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An old Taoist with snow-white hair and beard, wearing a green robe, holding a severed wooden sword in his hand, kept waving and jumping around, muttering in his mouth, and on the dirt five steps away from the old Dao, there was a simplely dressed Taoist boy sitting cross-legged with his head down, and nodding his head from time to time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This Dao Tong is not following the old way of casting spells, but he is sleepy, and at the moment he is hovering on the edge of sleeping and not sleeping, and his upper and lower eyelids are experiencing a battle of life and death, and it is impossible to tell the winner at present.

There was a circle of lively villagers around the humble altar, and they all focused on Lao Dao, so no one cared about this Dao Tong's sleepiness. As far as the eye can see, the houses in the village are dilapidated, and many bare-bottomed children shuttle among the adults watching the excitement, and these adults just look coldly at Lao Dao waving the peachwood sword in his hand, and there are some discussions from time to time.

"I heard that this old way is very powerful, Wancheng has been in war recently, many people have died, and there is a plague in Wangjia Village on the other side of the mountain, but my daughter-in-law's family was able to escape because of eating this old way's divine water."

"Is it really that powerful? Then this old Taoist is an old immortal. ”

"I can't say that, I'm not here to cheat and cheat, I have seen a lot of this kind of person."

"Yes, yes, now the world is in chaos, there is another Dong Zhuo after the Yellow Turban thief, I don't know how many people have starved to death over the years, some people have no food, so they pretend to be ghosts and deceive people everywhere."

"Wow, yes, open the world, robbery!"

Lao Dao suddenly shouted, and then drew a flame out of thin air in his hand, even in the strong light of this noon, the flame was extremely bright, everyone was shocked, and their hearts immediately awe, just now the villagers who said that Lao Dao was a liar also opened their eyes wide, and then bowed down reverently.

The sleepy Dao boy was also startled by this loud shout, and his sleepiness disappeared, so he glanced at Lao Dao, who was still doing it, and then muttered a few words unhappily.

"Tut-tut, a magic stick, a bunch of idiots, I really don't know what they're surprised about? Isn't it just a little gunpowder, as if it really has magical powers, if you see the aircraft cannon, it is estimated that it will scare you to death, alas, it is terrible to be uneducated. ”

Yuan Yun finished muttering, looked down at his weak body again, and estimated in his heart that he should be fifteen years old now, right? When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a wasteland, still wearing the blood-stained white coat, but the size was completely out of place, for he suddenly found himself a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.

In addition to a suit that was no longer suitable, Yuan Yun also found a medical kit, which was tied to his waist casually when he was hiding from those spies in the base at that time, because he was afraid of accidents, originally prepared just in case, but he didn't think that it would be useless until the end.

After wandering alone in the wasteland for three or four days, when hunger was about to make him lose his mind, he saw an old Taoist with a Taoist boy collecting medicine on the side of the mountain in the wasteland, and then his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything.

For most of the past six months, Yuan Yun has been following Lao Dao and his disciple of the Dao boy to travel around, and gradually understand that he has carried out a time travel for some reason, and the destination turned out to be the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The miraculous thing is that the dead Taoist boy is also called Yuan Yun, and the old Taoist feels that this is God's arrangement, so since then he has recognized Yuan Yun as his personal disciple.

For this era of war, Yuan Yun has gone from being at a loss and rejection at the beginning to passively accepting it now, and he doesn't seem to have the right to refuse at all, because for the whole world, the individual is too small. Once dreamed back at midnight, he would occasionally dream of those reinforced concrete, those cold experimental instruments, and even dream of his parents who he hadn't seen for a long time, which made Yuan Yun feel very strange, after all, in those ten years of research, his parents and several sisters had never appeared in his mind, and now that he is in a desperate situation, he will dream of his relatives the most, which is really a great irony.

Secretly cried, uncomfortable, and finally slowly became acceptable, became indifferent, and became eager to adapt to everything, Yuan Yun has almost been in a daze for most of the year, but fortunately, there is this old way in front of him to continue to enlighten, or to accompany him, so as not to let him get lost, and then be crushed to death by the cruelty of reality.

Thinking of the old way in front of him, Yuan Yun couldn't help but have a smile on the corner of his mouth, although this old way is a little unserious, he likes to cheat and cheat everywhere, or occasionally hook up with other people's wives and concubines when doing things for big families, but in general, Lao Dao cares about Yuan Yun very much, and even in the most difficult times, he will give Yuan Yun the only food. The most terrible thing is that this old-fashioned knowledge and cognition can sometimes make Yuan Yun, a modernly educated intellectual, speechless.

After getting along these days, Yuan Yun gradually felt that the old way in front of him had become an existence of both a teacher and a friend.

"Tsk, I only earned six five baht today, but fortunately, these villagers gave me some dry food, and our two sons can eat a full meal for a few days." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he stuffed the six five-baht coins in his hand into his arms, and then spread out a small cloth bag beside him, which contained a few black cakes that had dried into pieces.

Yuan Yun glanced at the black cake in the cloth bag, and a disgusting feeling poured into his throat, he had been eating this kind of thing for a month, and now he was extremely uncomfortable looking at it, and he forcibly suppressed it, and then subconsciously complained: "Eat this again today?" ”

There was a crisp snap and hit the back of Yuan Yun's head, and then he heard Lao Dao say impatiently: "You still complain when you have food, Master, but it took me a lot of effort to mix such a little food, don't you see that some villagers are gnawing on the bark of trees?" ”

Yuan Yun covered the back of his head and rubbed it vigorously for a long time, and only after relieving some of the pain did he say unhappily: "Master, your old man snatched food from the mouths of these miserable people, it's really not authentic. ”

snapped, and hit the back of the head accurately, Yuan Yun immediately puffed up a smile and flattered: "Master's magic power is boundless, he has the people of the world in his heart, he is really a model for my generation, a pioneer in his peers, and a master like you is simply taking a big advantage." ”

Lao Dao is very satisfied with Yuan Yun's sycophancy, and has always accepted it all, and only after listening to it at this moment did he touch his snow-white beard and smiled: "You little bastard, even your master dares to wrong, just now the master added a lot of licorice yam to the divine water that those villagers drank, and many people died in the war around here, if they don't drink some of these things and press it, they will also be like your senior brother sooner or later to the plague, master, I treat the sick and save people, what's the matter with some food?" ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he pursed his thirsty lips, then took a relatively clean black cake from the cloth bag and handed it to Yuan Yun, and then stretched out his foot and kicked Yuan Yun, who was eating without a human appearance, and then continued: "Hurry up and get some water for Master to quench your thirst, and pour some licorice water in that well by the way." ”

The corners of Yuan Yun's mouth twitched, he looked at the master helplessly, and replied angrily: "What's the use of you always pouring all our licorice water into the well?" If you always want to do hygienic prevention, then the next time you pretend to be a ghost, persuade the villagers not to drink raw water, and drink it when it is cooked to ensure that there is no problem at all. ”

After hearing what Yuan Yun said, Lao Dao immediately raised his hand in displeasure and was about to beat it again, but he stopped halfway up his hand and asked suspiciously: "What is health prevention?" ”