- Mo Ye walked briskly in the direction pointed by Shi Yi, still thinking in his heart: Brother Xiao Yi has completed his studies in Xuelu, and it has only been less than half a year since he returned to Kyoto, and he has been able to get acquainted with Uncle Wu for a shorter period of time through his introduction, less than a month, how can he understand Uncle Wu's style of behavior in detail and go deep into this kind of process?

Soon walked to the top of the mound, Mo Ye had just stood still, and before she could collect her thoughts, she suddenly felt that something broke through the air and went straight to her side face. Judging by the slight movement of the breeze on the cheeks, that thing should have a sharp tip.

Mo Ye's gaze swept keenly to one place, but her tilting of her head was only a momentary matter, and she quickly leaned back, avoiding the rapid flying artifact stabbing at the temple on the side of her head, and at the same time, her hand holding the shoulder basket also moved.

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Standing in front of the tomb not far away, Shi Yi, who was originally going to see Mo Ye leave, saw that the girl with a bamboo basket who had just walked on the ridge was only a little sluggish, and then she was like the magpie he saw just now, her eyes moved sensitively, as if she had discovered some danger.

Immediately afterward, she leaned back and immediately became like an upside-down fishhook. When the figure was restored, the moment the girl raised her hand, she had already clasped her fingers and crushed the bamboo basket that was carried in the crook of her arm—as if the basket was made of paper—and the girl held the basket that had become a ball of broken bamboo strips in her palm as if she were crumpling waste paper, and ran towards a place.

Hercules... Shi Yi couldn't help but mutter.

The girl had only hurried a few steps, and not far in front of her, a black shadow suddenly appeared, as if it had come out of the ground.

Seeing this sudden change, Shi Yi's face was still relatively calm, and he didn't worry about anything. Then he saw the girl throw out a ball of bamboo strips that had been rubbed in her palm for a long time......

At this point. Shi Yicai turned around and muttered: Or...... Should she be called a violent woman?

No longer looking at Mo Ye's side, the scene in Shi Yi's line of sight is the grave in front of him that has a thick layer of thatched grass - or, because there is no corpse in it, to be exact, this is just a mound?

This year's spring came nearly a month earlier than last year, and the thatch that withered and yellowed in the depths of winter has been covered by the tender green stubble that has just grown. Some of the thatched grass has even begun to pluck the tender ears.

Shi Yi looked at the grass on the tomb stack swaying in the wind, and couldn't help but imagine that when the thatch ears grew old, white velvet flowers bloomed. This wild cemetery, where most of the poor people are buried, so there are few monuments, will definitely become very beautiful.

The white thatch flowers float like mist on the blue thatch leaves, and when the wind blows, they are like snow foam from the ground to the sky. It's like the white glow, which is renovated every year in early summer.

If there is another fog in the morning, then the realm is even better. It seems that sometimes the dead are more likely to pick a place to live than the living, maybe because of the difference in life and death, the realm naturally becomes different, right? Shi Yi thought so in his heart, and looked around Siye again.

The two figures that Mo Ye was chasing after Wu Shu had already left this area, but Shi Yi did not do what he had just said to Mo Ye. As soon as she left, he also went back, but sat down cross-legged in front of Mo Ye's mound for Lin Shanxiu.

There was a moment of silence. Shi Yi suddenly sighed softly: Mr. Lin, why did you die suddenly?

In the tone in which he said this, it was difficult to find a trace of sadness, but the mood of the game was more obvious. It seems that the death of Lin Shan, which represents not the melting of a life. It's a kind of hard standard setting in the game, and it's nothing after it's passed. But you can do it all over again.

After saying the sentence just now, Shi Yi was silent for a long time, he seemed to be thinking about something. In this kind of silent thinking, he suddenly folded a thatch, held it in his mouth, pursed his lips and loosened them, and his eyes looked down at the tip of the blade of grass and shook.

He was a little distracted, and he reached out into his arms again, and he didn't take out anything for a long time, but he came back to his senses, smiled to himself, and said secretly: Without cigarettes, it's impossible to even play with a lighter, this kind of man's hard work, Mr. Lin, will you have it?

Shi Yi didn't know, because in the few times he had only seen Lin Shan, he had never seen Lin Shan light a cigarette with a fire fold.

