The woman was startled at first, as if she didn't understand why he had suddenly lost his temper, she looked at him, shook her head slightly, and gave a negative expression.

Yang Shuoming rolled his eyes at the sky, beckoned to her, and signaled "on the road". The woman stood up silently, and walked a few meters behind him as before.

In order to avoid the bandits' tracking, Yang Shuoming took her into the jungle, Yang Shuoming observed the surroundings, and according to what he observed, a topographic map of the mountains and landforms in this area appeared in his eyes, and gave hints on the best route.

Yang Shuoming, who had chosen the route, walked forward silently, waving the machete in his hand from time to time to cut off the branches of the bushes that stood in front of him, and the woman followed cautiously behind, looking around, as if she was worried that the bandits would appear at any time.

I don't know how long I walked, the surrounding trees became more and more dense, and the traces of the mountain roads formed by people became more and more blurred, but Yang Shuoming could still distinguish them, not to mention the information prompts in his eyes.

Soon, at noon, the two of them came to a stream, probably because of the excessive physical exertion of walking a long way, Yang Shuoming felt hungry, he came to a narrow stream with aquatic plants on both sides, leaned down, and began to catch fish according to the standard wilderness survival training.

Fishing with bare hands is the oldest method of fishing and requires a lot of patience and a lot of skill. In places like this, where the water is narrow and there are aquatic plants, there are often larger fish inhabiting them, which is very suitable for bare hand fishing. Yang Shuoming lay prone on the shore, slowly inserted his hands into the water, and after gradually adapting to the temperature of the stream, he put his hands as close to the bottom of the shore as possible, gently moving his fingers, and soon, he felt the fish swimming in his hands.

A big fish foraging against the current approached Yang Shuoming's hand, he felt the tail of the fish sliding over his hand, he held his breath, his fingers slowly moved along the belly of the fish, grabbed the gills of the fish, and struggled to drag the big fish to the shore.

Due to the great strength of this fish, Yang Shuoming easily controlled it and prevented it from returning to the water. At this time, he noticed a strange gaze behind him, and involuntarily glanced back.

The woman was sitting on a stone with her hands on her knees, her eyes widening, watching Yang Shuoming's movements curiously.

may not want to disturb Yang Shuoming fishing, she did not go to the stream to wash at this time, her long unkempt hair covered half of her face, and Yang Shuoming still couldn't see her appearance clearly. When she met Yang Shuoming's gaze, she looked a little flustered, and unconsciously twisted her head to the side.

Yang Shuoming refocused on the fish in front of him, and after catching a few more fish, he pulled out the dagger, cut the throat of the fish, disemboweled, removed all the scales and internal organs, and then cut a few sharp branches to string the cleaned fish.

Seeing that Yang Shuoming was no longer fishing, the woman got up and went to the stream to wash her face briefly, while Yang Shuoming began to make a wooden bow for fire with full concentration.

After the woman washed her face, her eyes involuntarily returned to Yang Shuoming, and when she saw Yang Shuoming lighting the fire with a spindle-like fire-taking wooden bow, a strange bright color flashed in her eyes again.

For Yang Shuoming, these wilderness survival skills that he can see from the "Wilderness Survival Handbook" are not a great thing, in high school, he loves adventure, he dared to skip school with his friends to go to the wilderness, and when he came back, he still came out on top. In college, this kind of thing became commonplace.

Yang Shuoming lit the bonfire and roasted the skewered fish on the fire, and soon, the fish was cooked, Yang Shuoming got up and handed the fish to her, and caught a glimpse of her face, only then did he see that she was a very beautiful girl.

It's just that the current Yang Shuoming has no heart to ponder her appearance at all.

Because he is almost certain now, he should have "crossed over", but he still doesn't know where he has traveled to and what era it is.

If the bandits in fancy costumes, the strangely shaped "pouting" pistol, and the girl in front of her in "retro costume" don't say anything, the signal expressed by the "Mauser 1888" rifle couldn't be more obvious.

Yang Shuoming looked at the girl who was eating fish there silently, and knew that if he asked her now, he should get an accurate answer from her mouth, but he still had a trace of fantasy but he didn't dare to ask her.

For Yang Shuoming, the time-traveling novel of the starting point is his favorite type of online work. When he reads these books, he often puts himself into the books, and gets satisfaction in fantasy that he has never had in reality. But he never thought about what he should do when the crossing really happened to him.

