Dragon Clan: Elegy of the Three Gorges

First post! Happy New Year... Brother!

Three beginnings, prepare to write five completely different beginnings to the editor.

Zhang Ziyu basked in the sun for a while, then called He Zhilin who was playing basketball, and went to have a meal while get out of class was not over and there were not many people. After dinner, He Zhilin went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and Zhang Ziyu went straight back to the classroom to do his homework. Then there were three more classes in the evening. In the blink of an eye, it was 10:20 in the evening. To prevent crowding at the school gate and accidents, Qingping No. 2 Middle School has classes at staggered times. That is to say, school ends at nine-thirty for the first year of high school, nine-forty for the second year of high school, and nine-fifty for the third year of high school. After school, Zhang Ziyu stayed and reviewed English for half an hour. While packing his schoolbag, he asked Wenxin: "Wenxin, aren't you going back yet?" Wenxin was reviewing physics and was doing force analysis on the manuscript paper. , Hearing the words, without raising his head, he responded casually: "It will take a while, wait until I finish this question." Zhang Ziyu put on his schoolbag and walked from behind Wenxin to the aisle. He glanced at Wenxin's force analysis and stretched out his hand. He pointed and said: "Here, there is an electromagnetic force here, you forgot to mark it." "Oh..." Wen Xin suddenly realized, and became furious, "I said the calculated answer is always wrong!" Zhang Ziyu smiled: "It's not too early, go back and rest early." He walked a few steps and looked back, Wenxin was already doing the math seriously, maybe she didn't hear his reminder. He thought about what happened in the physical education class again and felt very uneasy. He walked back and put his hand gently on Wenxin's shoulder. After Wenxin raised her confused eyes to look at him, he smiled gently and said in a gentle tone: "You are already very good, don't work so hard and put too much pressure on yourself. Your body is the most important thing. Get some rest early." Wen Xin's confused eyes were even more confused. She didn't know what Zhang Ziyu had got so crazy that he spoke in such a strange way. It wasn't until Zhang Ziyu walked for a while and she figured out the answer correctly that she came back to her senses and knew why Zhang Ziyu was like that, so the expression on her face became a little complicated. Zhang Ziyu is a day student, that is, a student who comes to school every morning and goes home to rest after school in the evening. Compared with students who live on campus, the advantage of day students is that they can sleep at home, have breakfast and supper at home. But the disadvantage is that you need to spend more time on the way to school and home every day, and you lose a lot of rest time. Zhang Ziyu left the school with his campus card, came to the carport outside the school, found his bicycle, unlocked it, rode on it, raised the front of the bike, swung it, and got on the road handsomely. It's already half past ten in the evening. There were not many vehicles on the road, so Zhang Ziyu increased his speed as high as possible. The cold wind blew over, hitting my face and body, blowing up my hair and clothes. Squinting his eyes, he took another deep breath, and his lungs and brain were cold. Yuzhou City is an international metropolis, but Qingping County under Yuzhou City is just a small county outside the 18th parallel line. Leaving aside the villages and towns, there are only three main roads in the entire county. Take the Qunyu Avenue where Zhang Ziyu goes home as an example. From Qingping No. 2 Middle School in the north to the bus terminal in the south, it only takes half an hour by bicycle. It is a small county worthy of its name. Zhang Ziyu's home is located in the middle section of Qunyu Avenue, in an old-fashioned community called Ankang Community. Eleven o'clock in the evening is the time when Zhang Ziyu returns home. After his senior year of high school, he basically got home at this time. Locked the car, ran up to the seventh floor, took out the key, and opened the door with house number 0701. The lights in the room were still on, the TV was blaring, and a sixty-year-old woman was dozing off sitting on the sofa. Seeing this, Zhang Ziyu sighed, changed