Lu Zhe is a Tang Dynastyman.

I am Lu Zhe.

After repeating the above passage silently in his heart more than 30 times, looking at his shortened hands and feet and the childish and unfamiliar face on the water, Lu Zhe finally digested the fact that he had crossed over.

Lu Zhe was very unlucky, he was just watching the scenery on the bridge, but he didn't expect that when he was sitting on the railing and taking a selfie, suddenly a strong gust of wind, under the shaking of his body, he fell into the water, he was okay who could swim, but he didn't die, his legs were in the cold river water, and he actually cramped.

"It's over." This was Lu Zhe's only thought at that time, and then his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground wet, surrounded by a crowd of strangely dressed people, babbling in strange dialects.

What's going on? Before he could react, a wave of memories that did not belong to him suddenly poured in, and under the violent stimulation, Lu Zhe's eyes went black again and he fainted.

Lu Zhe, who woke up again, was woken up by the cold, it was already the middle of the night, and Lu Zhe, who woke up, found that he was stripped naked, and his body should be covered with a quilt similar to that of linen fabric.

The quilt was very thin, the room was very dark, Lu Zhe's teeth were chattering, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that as long as he moved, the only little heat he had would be taken away.

The moonlight outside the window shone in through the window, and Lu Zhe stared at the only light source in a daze, cold and hungry, and thought about it for most of the night.

The memory in his head told him that he is now also called Lu Zhe, 11 years old this year, and is currently the sect master of the Hundred Flowers Sect, living in this valley with his sister, Lu Yun.

Baihuazong is one of the mountain gates, and the so-called mountain gate can be traced back to the Western Han Dynasty.

During the Western Han Dynasty, after Dong Zhongshu deposed the hundred schools and respected Confucianism, the descendants of the hundreds of schools of thought that were handed down during the Warring States Period, in order to avoid the encirclement and suppression of Confucianism, fled into the deep mountains and dense forests or changed their faces and hid in the streets and alleys.

On the one hand, this is to avoid disaster, and on the other hand, seeing that the general trend has passed, in order to pass on their own schools have to hide, and at the same time, each family is also quietly recruiting disciples to accumulate strength, thinking that one day overthrowing Confucianism and making the doctrine of their own school become a prominent school.

However, hundreds of years have passed, the Confucian doctrine has become more and more loved by each generation of emperors, and has become a behemoth, and other schools have never had much chance, and the big schools of Legalism, Moism, Peasantry, and Yin-Yang can still train disciples to enter the WTO from time to time, snatch the right to speak in the world, and swear their existence to the world. However, in this era when Confucianism has become popular, it is not possible for a few elite disciples to stir up trouble to overthrow Confucianism, and most of the disciples of Shanmen have failed to enter the WTO.

But they also have a role to play, which is to let the world know that these schools of thought still exist.

The people of the world have uniformly called these schools that have inherited the knowledge and doctrine of ancient times as Sanmen.

Lu Zhe's Hundred Flowers Sect is a small school in ancient times, this sect originated from the pre-Qin Dynasty, specifically to study flower planting, so it is called the Hundred Flowers Sect. Thirty years ago, Lu Zhe's grandfather Lu Feng used to be the florist of Emperor Yang of Sui, and when he was in the eighth year of his great career, that is, the year when Emperor Yang of Sui's expedition to Goguryeo failed, the sensitive Lu Feng felt the atmosphere of chaos in the world, so he escaped with his wife and children and hid in the mountains where they live now.

Escaped with Lu Zhe's grandfather, as well as Yu Cao of the Ministry of Industry at that time, who was also a descendant of the public loser, and later, the world was in turmoil, and many other people from the mountain gate fled here, forming a small mountain village together.

And the parents of his own body had just died of a seasonal illness, and the owner of this body was so sad that he didn't know why he fell into a nearby stream, and he was killed by his own soul that also fell into the water.

"Mom, Dad, Xiao Min......" Lu Zhe thought of his parents, relatives and girlfriend in his previous life, and couldn't help but feel sad and couldn't help himself. He couldn't imagine how sad his parents and lovers would be when they learned of his death.

Thinking of that scene, his tears flowed uncontrollably, and his chest was like a pinprick pain, and he wanted to cry loudly, but his chest was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Like a lonely beast licking its wounds silently alone, he stayed in tears until dawn.

When the morning light was faint, Lu Zhe got up quietly, and according to the memory in his head, he put on his clothes and pants.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

After walking out of the gate, I found that I lived in three thatched houses made of mud and bamboo, a small courtyard with a broken fence, and the buildings next to it were similar to my own, but some were big and some were small, and there were almost seven or eight families, forming a small village.

After Lu Zhe got up, he immediately came to the small river not far from the village, that is, the place where he fell into the water yesterday, carefully stared at the reflection in the water and his thin hands and feet, and silently recited dozens of times that this is the Tang Dynasty, and finally forced him to identify the fact that he had crossed.