It seems that many things have a cause and effect, which may not be visible for the time being when you are in a local area, but when you look at it, it is still the same truth. Shi Yi spoke softly, and when he said this, he paused slightly, and looked into the distance, watching the number of people burning money and sweeping tombs in the wild cemetery gradually increased, and the smoke became thicker.

I don't know if these incinerated money can go with the smoke and really become a currency that can be used in the underworld?

In the past, Shi Yi felt that this statement was pure fantasy, and it was still a very boring fantasy, he only admitted that after the paper was burned, it would turn into ashes, or the worst potash fertilizer, but it was the large area of forest that was burned every year because of the Qingming tomb sweeping and lighting candles and burning paper, which was the most obvious loss of economic materials.

Fortunately, a certain consciousness in the tomb sweeping culture, for some reason, is quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in today's era when science is very outdated.

It may be because the people in this era do not have more ways to make a living than the people of the era in which he once lived, and mainly rely on the natural environment of the mountains and forests to store water and cultivate the living conditions, so that people are more dependent on and consciously protect the largest natural facilities such as forests.

Of course, this kind of advanced thinking may still be advocated by someone in the world, so it will be fully involved in the laws of this era, not only ordinary people have this kind of consciousness, Kyoto Prefecture has also trained a group of officers and soldiers, and even the natural lightning and forest fires, the government has sent people to put out the fire in time.

But if there are really advanced ideas from another world, or to be more precise, the future world, to participate in the construction of the current world in advance across time, is it really no problem? Won't it be quietly erased by the inherent course of history?

Because something happened to him, Shi Yi often couldn't help but start thinking about some questions. If these questions were left on him in the past, he would definitely feel ridiculous, belonging to the kind of dreamy images that only girls love to imagine.

But now, Shi Yi can be sure that when he opened his eyes three years ago, he was not still in a dream, but indeed living in reality, but in another real world.

Although there are many problems in this world, it is not as good as the world in which I used to live. The main cause of the problem lies in two words: backwardness.

But at least I'm still alive, I still have five senses and action, and I can make friends and do what I love.

If you were still in the same world, you should be dead, right?

No matter how advanced the medical science in that world is, it should not be able to save the serious injury of the brain stem from being penetrated by lead bullets......

Paralysis, the last breath of air he breathed in his previous life, and the pain of his head being pierced by two bullets at once, that head should be more ugly than a broken watermelon. Fortunately, this pair of flesh and bones in this life is not bad, and if it grows for a few years, it will not be worse than in the previous life.

Shi Yi, who was muttering to himself, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the back of his head. I secretly thought: It's better to be alive, no matter how much money is in front of me in the future, I won't do that kind of thing again. Making money with your life is not called making money, right! There is no point in earning the reward that is not spent.

It's just that my job search resume in my previous life was really too weak. Don't treat retired special forces as talents...... Fortunately, he died in his previous life, although his mental memory is still there, and he is still a little frightened in retrospect, but he did not hold a disability certificate to continue to live in his previous life and rely on welfare payments, which is already a blessing in misfortune.

But how did you get here?

If there is a god who controls this qiē, then it is the reason or obligation for him to come here. What exactly?

Will I be sent back if I don't do it within the allotted time? Or is it a violation of the rules of the game, and it will be erased from time and space without a reason and no buffer period?

Alas...... In my previous life, I listened to those IT maniacs dressed like neurotics, predicting the year 2202. The holographic game warehouse can technically achieve the ability to search for brainwaves to participate in the registration of game accounts, and 90% of human beings are immortal in the virtual world.

Although he lived in a world in his previous life, medical technology has reached the point where he can search for memory fragments from vegetative brain cells, and in this way, he has cracked many forged suicide notes and provided the police with a lot of silent evidence. But after 47 years, will this technology really evolve to the level that the IT maniacs say?

If you don't die. It may be seen that even in an environment where humans must inhale industrial oxygen for two hours a day to breathe normally for a day, it should not be difficult to live to the age of seventy or eighty with the physique honed by special forces training in his previous life.

