Today is the day of Qu Dashuai's departure, he signed an agreement according to the usual practice, wrote a suicide note, and held a small mobilization meeting, which made it a bit of a feeling that the wind and the water were cold, and the strong man was gone.

Qu Dashuai wore a civilian dress in the Three Kingdoms era (it turned out that he applied for a set of white horses and silver guns), with a long wig with a bun on his head, and was called to the stage by the leaders of the "Mediterranean" to speak, he also dragged the "Three Kingdoms" in his hand, and said: "Dear leaders, hello everyone, thank you for the cultivation of the party and the country, thank the leaders for their trust, I will definitely live up to expectations and complete the task!" The audience below was looking forward to what else was going to be exciting, or heartfelt, and who knew if he said, "Thank you, I'm done." ”

"Mediterranean" said: "Comrade Xiao Qu concisely and well summed up his past, present and future, and we applaud and encourage!" ”

With the end of the chirping applause, the group took their places and entered today's theme - crossing the Three Kingdoms.

"Mediterranean" and one of his young assistants took Qu Dashuai through the protective doors and entered a large space of 100 square meters, in the middle of which stood a boiler-like object with a diameter of 5 meters and a height of 10 meters, connecting all kinds of pipes and lines, which made people dazzled. The assistant walked over to a slot-like instrument with four handles, corresponding in turn to the numbers of the year XXXX, and he set the time to 208 A.D. according to the previous preset.

"Mediterranean" took out the transmitter, cautiously handed it to Qu Dashuai, and said: "I have adjusted the time on this transmitter to 209 years, one year is enough time for you to study the heroes of the grass boat borrowing arrows, young man, we are waiting for you to tell us the real historical story, haha." It starts clocking from the first day you get there, and an alarm will sound to alert you throughout the year. ”

"What if you lose it?"

"Hehe, then don't lose it."

“…… That's not a life of death. ”

"We believe in you, and you have to believe in yourself!"

There are a bunch of black lines on Qu Dashuai's head, this is simply a gamble. No, you must hide it, even if it is hidden in your body. It's still a bit difficult to think about.

"With your skill and wisdom, we believe that nothing is impossible." The leader of the "Mediterranean" half-pushed and half-pulled Qu Dashuai into the launch seat of the "big boiler" and fastened his seat belt with the help of his assistants, "Even if there is a case, you must believe in the party and the country, and it will not chill a hero's heart." ”

"That won't change the course of history because of me, will it?" Qu Dashuai said.

"Haha." The leader in the suit smiled wisely, "The grasshopper shakes the tree, which is ridiculous." The general trend of the world, together for a long time, must be divided, divided for a long time, Wang Mang usurped the dynasty, and in the end it was not a carp that crossed the river, in the dark, there is a heavenly master, any resistance, is just a small blister on the surface of the river. ”

Qu Dashuai muttered in his heart, this is not at all what a knowledgeable socialist intellectual in the new era should say.

Qu Dashuai sat on the chair, his body was tied, he knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, but it was better to kill his prestige, it was better to be strong. He shook hands with the leaders tightly and said, "Please rest assured that the people of the whole country will return with honor!" Although I said cruel words, I was still nervous in my heart, and I hope I can come back safely in three months.

"Mediterranean" slowly pushed the door shut, took a deep breath, calmed down, and prayed in his heart, then raised his hand and gestured the number, "Three, two, one, ready...... Send—"

With a burst of intense white light flashing, the powerful centrifugal force drove Qu Dashuai to rotate violently.

At this time, the young assistant of the "Mediterranean" was frightened by the white light, and with one hand on the handle of the "slot machine", the timeline was adjusted to 1126 AD.

When everything was still, the little assistant looked at the leader who was trembling with anger and whispered, "Yes...... I'm sorry, uncle, I'm ...... All of a sudden, I didn't stand firm. ”

In 1126 A.D., the land of China was filled with gunsmoke and devastated lives. With the momentum of destroying Liao, the Dajin State waved its army south, pointing at Kaifeng Mansion, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and Song Qinzong used his housekeeping skills, cut the land and sued for peace, and sent Zhao Gou, the king of Kang, and Wang Yun, the secretary of the military department, to Jinying to beg for peace.

The militaristic beacon smoke, for the time being, will not be pressed.

Let's say that Qu Dashuai was sent to the time tunnel, his head was blank again, and he only felt that the world was spinning, and he was fascinated, as if he was going to incarnate Hongmeng and his soul returned to chaos.