He had already accepted his fate, but at this time, his spirit was relaxed, and he began to feel a little shaky. He had not had teeth for a day and a night, and he felt dizzy and heavy at this time. Lu Zhe could only move his steps step by step and walk towards his small thatched hut.

"Brother!" After a lot of effort, Lu Zhe had just walked outside his small courtyard when he heard a surprise voice calling out, a girl who looked only five or six years old, with a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow her down, the little girl stared at two big black eyes, and looked at Lu Zhe with tears in her eyes.

"Where have you been, Zhewazi, I came over early in the morning to bring food to your brothers and sisters, and I saw Yun Niang crying looking for my eldest brother." The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman, also with a yellow face and thin muscles, and her hair was yellowish but neatly combed. It was Lin Jiang next door, the one he called his aunt to his sister.

"Zhe thanked Aunt Lin for her concern. I just woke up, and when I saw that Yun Niang hadn't woken up yet, I was upset, so I just went out for a walk. Lu Zhe walked into the courtyard quickly, first bowed solemnly to the woman, and then explained.

"Zhewazi, you too, don't move around when you're sick, you will be raised, and what are you thanking your aunt, our two families are friends for several lifetimes, when you are alive, especially your aunt, I am the best with my aunt, who would have thought ......" Saying this, the woman's eyes were also red, and she couldn't talk anymore, so she couldn't help but hold Lu Yun in her arms.

"Don't say it, don't say it, you fell into the water yesterday, you must have not eaten yet, let's go and eat first." After speaking, he pulled one in one hand and pulled Lu Zhe and Lu Yun into the hall of his house.

On the low table of the hall, there are two bowls, one full of yellow millet rice, and the other is porridge made of yellow millet rice.

"Big brother, eat!" Yun Niang knelt on the side of the low table, sensibly picked up the bowl of gruel, left the bowl of millet to Lu Zhe, and drank the gruel in small sips, but her eyes kept glancing at the bowl full of millet rice on the opposite side.

"Be careful, Yun Niang. Zhewazi, you can eat it too. Lin Jiang quietly swallowed his saliva and beckoned Lu Zhe.

Looking at the little girl opposite, with deep cheeks and no flesh or two on her body, I don't know why, Lu Zhe's eyes were sour, and tears almost flowed down again.

The bowl of soggy millet rice in front of him was obviously given to him by Lin Jiang's family after scooping the porridge into a bowl and then giving it to him, looking at Lin Jiang's appearance, this kind of thing that he may throw away without seeing it in the future generations, for them, a bowl full of dry rice is also a rare good meal.

In Lu Zhe's memory, Lin Jiang had a 12-year-old son, according to the practice of the ancients who could marry at the age of 14, even if it was a woman in the mountains, without a dowry, the marriage might be a little later, and the marriage would not exceed the age of sixteen. So Lin Jiang should not be more than thirty years old, but looking at her wrinkled face, gray hair, the weight of life and poverty, she looks like a middle-aged and elderly woman in her forties and fifties.

And the sister opposite her, Lu Yun, who is only seven or eight years old, looks as thin and withered as a four- or five-year-old child in the next generation, at this time she drank millet porridge one by one, her little face was full of enjoyment, and when she swallowed it, her little face was still obviously reluctant and nostalgic.

In Lu Zhe's limited memory, this kind of sticky millet porridge can only be eaten for them during the Chinese New Year or when worshipping their ancestors.

I all know that the poor people in ancient times were miserable, but I didn't expect it to be so bitter. This meal must be the food that the Lin family used to save for the New Year. Thinking of this, inexplicably, Lu Zhe felt a pain in his heart.

"Zhewazi, where are you going if you don't eat?" In Lin Jiang's incomprehensible shout, Lu Zhe turned around and walked to the kitchen, took out another pair of dishes and chopsticks, and after carefully cleaning them outside, he divided the bowl of millet into three parts, one into his sister's bowl, and one into the newly taken out bowl, and respectfully handed it to Lin Jiang.

"I'm just sick, I really can't eat so much of this millet rice, Yun Niang, Aunt Lin, let's eat together." Lu Zhe smiled, as if he was really not hungry when he was hungry.

"Zhewazi, you haven't recovered yet, you have to eat something dry."

"Brother, you eat." The younger sister was also in a hurry to take out the millet from the bowl and put it back into Lu Zhe's bowl.

"The whole family has to eat together." Lu Zhe blocked his sister's behavior and said seriously.

"Zhewazi, you are sensible, but it's a pity that ......" Seeing Lu Zhe's behavior, Lin Jiang's eyes turned red again, and then, she quickly wiped her tears, "Okay!" Good! We eat together. Lin Jiang divided half of the millet in his bowl and put it back into Lu Zhe's bowl, and when he saw that Lu Zhe did not refuse, the three of them ate it.