That's it, that's it, although many things in this era are very backward, such as a common cold and fever, a problem that can be solved by a pill in a previous life, is likely to kill people in this era, but this era does not need to inhale industrial oxygen every day, and if you don't get sick, you need to take amino acid pills every day, and there are no perverted firearms that can implode after hitting people in this era...... It's already pretty good.

It's just that this qiē is really real, not a re-enactment? But why can't I find the slightest physical evidence that can confirm the existence of this era?

Or is this era parallel to the era in which I live, so the history in the textbooks cannot be used and attached to the present world?

But if you do something that violates the rules of time and space in such an era, will you be ruthlessly erased? Although this time and space may have nothing to do with the future life in which you live, there must still be a future life that is derived from this life, because the backwardness of the society and culture of this world is too inconsistent with the development process of human civilization.

As long as there is industry that helps the scientific process, the science that I was exposed to in my previous life will definitely be reproduced, and it is only a matter of time difference.

If the subsequent development results of the present world have been formed, then with one's own strength, even if it strangely transcends the time layer, it is impossible to change the historical antecedents, and it is likely that when you try to do so, you will be erased by the power of the historical process of self-preservation.

If you want not to violate the rules, you must first understand the order of the rules, but what is the historical process of this world? It doesn't seem to have much to do with the history I learned in my previous life.

Except that most of the lines and words are the same, the names of the objects are roughly the same, and some of the institutional titles are also roughly the same - but these are all laws that must be found in the society constituted by human beings, just as cigarettes in the past life can travel to every corner of the earth, and every country has a government department - but the origin of this era, the change of dynasties, and even the ancient myths are different from what I learned in my previous life.

Even in the geographical territory of the activities of this era, there are some places that are different from the previous life.

In addition to the sun and moon overhead, the soil that can be planted under your feet. There is also the ocean to the east, which can clearly confirm that it still lives on Earth.

Shi Yi looked up at the sky, then at the tomb in front of him, and said in a daze: Mr. Lin, are you really dead?

This question was also asked by Mo Ye in his heart more than once in the way of sitting in front of the grave. It's just that when Mo Ye asked this question, the cause tended to be more of an expression of mood, mainly sad, and mixed with some disbelief. And Shi Yi asked, the starting point was one of his assumptions.

The Lin family's old house was burned to the foundation of a ruin. Shi Yi secretly went to see it, although he couldn't imagine the whole picture of the original checkpoints in the house, but these mechanisms were built on the ground. Some of the graphic science contained in it does not seem to resemble the rules of architecture of the day.

Because Shi Yi's architecture in his previous life was only a little scratchy, he couldn't completely determine whether Lin Shan was from the same place as him.

However, until he found the sword, Lin Shan would never take it off. The soft sword embedded in the belt, his concept changed a little, and an idea that he was about to give up was picked up by him again.

The hilt of the sword had been burned, but the body had not melted, but it had been soaked with some of the iron of this era after being burned with a slurry of metal. After cooling, it is welded together with several stones. If Shi Yi hadn't recognized the small section of the sword exposed, the scale letters revealed, maybe he would have been the same as the officers and soldiers of Kyoto Prefecture who were doing aftermath work on the foundation of the Lin family's old mansion back then. Ignore such things.

In Shi Yi's eyes, Lin Shan's sword can no longer be called a sword, but a drawing ruler.

When Shi Yi quietly pried away the iron block connected to the stone, he spent a lot of money. When he found an iron shop and melted it, he was able to take out the sword. The owner of the iron shop was also greatly relieved. Because he also thought that it was a ruler, not a murder weapon, so he helped Shi Yi melt this piece of iron, which was not considered a violation of today's law.

Shi Yi can easily see this ruler in his previous life, it is a common item for architects, there are lighter quality of silicified plastic material, as well as steel plate material specially used for field surveys, Lin Shan's ruler belongs to the latter, and with this quality, even in the previous life, it is also a genuine double material of the best steel.

In the past, when Shi Yi had not yet retired, in the process of field survival training, he and several comrades-in-arms used this kind of steel ruler as both a measuring tool and a barbecue stick, and the double steel was tough, stainless steel, and did not conduct heat -- the key is that it was definitely not a product of the era in which he was reborn after death.

It's just that I don't know what utensils Lin Shan used, so he actually opened a sharp edge for this steel ruler.

