Plowing the Sky Road

A boy who grew up in a wolf pen can hear sounds from the ground. Luotang Guye didn't know who he was. He was three years old when Touman Chanyu threw him into a pack of wolves. The wolf didn't bite him. Lying under the belly of the she-wolf, he heard the echo coming from the depths of the ground—not a god, but the voice left by himself in his previous life. Seven reincarnations. Every time you die, forget 30% and carry on one more journey. The host's soul is burning, and he can't remember whose hands he died in the last life. He remembered that the grassland would be quiet when Maodun laughed. I remember that black-bodied and golden-patterned chirping machine buzzing in the night. I remember Mao Dun when the arrow shattered the stone door in the Yuezhi dungeon without causing any damage. When the dike is fired, he shoots people first, then horses, and finally his own family. Shoot or die. Touman wants to kill his own son, Yueshi wants to kill Proton, and the heavenly veins of the grassland are drying up. If the heavenly veins are broken, all things will wither. When the iron tools of the Central Plains rolled over the Yin Mountains, when the snow in Longcheng was stained with the blood of father and son, when the plow road was re-paved on the ruins—— Only then did Lone Ye clearly hear what the voice said. Supporting the plow is the sky in the Xiongnu language. Plowing the road to heaven is a road that has been broken for thousands of years and requires seven lives to be re-walked. It was never the sounds from the ground that he heard. It's God's. The Han family built the Great Wall to protect the world; The Xiongnu sacrificed to the Dragon City to ask the sky. From Maodun Mingdi to the northern Huns moving westward, Hundreds of years of rise and fall are just a cut-off path to becoming an emperor.