Chapter 1 I am a fish

It's cold.

Zhang Xuan didn't have any other feelings, only one feeling, which was cold.

The weather seems to have suddenly moved from summer to late autumn.

also made Zhang Xuan suddenly come from the metropolis to a place surrounded by mountains. There is nothing but withered grass and nothing else.

Zhang Xuan snorted the white steam, and his exposed skin was covered with goosebumps. Keep rubbing your hands and keep pacing and stomping your feet to feel a trace of temperature.

His outfit was in tatters, and he could barely see his top and bottom pants, and his hair was tied to the right side. If it weren't for the fact that he found that some marks on his body were still there, Zhang Xuan would almost not believe that he was still himself.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Xuan put his hands on the pergola and looked at the sun.

Even if he could distinguish between east and west, north and south, he could not find a decent road.

"Bang la-la", the sound of water came from a distance. Zhang Xuan stumbled towards the sound of the water, hoping to find people.

"Jingle bell." The sound of a crisp bell came from afar.

"Someone." Zhang Xuan thought for a moment, he looked into the distance, but found that among the trees, mountains and rocks, there was a figure of a horse in a trance.

Zhang Xuan was overjoyed, opened his thighs, and strode away. As he ran, he shouted, "Is there anyone?" Anyone? ”

A joy of salvation filled his heart as he walked around a large rock that was as tall as he was tall. Suddenly the eyes are bright. For a while, he was frightened, and he couldn't react.

The few people in front of him were all dressed in tatters, and there were some cloths wrapped around their bodies, as if they had wrapped a lot of rags around their bodies.

And they all wore their hair in a long bun, and their hair was all knotted together. In each of his hands, he held a long knife with a handle, all of which looked like pieces of black iron, except for a glimmer of light at the blade. Zhang Xuan hadn't thought about what all this in front of him meant. I only felt that my body was stunned, and something was mixed under my feet. The whole person flew. Slammed into the ground. Before he could cry out in pain, he felt a smell of blood coming to his nose. It wasn't that Zhang Xuan was bleeding, but that he smelled the blood on the knife around his neck.

It was a very broken knife, the blade was like a serrated tooth, and there were some black stains in the gaps between the handles, but Zhang Xuan's nose told him that it was not a stain, but dried blood.

Two people dressed as beggars, one held Zhang Xuan, and the other pressed Zhang Xuan's neck with a long knife.

Zhang Xuan never let people hold a knife on his neck. panicked for a while, and said in a voice that had changed the tone: "Spare your life." Spare your life. ”

When people are in a hurry, they will say the local accent they are most familiar with.

Zhang Xuan also revealed the foundation of Henan dialect.

"Are you from Henan?" The long knife that was about to be cut suddenly stopped.

"I'm from Henan, I'm from Henan." Zhang Xuan seemed to grasp the life-saving straw for a moment. deliberately said loudly with a Henan accent.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan saw his surroundings clearly.

There are several horses here. There were five or six more people.

The man at the head was a big man sitting by the stream, and he was wrapped in a leather jacket that he had snatched from somewhere, and there were layers of black mud on it that could not be washed. The beard on his face blocked his mouth, and it was not even convenient to drink water. At this moment, he was holding his beard, holding a bamboo tube and drinking water, and said, "How did you get here?" ”

Thick vernacular.

It is the Henan dialect.

The knife on Zhang Xuan's neck loosened slightly, giving Zhang Xuan a little room to breathe.

Zhang Xuan could hear the sound of his heart pounding.

"It's definitely not modern." Zhang Xuan's brain was spinning rapidly, and he had already had such a conjecture before. But at that time, he still had an idea of what if, just seeing these people, Zhang Xuan even dispelled the last thought of what if.

But to say? Tell him that he has crossed over from the future, and that they will not feel like they are playing a knife on them.

Only now is to say what they believe.

But what?

Zhang Xuan didn't know what era it was. I don't know where to make it up.

The only thing he can rely on is nostalgia.

In modern times, when you see your fellow countrymen, you will shoot them in the back, but in ancient times, they attached great importance to nostalgia, even if they were traitors and evildoers.