You know, in the previous life, if you wanted to write on glass without damaging the glass, you had to use synthetic diamond, that is, artificial diamonds, at worst, and in this era, to open this double steel, the incision is still so neat, and the tools used are probably not simple.

All kinds of examples vaguely point Lin Shan's life experience to another time and space. Perhaps many people in the world thought that Lin Shan was a genius, but in Shi Yi's thinking environment, this was more like the result of a person moving the science of later generations.

So he was not accommodated by the order of this space-time, so he was erased without leaving a trace?

But his ruler is still there! Why hasn't it been erased together?

Shi Yi spit out the thatch in his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on the hem of his clothes, looked at the grassy grave again, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

Before you know it, you've been dead for three years. Shi Yi lowered his eyes, and finally there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

However, at this time, if there is still a person standing next to him who knows his feelings, after listening to the half of what he said later, it must not be difficult to deduce that his sadness is still not because he regrets Lin Shan's death, but because he is sad for himself, and he has missed the opportunity to talk to his fellow countrymen who may only have it once.

If you're still alive, can you answer my question? Maybe you can't, otherwise how could you step on the inviolable laws of this time and space and be erased? After saying this, Shi Yi suddenly remembered the small bottle that Mo Ye was buried in the tomb.

He had heard Mo Ye say that Lin Shan cherished that little bottle very much during his lifetime. Whenever he was pondering, he would take out the small bottle and rub it in the palm of his hand. Or when he has free time, he will take out the bottle and stroke it carefully, and soon fall into deep thought.

He also heard Mo Ye say that the bottle had two layers, inside and outside. And the mouth of the bottle is closed, and it seems to be a welding technique - isn't that a vacuum glass bottle that is formed at one time?

What's the mystery in that bottle?

Shi Yi suddenly felt a hint of the urge to dig a grave - anyway, this is not a real grave, and if it is dug, it will not offend anyone, oh no, it is a ghost who may have zài.

But he quickly gave up this idea again, because he pondered for a moment, what was sealed with this kind of utensils and this method was probably medicine! Then even if he took it out now, it wouldn't be of much use. It's better to let it continue to save the zài grave, when you get some serious illness in the future. It can be taken out for emergency relief.

Just when Shi Yi had several thoughts floating through his mind one after another, he gradually thought of this grave exhumation, and unconsciously stood at the head of the grave for a long time. He suddenly felt someone tap him on the back.

At this moment, his first thought was that it was a ghost who was filming him, just because the disrespectful things he was thinking about just now angered a spiritual creature.

All of a sudden. Shi Yi's shoulders were stiff, his neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to look back, but fortunately, before he could turn back, he heard a voice coming from behind him, and what he said was also human. He breathed a sigh of relief again.

Young man, the deceased is gone, let's mourn by the way. Speaking voice. It gave Shi Yi a very strange feeling.

Shi Yi turned around and saw a woman about forty years old.

The woman's eyes were a little red, and she must have just cried. But today, in this place, all the grave sweepers come here, and several new graves are added every year. Paying tribute to the deceased relatives will involve a sad feeling. It is also normal.

But this woman herself had just cried, and now she came to persuade him to mourn, which always seemed a little strange. If there was a mirror on the side at this time, Shi Yi felt that his face must not have as much sorrow as this woman.

But others are always kind and kind-hearted, Shi Yi accepted it in his heart, so he put on a set of etiquette learned in this era, waved his hand and said: Thank you for this aunt, Xiaosheng remembered.

Auntie?

The woman's heart fluttered when she heard these two words, but on the surface she was only a little sluggish. In her reddened and somewhat tired eyes, the slightest sign of sluggishness was not obvious.

The woman nodded slightly, and watched Shi Yi leave after saying goodbye, and she also walked slowly to another tomb.

When the woman saw Shi Yi walking away, her figure completely disappeared behind a forest, and she had already walked around the wide cemetery, and in the bamboo basket hanging from her forearm, there was no shortage of incense, candles, and paper. Then, she slowly returned to the place where she had advised Shi Yi to mourn just now.

As she knelt down on her knees in front of the tomb, tears began to roll down her eyes.

When the woman burned incense and burned the money, she kept her lips tightly and did not make a sound, but she could not close her eyes, so she could not stop the tears from flowing.

