher."

Wang Zhenyu pushed a beautifully packaged gift box in front of Li Chunqiu, sighed, and then left without looking back.

The prodigal sons in the world are different from the world. A glass of wine and a cup of tea is enough.

There is no more to say, parting is the norm.

Wang Zhenyu still remembers the first sentence Li Chunqiu brought him into this line.

"Look at parting indifferently and forget life and death."

The music in the cafe continues, and the soothing music has sent away many people, but it is still continuing at this time.

After Wang Zhenyu's figure disappeared from the end of Li Chunqiu's vision, Li Chunqiu sat up and opened the gift box.

The golden ribbon fell down, and there was a piece of old jade and a note in the gift box.

Li Chunqiu picked up the note next to him, which read: It is suspected that the place where the imperial seal fell.

The handwriting is round, which is Wang Zhenyu's handwriting.

"The Jade Seal of the Kingdom?"

Li Chunqiu held Baoyu in his hand, and a trace of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

The jade seal of the country is the most important treasure of the country.

Even a piece of broken jade on it is a rare treasure, and the imperial seal and its broken jade have been lost for half a thousand years in the smoke and dust of history.

This part in my hand is mostly fake.

Although he found out that the jade in his hand was fake, Li Chunqiu still put it away.

Etiquette is etiquette, and emotion is emotion.

In life, Li Chunqiu has always adhered to the following: a drop of water and a spring.

Whether it is gratitude or hatred, it is a good omission.

Li Chunqiu stood up, settled the bill and walked out of the cafe.

Many people are very afraid of death, but he has already seen through it.

When he was crowned at twenty, he said to himself: In this life, he will not compromise or regret, and die after he has lived enough.

In the past forty years, he has finished what he wants to do, and death is not enough for him to fear.

Walking under the blue sky, Mount Tai is majestic.

Since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the Ancient Emperors, Qin Shihuang has taken the ancient sages to worship the heavens here. Since then, Fengshan in Mount Tai has been a must-do for the human emperors in the world to praise their achievements.

Those who do not have great achievements, great courage and great heroism cannot be sacrificed for their ancestors.

Li Chunqiu stood quietly on the square with crowds under Mount Tai, looking up at the majestic Mount Tai.

The huge shadows fell on Mount Tai obscured the square three-quarters. The power and methods mixed together to divide yin and yang, which was so exciting.

Li Chunqiu liked the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At first, it might be just because his name was Chunqiu, but later because of Qin Shihuang.

The story between Li Chunqiu and Qin Shihuang is just from the first book he read, "Records of the Grand Historian". Although there are many "Records of the Grand Historian", only "The Original Annals of the First Emperor" made Li Chunqiu fascinated the most.

"For the rest of the sixth generation, the heroes will do the long strategy and control the world."

Li Chunqiu bathed in the sunlight, closed his eyes for a moment, and seemed to return to the time when Qin Shihuang was in charge of the ancestors.

Above the majestic mountain, a majestic man in a black dragon robe stood on the earth-building altar, surrounded by jade carvings of gold mud.

"Only when I hate being born at the wrong time, many heroes are buried in the prehistoric history, and they will never be seen in this life."

Li Chunqiu sighed on his back.

In the square, he stood with his hands behind his back, sighing and sighing.

The crowd couldn't help but point fingers at him, but he didn't care at all.

Life and death have faded, so what do you care about the world's vision?

And at this moment, the land of Mount Tai suddenly swayed.

Li Chunqiu shook his body, frowned and opened his eyes.

The place where you see the earth is shaking.
To be continued...