"Yes"

The dragon woke up, and before he could fully open his eyes, he went to get the sword beside him.

But the sword beside him didn't know where it went, what was going on, his sword had always been with him.

At this time, the dragon opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"What is this place?"

The dragon wondered.

Then he found itself lying on a rough bed, surrounded by a tent, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from time to time.

Inside the tent were bows and arrows, and a suit of armor, and it seemed that this was a tent for marching.

But he didn't understand why he was here. Didn't I get blown up?

At this time, a fully clothed man walked over, and saw the dragon sitting on the bed, and his voice was full of joy:

"Little general, you're awake, I'll go and tell the old general." Before the dragon could ask her anything, his figure disappeared in the doorway.

"Little General? Call me the little general, am I not dead, I am back to ancient times? I remember I detonated the bomb? "The dragon's head is full of question marks.

His mind traveled far, far away......

His name is Dragon, and he doesn't have a surname or no one knows what his last name is.

He grew up in the mountains with an old Taoist, and the old Tao called him a dragon since he could remember.

He was very sad in his childhood, starting at the age of five, he had to walk for two hours every morning, and if he couldn't finish it, he would be exposed to the intimate contact of rattan.

Think about it, how can a five-year-old child take it? So every time he was beaten all over his body, Lao Dao showed no mercy to him.

Every day he would wash his face with tears, and then the old Tao would come over and say:

"Remember a manly husband, you can be sad, but you must not shed tears, tears are a sign of cowardice."

Since then, he hasn't shed another tear! But sometimes he would find that Lao Dao would secretly cry when he was drunk.

After knowing that many years later, Long knew that the man did not flick when he had tears, but he did not reach the sad place.

In this way, he would take two hours of horse walking every day, and the number of beatings each time became less and less, until Long was seven years old.

Since he was seven years old, he had to run ten miles in the mountains every morning, and every time he was tired and unable to move, and his whole body was in pain.

But seeing Lao Dao's expressionless face, the young dragon gritted his teeth and persevered. And that's not counting every day, and he still has to complete the tasks assigned by the old way.

You also need to learn some literature, history, music, and even foreign languages.

At this time, Lao Dao handed him a nameless mental method and asked him to practice reading after running ten miles.

At first, there was nothing, but then he gradually felt a stream of heat in his body, at first it was only in the dantian, and then it gradually spread to the whole body.

Since then, the ten-mile run is no longer an obstacle for him, and Lao Dao is also very satisfied with him at this time, and Lao Dao happily drank a whole jar of wine that night.

There was a lot of wine on the mountain, and every time someone sent it, the dragon didn't know why, and the young dragon also drank for the first time that night, and he was drunk and unconscious.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Lao Dao was sitting beside him, stroking his face.

In the following three years, Lao Dao continued to give the dragon all kinds of inexplicable things, so that the dragon could easily deal with the beasts in the mountains.

Years later, he learned that it was the best killing move in the world.

When he was eleven years old, Lao Dao died, and before he died, Lao Dao held the dragon's hand tightly and did not say a word, but his eyes were full of love.

I remember that at that time, a lot of people in military uniforms came, and there were many helicopters parked in the mountains and carried the body of Lao Dao onto the plane.

Among them, there were several people with shining stars on their shoulders, beside the body of Lao Dao, with tears streaming down their faces, and their mouths kept calling out to their fathers.

After Lao Dao was cremated, he was buried in a place called Babaosan, where it is said that people who have made meritorious contributions and great contributions can only be buried after their deaths.

Later, Long was arranged to a secret base to train, which was Lao Dao's last wish before his death, and he mentioned it to Long.

When I entered this base, I realized that the founder of this base was a veteran, and the people trained here were all for the purpose of safeguarding national security. (.) He also knew the reason why Lao Dao had been in the mountains.

That is, a special institution that deals with some events that ordinary people can't handle, and it is also a military institution, and Long has become one of them.

The young dragon, who quickly became the best of them, took the helm of the institution at the age of a weak crown, and no one was convinced.

He can't tell how many foreign spies died at his hands.

Once, when the president of a foreign hegemonic country wanted to put forward a bill to be issued against our country, the dragon made a move.

One man and one sword, entered the heavily guarded presidential palace at night, and dragged the sleeping president from the bed like a dog.

put the president's **** on his head, and then walked away, it is said that the president still does not dare to wear **** when he sleeps.

Once again, a foreign terrorist force delusionally wanted to carry out a terrorist attack somewhere in our country, and Long once again showed his dragon might.

Dressed in white and with a sharp sword, he broke into the headquarters of the terrorist force, and left ten minutes later, leaving this headquarters in ruins, leaving behind the domineering spirit that will be punished even if I am far away.

In short, he became the patron saint of China and a nightmare for hostile countries. Thinking of this, the nostalgia on the dragon's face, followed by endless loneliness.