When he woke up, it was already a little dark, the sun had long since disappeared, and he was lying on the grass on all fours, surrounded by ancient trees, and several crows flew over his head. In order to prevent the crow from dropping the stool, Qu Dashuai tilted his head. This partial head, but it was fatal, there was a ragged humanoid object sitting above his head, Qu Dashuai quickly turned over with a harrier, and made defensive moves, but the humanoid object sitting in front of him still didn't move.

Qu Dashuai looked at it carefully, this was indeed a person, a sloppy old Taoist priest in ragged clothes, his clothes had rotted into strips of cloth in many places, and his black hair and beard were knotted into cakes one by one, but he didn't see a single fly or mosquito getting close. He sat cross-legged, his hands naturally hanging down on his knees, as if he had been petrified or waiting to be weathered.

Qu Dashuai wants to be afraid of bullets and bullets, and he is afraid that an old Taoist priest who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive will not succeed. He approached Lao Dao step by step, reaching out to see if Lao Dao still had a snort. When he was about to get close to his nose, the old man spoke: "Young man, I have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

His voice, like it hadn't been heard in a long time, was dry, even with a metallic grinding.

"Then you're going to wake me up."

The sloppy old man stared at Qu Dashuai fixedly, and he was panicked when he looked at him. After five seconds, Lao Dao suddenly said a puzzling sentence, "You are the chosen one, and you are here to carry the historical mission." ”

Qu Dashuai thinks that I am here with a mission to understand the real history, but I will definitely not tell you a bad old Taoist priest. "I don't understand what you're saying, when the hell did you get here while I slept?"

"Hahahaha, little doll, you're still sloppy with me, do you know that Poor Dao has been waiting for you here for ten years!"

"Crazy you, I think you have a mental problem." Qu Dashuai flatly denied it.

The old Taoist priest stood up with a haha, spread out his right hand, and suddenly a fierce "Didi" sound sounded, Qu Dashuai looked at it, wasn't it his return ticket, how did it get to his hand, and it sounded. It's not good, he pressed the switch, it's over, and he was about to be sent back as soon as he opened his eyes.

The old Taoist priest shook his right hand again, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Qu Dashuai was stunned, it's so strange, it stands to reason that the voice is going to come out.

"Isn't that weird, haha. If I don't have anything on my phone, will there still be sound? ”

A vacuum or a black hole cannot propagate sound, and Qu Dashuai knows this common sense of physics.

"No, you turned the switch, it stands to reason that I was going to leave here."

The old Taoist priest played with the transmitter with great interest, looked at the year 207 A.D. on it, and said, Do you know what year it is?

Qu Dashuai couldn't see through this old way, and he didn't dare to underestimate it, so he asked: "Then which dynasty and generation is this?" ”

"1126, the year of Bingwu, the year of the horse, the first year of Jingkang."

Qu Dashuai only knew that there was a Jingkang shame, and he didn't know anything about the other Jingkangnian. But after thinking about it, I was fortunate to have a little luck, but fortunately, I watched "Water Margin", "Yue Fei", and "Yang Jiajiang" in middle school.

The old Taoist priest threw the transmitter to Qu Dashuai and said, "Welcome, visitor from heaven." ”

Qu Dashuai removed the transmitter's battery, and the annoying sound finally stopped. He put the transmitter into his chest, he has now realized that this sloppy old Taoist priest is by no means very human, there are many capable people who can pinch and calculate in ancient times, maybe the person in front of him is a big man, but he can't be sloppy, maybe it will depend on his thighs, Qu Dashuai politely asked: "In Xia Qu Dashuai, may I ask where the immortal is sacred?" ”

"Haha, the poor road is not a god or an immortal, it is not a demon or a monster, it is just an ordinary veteran of the game Hongchen, by the way, decorate history."

Qu Dashuai thought, so domineering "decorate history by the way", I'm afraid this is his identity. Could it be that he is a descendant of Guiguzi?

"Poor Dao Xuanchenzi, commonly known as Wang Yin, the masters of the past dynasties are my sage teachers, I met you unexpectedly, I read that you are not easy to come by, and the characteristics are assigned to you, and then it depends on your creation."

Qu Dashuai has not yet recovered from the huge plot change, like an orphan who has just been abandoned by his parents, and was immediately adopted by the kind mansion. Now when I want to return to myself, it is estimated that I am only in a dream, as a qualified special soldier, my psychological quality must be excellent, it is better to follow this sloppy old Taoist priest for the time being, and then slowly figure it out in the future.

Even if it's a meteor, it has to draw a shining trail in the night sky.