The autumn breeze swept into the open sash of the wooden house with a drizzle, and the quaint yellowed pages on the desk were rolled up and gargled.

The brush is sandwiched between the pages, and the quotations on the vertical pages are revealed.

Ye Gong asked Confucius about Zilu, and Zilu was wrong. Zi said: "The female Xi does not say: she is also a person, she is angry and forgets to eat, she is happy to forget her worries, and she doesn't know that the old man is coming to Yun'er." ”

Zi said: "I am not born to know, so ancient, and I am keen to seek it." ”

The son is silent, and the strange force is confused.

Zi said: "If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher." Choose those who are good and follow them, and change those who are not good. ”

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On the desk, on a piece of paper with a rough texture, two bundles of handwriting, strong through the back of the paper: the reason is clear, and the retribution is unpleasant. Recommend with blood, seek results with life.

Between the lines, a stream of grief and indignation came like black smoke rolled up by demons.

The young scholar dressed as Xiucai, his whole body was pressed against the desk, the corners of his mouth were sideways, and a pool of black blood flowed on the table, extending to the paper, soaking the white paper and soaked in ink, as if he was trying his best to respond to the four big words "recommended by blood".

Suddenly, the scholar's closed eyes opened, and his eyes, which seemed to be hazy by a layer of mist, stared at the air in front of him in a daze, and the world appeared in his eyes again, but there was no world in his eyes.

Tang Xidong woke up, he was sure that he was possessed by another person, probably crossing over.

It feels so good to have life again, but the head is like a pile of mud, stirred upside down by two thoughts, until the two memories are intertwined like two hemp ropes tightly entangled, tighter and tighter, and finally twisted into one.

A modern man who is a great traitor and evil, was killed by a bullet, and his life is evil, and at the moment of death, he has never had the desire to be good.

A good-natured talent, but he didn't want to have a good time, immersed in grievances and hatred, because he was unable to hate, he chose to commit suicide, and before he died, he was obsessed with resenting his inability to do evil.

Tang Xidong couldn't help laughing at himself, his destiny was unpredictable, and he actually let two opposite souls merge into one and share a body.

But in any case, he Tang Xidong survived again, it's good to be alive!

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Lying on his side on the desk, Tang Xidong, who finally calmed down his brainstorming, began to slowly comb through the memories he had just inherited.

Tang Xidong, a Xiucai who lived in Chongzhen for three years in the late Ming Dynasty, and a captive who had been tied to a small bandit village on the boundary of Pingyang Mansion for five years.

Five years ago, Tang Xidong returned to his hometown with his father to worship his ancestors, passing through the foot of Luoliang Mountain in Pingyang Prefecture, and was besieged by a group of sudden mountain bandits.

Tang Xidong, who is kind and filial by nature, has always had the will to die, but he is eager to hate his father, so he keeps a cheap life and silently seeks revenge in the bandit village.

However, the world makes people, he is a sour talent with no restraint and intelligence, and he is harmless to others, this is five years, half a year ago, the old village owner died in a robbery under the knife of a large family in Pingyang Mansion.

Tang Xidong's heart was empty all of a sudden, and what made him even more teased was that he found that he secretly fell in love with the current owner of the village, his nominal wife Liu Lianqing. fell in love with a daughter who killed her father and enemy, which made Tang Xidong, who had read sage books all his life and considered himself pure filial piety, despair.

The revenge could not be avenged, and he had the idea of banditry that he shouldn't have, Tang Xidong finally tortured himself to death, and before he died, he wrote a few big characters, hoping to use the power of ethereal ghosts and gods to end this grievance for himself with karma.

And at this moment, Tang Xidong, who has the same name and surname, but is a descendant, looked up at the sentence in the Analects in front of him: Zi Bu is strange and confused, laughing at himself, no matter whether there are ghosts and gods in this world, from now on, there is only one goal, to live well and be a different person from the previous life.

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Pingyang Mansion is located in Shanxi Province, which is one of the three major prefectures in Shanxi Province and has prosperous trade routes.

Surrounded by mountains, there are mostly mountain people, and Luoliang Mountain is located in the northwest of Pingyang Fucheng.

Today, however, there is no appease, bandits are everywhere, the Tartars rise up from time to time to enter the blockade, natural disasters and man-made disasters, displaced people from all over the north become tides, and even more so, there is no trace of the village, and the corpses are left on the side of the road, and no one cares.

If you don't be a bandit, you can be a homeless person, and bandit villages like Luoliang Mountain can be seen everywhere.

Tang Xidong only had a slight understanding of the era at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and after possessing Xiucai, combined with Xiucai's original memories and filling in each other's gaps, he had an in-depth understanding.

It's just that as a latecomer, he entered the melting pot of the late Ming Dynasty, and a strong sense of detachment from the times came to him, and the alienation from this era made him incompatible.

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There are only 1,000 cottages, most of them are old and weak, women and children, and no more than 300 young and strong. In this world, those who have the strength are either sold to death as soldiers, or rebel with bandits, and the three hundred young men of Luoliang Mountain are already a big force in the territory of Pingyang Prefecture.

There are more than a dozen cottages of all sizes around, and Luoliang Mountain does not pull out its head or drop its tail. Originally, it was just a group of mountain people who had no way out and became mountain bandits who couldn't get into the stream, so it is conceivable that life can go on.

The cottage has no food and no plan, few weapons in hand, lack of medical care and less clothing, and has been in a state of attrition, who freezes to death today, who is about to starve to death tomorrow, and not too many people pay attention, in this world, no matter who dies? How to die? No one will delve into it, because it's fate.

Tang Xidong has been tied up on the mountain for five years, and his life is not bad, of course, this is relative to other people in the cottage. Although he is now a prince of the village, but the marriage with Liu Lianqing was just wishful thinking on the part of the old village owner, and since he got married, he has never been close to Liu Lianqing's body once.

The other party probably looks down on him who can't carry his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and can only read four books and five classics, or he is resistant to his father's domineering forced marriage, so there is a mountain between the two from time to time. Fortunately, although the other party had no intention, he was never embarrassed, and he really regarded him as a learned scholar, like the king of the stove.

In the original memory, Liu Lianqing's appearance and posture appeared in Tang Xidong's mind. Tired of seeing thousands of women in later generations, with a single mold and heavy makeup, Tang Xidong has to admit that Liu Lianqing's woman is indeed fresh and refined, classical and beautiful, just like the goddess in the classical paintings he has seen, no wonder Tang Xidong's original body still can't extricate himself from liking this female bandit leader when he is resentful.

Just when Tang Xidong was still trying to absorb the other half of the memory in his mind, there was a noise from the front mountain, and various sounds came from afar, combined with the previous memory, he knew that the mountain bandits who went down the mountain to rob had returned to the village.

Before, although Tang Xidong was in the bandit village, he was disgusted, so he never went to see the scene of the mountain bandits returning to the village and showing off the loot.

In this cottage, he is also a waste utility, and he was arranged by Liu Lianqing to be a teacher, but unfortunately it is just a decoration. In addition to the big bandits, there are only small bandits left in the cottage, and the children of the bandits' family have the heart to learn what books and scriptures, and what words to read? Reading is not as interesting as robbery, and it can neither fill your stomach nor grow knowledge.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty in early autumn, the weather was already cold, Tang Xidong tightened his decent thin clothes, and waited for the front mountain to calm down, he looked at the sky, it was probably unitary time, and it was time to go to Liu Lianqing, the female bandit leader, to beg for food.