On a narrow mountain road. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Da, da, da.

A small gray donkey walked slowly, and on its back sat a young man in a coarse linen robe.

The little donkey is listless, and the happiest part of the whole body is to repel the tail that swings back and forth to drive away mosquitoes and flies.

The young man was very energetic, at least one pair of eyes were bright, and he looked into the distance clearly.

Boom! Boom! Several crisp sounds rang out, and the little donkey stopped in place.

Seven or eight masked men jumped out of the grass on either side of the road.

The young man sighed, "I'm just going to the capital, there are so many robbers along the way, is the survival of the ancient people so insecure?" ”

This is the seventh group of thieves that Han Xiao encountered, and he is very familiar with their way of shooting, these people are not at all the same as the TV series, they won't shout anything This way is my slogan, and they will cut out of the woods without saying a word.

Look, it's already here.

At the head was a slender and sturdy man, carrying a long sword that had been unsheathed, and rushed up and stabbed Han Xiao at a 30-degree angle.

"Stop!" Han Xiao gestured, "I admit defeat!" Except for this donkey, you can take whatever you want! Ay! Why are you still stabbing? ”

Ignoring Han Xiao's words, the man's sword was getting closer and closer to Chen Ge.

Surrounded by robbers with swords also coming this way.

At the last moment, Han Xiao jumped up from the donkey's back, and the scimitar hanging on the donkey's back was pulled out at the same time.

The masked man's sword missed, and Han Xiao slid from the air to the rear and landed on the ground.

And so it is again! Han Xiao thought, as a young man with a good quality education in the 21st century, as an elite who works diligently in the world's top 500 companies, and now I have actually been reduced to killing people, this is a crime in our place, do you know?

These people, of course, did not know the strange thoughts of this young man, and rushed towards this direction in a hurry, in unison.

I have to say that these bandits are not like bandits, but more like well-trained killers, seven groups in a row, one gang is stronger than the other, and there is a feeling of playing a game console to meet the boss.

The masked men swooped in.

Han Xiao pursed his lips and clenched the scimitar in his hand to meet it.

His hands are very steady, his steps are fast, his white-washed coarse cloth trousers are rolled up and his trousers are ridiculous, and he looks funny from a distance, but his expression is very serious, and his movements are very skillful, like slaughtering wolves and tigers countless times under the mountain, like slashing and slashing in the courtyard countless times.

Then a flash of lightning was seen in the eyes of the masked men, and a blood-gled flash flashed in front of each masked man's eyes.

Stand with a knife. Han Xiao looked up to the sky and sighed, "Why bother, why bother, why force me to make a move?" ”

Thump! The masked men fell to the ground in unison.

Han Xiao retracted his gaze to the sky, and looked around at the few people who fell to the ground, but unfortunately, the young master was so handsome, and he pretended to be so compelling, but no one saw it.

Not far away, the little donkey stood in place, its tail still leisurely repelling mosquitoes and flies.

Da, da, da.

Han Xiao got on the little donkey and continued to walk on the winding and narrow mountain road.

Han Xiao didn't touch the corpses, not because he was afraid of getting dirty, but because he was taboo about touching the bodies of dead people. The old man said, be a man and leave a line, a dead person, even if you have ten thousand taels of silver on your body, don't touch it, the present world will report the present world, after the death of a person, everything will be empty, if you go to take away a little something, it is a debt on your back, and there will always be endless bitter fruits.

This is not superstition, this is respect for the elderly, Han Xiao thinks of himself as a person who believes in science.

Think of believing in science. Han Xiao sighed, science didn't teach me that people can really travel through the original space, isn't science talking nonsense about anything parallel space and what kind of crossing, so what is the situation now.

It happened, probably, eleven or twelve years ago.

Han Portrait usually takes the subway to work, Line 6, there are a lot of people, there are people on the car because of crowding and conflicts, a sentence scolding by an aunt makes Han Xiao remember it vividly, that is the last sentence Han Xiao heard in Chinese, the aunt gritted her teeth with a hideous face, "Squeeze your mother's skin!" ”

At this moment, Han Xiao suddenly heard his heartbeat unusually clearly.

Bang! Bang!

The spittle spurting out of the aunt's mouth stopped strangely in mid-air, and it seemed that it would be able to successfully land on the neck of the woman opposite in 0.01 seconds.

Han Xiao wanted to touch his chest, but found that his hands and feet couldn't move, and only his eyes could still move.

The nose hair of the tall foreigner standing on the left, and the **** of the woman in black stockings next to him, all clearly entered Chen Ge's line of sight.

He felt itchy under his nose, and Han Xiao was sure that he must have had a nosebleed.

