Jiang Yunyao was very worried.

She pinched the petals, tossed and turned, and thought a little distracted.

Gradually, she felt her body flutter, as if she had broken away from her shell and floated. At her feet are layers of rockeries and houses, as well as small maids who come and go. She floated past the rockeries, floated through a cloister, and stood in the bustling streets. There were people everywhere here, and occasionally a few pointed at her and said, "This is the stupid girl in the Zheng clan."

Jiang Yunyao is a spirit.

The sunlight pierced through her palms and shone on the ground, but it didn't leave a shadow. She could be seen by the people around her, but as soon as she held on to the wall, the wall passed through her palm without hindrance, as easily as if it were through a mist.

It seems that he is out of his body.

Out-of-body states weren't uncommon, at least that's what her master said. At that time, the master was still a chattering middle-aged Taoist aunt, living in her house and eating and drinking in the autumn breeze, and taught her all the skills by the way. Master said that modern talents are withering, and it is not easy to meet a seedling, so we must cultivate it well. Oh, Ah Yao is optimistic, this is yin, this is yang, this is out-of-body ......

As soon as Master's words fell, two identical masters appeared in front of him.

At that time, she was still young, and she felt that everything was new, so she walked around the two masters. The two masters looked exactly the same, even the voices were the same, but one could touch the entity, and the other could not touch anything. The fluttering master said to her that when she had the opportunity, she would naturally be able to go out of her body; Once she succeeds, it means that she has touched the threshold of the hexagram god, and no matter how hard she works, she will succeed.

So, this is what it means to touch the threshold of the hexagram god?

Yun Yao was a little excited, carefully avoiding those people/streams, and walked towards the city gate.

The defenders at the gates were a little listless, and their armor and clothing were a little old. She saw that they were using spears, no Mo knives, no Xuan armor or Mingguang armor, and it was clear that it was not the Tang Dynasty. Just now she heard the old lady talk about "the first emperor was young and heroic, but later he was hollowed out by wine", does that mean Emperor Yang of Sui? No, no, Emperor Yang of Sui did not lead anyone to fight the Turks......

Therefore, this is neither the Sui Dynasty nor the Tang Dynasty, but the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties before the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Northern and Southern Dynasties, that era of war and absurdity everywhere!

Yun Yao sighed mournfully and walked towards the city wall on the other side. Without much effort, she floated over the high walls and landed in the grove outside the city. In the distance, there was a faint sound of fighting and shouting, like someone scolding loudly, and like the chirping of an eagle.

Yun Yao picked a direction and drifted towards the wilderness.

At her feet stood a black oppressive soldier, neatly holding spears and shields, with solemn expressions, as if waiting for the opportunity to attack. The rumbling drums resounded over the wilderness, and the sergeants let out short shouts, low and deep, with a clear momentum. A red horse rushed out from among the sergeants, drew his bow and arrows, and a cluster of arrows swept away from the opposite side with a sneering sound.

An arrow hit the throat, and the blood rose to the sky like a long practice.

Stains of blood were splattered on the dark or old armor on the other side, and some people were furious and thundered, and let out a beast-like roar.

A loud Turkic voice resounded through the military formation, like a bone-eating spell. The whistle was accompanied by soaring goshawks, snowy scimitars, and bows/crossbows, which lowered their bodies and surged across the vast wilderness.

"Turkic." The general on horseback sneered, took the lead in sprinting with a long/gun in his hand.

"Kill—"

Chariots, shields, and black-pressed sergeants were constantly crushing the opposite side. Yun Yao looked at it for a moment, then felt a little unbearable, so she floated to a flagpole and covered her eyes with her hands.

This kind of fierce battlefield is still too bloody for a modern soul.

A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, the sound of fierce fighting, the scorn of knives into the flesh, and the increasingly fierce rumbling of war drums...... She had never felt death so much, even if she had died once in her previous life, it was not cruel.

This is probably the so-called, you don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the white bones in ancient times?

Yun Yao thought for a moment in a trance, and then floated back in a trance. She walked through the bustling streets, the cascades of houses, and returned to the room she had been in. Suddenly, her body shook, the petals in her hand fluttered and fell, and the woman on the low couch also woke up.

"You, you......" The step-lady pointed at her with a shocked and incredulous expression.

Yun Yao brushed the corner of her clothes, took out a pair of scissors from the bookcase, and twisted the rope in two clicks. When she was rummaging through the house just now, she had already made the furnishings in the house clear. She took the scissors in her hand, took two steps forward, and grinned, "Mother." ”

The step-lady shrunk down on the couch and screamed, "Don't come here! ”

That's a fool, who knows what she's going to do!

Yun Yao giggled twice, tilted her head to look at the step-lady, pointed to the furnishings in the room all the way and said: "Luozi, brocade quilt, pillow, rouge gouache, bookcase, makeup, every one of them is harmful." You say, if my father and grandmother knew—"

The step-lady looked at her coldly and scolded, "What are you going to do?" She paused, then continued, "No one will believe you." ”

Yun Yao grinned and said, "Yes, no one will believe me, am I a fool?" She approached the step-lady with scissors in her hand, pressed the cold blade to her cheek, and whispered, "But if I want my mother to stay in this room, or send my mother to the Turkic army, let the Turks ravage her. Trampled to death—" This was what the step-lady had just said, and she repeated it one by one.

The step-lady almost collapsed: "What are you going to do?!" ”

Yun Yao shook her head and said, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to get some justice." Her stepmother hated her mother, and because this body looked like her mother, she poured all her hatred into herself, if she didn't get some justice, she really couldn't live with the original girl.

The step-lady looked at her in astonishment, with a faint fear in her eyes: "You, your madness is cured?" ”