Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

"Boom..."

When the words appeared in the sky, the sky of each dynasty darkened at the same time.

The thunder was loud and the rain was heavy.

It indicates that the era of the Republic of China with Yuan as the surname is over, and the next stage is about to kick off.

Ying Zheng, Li Si, Zhao Gao, Meng Tian... Looking.

Liu Che, Wei Qing, and Huo Qubing were concerned.

Li Shimin, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, and the eldest grandson Wuji are looking forward to it.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, and Li Shanchang were also silent.

Until the heavy rain, the golden letters continued to emerge.

[The dictatorship and the rule that ignored the will of the people did not last long, and the Yuan family dug a hole for himself. A marshal who always wants to be the emperor is gone, who can guarantee that there will not be a second Yuan who

wants to be the emperor?]

[So a group of dragons has no leader, and an era of more chaos has come, and no one of the major warlords obeys anyone, and everyone wants to be the boss. At that time, the world was still in the shadow of the first world war, and Dongying, who was in China, was more and more unscrupulously showing its ambition to dominate China.

"I saw an era of infighting and leaderlessness, and there were alien races from the East to try to further control the country..."

The Republic of China ruled by the Yuan clan had no glory, only chaos.

This is not the ultimate form of the country.

However, he really couldn't think of where the hope of the Republic of China, where there was no more internal fighting and tigers and wolves outside

? When will a leader who can lead the nation forward?

Wu Zetian looked at the words in the canopy in a daze, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

After a long time, he silently spoke: "This is not the most desperate era I have ever seen, but this is the most chaotic era I have ever seen. "

Elder Ge, what do you think?"

Di Renjie below touched the token, smiled and said, "Perhaps, the leader has appeared." The

next moment, the words in the canopy of the sky burst into golden light, and a shock appeared.

[It is precisely because this era is so dark and boundless that there is no hope in sight, that those people are crying out, even if they risk their lives, to pull this nation out of the mud pit.

[A person's strength may be low, but their team is getting bigger and bigger.

[They have broken free from the ideological shackles of the times, maybe they are too advanced, they feel confused when they look at this backward era, but they hope to awaken the spiritual wisdom of this nation, even if they die, they are willing to do it. At

this moment, the emperors of the dynasties were stunned.

"Breaking free from the shackles of the times and feeling confused about the backward times, are those people referring to?" The

gentleman who founded "New Youth", the gentleman who sang the praises of youth, and the gentleman who took up the pen as a weapon...

The picture emerges.

The magic capital is also drizzling.

Chen Zhongfu sat in his office, and his desk was already full of dense letters.

These are all letters from readers who have read "New Youth".

Among them, there was a young man from Zhao Shiyan, and the content of the reply letter went deep into his heart.

Although tired, he hopes that more and more 'new youths' will emerge in the future, until they lead the changes of the times.

It was late at night, but he continued to read.

A reply letter that caught his attention was very interesting.

The content is the perception of life, the confusion of the origin of the universe, and the ardent expectation that Mr. will guide the lost and illuminate the future.

When his eyes fell on the signature, Chen Zhongfu couldn't help but feel a surge of blood in his heart -

Ye Xiao, the second reserve of the Hubei Army, bowed!

[That year, General Ye Zhou was twenty years old, just in the prime of youth, Mr. Chen Zhongfu was thirty-seven years old, and he also called himself a 'new youth', and the two heroes of the world had their first telepathy and intersection.

Chen Zhongfu smiled and began to reply to the young man, writing very seriously.

Then he slowly got up, went to the window, and looked out the window, the rain was still dripping.

1916

was a watershed for the old and new youth.

"The sixteenth year of the twentieth century let all things be new.

"We will hold our heads high and be the people of the twentieth century and create a new civilization of the twentieth century." "

Mr. Zhongfu expressed hope for the future of the new youth, and took 1916 as a watershed and called on everyone to be a 'new youth'.

Physiologically physically strong, psychologically, 'cut off the idea of being an official and making a fortune', the development of the personality of the inner picture, and the contribution of the external picture to the group.

"Young ladies with a long way to go, what is the age of the age in which you were born?

It is the beginning of the sixteenth year of the twentieth century.

The changes in the world are evolution, and the months change and the years change. The bright history of mankind is getting worse and worse. The

screen turned.

[In the spring of 1916, Hu Shi returned to China, and the show began. The

heavy rain is gone, but the light rain is pouring down.

But in the distance, a ray of sunlight can be seen rising.

Hu Shi, who had just returned from the West, was wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella, with mixed feelings in his heart, remembering his past self.

He had indulged in vices, smoking, drinking, and visiting kilns, all of which seemed decadent.

The old man who sold antiques gave him hope again, and he decided to rediscover himself and write poetry in the vernacular, against the traditional classical Chinese.

Chen Zhongfu waited for his poems, more eagerly than waiting for a reply from his lover, looking forward to the autumn water, and finally waited for him to return to China.

"Literary Revolution!"

he shouted as he

watched the people come and go.

"Just as the Xinhai Revolution overthrew the 2,000-year-old imperial system, completely overthrow the old literature!"

"Start with the punctuation of the words!"

Thus began a vernacular revolution with him.

[Hu Shi and Chen Zhongfu's group never thought that they would succeed, they just worked so hard, but the fact is that they did change history.

"There is no doubt about the literary revolution!

and prepare to be an athlete.

To go through the ages, open up a hundred generations

, rot him,

and return me magically.

For Greater China, to create a new literature

, who does Cao want to let in this industry?"

In the mighty verses,

the picture changes.

This time, it was Mr. Tree.

Since 1912, Mr. Shu has been on his 14-year career.

The sea was up and down, and he didn't feel happy, and even felt bored.

1916 was like a huge dark room, suffocating and numb to them.

He began to transcribe ancient inscriptions.

The dense text is very much like a numb people in today's society.

He once took up the pen and used it as a weapon to wake up the world.

But after a long time, he found that this path did not work, or rather, his strength alone was too shallow.

Morale is low and depressed.

This ancient inscription has become the only way for Mr. Tree to relieve boredom and loneliness.

It's like a calm volcano, accumulating and accumulating.

However, he believed that volcanoes would erupt.

Burst out of passion and burn fighting spirit.

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.