The thought of being alone in a completely unfamiliar environment, completely separated from the world he had known before, made his heart tighten.

Holding back the loneliness and loss in his heart, Yang Shuoming bit the fish in his hand hard, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the girl's body. Unlike his savage eating of the fish, she used her slender fingers to tear the fish into small pieces and put them in her mouth, her movements were gentle and natural, revealing a lady's demeanor.

Judging from what happened before, Yang Shuoming has been able to judge that she should be the daughter of a rich family, who was kidnapped by bandits, maybe the bandits did not receive the ransom, so they were ready to tear up the tickets, and planned to take advantage of them before this, but they didn't expect to meet their own Cheng Biting Gold.

Anyway, it's always good to meet a beautiful woman after the crossing. It's just that this beauty is too stuffy. Because until now, she hasn't said a word to herself.

After eating this fish lunch, Yang Shuoming, who had no intention of getting close to the girl, packed up his things, doused the bonfire with stream water, eliminated all traces, and continued on the road.

After walking forward for about two hours, the trees in the distance were not as dense as just now, and the road in front of them gradually became clearer, Yang Shuoming and the girl walked and rested, and soon, after crossing two hills, a big road appeared in front of them.

At this time, it was already a little late, and houses and cottages could be vaguely seen in the distance, when he saw these, Yang Shuoming felt that the blood in his whole body began to rush to his eyes, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his feet couldn't help but start running.

Because the house in front of him is not what he is familiar with!

Yang Shuoming rushed into this seemingly large town almost like crazy, he stood on a small stone bridge, turned around and stared wide-eyed, looking at this world that was both familiar and strange to him.

The houses and shops on both sides of the street, the stone archway in the middle of the road, the horse-drawn carriages, the cottages in the fields in the distance, the turning waterwheels, and the people who walked past him and looked at him curiously, as if they had come out of old historical photographs.

Yang Shuoming doesn't need to ask others now, he already knows that now he is indeed in the world after the crossing.

Just as he used to help people identify antiques, he judged from the clothes of the people around him that it should be the early Republic of China. Of course, he still can't figure out exactly what year.

Yang Shuoming sat down on the stone steps on the small bridge a little dejectedly, he looked at the bridge railing column head carved with exquisite little lions, and the dragon pattern stone carving on the stone slab of the bridge railing, with a bitter smile on his face.

On the side of the road not far from the small bridge, there is a stone tablet that has been crooked, on which are written "Shuanglong Town" in three regular characters.

Yang Shuoming tried hard to search for the town with this name in his mind, and his "other brain" began to spin rapidly like a poisoned hard drive, giving a large stack of answers, and for a while various maps flew in front of him. Yang Shuoming slapped his forehead with his hand a little annoyed, and all the obedient "answers" disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, the sky became darker little by little, Yang Shuoming looked at the lights rising in the house, and his irritable mood gradually settled down, and he noticed that the girl did not follow.

Yang Shuo remembered that he and her might have been separated at the entrance of the town, and he remembered that he was running forward like crazy, and she couldn't keep up with his footsteps after walking for a day, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart. He got up and was about to look for her, when he saw a group of strong men with pike darts and shotguns appear in the street and run towards him. Yang Shuoming saw that they didn't seem to have good intentions, so he couldn't help but touch the Mauser rifle on his back, but when he saw that the person riding the horse at the head was wearing a costume similar to the patrol officer in the old photo, he thought about it and put his hand down.

These people rushed to the bridge, surrounded Yang Shuoming, and aimed their shuttle darts and shotguns at him. Yang Shuoming calmly put the Mauser rifle on his back on the ground, opened his hands slightly, and made a gesture that he did not want to use force.

A strong man picked up the Mauser rifle and handed it to the man who looked like their leader on the horse, who took the rifle and looked at it, frowned slightly, and said, "Search him to see if there are any other guys." ”

Two strong men rudely stepped forward to search Yang Shuoming's body, and searched for the "pouting handle", gunpowder gun, and two daggers.

Yang Shuoming didn't resist, just carefully looked at the person on the horse.

This is a dark, thin and sturdy man, about 30 years old, although he is not tall, he looks very lean, he looked at the things found from Yang Shuoming's body, and his brows twisted into two black bumps.

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