Boys surnamed Ying, listen up, I will tell you how we Qin people came to be. It turns out that our ancestor Fei Lian, who carried the flag for the King of Shang, stood on the wall of Chaoge City and did not run away even when the Zhou people called him. Even if the King of Shang is gone, he will not run away. The Emperor of Heaven said that you are quite talented, and I will reward you with a sarcophagus. Fei Lian said I don't want your reward, I want my own bones. He sat in that sarcophagus for a thousand years, his eyes turning from white to black, and he walked all the roads of the surname Ying. Later, the business was over and the Ying family dispersed. The evil cubs ran everywhere - some ran east to raise horses for the king of Zhou, and they forgot their last names when they put on their leather boots. Some ran west, into the Qiang river valley, and were so hungry that they gnawed tree bark and almost couldn't even write the word "win". And our group went to the top of the Wei River and lived in a dead city. The wall is collapsed, the door is buried, the well is dry, there is nothing. Our ancestor Zhai was very tough. If you don't have a wall, build it yourself. If you don't have a well, dig it yourself. If there is no food, grow it yourself. Later, his father Tao sacrificed himself into Feilian's sarcophagus and became the coffin spirit. The coffin, thumb-sized and blue-black, was placed at the bottom of the Qin Temple well. Where the coffin is, the ancestors are there. As long as our ancestors are here, we will not run away. Later, the Ying boots-wearing gang from Xiquanqiu came, and they looked down upon us at first - the walls were short, the houses were old, and there wasn't even a decent ancestral hall. As a result, my family then smashed a piece of bluestone with one punch. My family Ying Fei, Shaohao's golden light lit up in his palm. The group of people wearing leather boots knelt down on the spot. From then on, we picked up all the Ying people who were scattered everywhere. Some climbed out of the Qiang River Valley, some came down from the Qinrong Mountain Stronghold, and some were raising horses for the King of Zhou when they suddenly remembered that their surname was Ying. Come and teach one by one - those who don't know how to farm are taught how to farm, and those who don't know how to build walls are taught how to build walls. They don't know that they are named Ying. They are led to the door of Qin Temple and kneel down to listen to the breathing in the sarcophagus. The wind blew in from the west and the gravel hit our faces, but we didn't squint. Di Rong is coming, let them come. We have a sarcophagus. The coffin contains Fei Lian's strength, evil punches, and strong defense. There is Tao, our ancestor, in the coffin. He breathes and breathes in the coffin, holding the whole city in his arms. We are now Qin people. The city wall is not high, but it is strong enough. Not many people, but enough. The Wei River flows eastward from our feet, to the Zongzhou of the King of Zhou, to the Gobi of the Quanrong, and to the valley of the Qiang people. They still don't know that there is a group of people, a city, and a coffin in this wasteland in the west. There are a thousand years of bones in the coffin. By the time they knew it, our flags had already filled the entire Weihe River. Hey, Waaagh! ) 1
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