Qu Ping looked at Wang Chongyang and asked with divine eyes, is it okay?

Wang Chongyang said: "It can help you strengthen your body and drive away fatigue. ”

"Then you're welcome." After Qu Ping finished speaking, he lay on the chalcedony, and quickly spread a chill through his body, but after a while, he actually felt comfortable, "Thank you!" As soon as Qu Ping finished speaking, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep.

Wang Chongyang looked at Qu Ping meaningfully, sighed slightly, pulled the door, and went out to meditate.

Good dreams.

Qu Ping had a long, long dream, saying that it was long, but there was no specific dream, just a spinning dizzy as if he was riding a roller coaster, and there was nothing around, as if he was drifting without a goal in the endless darkness of the universe.

"Aha! I've found you! Suddenly, a voice sounded in Qu Ping's ears.

I don't know how long it took, Qu Ping heard a middle-aged greasy voice as if talking to himself.

Qu Ping struggled to open his eyes in the drift, braked the car, turned around to look for the source of the sound, and shouted around: "Are you talking to me?" Feed! Where are you? ”

The voice said, "Am I right behind you?" ”

Qu Ping turned around sharply and saw a face pressed in front of him, almost touching the bridge of his nose. Qu Ping was startled, subconsciously retreated, and blasted out of the strange face with a punch.

The man was able to avoid it, and shouted: "Hey, don't start lightly or heavily, it's not good to hit the old man!" ”

The two distanced themselves, and Qu Ping had a chance to take a look, this uncle seemed to be familiar!

The man smirked, touched his bald scalp, and said, "You forgot about me after only a year and a half?" ”

It's him!

Qu Ping remembered, isn't this the Mediterranean! It's the greasy man who used a time machine to send himself to the Song Dynasty by mistake! What about the Three Kingdoms tour? Do you want to go and go back? What about the motherland and the people?

"Don't get excited, listen to me explain to you slowly." Seeing that Qu Ping was about to get mad, Mediterranean quickly interrupted.

"What else is there to say, hurry up and get to the point!" Qu Ping shouted.

"Young people are in a hurry, yes, it's like this - first of all, I would like to apologize to you, we sent you to the Song Dynasty by mistake. But whether it is in the Song Dynasty or in the Three Kingdoms, you are contributing to historical research, and you are also on the same path. ”

Seeing that Qu Ping's face was not good, Mediterranean quickly diverted the topic.

"Knowing that there is a problem with the system, the organization is very concerned about your safety, and has coordinated the cooperation of major experts across the country, and it is bound to study a plan to find you. It can't chill you, and it can't chill the people. We want to give you a fair explanation, and we also want to give an explanation that the people are satisfied with. Mediterranean said politely.

Qu Ping said: "You just make me satisfied now, otherwise I will let you stay in the Song Dynasty!" Belch...... Wrong! Where is this? Why are you here? Have I already returned? ”

Speaking of which, Qu Ping didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Back to modern times, what about the Song Dynasty? There's also a wife and children's career over there!

Mediterranean took two steps back, opened a safe distance and said, "This is not the Song Dynasty, but you haven't gone back either." Here it is...... Let me explain to you this, as for me, through spiritual power, that is, brain waves, through meditation...... Meditation, you know? It was through meditation that Hawking communicated with aliens. ”

Seeing that Qu Ping was about to get angry again, Mediterranean hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I'll get down to business." When it happens, my brainwaves can meet your brainwaves in a 1 in 100 million chance! Awesome, right? ”

"I'm dreaming? I still can't go back. Qu Ping said disappointedly.

"We're more than 900 centuries apart, but at least we're on the phone now, aren't we?" Mediterranean strives to enlighten said.

"Is this the power of technology? Or your power? "Qu Ping has already seen talented people in the Song Dynasty, and has long believed in the existence of special powers.

It is possible that the Mediterranean Sea is an alien who will survive in the future world.

Mediterranean said ambiguously: "Technology comes from imagination. Now that I've hooked up with you, I've determined your location in time and space. As long as you protect yourself and wait for the power of science and technology, one day you will return to the arms of the motherland! Persevere, be a brave man! ”

After talking for a long time, it turned out to be a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.

There is still no hope for a return to modern times.

Qu Ping said dejectedly: "It turns out that I am really dreaming!" ”

At this time, the image of the Mediterranean slowly faded, and the Mediterranean looked at his body and became a little anxious.

Qu Ping asked, "How are you?" Are you going to die? ”

Mediterranean quickened his voice and said: "The organization will rescue you, come on, persevere!" My strength is insufficient, I have been waiting for you in the river of time for more than half a year, and if I don't leave, I will stay here. Not in the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, it has become an ideological body! ”

As he spoke, the figure and voice faded away. It's about to disappear without a trace.

Qu Ping suddenly remembered something and shouted, "How can I return to the Song Dynasty?" ”

"Go back, or kill yourself......"

The Mediterranean Sea is completely gone.

Qu Ping looked at the vanishing void of the Mediterranean, and analyzed the words of the Mediterranean Sea when he left. Killing yourself is definitely the fastest way to go back, but it takes a lot of courage.

Forget it, I don't care so much, anyway, it's fake death, and I can return to reality right away, so it hurts!

But there is no iron on his body, and when he looks at the ground and around, in addition to a fog, it is still a fog, and he is also a conscious body.

Qu Ping raised his hand and slapped it on the head fiercely. The head is like a cloud of gas, scattered and gathered together.

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It seems that there is only going back......