his shoes, walked over, took the TV remote control from the old lady's hand, and turned off the TV. As soon as the TV was turned off, the old lady woke up and said with a smile: "Ziyu is back?" "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?" Zhang Ziyu couldn't help scolding again, "It's midnight... You have been so tired all day, wouldn't it be good to rest early?" "Haha..." The old lady didn't say anything, just laughed. She is Zhang Ziyu's grandmother, her name is Wu Lianying, and she is sixty-three years old this year. Since his parents died in a car accident when Zhang Ziyu was two years old, she was the one who took care of Zhang Ziyu. The old lady was very powerful. She single-handedly raised Zhang Ziyu to be tall and handsome. She also studied in a key class of a key high school in the county. Zhang Ziyu helped grandma up and took her to her room. After watching her fall asleep, she turned off the lights and closed the door and left the room. For Zhang Ziyu, grandma is everything to him. When he was two years old, his grandma took him to Qingping and bought this house with the compensation money from his parents. Then, he relied on his grandma to make money by doing housework and cleaning for others, so that he could grow up and have the opportunity to study. Zhang Ziyu put his schoolbag back in his room, went to take a shower, then took a piece of bread from the refrigerator, ate it and returned to the room. He turned off the lights in the room, turned on the lamp on the table, sat on a chair, took out the English vocabulary book from his school bag, and prepared to memorize the vocabulary for another half an hour before going to bed. But after taking out the vocabulary book from his schoolbag, he suddenly stopped chewing bread and took out another box from his schoolbag. Wenxin gave him a birthday gift. Although it is not as miserable as never having a birthday since he was a child, the gifts he received are indeed very few. Not to mention it was given by a girl, but also by a beautiful female deskmate. "Wenxin..." He murmured, and the image of his female deskmate appeared in his mind. Wenxin is really good-looking, with a Xiaojiabiyu shape, a height of over 1.6 Meters, and a soft and frail temperament, which is particularly pitiful. In addition to being beautiful, her academic performance is also very good. Originally, I was in the top ten in the class because of my partial subjects, but with the help of Zhang Ziyu, I also picked up mathematics and physics, and now I am firmly in the top three in the class and the top ten in grade. Such a girl... Zhang Ziyu only felt that he was not worthy. He bit the whole piece of bread in his mouth, opened the gift box, and saw that the package was a watch. He opened the package again, and sure enough, he got a watch, a black electronic watch. "Wenxin..." Zhang Ziyu picked up the watch and stared at it under the soft light of the desk lamp, feeling extremely complicated in his heart. If he remembered correctly, the watch Wenxin was wearing was the same style as this watch. The one Wenxin has is a soft white one, while the one he has is a tough black one. This is a couple watch. "Alas!" A sigh sounded in the dim room. Zhang Ziyu put away his watch, opened the vocabulary book, and began to memorize the words. But with his back on his back, his eyes inevitably moved to the front of the table. Zhang Ziyu's table is by the window. On the window sill, he raised a pot of succulents. Under the succulents, on the table and against the wall, there was a group photo. That is the military training photo of Class 1 and Class 11. Zhang Ziyu reached out and picked up the group photo, and easily found Wenxin's location under the soft light of the desk lamp. He looked at Wenxin, who was wearing camouflage uniforms, was tanned by the sun, and had a pair of big and bright eyes. He unconsciously stretched his thumb over and rubbed it gently, as if he was rubbing Wenxin's face. After a few moments of hesitation, he was about to take it away, but at this moment... "~~" The muscles all over his body suddenly twitched, as if an electric current passed through the body, circled in the body, and shot out from the thumb. Then, a white light flashed in front of his eyes... A person appeared out of thin air on the table in front of him. His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw Wenxin in camouflage uniform.

