Duan Mingyu's consciousness gradually came to his senses: "Am I hospitalized?" It was really unfortunate to be hit by a truck, it was really unlucky...... "Just thinking of this, suddenly some chaotic thoughts came one after another, and a large amount of information poured into his mind, he was in the late Tang Dynasty at the moment, the second year of the Tang Dynasty, and his identity was a champion, a three-yuan and the first character.

Carefully sorting out the information that suddenly appeared in his mind, Duan Mingyu began to recall what happened before, he was a graduate of the history department, and he was repeatedly rejected by the company, and he failed to apply again that day, drank a lot of wine, and then crossed the road by himself, and then a Dongfeng truck came to him for a close contact...... It turns out that you must not drink alcohol when you are in a bad mood, and you can't make a fuss on the road even if you don't get a job, the consequences are quite serious, and it is very likely that you will accidentally cross over.

Duan Mingyu sorted out the information that suddenly appeared in his mind, Duan Mingyu never thought that such a strange thing would happen to him, his lips trembled, but he couldn't even say a word. Those chaotic thoughts melted into his memories again, making his mind even more confused......

I...... I actually crossed over! Traveled to a champion with the same name and surname as himself. However, this champion is a little unlucky, his parents died since he was a child, he has no relatives and no reason, relying on a ruthless force, he won the high school champion in the first year of Guangming. So the spring breeze proud champion Lang returned to his hometown, from the capital Chang'an to his hometown Bianliang, there is a saying called happiness and sorrow, this champion Lang has not had time to return to Chang'an after a handful of scenery. The vigorous Huangchao Rebellion in history reached a height that was difficult for Tang Xizong Li Yu to suppress. In the second year after Zhuangyuanlang had just spent a Spring Festival in Bianzhou, that is, in the first year of Zhonghe, the Huangchao rebel army broke through Chang'an, and Tang Xizong was forced to flee Sichuan. For a while, the beautiful champion Lang was gorgeously hung aside by Tang Xizong, so he could only squat in Bianliang and wait for Tang Xizong to recover from the nightmare of Huangchao's judgment and be crowned with an official and a half-post.

This year, another fucking year, that is, the second year of Zhonghe, in this year, Zhuang Yuanlang borrowed wine all day to drown his sorrows, in order to make a living, sold his family's two acres of thin fields, no one will be kind to pity a down-and-out scholar, even if you are the champion. Fortunately, Cheng Zhiyuan, who was the assassin of Bianliang at the time, had a good relationship with Zhuang Yuanlang, and helped him three times and twice.

It was not until the night before Duan Mingyu crossed over that Zhuang Yuanlang was so drunk that his hands trembled and knocked down the kerosene lamp, and the house naturally caught fire. Fortunately, although his hands were trembling, his legs were quite flexible, and he fled the fire scene with a disgraced face. Zhuang Yuanlang looked up to the sky and sighed, people have lived to this point, it is really bad luck and bad fate. Champion Lang was disheartened and had the idea of suicide, didn't he dare to set fire to death once, did Lao Tzu commit suicide by diving into the water? It just so happens that there is a Bianhe River on the outskirts of Bianliang, well, it completely meets the conditions for suicide, but this god seems to be specifically against this champion, and he doesn't even die according to his wishes. Champion Lang, who had just walked to the suburbs, tripped over a small stone, and the place where he fell was unfortunate, and there was another sharp stone, so Champion Lang suffered an intracranial hemorrhage, and he had a glorious burp in less than three minutes. Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingyu, who was as unlucky as himself, and who was as unlucky as himself when he was drunk and mishap, came and crossed over.

Duan Mingyu rubbed his temples, Yo Xi, things turned out to be like this, an old monk passed on the skills of this champion for thirty years, and he was rescued by a person named Xu Zuye back to his home. Presumably, with your own understanding of history, you can find a backer in the future, and you will be able to mix well, and now ...... I'm so hungry!

Duan Mingyu cooked a pot of porridge at Xu Zuye's house, and after gobbling up half a pot, he patted his stomach contentedly, hey, I haven't eaten for more than a thousand years, I didn't expect to be so hungry, sin, sin!

Then Duan Mingyu changed into Xu Zuye's clothes, and went to Bianliang City to walk around inside and out, in the past and present life, cause and effect, although Duan Mingyu is very unlucky, but at least he understands a truth, after getting drunk, he must take a taxi when he goes home, if he really has no money, it is better to take the bus, it is better than burping and threading, no beer, no cigarettes, no mobile phones, no computers, no karaoke, no night and night companionship of Mr. Sora Aoi, life, can you be sad and not ......

Duan Mingyu turned to the evening in Bianliang City in a daze, and finally accepted this indisputable fact, if you come to it, you should be safe, it's time to find a way to live for yourself, fortunately, Duan Mingyu liked to read martial arts novels the most during his lifetime, and especially liked Li Xunhuan, with a knife in hand, and a worthy demeanor.

So, secretly carrying the whole family to practice flying knives diligently, I like to use flying knives to carve some clogs or something on weekdays, now, hehe, clogs, this new thing, must be on fire, because Lao Tzu is a person who drives a plug-in, produced by Brother Duan, must be boutique, wow Ka Ka, this champion is going to do a great project today, and he wants to become a trendsetter at the forefront of the times and fashion...... Most importantly, I must first thank the great Gu Longda, and thank you for accompanying me through my childhood "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

When Duan Mingyu returned to Xu Zuye's house, the world was already covered with a layer of night, and at this time, Duan Mingyu had already held a bunch of wood scraped everywhere in his hand, ready to return to his old business - making clogs. In fact, it is also wooden slippers, but in ancient times, cough cough, we have to change the elegant expression.

When passing by the door of Xu Zuye's house, Duan Mingyu inevitably saw the deep black hole, the ancestors, you are a plank, from such a high sky, smashed such a big pit, fortunately, the queen mother blessed, at least there is no missing arms and legs or something. Duan Mingyu smiled bitterly in his heart and pushed the door in. Xu Zuye has not come back yet, and the house is very large, with three houses. Duan Mingyu walked to his room, the room was furnished with a wooden bed for Kegong to sleep alone, a set of ordinary tables and chairs, it was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, alas, not to mention the pen, ink, paper and inkstone commonly used by literati in this room, there was not even a cheap oil lamp, and in desperation, with the bright moonlight, Duan Mingyu picked up a piece of wood that looked unsatisfactory, and began to carve clogs calmly.

This work requires great patience and skill, Duan Mingyu's calm hand holds the knife tightly, not in a hurry, first cut into a plate, and then carefully carves it into a foot plate, and carves the edge of the edge with a pattern......

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