He is a pole of bamboo in the bamboo forest of Yincheng. He has gained the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transformed into a shape. He calls himself "Yulanghuang" and is also known as the "Emperor of Bamboo". From the end of the Shang Dynasty to the Warring States Period, he traveled all over the world, witnessed Xuanniao's surrender to the Shang Dynasty, the battle of Muye, and witnessed the Qin people's transformation from raising horses in the west to looking down upon the world.
He has a very good memory - he remembers the black bird jade that Miss Bi gave him, the bamboo that Feizi planted, he remembers Ying Renhao exchanging five sheepskins for Baili Xi, he remembers Wei Yang saying "If the flesh and blood of Martingale can make Qin strong, there is nothing to fear", and the young man named Ying Zheng said "if the world is unified, maybe there will be no need for so many measures and words." He also has a bad memory - he can't always remember the etiquette of the world, he can't understand the defense between men and women, and he can't learn the twists and turns of calculations.
He was looking for someone, and after searching for nearly a thousand years, he found someone from the sea to the mulberry field.
But he didn't look for it seriously either. He taught Ying Quliang how to write in Yueyang, watched Ying Si train his son with a straight face in Xianyang, rescued Zhang Yi in Chu, and snatched Mi Bazi's younger brother from the hands of the Prince of Chu. He named Mi Ruibin, made flying bamboo leaves for Yingji Yingdang, and fed golden beans to the peach tree outside Xianyang City to make it bloom against the time.
EMI's prosperity, in his eyes, is nothing more than a bamboo shadow crossing a wall. He is a passerby, but he is also a returnee - the people he grew up with, the people who call him "brother" are the reason why he stays in the world.
"How can you be considered alone if someone remembers you all the time?"
The first rays of light reflect the brocade baskets, and the shadows of the moon are solitary and green all day long.
The mortal world and the white horse are three thousand years old. When will the old things in Nanke come back?