"Wake up! Wake up..." A soft and soft voice whispered in his ear, and two soft and boneless hands pushed gently on his shoulders. Li Ping woke up in a daze, turned his head and looked over. With his eyes that were not fully opened, he squinted and saw the stacks of books, the long hair blown by the wind, the warm sunshine, and the gently swaying curtains. "?" Where is this? Why is the painting style not right? "I... Wasn't I going through a tribulation?" Li Ping's mind was still in a daze, but he still managed to remember it. Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals for more than a thousand years, relying on cunning, intrigues, deceit and deception, he finally transformed his Nascent Soul into a god and ushered in the catastrophe of transformation. What? Has the terrifying scene of thundering thunder suddenly turned into a warm, everyday painting style? "Bang!" Before Li Ping woke up, a pointer hit the table in front of him. "How many levels can the poem "Sleepwalking Tianmu Says Farewell" be divided into?" A hoarse but majestic mature female voice sounded on the other side of him. This voice has a feeling of bloodline suppression, like a golden elixir monk facing a Nascent Soul monk. Even though thousands of years have passed, Li Ping still feels afraid subconsciously, and his body unconsciously sits upright. After sitting upright, he woke up, opened his eyes wide, and turned his head to look to the other side to see who was coming. On his right side, he saw a mature woman in her thirties standing with a short ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and a black coat. She was of medium build and slightly pretty. She was originally an above-average pretty girl, but because of her serious face, dark circles and bags under her eyes, she completely lost her beauty and looked more like Master Miejie. This woman... This woman seemed a little familiar to Li Ping, but it had probably been too long and was covered by the dust in his memory. He couldn't remember. But he vaguely felt that this woman was very important to him, so he asked aloud: "Fairy, may I ask your name, have we met before?" "Huh?!" Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the woman in front of him immediately widened her eyes, clearly visible anger brewing in her eyes, and she angrily shouted, "What did you say!?" The female ferocious beast was nothing more than that. I don't know why, Li Ping was so frightened by this woman's appearance that he trembled all over. He was obviously an old monster in the form of a god, how could he behave like this? At this time, the sounds of "puff" and "puff" suddenly sounded around, and many people laughed because they couldn't help it. Li Ping still didn't understand why the woman in front of him was angry. He clearly just asked her name. After taking a look at her, he decided to ignore her and turned to look at the source of the laughter. Looking at it, he realized that the place he was in was a larger room, with rows and rows of young men and women sitting around it, about fifty or sixty people. They all looked at him, either laughing, or trying not to laugh, or giving him a thumbs up, respecting him as a ruthless person. These people, this layout... The memory in the corner shook off the dust and became clear. This is the classroom, these are the students. So... He withdrew his gaze and looked at the angry woman in front of him. Only then did he suddenly realize that her clothes were clothes that could not be seen in the world of immortality. This is a teacher, a teacher on earth. These are all his memories from a thousand years ago... How could it suddenly appear in front of him a thousand years ago? Could it be that he has returned from the world of cultivating immortals? However, he has lost his cultivation. And after a thousand years of development, the earth should not still be like this. Could this be his high school years? Is this his high school class? Is this his high school Chinese teacher? Could he be reborn? ! After all, he tried time travel and traveled from the earth to the world of immortality. He went through hardships, struggled to survive, was surrounded by dangers, and suffered all kinds of torture. It doesn't seem like a big deal to be reborn and tortured again. While wondering in his mind, Li Ping suddenly felt his waist being lightly poked with a finger. The soft female voice whispered to him at the beginning: "Three... Three..." No, the dignified old monster who transformed into a god was stabbed in the waist? Do you dare to approach the cultivator's back at will? Without thinking, Li Ping grabbed the hand, turned around and looked angrily, and shouted sternly: "What are you going to do?" This sound was more or less filled with the evil spirit of his thousand-year cultivation, and it looked quite scary. The little girl who stabbed him in the waist had never seen this scene before. She was so frightened that she turned pale and shrank her head to avoid his sight. She didn't cry directly, which proved that she was still strong inside. Looking back to take a closer look at the girl next to him, Li Ping's heart was hit hard by her beautiful face. This is a very beautiful girl. His temperament is gentle and lovable. Like a small white flower with