Xiao Quzhi was a little dumbfounded and looked at the big pit in front of him, which was obviously burned black, and around the big pit, large and small, the stones that were swept away by the air waves.

What are you kidding, craters?

Of course, it wasn't a crater that surprised Xiao Quai, but what surprised him was that he crawled out of this pit just now.

Look at the scenery in the distance, the big and small gravel, the yellow sand Gobi,, what the hell, where is this?

Not long ago, he was still in Wudang, where the mountains and rivers were beautiful.

Xiao Quai, who just turned 20 this year, is a thin and tall young man. He is 1.81 meters tall, but he weighs only more than 120 pounds. He was a premature baby, born only three pounds and six taels, and with serious respiratory diseases, fortunately the family conditions were good enough, so he could save a small life, but he had to stay with the hospital for a long time. In Xiao Quai's childhood memories, the most is the white coat in the hospital and the lingering smell of disinfectant water.

When he was ten years old, his grandfather was ruthless and sent Xiao Qu's illness to Wudang Mountain, thousands of miles away, that is, his master Chen Guoliang. Chen Guoliang used to be his grandfather's soldier, and later participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and after retiring from the army, he went to Wudang Mountain to become a wild Taoist priest, and opened a small clinic to treat bruises and beatings at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Xiao Quzhi stayed in Wudang Mountain for ten years, which is strange to say, maybe the air in Wudang Mountain is good, maybe it is the master's good conditioning, Xiao Quai's illness is gradually getting better, although there is no broken root, but it is rarely sick. Every day, the mountain road of more than ten kilometers up and down the mountain is also like walking on the ground, and the walking is like flying.

After his condition stabilized, Xiao Quai's illness had to go home once or twice a year, and his father, who was the principal, took a few teachers to make up for his homework, and when he returned to Wudang, he had to bring a lot of learning materials, and from time to time he came to remote tutoring, saying that he could not waste his studies. No, Xiao Quai, who was over 20 years old, went down the mountain half a year in advance to prepare for the college entrance examination at the strong request of his father.

Xiao Quzhi remembers that the situation at that time was that he was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, and when he was holding a bag in one hand and holding the bus door in the other hand to get on the bus, he seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning.

Xiao Quzhi recalled carefully, when the lightning struck him, the back of his head and scalp were a little numb, and his hairs stood up, and then he felt as if he was flying.

The body is so uncomfortable, constantly being squeezed, and then constantly being pulled, the whole person is sometimes swollen and has a splitting headache, and sometimes it feels like it has been evacuated. Xiao Quzhi couldn't figure out what was going on at all, his eyes couldn't open, and his ears couldn't hear.

The last memory is that it was as if something had seeped into every part of the body, and every cell was trembling, jumping, and then the pain was so intense that it knocked me unconscious.

When Xiao Qu woke up, he found that he was already in the middle of a large pit that was more than one person deep and charred black, and his luggage was still there, but the surrounding scenery had changed.

……

To the west of Shazhou (now Dunhuang), it was the spring of March, and many places had already had spring rains one after another, and the grass grew and the warbler flew, and it was full of vitality. But as far as the eye can see, it is still a desolate yellow, and the air is dry without a trace of moisture. It is said that the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass, and it is still hundreds of miles west of the Yumen, and it is no wonder that the spring breeze does not blow.

A group of knights came from south to north and walked through this desolate land. There were more than 50 knights in this team, most of them wearing armor and neatly tied, and their hands were not holding the reins, so that they could sit on the horse's back, and their bodies fell together with the pace of the horse, or closed their eyes to recuperate, or looked around, showing extremely high horse control skills. Behind the saddle of each horse was a reserve horse, and some even tethered two, apparently intending to go on a long journey.

On the periphery of the caravan were six untethered riders, who rode from front to rear, and from back to front, apparently on guard.

In the center of the horse team were three horsemen, the first one rode a jujube red sweat and blood horse, less than forty years old, slender body, soft and handsome face, if it were not for a mouthful of beard, almost recognized as a woman. This person is quite dignified and self-assured.

Half a length behind, he had one on his left and one on his right. The one on the left is about thirty years old, not fat or thin, with an elegant and generous face, like a civil official more than a military general; The one on the right was a white and tender little fat man, with a white face and a beardless face, and his eyes were a little embarrassed, and he was the only one in this team of knights who did not wear armor.

While he was silently hurrying away, a ranger who was guarding the rear suddenly shouted: "Everyone, look at the back!" ”

The knights turned their heads to look, under the clear sky, in the direction behind them, a ball of purple lightning suddenly appeared, accompanied by a roaring thunder, quickly grazing the top of their heads, and then they heard a boom not far ahead, as if it was the purple lightning that hit the ground.

"Oh my God, what's that?"

Everyone was stunned for two seconds, and then it exploded.

"Obediently, the thunder on a dry day scares you to death!"