Don't look at him so domineering, but life is completely different, he looks cynical and has a very good temperament, and those who are familiar with him will find that in real life, he is a little angry.

also fantasized about returning to the era of Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Taizong and Song Zu, prancing horses and whips, galloping on the battlefield, scolding Fang Xuan, and being angry, but these were all hidden in his heart.

This time, he was supposed to come out on vacation, after all, he also has an identity on the surface, and there are still holidays.

But a piece of news made him angry, and he found an ancient tomb in Huaxia.

This was originally a very normal thing, but there was nothing in this tomb, only a jade seal.

According to experts, this is the jade seal of the first emperor through the ages - and the bi.

No wonder I couldn't find the real He's Bi, it turned out to be buried here, and somehow the news spread.

What's more, it is said that this jade seal is related to the treasure of the first emperor, which caused an uproar, and no one is greedy for the treasure.

For a time, spies, intelligence services, international mercenaries, and bounty hunters from various countries rushed to the place and fought for it.

What's even more hateful is that the group of helpless archaeologists were also killed by them, and the angry dragon arrived.

He is still dressed in white, holding a cold weapon, fighting into the encirclement, regaining the treasure of my Huaxia, the treasure of my great country, how can you wait for the barbarians to spy on it?

But this time it didn't go so well, and the people behind him were chasing after him, no matter how good the dragon's skills were, how could a good man not be able to stand up to more people.

Soon his body was almost covered with wounds, the blood had stained his clothes red, and he didn't know when the long sword in his hand was lost.

The people behind seemed to have killed Red-Eye, and seeing their companions die one by one at the hands of the dragon, they went crazy and took out their hot weapons.

The unsuspecting dragon had a few more bullet holes in his body, and his speed slowed down, it seemed that they were going to kill themselves, but no, they couldn't hold it anymore.

In this way, the blood has been drained, but the things of Huaxia must not flow into foreign countries, as if he had made some decisions.

He stopped, took out something from his body, and put his hand on the button, looking at the treasure hunters from all over the world who kept surrounding.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"If you dare to come to my Huaxia, you must be prepared to come and go, haha......"

When everyone saw what was in his hand, they all showed shocked expressions, and then the dragon's hand pressed down.

"Boom ......"

An explosion sounded, a puff of green smoke drifted through, and everyone in the field was shattered.

The bomb was specially made, and no one could survive that distance.

At that time, he was still alive and crossed?

The word popped into the dragon's head, because the bronze mirror himself now looked like a teenager.

"Xu'er, you wake up, you can make grandpa anxious, you have been unconscious for several days."

As the dragon pondered, a rough voice came from outside.

Then came a man in his forties and fifties, with a hideous scar on his face, and one eye seemed to be blind.

Dressed in the armor of a general, his beard swayed in the wind, and tears seemed to flow from his eyes:

"Okay, Xu'er, you have made a great contribution this time, Your Majesty must have a heavy reward, maybe you will be transferred to the forbidden army, and you will serve Da Zhou with Xiang Child, father and son belong to the same army, which is also a good story.

I, Zhao Hongyin, have a grandson, so what's not satisfied? Hahaha, the ancestors of my Zhao family, can also smile at Jiuquan. ”

Wait, my name is Xu'er, he is my grandfather's name is Zhao Hongyin, what is Zhao Hongyin.

In his previous life, his literary history was good, and Zhao Hongyin's information instantly appeared in his mind.

Zhao Hongyin, a native of Zhuo County, is now a native of Zhuo County, Hebei Province, and later moved to Luoyang. He is the son of the famous general Zhao Jing.

Shao Xiao is brave and good at fighting, and at the beginning he served the Later Tang Dynasty, because of his meritorious service, he banned the army and moved to the command of the Holy Capital.

After the Tang Dynasty, he was an official and a Han Dynasty, and was dismissed from office for advising the emperor.

After entering the week, he moved to the inspection school Situ with merit, and was named a man in Tianshui County, and collapsed on July 26 in the third year of Xiande (956), and gave the military festival to the envoy.

You may not know this Zhao Hongyin, but you must be familiar with his son by then, Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and Zhao Guangyi, the second emperor.

Zhao Hongyin will be my grandfather, I am Zhao Xu, just now he said that I and Xiang Boy are father and son, and Xiang Boy is my father.

It is said that when Zhao Kuangyin was born, the fragrance filled the house, and his milk name was Xiangzier. Zhao Kuangyin is my father, and Song Taizu is my father in the future.

Long, well, now Zhao Xu's head is a little confused.

Zhao Hongyin saw Zhao Xu stunned: "Xu'er is the eldest grandson of my Zhao family, you are the future of my Zhao family, you have a good rest first, it is estimated that Your Majesty's holy decree is about to arrive." ”

After giving some instructions, Zhao Hongyin went out with a red face. Zhao Xu was still stunned.

My father is Zhao Kuangyin? I still couldn't accept this absurd fact for a while, but everything in front of me showed that he was indeed Zhao Kuangyin's eldest son.

My dad is Song Taizu?.

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