dewdrops on its petals in the early morning. She has long, silky hair that spreads to her shoulders, blocking half of her face. She lowered her head in fear, allowing Li Ping to see only her small nose, pursed lips, and milk-white skin. It's not that Li Ping, an old monster who has transformed into a god, has no experience and has never seen a woman before. It's just that the girl in front of him gives him a special feeling and an extremely familiar feeling. "You..." He looked at her and frowned unconsciously. Compared with other people in this classroom, he only had a vague sense of familiarity with this girl. Thousands of years later, he still had a clear memory, "Are you Qin Qin?!" "I... I..." Looking at Qin Qin's familiar look, the softest part of Li Ping's heart was touched, and he was stunned. "Am I really reborn? Reborn in high school? Thousands of years ago, a high school on earth." "You!" He was stunned, he The Chinese teacher next to him, whose name he still couldn't remember, was not stunned. She picked up his sleeves, pulled him up, and said angrily, "Pick up the book and stand in the back!" Li Ping, who was confused by the series of events in front of him, picked up the book on the table and unconsciously walked to the back of the classroom. Walking in the aisle, he looked to both sides and saw classmates who were extremely strange yet vaguely familiar. Some of them were smiling, and some gave him a thumbs up to express their admiration. I don't know if I admire him for calling him a Chinese teacher fairy or I admire him for being the popular goddess in his fierce class. All in all, I respect him as a werewolf... A little more than a ruthless person. Li Ping walked to the back and stood with his Chinese documents in his arms, his mind still very confused for a while. What is going on? The Chinese teacher continued the class. After analyzing why "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell" was divided into three levels, she returned to the podium and recited the text to the students. Li Ping looked at the classmates in the class and the teacher on the podium... All of this is so real! "Haike talks about Yingzhou, and Yan Tao is so confused that it is hard to find a letter." The Chinese teacher began to recite, but he was somewhat proficient in it and full of emotion. "I wanted to dream of Wu Yue, and fly across the Jinghu Lake in the moonlight overnight." Li Ping listened, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly remembered how he flew in the sky on a moonlit night. I didn't expect that this... This poet named Li Bai could also fly. "The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to Yanxi River." The moon on the lake? Li Ping remembered that a thousand years ago, when he was admiring the moon over the lake, he lost his footing and fell into the lake. And at the bottom of that lake was a teleportation array. His blood activated the array and teleported him to the world of immortality. "The clouds are green as if they are about to rain, and the water is still and full of smoke." When the teacher read this sentence, Li Ping was reminded of the way the sky looked before he went through the tribulation. "Thunderbolts are missing, and mountains are crumbling!" Among other things, this teacher's recitation is really emotional and full of emotion. When she read this sentence, her tone naturally rose, and her whole body became excited. It was as if I could empathize with Li Bai and see the thunder falling from the sky, splitting the mountains apart! This shocked Li Ping. The teacher's voice of reciting poems hit his soul, and his eyes began to blur again. He seemed to see a calamity cloud in front of him accumulating thunder calamity, rumbling warning that thunder was about to strike down. The feeling was so clear, as if he was in the middle of a thunderstorm. "Suddenly, my soul palpitated, and I started to sigh." The Chinese teacher on the stage sighed, as if he was as lost as Li Bai. Li Ping also sighed. When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he was standing at the back of the classroom, taking a Chinese class. Not going through the thunder tribulation. He is in the classroom, not in the thunder tribulation. He was reborn. Reborn...? Li Ping looked at the front of the classroom and fell into confusion: "Am I going through a tribulation, or am I reborn?" "A tribulation of transformation into a god? Am I the transformed soul or the original body? Could it be that the soul has returned to the past and the original body is still going through the tribulation?" "Or... I, in fact, am going through the tribulation of inner demons!?" Inner demons? Li Ping was frightened. Even if it was his inner demon, how could his inner demon appear here? Li Ping withdrew his eyes from the podium and looked at the girl by the window, whom he didn't dare to look at too much. The girl is sitting upright and listening to the class carefully. Leave him with a serious and girlish back. Inner demons... His inner demons. A thousand years of struggling in the bloodthirsty and terrifying world of cultivating immortals has not allowed him to completely forget the girl. If this is the inner demon calamity... Li Ping's eyes suddenly became blurred, and tears flowed from his eyes.

