Tracing China: Through history, dialogue between ancient and modern

Chapter 9 The Abyss Is Beside

"Kou can go, so can I!"

The shouts of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty echoed in the sky above Haojing in the Western Zhou Dynasty for a long, long time...

The hope of the people of later generations needs this kind of emperor's voice.

Just seven characters.

Is someone dubbing it?
No, it is only Lin Feng who is hosting the new variety show that blocks back to Huaxia from the beginning to the end.

He has no helpers, no team.

Not to mention any dubbing artist.

these sounds.

It was the earth-shattering oath made by the real emperors in their time and space.

Lin Feng passed the system authority.

Capture these sounds and play them to everyone in time.

If it wasn't for the real emperor talking.

It is impossible to cause a huge resonance, which was already taken into consideration by Lin Feng when planning the plan.

"Sir, is there still a voice of hope for future generations?"

King Wu asked the question. As the emperor of Zhou in ancient times, he naturally wanted to hear more, the shouts of struggle from the descendants of China.

Lin Feng did not speak, but motioned King Wu to continue listening.

A third voice appeared.

"From the order of the Ming Dynasty onwards, from the emperor to the common people, everyone must respect: No marriage! No compensation! No land! No tribute!

"The Son of Heaven guards the gate of the country! The king dies in the country!"

This is the ancestral motto of the Ming Dynasty.

It is also the unyielding character of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

It definitely belongs to an era of strong character. It can be said that the Ming Dynasty represents the backbone of China.

With such sonorous and bold words, the sky will not collapse.

King Wu was completely moved this time.

why?
Because it mentioned that "the emperor guards the gate of the country", he is the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and he feels the same way. Every sound of the word seems to penetrate into his body and shake his soul. King Wu raised his arms and shouted:
"Good! Good! Good!"

"This statement can be called the backbone of my East!"

"With such a leader, why do future generations have no hope?"

After King Wu finished speaking, there were countless roaring shouts coming from the high sky. It was not a single person speaking, but countless people.

This time it's not the emperor's voice.

It is the cry of the people.

"It's enough for a strong man not to die, but to be famous when he dies, princes, generals, and ministers, would you rather have kindness?"

"Those who commit crimes against me will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, and where the rivers and rivers flow, are all Han soil."

"No one in life has died since ancient times, and keep a loyal heart to reflect history."

"Why study? Study for the rise of China!"

"If the prosperous age is about to fall, and the abyss is on the side, my generation will die!"

"If there is no torch, I will be the only light!"

"I have no regrets about entering China in this life, and I will be a Chinese in the next life!"

……

Countless mighty voices, surging and passionate, rolled down from the invisible nine-day height.

Every cry has an incomparable impact on people's souls.

Every one of the tens of thousands of viewers in front of the live broadcast felt their scalps tingling, the ancient and shocking voices.

Only the Chinese descendants can understand the essence of passion and unyieldingness.

Many people have burst into tears.

Crystal tears welled up from their moist eyes, not tears of frustration, but tears of excitement.

"Hey, did you hear that? I heard the Prime Minister's voice, it's him, it's really the Prime Minister!"

"It's really our Prime Minister!"

"Study for the rise of China, the highest respect, remember our prime minister."

"Prime Minister of the people, salute!"

"Yeah, Huaxia will be more splendid and brilliant without you."

"Which special effects team edited this effect, it's so touching. Although I only heard voices, none of these voices were repeated. It seemed that the ancients were shouting, struggling, and striving for self-improvement."

"What is hope? Inheriting the behest of our ancestors and moving forward bravely is the hope of our future generations."

"This show is too good. I'm a big man, and I cried three times."

……

The barrage of live webcasts poured out like a flood.

Even the host, Lin Feng, was in a turbulent mood and couldn't calm down.

Especially that sentence... If the prosperous age is about to fall, and the abyss is on the side, we will die!

An absolute word of caution.

For every Chinese descendant, every word and sentence is like a blow to the head, making people seem to return to the difficult years when the martyrs went on to succeed.

without them.

How could there be subsequent prosperity?

without them.

How can there be the rise of China.

Those martyrs are also the real backbone of China. They used their own blood to build the Great Wall of China.

King Wu was tongue-tied, his hands trembling, and it took him a long time to speak out.

He seemed to be singing and reciting, reciting words from ancient times.

Lin Feng couldn't understand, and neither could the audience who watched the live broadcast of the show. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he could roughly understand the meaning of King Wu's voice.

He is praising China.

Singing the hope of the great eastern country.

After a long time, King Wu turned around and walked back to the main hall, with Lin Feng following behind, asking three questions about King Wu this time.

Lin Feng's answer was perfect.

Entering the main hall, King Wu looked at Lin Feng, as if he wanted to engrave his face in his heart, and then said:

"Sir, you are from a later life, and you may be the only descendant that this king has encountered in this lifetime."

"You, very good; future generations, very good!"

Lin Feng said respectfully, "Thank you King Wu for your praise."

King Wu said, "Since this is the case, more of this ancient treasure will be left to future generations!"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

This is the result he wanted!

King Wu pointed to the posture of Jiangshan, pointed around the main hall of Haojing, and said, "The 360 ​​five steles of conferring gods will be left intact for future generations, but he will not be buried with this king, but will always stay in Haojing, waiting for future generations People come to dig."

Hundreds of god-conferring steles.

There are patterns and characters on each stele, which is of unimaginable value to the literature research of later generations.

Lin Feng thanked King Wu and asked, "King Wu, can you take a look at the development of literature, paintings, ceramics, medicine, tools, etc. in the Zhou Dynasty?"

Back to China.

Through 3000 years of history.

How can you not feel the various situations of this era!

King Wu smiled boldly and said, "Okay, as you wish!"

Then King Wu called.

A group of soldiers stepped in neatly.

Nine soldiers, wearing simple clothes and holding ancient spears, but when each of them appeared, their eyes were sharp, and each pair of eyes had a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, which made people dare not look at them. This is a fighting force Extraordinarily powerful warrior.

Coupled with their tyrannical physique, no one will doubt that they have the ability to fight tigers and lions.

Soon after.

Dozens of people walked in, men and women, dressed very primitively, each holding a round ceramic.

All ceramics are placed one by one.

(End of this chapter)