Li Douzhan's house is much more luxurious than Cao Chuan's, at least it has a complete kitchen and bathroom, a two-bedroom apartment of 30 square meters, a floor, a first floor, which is convenient for him to dump goods at ordinary times.

Cao Chuan first made room for himself when he entered the door, threw all the mechanism money and dung pit porcelain under the bed, turned out a set of Li Douzhan covers and put them away, and then sat down and waited for the wine.

After the wine and food were arranged, the two of them touched a glass first and drank it, Cao Chuan directly turned out his wallet after drinking, took out the card and threw it over: "You know the password, my birthday, I took your money at the beginning, even if it was repaid, whether it was enough or not, that's all." ”

Li Douzhan rolled his eyes and stared at Cao Chuan, and only sneered for a long time: "Hmph," he chewed his ears and mouths, and said: "As soon as I saw you today, I knew that something was wrong, that deflated appearance, as if I had just had a baby, you pretended slowly, and there was a time when you were noisy to tell your brother." ”

Cao Chuan smiled faintly and raised his glass: "Come, go again." ”

After a night, the two of them got up early in the morning, Cao Chuan helped Li Douzhan move all the goods used in the stall to the electric tricycle, and then went back to take a shower and eat, and then seemed to walk out leisurely.

There was no purpose, so he wandered around Hangzhou in winter, full of depression that he couldn't talk to, and it wasn't until he went back in the afternoon that he found that shopping didn't solve any problems, even if it was the first time in several years that he gave himself a long vacation.

Thinking about it at night, he tossed and turned at the bedside, and finally decided to go around the temples and Taoist temples tomorrow. Maybe some of the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas can help him and take away the goods from his fingers—someone is no longer materialistic, since that day three months ago.

There was nothing to say all night, and he got up early to refuse Li Douzhan's proposal to practice stalls together, and the two went out and parted ways, Cao Chuan carried a travel bag, felt a little cold and turned out a windbreaker to wrap it in, went directly to the West Railway Station, got on a medium bus at will, and was pulled all the way to the foot of Tianmu Mountain Scenic Area.

He just wants to find a place where no one is now, and then quietly wait for the ring to come out, the psychological construction has been solid enough in the past few months, and now he is afraid that something will be seen by others.

So he deviated from the main road, walked along the scenic trail to see, along the way to enjoy the waterfall and flowing spring of Tianmu Mountain, the strange stone of the sea of clouds, going around and around, has gone out I don't know how far, the mountain road is getting more and more dangerous, inadvertently, climbed through a steep road, and saw an abandoned stone platform in the middle of the mountain.

After taking a walk around the deserted mid-mountain, Cao Chuan felt that this place was good, the scenery was beautiful, and it was suitable for walking corpses. So he put down his bag, sat down on a stone in the open field, and turned over the ring on his hand.

In the mirror of the ring, the thin yellow line has been completely connected into a circle, and it is still rotating.

"No, nothing happened?" Cao Chuan muttered, and as he spoke, he used the thumb of his right hand to gently rub the black mirror on the back of his left finger.

At this moment, his pupils began to contract suddenly, and a pitch-black dot appeared in front of his eyes, which instantly expanded into a faint white aura, and the light around him dimmed violently, and Cao Chuan himself had been engulfed in the moment when the white light expanded......

......

The wind and the sun are beautiful, drinking wine and eating meat, and the old and young masters in the screen village will all gather in the mountain field to eat and drink.

The uncle's official name is Zhou Tong, he is thirty years old and five, and he took over the chair from the dying old village owner a few years ago, and the village has been prosperous in the past few years.

The second master, Chen Huoding, has a leopard head and small eyes, a beard and horizontal meat, and is arguing with Lu Jiaofang.

Zhou Tong saw that Chen Er was short of words, and began to blow his beard and stare at him, so he laughed, stood up and picked up the wine bowl and shouted: "Brothers, it's done!" After speaking, he raised his head and took a sip of the local brew in the bowl, and the rest of the people didn't care about the noise, and raised the bowl one after another and drank in unison.

Before Uncle Zhou sat back, the people in the entire mountain field seemed to be pointed at by the immortals, and they were silent in an instant. Everyone stiffly maintained the action just now like a clay wooden tire, and sixty percent of them opened their mouths wide, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the flat ground in the middle.

The gorgeous light and shadow effects completely calmed the scene.

Just a moment ago, a dazzling white circle of light burst out in the middle of the field, and something seemed to be spinning inside, and the next moment, the aperture rose violently, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared - that is, there was one more person in the same place.

The first time Cao Chuan was down-to-earth, he had already seen the middle-aged man in front of the opposite chair, with a blue thick cloth robe, a bun on his head, about thirty years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a short beard under his chin, staring at himself with a painful face, as if this guy was suffering from hemorrhoids, and his eyes were protruding.

The middle-aged man was a short and dumpty man in a black robe.

The same hair is tied in a bun, the image can be set on a 1.58 meter version of Zhang Fei, his dark face is full of grass and beard, his body is very strong at a glance, his shoulders are wide and his back is thick, he is dressed in a short dress, and he is very capable of fighting.

However, Cao Chuan believed that this was a patient. Because his arm was shaking all the time, and the bowl he was holding was dripping water on the ground, he thought that this man might have had polio.

The empty mid-mountain turned into a small square with a wall in an instant, and there were a few more stone houses, and a corner of the eaves could be seen on the mountainside extending behind the square, surrounded by a circle of short men with hair buns, "I'm in the fake crew?" What about the director? For a moment, Cao Chuan thought he was on the set.

"It turned out to be a crossing, this Nima is really a noble character, and the ring has brought him to ancient times!" The next moment someone finally understood.

Although in the fate of all the things I expected, the crossing is ranked in the last few, but in general, compared to the system to start the grandfather or something, this result doesn't seem to be bad?

The unknown is the most terrifying thing, at this moment, the hesitation and depression of many days were swept away, Cao Chuan suddenly felt that the stone in his chest was gone, and the shock and understanding brought by the crossing could not be ignored at the moment, and more than 20 years of life experience reminded himself that the first problem to be solved at the moment was probably the circle of people around him.

Tied in a bun, homespun robe, hideous face, not embarrassed, he also saw the knives, axes and spears on the shelves in the distance, it really looked like a group of bandits in costume films, and the makeup was quite fine......

Just as Cao Chuan slowly turned his head to look around, a sharp shout broke the silence of the scene: "Move!" ”

...... There was a bang, as if the corpses were piled up after the director shouted "click", and the dead people were all active in an instant.

Cao Chuan compared it with his second-hand Hangzhou dialect, and probably knew that the shout just now should be the word "move", although the voice was a little strange, but he could barely understand it.

The owner of Zhou Dazhai is now also inclined to see that the person in front of him is a living person, and if he looks closely, he is still a young man. He had a white face and beard, long hair hanging down his shoulders, and wore a strange grass-gray cardigan robe, and his body was large, and he was a head taller than the brothers in the village.