But where did you come from? Where to go? This metaphysical question is too difficult to answer.

It's too bad now, I can't find my way back, do I want to become a consciousness here, as the Mediterranean said?

No! I still have parents and relatives in the Celestial Empire, a wife and children in the Song Dynasty, glory and wealth, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to be reorganized!

I definitely want to go back!

By the way, the Mediterranean Sea was calling me behind me, so I should go straight to where he stood.

Let's go.

The surroundings are white and boundless, and you can't step on the ground under your feet, so it's no wonder that you can walk in a straight line.

Is this the Endless Void, or is it the realm of ravioli?

Is this a traversal adventure, or is it immortal metaphysics?

I don't know how long it took, Qu Ping was neither thirsty nor hungry, and his spirit was almost in a trance. But the belief in going home has always supported me.

I suddenly remembered what happened when I was a child, those children who played with mud together, were forcibly sent to kindergarten by their mothers to cry and make trouble not to be beaten, the chalk heads and brushes that were smashed by the teacher, the girls I secretly liked, the first love that disappeared in ignorance, the boring college, the military career of blood and tears, and came to the Song Dynasty for no reason, vowing to revive the mountains and rivers.

There are also those heroes and heroes of the Song Dynasty, the virtuous and lovely Xiao Lu, the tricky and domineering Zhao Ping'er, the babbling Han'er, the bloody Zhao Gou, as well as Yue Fei, Lu Ji, Helan Five Tigers, etc...... One thing at a time, one by one, constitutes the journey map of one's life.

Everything passes, and everyone gets old.

I understand that only old age and death are the only way to exit the realm of consciousness! Looking at the state of the Mediterranean, it should be old and dead.

So, just pinching your fingers and counting the days and waiting for death?

Of course not!

Not decadent in silence, erupt in silence.

For example, you can meditate, practice, and improve your spiritual realm, such as conceiving how to depict the blueprint of the Great Song Dynasty step by step, such as having a doll with Zhao Ping'er or something......

Outside the tomb of the living dead, Lao Huang and the woodcutter skinned the hare and cleaned it up, rubbed it with salt, strung it with branches, and set it on the branches, and then lit a fire underneath, and a continuous burnt fragrance spread, and the two of them drooled when they saw it.

The hunger caused by the smell of meat has jumped on the tip of his tongue, but Qu Ping has not yet come out.

Lao Huang saw the woodcutter swallowing saliva and asked him if he wanted to taste a piece. The woodcutter remembered that he had received the money, and he was too embarrassed to eat other people's things, so he stood up and took his leave.

It was getting dark, and Lao Huang had heated the rabbit several times, and it was almost dry, but he didn't see Qu Ping come out.

The master's friend won't leave him to eat, right?

Lao Huang thought, it stands to reason that the master is such a good person, his friends shouldn't just ask him to eat alone, not himself, right?

But then I thought about it, this cultivator didn't go out, so he must not have enough leftovers, so he didn't ask himself to eat together, right? This is too picky.

The moon hung high, and the old yellow belly was croaking, and he was really hungry. Lao Huang thought, the master must have eaten inside, I will eat a little first, leaving most of the good meat for the master to come out to eat. What if the old man hasn't eaten yet?

Lao Huang ate the burnt and hard rabbit meat, and when drowsiness hit, he took a nap.

In the second half of the night, Lao Huang woke up suddenly, calling "master" in his mouth, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was no one around, the bonfire had been extinguished, and the sparks were gone, leaving only a little residual warmth in the ashes.

Lao Huang went to find some dry firewood and rekindled the flames. I thought that the old man seemed to be sleeping in someone's house, so he fell asleep again.

When he got up the next day, Lao Huang thought it was wrong. The old man said yesterday that he was going to come out to eat rabbits, and if he is a person, he will come out and tell himself no matter how he says, right?

"Isn't something wrong!?" Thinking about it this way, it was worth it, Lao Huang stood up with a swish, patted his ass and rushed into the hole.

The light in the cave was dim, Lao Huang tripped a few times in the hole, and scolded psychologically If it weren't for the lack of martial arts, my Lao Huang would be so.

Lao Huang rushed to the cave in one breath, and suddenly his vision suddenly brightened.

It turned out to be a break into the gossip array.

At the eye of the array, a Taoist priest faced himself and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were like torches, like substance, and he was so frightened that Lao Huang suddenly stopped.

"It's you!" Lao Huang shouted in surprise.

Wang Chongyang closed his gaze, got up and said, "Steward Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed, right?" ”

Lao Huang said bluntly: "It turns out that you are that stinky Taoist priest, quickly hand over my master!" ”

"Your Excellency, you say? Poor Dao has never seen an adult? What is he doing in this place? Wang Chongyang was surprised.

"The monks don't gossip, they don't quibble. My lord and I obviously came to see you, and the lord told me to wait for him outside the cave, but I haven't seen the master appear until now. Lao Huang rushed over and grabbed Wang Chongyang's collar, "Hand over the master!" Have you forgotten how the master treats you? You white-eyed wolf! ”

Wang Chongyang unhurriedly and gently pushed Lao Huang away, Lao Huang wanted to resist with all his strength but there was no way, and the strength he used was like mud into the sea.

Wang Chongyang said slowly: "Poor Dao has indeed never seen an adult. ”

Lao Huang hurriedly said: "Huh! You bull's nose is still talking nonsense with your eyes open, and it is clear that you will go to other places in this hole? No, I'm going to search! ”