Just when everything was still and the whole world was so silent that only the sound of his own heartbeat remained, Han Xiao finally felt that his hands and feet could move.

However, in the next second, a huge gravitational force, a burst of disgusting heaven and earth spinning, and Han Xiao fell into some kind of endless darkness similar to time travel.

When he woke up again, Han Xiao was already lying on a pile of haystacks, and there was an old man with white hair lying beside him.

Han Xiao felt that his head was a little itchy, he stretched out his hand and scratched it, and then felt a little strange, and put his hand in front of his eyes, his hand was much smaller.

Han Xiao got up and looked around at his body, as if it was indeed a lot smaller, thinking of a terrifying possibility, Han Xiao jumped down from the haystack, "What about the mirror, what about the mirror?" ”

The old man was awakened by the noise made by Han Xiao and sat up.

Han Xiao asked, "Uncle, where is the mirror?" ”

The old man looked at Han Xiao as if he saw some kind of monster that could not appear, a trace of incredible joy flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he slowly spoke, his voice was like the friction between porcelain, sharp and hoarse, "What did you say?" ”

What did you say, Han Xiao didn't understand what it meant at the time, the old man spoke a language that was absolutely not available in his previous life.

After communicating for about ten minutes, Han Xiao finally expressed his idea of looking in the mirror, and the old man pointed outside the house.

Han Xiao ran out and saw a clear river.

When he walked towards the river, Han Xiao was very nervous, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his reflection in the river, fortunately, his appearance had not changed, but he was much younger, and he looked only eleven or twelve years old.

That is, because his appearance has not changed, Han Xiao is very strange about his situation.

After experiencing the information explosion era in his previous life, Han Xiao was no stranger to words such as time travel and rebirth, but a situation like his own was really unheard of.

All in all, the situation was complicated at the time. It took Han Xiao three years to gradually become familiar with the language here, and finally had a general understanding of the situation in this world.

Han Xiao himself was originally mute, which was the reason why the old man was incredulous when he heard Han Xiao speak.

Han Xiao and the old man have been living at the foot of Lishan Mountain, and there are only two of them here.

Not far from Lishan is the town of Qiushui, which is the territory of Dayan.

Dayan, although it sounds familiar, is definitely not the Dayan in the previous life, because now it is Dayan who changed the emperor six years ago, the country name is Hong Qian, and Emperor Hong Qian's name is Wu Ruirui.

An emperor is actually called Wu Ruirui, Han Xiao thinks about those kings whose names are so domineering that they swallow mountains and rivers at every turn in their previous lives, it is absolutely impossible for someone to be called Wu Ruirui.

Han Xiao had been at the foot of Lishan Mountain for a full twelve years, and he thought about the wrong time because today was the day of the New Year.

In the past twelve years, Han Xiao's life can be described as miserable.

Before coming to this world, Han Xiao was a briefcase, advocating a low-carbon life, so he was reluctant to drive, and he took the subway to and from work every day.

But from the first day he came to this world, the old man in the family let himself chop wood and cut trees, and every day near dusk, he made himself do some strange and very physically demanding movements.

One day in his second year in this world, the old man threw himself a knife and told him to slaughter a wolf.

My God, that's a wolf, not a sheep, and even a sheep Han Xiao has never slaughtered it.

Han Xiao thought about escaping, but after several fruitless times, he found out that it was wishful thinking, although the old man was very old, it was no problem to touch a porcelain on the road in his previous life, but the old man was very skilled, so good that Han Xiao had practiced kung fu for twelve years, killing wolves and slaughtering tigers was not enough, but he just couldn't beat him, so how strong was he when he was young?

Han Xiao didn't know.

Because he was often abused by the old man, Han Xiao always thought that he was very poor, so when he met the first group of robbers, Han Xiao was so frightened that his legs were about to weaken, and he really started to fight only to find that these people were going to die.

Han Xiao was reluctant to kill people at first, but these people seemed to have a relationship with him, and Han Xiao couldn't bear it anymore and finally killed them.

The feeling of killing people, how to say it, Han Xiao used to think that it was difficult to kill people, but in the past few days, Han Xiao found that it was actually not difficult, the scimitar slashed on a person's head, just like cutting a watermelon, except for some fishy smell, there was no other difference.

But he still couldn't understand, it was really strange, why did these people come to be robbers, to chop wood and plant the land, and to tease the crickets when they had nothing to do.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of a sword unsheathed.

Seven or eight masked men jumped out of the grass on either side of the road.

And voila, here we go again.

The little donkey stopped in place, Han Xiao rode the little donkey, holding a dogtail in his mouth, I just went to the capital to deliver a letter, why is it so troublesome?