When all the money in the basket had been burned, the woman seemed to be a little tired from her knees, and moved a little. But she didn't stand up then, just kept kneeling, her body relaxed a little, and sat on her heels.

The woman had something to say about the person represented by the mound, and she couldn't help but want to say it, so she didn't want to leave so soon.

Childe, you must send the servant away and send Ma An back because you already knew at that time that your trip back to Beijing was unlucky?

But...... If you know this, why do you still take Ye'er with you?

I hope you have a spirit in the sky, don't blame the maidservant, I really don't worry that Ye'er is so close to that woman, I guess she almost knows, Ye'er is in Kyoto. If I upset you, you can punish you, but I decided to do it anyway.

Even if it's not to repay the kindness of the young lady, I just think of it as a righteous daughter who protects me, and if you don't agree, I don't care.

The woman knelt down for a long time in front of the green thatched grave and said a great deal. If the graveyards could respond to her, maybe it was the rustle of the grass as it swayed in the wind?

As soon as the sun broke through the clouds, the wind in the cemetery was a little stronger. The sound of the grass swinging everywhere obscured the woman's whispering by more than half, and made her look more and more like a bereaved widow, speaking at the grave a word that only she could understand.

This kind of nonsense went on for about half an hour, and the woman was finally willing to stand up. Maybe she had been kneeling for too long, and when she walked away with the empty basket, her steps were a little limping, and her back looked a little trance-like.

Where she went, there was a simple sedan chair parked, but looking at the two sedan chair drivers and a guard, the direction of their eyes indicated that they were coming to pick her up.

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The kung fu of receiving the hidden weapon, a year ago, Wu Shu began to teach Mo Ye.

Mo Yeyun has been practicing the "Qianzhao Sutra" for almost three years, and those who have personally understood martial arts will naturally have a perception in their hearts, only adjusting and using the way of breathing, and not mastering the actual practice of external moves and weapons, which will always make people have a sense of suspense, formlessness and non-appearance. Only by merging and unifying the changes in the inner qi path and the external movement can this sense of floating be firmly settled.

However, Wu Shu was always reluctant to teach Mo Ye kung fu such as weapon moves.

So Mo Ye could only try it by himself and collect external exercises. There are so many martial arts halls in Kyoto, and she is not unaware of the wall-climbing skills she has been familiar with since she was a child, although she has only mastered the foundation of the Jingyi Gong Fa at present, but with this body, it is enough to help her climb over the walls of the ordinary compound and the hands and feet are as light as a cat and mouse.

However, the result of her attempts to practice only made her feel clearer and agreed with Wu Shudi's warning, and the external practice methods she collected were always out of rhythm with the scriptures she cultivated internally, the "Qianzhao Sutra". This is like when she wants to stretch out her arms and stab out with a sword according to the moves of a certain sword technique, the breathing technique she cultivates internally is still only mobilizing the qi luck in the meridians of her whole body and slowly making circular movements.

In this way, not only could not help her to unite her internal and external strength, and deviated from the staggered exercises, but also made her sometimes act as if she was paralyzed by a disability, and mistakes and omissions were frequent.

Soon, Mo Ye gave up on this attempt.

One exercise is practiced quietly for two days a day, without interruption.

Mo Ye was also suspicious at first, and occasionally she wanted to give up practicing in an irritable mood, but when she thought that she had never been able to find out the slightest trace of her life experience, and there might be hidden enemies of her ancestors, as well as the matter of her master, whether she would take revenge for this or not, at least she must find out!

The sense of instability of wandering, as well as a trace of hatred sealed in the bottom of his heart and never forgotten, made Mo Ye not hesitate, must choose, and firmly follow the path he chose.

Her choice was explained to Master on the night she asked to come to Kyoto with Master, and she also told Wu Shu later, but no matter how many times she said it to several people, it was not as clear and profound as she personally implemented it, and the feelings she brought to herself were clear and profound.

Walking out step by step with such a firm and steady dìng, day by day, her mind became more and more calm. It was the ideal she pursued in her heart that made her choose such a life, but on the contrary, it was this kind of life, and in the past three years, a very flat and sharp grinding has been formed on her character-

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