Zhang Xuan burst into tears and said in Henan dialect: "Kill me." ”

The first two sounds, and a little pretending, but once I remembered it, I couldn't go back. I couldn't hold it back for a while, I cried bitterly, and I couldn't stop crying.

"Cry what cry." The strong man who was drinking water said: "Are there still few people who have broken their families in these years? What's the use of crying, crying again is a knife cut. ”

"Yes." The knife that was pressed on Zhang Xuan's neck slammed downward, pressing a red mark on Zhang Xuan's neck.

Zhang Xuan said: "Fellow stop. Zhang Xuan took advantage of this moment to sort out his thoughts. said: "My family was originally a big family, just because of the war. The whole family was killed. I had no choice but to go to my uncle, but --- ----"

Zhang Xuan didn't dare to say specifically.

He didn't know what it was. When it is now, Zhang Xuan doesn't know. The only thing he could know was that Henan seemed to be in chaos. He could only follow his words.

The leading man saw it and said: "When I see my fellow countryman in Sichuan, I will give you a chance, if the above wants to kill you." That's your life. Let's go. ”

Dahan put the bamboo tube on the horse, and the group all got on the horse and tied Zhang Xuan to the last donkey. Several people rode horses down the path.

Zhang Xuan was no more than a meter away from the last knight.

"Jingle bell" This is the bell of the donkey that Zhang Xuan is riding.

"This little brother, I don't know what to call it?" Zhang Xuan was tied with a rope and was in pain. endured the pain and was close to the people around him.

The little brother next to Zhang Xuan is really a little brother, the fluff on his mouth has not faded yet, at most he is only a teenager, his face is flushed, and there are a few big chilblains on his face, but he doesn't realize it at all, his eyes are staring at Zhang Xuan, as if he is worried that Zhang Xuan will suddenly run away.

The little brother said: "Be honest, just call me Xiao Deng." ”

Zhang Xuan said: "I don't know which king is followed by the little brother." ”

Xiao Deng said: "We follow King Cao Cao, don't worry, King I am not Huanghu's guy, and I won't kill people casually." ”

Zhang Xuan pondered in his heart, and said secretly: "Cao Cao, is it the Three Kingdoms?" Probably not. ”

Although Zhang Xuan is not a major in ancient languages, he also knows that ancient and modern languages are different, although he does not know how the so-called Heluo Zhengyin is pronounced in ancient times. But I feel that there are some words in Henan dialect that are not very pleasant, and I can probably still understand them.

In other words, these people are not far from modern times, at least not to the point where their voices have changed.

And this man's bun also let them know that this era was not Manchu. Most likely, the Ming Dynasty.

As soon as I thought of this, and then thought about the so-called Cao Cao, Huang Hu, Zhang Xuan's heart moved, and he immediately thought, isn't Huang Hu Zhang Xianzhong?

If it's Zhang Xianzhong. Then it's the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of the end of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he couldn't wait to fall to the ground.

In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, it can be said that it is the history of blood and tears of the Han people, Zhang Xuan is facing a darkness, not to mention, whether he can survive until the world is peaceful.

Even if he can survive until the world is peaceful, he is not willing to be a rat tail for money. Just when Zhang Xuan was worried about his future, he felt a sudden stop.

I heard someone say, "It's here." ”

Zhang Xuan looked up, but saw that in the valley, there was a camp hidden, look at the antlers, trenches, and even wooden fences and watchtowers in this camp.

Zhang Xuan immediately knew that this was no longer a rogue, although it could not be compared with a modern army, it was already a regular army.

The leading man glanced at Zhang Xuan and said, "Boy, whether you can survive depends on your luck." ”、

Zhang Xuan suddenly looked at Xiao Deng looking at him with pity, and immediately put away all his worries about the future, whether he can live until tomorrow is uncertain, how can he worry about decades later?

The camp gate was opened, several people dismounted, led the horses into the camp, and Zhang Xuan was tied to the stable. The leader went to the camp to report the situation.

Zhang Xuan was tired, hungry and cold, but he didn't care about these at all, his life hung under the pressure of the knife, and his heart wanted to jump out of his chest, so he had time to think about something else.