The eighteen-year-old sky was so clean that there was no trace of impurities. But compared with the sky when I was seventeen, there seems to be no difference. After all, Zhang Ziyu's seventeenth year seemed like just yesterday. Now, he was lying on the playground, looking at the sky through the gap between his fingers. What he was thinking in his mind was that if he didn't struggle with that multiple-choice question in English class just now, he might be able to do one more reading comprehension article. He is a senior high school student who is only 54 days away from the college entrance examination. The school he attends is Qingping County No. 2 Middle School in Yuzhou City, and his class is senior three and class 11. The class I am attending now is physical education. The last class of their class on Thursday afternoon is physical education. The physical education teacher of their class was in good health, not sick, and a nice person. He rescued them from the classroom despite the pressure from the English teacher. In this way, he could lie on the playground and look at the sky at such a tense moment, struggling with unfinished English reading comprehension. "How great would it be if I didn't learn English?" After looking at the sky for a while, he took back his hand, pillowed it behind his head, closed his eyes, emptyed his mind, stopped thinking about anything, and just lay quietly. There were cars passing by in twos and threes outside the campus, a few sounds of reading coming from the teaching building, basketball playing on the basketball court nearby, and girls jogging on the track nearby. These sounds formed a soothing white noise, lulling people to sleep. Half asleep and half awake, Zhang Ziyu suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance in the breeze blowing in front of him. Then, there were soft footsteps approaching, and then a shadow appeared, blocking the sunlight on his face. He opened his eyes, squinted, and saw the long hair flying in the breeze against the light. "Why didn't you go play ball?" The visitor asked, his voice as clear and crisp as the lingering sound left after the strings of a guzheng were plucked. Although the sun was dazzling and only a silhouette could be seen, Zhang Ziyu knew that the person coming was his deskmate, whose name was Wen Xin. She was a gentle, beautiful girl who also studied well. "I don't want to move." He replied with a smile. Wenxin came over and sat down next to him. She put her hands on her knees and rested her little head on them. She looked at the boys running around on the basketball court opposite, feeling envious and sighed: "Oh, I don't want to move either. I don't even know them. How can I get so much energy? I am so tired from studying questions every day, but I still have the energy to play ball. " Zhang Ziyu was still lying down. He tilted his head and saw Wenxin's dark hair hanging on her back. In Qingping in April, when it was still warm but still cold, she wore a white coat. The breeze blew gently, and the black hair was ruffled on the white coat, like a charming black and white landscape painting. He sat up, spread his legs, put his hands on his knees, and followed Wenxin's line of sight to look at the boy playing ball opposite. "After all, people and their physiques cannot be generalized." He said jokingly. In the afternoon, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. Suddenly the wind blew the fragrance of the woman's hair. Zhang Ziyu tilted his head and saw that the broken hair around the ears of his beautiful female classmate was blown by the wind, revealing the base of her ears, which were as white as jade. They were very beautiful. Wearing a white coat, she sat on the green lawn. The wind blew, her hair moved, and the grass moved. She hugged her knees, squinted her eyes, and looked into the distance. "That's it..." As he was watching, the beautiful female deskmate suddenly spoke out. She turned her head with her chin on her knees as a point, and her eyes met his. He looked away as if nothing had happened and looked away. The deskmate continued: "I have a question to ask you." "What question? You ask." Zhang Ziyu replied. "Tell me, is it possible for superpowers to exist in this world? Or, are those supernatural phenomena possible to be true?" Came Wenxin's doubtful voice. "What?" Zhang Ziyu thought he heard wrongly. Super powers? Paranormal phenomena? How could Wenxin ask such a question? He looked at Wenxin again and saw a trace of inexplicable seriousness on her face that was pale from exhaustion. In the second semester of their sophomore year of high school, after they officially entered the review stage for the college entrance examination, their class teacher forcibly made them deskmates. Because the two of them, one is stronger in science and the other is stronger in liberal arts, sitting together, they just complement each other; and their personalities are both introverted and gentle, which is just right. However, the so-called displayed character is because he has been at the same table for nearly a year. He already knows that Wenxin is actually a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. She looks like a weak and cute little girl on the outside, but is extremely strong on the inside. As for himself, he is not a gentle person. He is actually a... Sunny and cheerful boy. Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of person he is. The important thing is that a person with a strong heart like Wenxin will not ask such false and romantic questions as "Is there any superpower in this world?" Still asked seriously. After all, Her Majesty the Queen will not imagine that she is a little fairy. After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ziyu replied: "Super power? Why do you ask so suddenly?" "Because..." Wen Xin hesitated, but still said, "I feel like I have awakened a super power." Awakened a super power? ! Things have gone crazy! Zhang Ziyu took a deep breath and asked with a smile: "What kind of super power is it specifically?" "I..." Wen Xin paused. She stared at Zhang Ziyu for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, you don't really believe it, do you?" "Huh?" Zhang Ziyu frowned slightly and looked at Wenxin seriously, but Wenxin avoided his gaze and looked away. This move made his heart thump. Just now he could have thought that "awakening superpowers" was a joke, but Wenxin's current performance made him feel that she had really encountered such troubles as "awakening superpowers". Awakening of super powers... Are there super powers in this world? Of course not! Then... He could only come to the conclusion: Could it be that Wenxin was under too much pressure to study and had a mental problem? He felt nervous and did not dare to ask any more questions. He decided to take a look before talking. "Hahaha..." He laughed twice, "Did you lie to me? I thought it was true." "Of course I lied to you! How could there be such a thing as super power?" Wenxin also had a smile on her face. "But your expression was so serious just now..." "Yes, right!" Wen Xin giggled and added, "Actually, I do have super powers, but it's just mind reading! I can know what you are thinking." "Really?" Zhang Ziyu hugged his fat self tightly, making a posture to prevent being read. "Really." "Then guess what I am thinking now?" Wenxin smiled and guessed several times, but failed to guess correctly, so Zhang Ziyu was sure that she did not have the ability to read minds. Then... Wenxin just held her face, smiled lightly, and stopped talking. Zhang Ziyu looked worried at her, but didn't know what to say. "Super powers?" He shook his head secretly. This was too ridiculous. It's not like writing a novel and making a movie. How could it be possible? "Then it's just a mental problem." His heart became very heavy. ... It was only fifty days before the college entrance examination, and I actually had psychological problems. The two sat for a while. Wenxin looked at the electronic watch on her wrist and said, "get out of class ends in ten minutes." As she said this, she stood up and reached out to pat the dust on her pants. "Are you going to eat?" Zhang Ziyu asked. "Well." Wen Xin walked towards the cafeteria, "It will be too crowded later." "I still have to wait for He Zhilin." Zhang Ziyu pointed to the court, "He is still playing." Wenxin took two steps and suddenly remembered something. She stopped, took out a palm-sized box from her pocket, turned around, handed it to Zhang Ziyu, and said with a smile: "Here, I give it to you, happy birthday." "Ah?" Zhang Ziyu looked up at the girl, who smiled brightly in the sunshine. "You..." He hesitated, but still took the box. The box is wrapped in colored paper, and you can't see what it is. He looked at Wen Xin, very touched, and smiled: "You actually remembered my birthday and prepared a gift. There is no way to repay a great kindness, a young man can only use his own body..." "Don't do too much. Think about it!" Wenxin interrupted him, turned and walked away, "I just bought it on the way. Let's go and eat!" Zhang Ziyu looked at the girl's slender back, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and his heart also fluttered. "What a good girl, but she has a mental problem..." He shook his head and sighed.