"What kind of thunder, I think it's a meteorite."

"It's thunder, but it seems to be wrapped in something?"

"Zhongcheng, do you want to send someone to take a look?" The elegant civil official asked the handsome officer.

The officer who was called Zhongcheng nodded and said, "Gu Xiaojun, take two people to take a look." ”

Immediately three horsemen rushed out of the group, urging the horses to gallop to the sound in front. Zhongcheng, who was in the lead, glanced at the civil official next to him and asked, "Chenggong, what do you think?" ”

"I thought it was a vision from heaven that it would be fulfilled. I just don't know if it's a bad omen or a good omen? ”

"Our family thinks it must be a good omen, which indicates that the high school will be able to succeed in this trip and make another contribution to Datang." It was a white-faced, beardless little fat man who spoke, and his voice was sharp and thin, and he was a eunuch.

"So, thank you Lieutenant Envoy Jiyan." Na Zhongcheng smiled and said that it was very useful. To be honest, for this battle, he was sure of winning in his heart, and he also made a lot of arrangements for this, such as inviting Ge Shuhan's Tianwei Army to help break the leaves and stabilize the rear. But in the final analysis, how can war be said accurately? Therefore, in his heart, these words are still very attentive, although they are not useful, but at least they can strengthen the faith.

It's just that this incident just now is really weird, a thunder, or a meteorite, flew over the top of his scalp, is it really some omen from heaven?

Just when he was thinking wildly, he rode around quickly, and shouted at him from a distance: "Hui Zhongcheng, he is a Hu man, he smashed a big hole in the road ahead, Captain Gu went up to question, and then the fight started." ”

"Take so-and-so to see it."

But when he and everyone saw the scene, they seemed to be a little stunned.

What is the situation!

A large blackened crater, large and small stones in a radioactive shape blown by the strong wind. There is also the strange dress on the edge of the big pit, with a black face, a mouth wide open that can be put into a fist, and a confused look at everyone's miscellaneous beard.

Yes, he is a miscellaneous beard, with his hair cut and pants worn outside, which only people with the surname Zhaowu Jiu wear like this, but it is not like the Sogdians with high eyebrows and deep eyes and light-colored hair, but black straight hair, black eyes, and eyebrows are more like Han'er.

This big hole was smashed by him? How is this possible?

To be honest, not only did they not understand the situation, but they also couldn't figure out the situation, and Xiao Quai, who was regarded by them as a miscellaneous beard.

He was staring at the pit when he heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and then he saw three knights galloping towards him. Xiao Qu's illness greeted him without thinking.

But when he got closer, Xiao was dumbfounded. Do you play cospaly? Why not dress up as an ancient soldier? The three horsemen galloped to the front, forcibly reined in the horse's head, and kept circling around Xiao Quai.

"Hello, where is this?"

"Who are you and why are you here?" "What's going on with this big hole?"

Ask questions almost at the same time, and then at the same time not understand what the other person is saying. The knight on the horse turned around a few times, asked a few more questions, and found that it was still the same, and spit on empty expense. So one of them went around to Xiao Quai's back and struck it down with a scabbard.

When Xiao Qu was in doubt, he heard the wind in the back of his head, and unconsciously got a layer of goosebumps, his hair stood upside down, and he flashed to the side almost subconsciously, turned around, grabbed the wrist holding the knife when he turned back, and then pulled him off the horse.

Xiao Quzhi was a little surprised by his reaction just now, he felt that his body was more sensitive than ever. The other party's movements look like slow motion to the eye.

In fact, Xiao Quzhi understands this truth, that is, when the mind is highly concentrated and the eyes are concentrated, the movement speed of the objects seen will slow down. Of course, it's not really slowing down, but the illusion of concentration and reaction speed. When he was practicing martial arts with his master, Xiao Qubing had such an experience, but this time it was completely different.

For example, when I was training with Master in the past, I was sometimes highly nervous and focused, and I would feel that for a moment, Master's movements slowed down a little by half, but it was only for a moment. But this time, it feels like the whole process is in slow motion, and it is slow motion that has slowed down several times. Oh my God, could it be that my reaction speed has increased many times?

So, without difficulty, Xiao Qu was sick and pulled the man off the horse, and the man tried to draw the knife, and then he was removed from both wrists. One of the other two knights had already slashed at the knife by this time, and Xiao Qu almost pinched the back of the knife, and then pulled him off the horse like the first man, and removed both wrists. Then he heard two shouts from the two on the ground, and the knight on the horse ran away with great speed.

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances." Xiao Quzhi patted his hands and found that his hands were a little dark, so he opened his backpack and took out a pack of wet tissues, and by the way, he took a bottle of bone-setting wine, and said to the two people on the ground with a smile while wiping his hands clean: "Big brother, you are very involved in playing, and you dare to use a knife, don't you know that murder is a crime?" ”

"Help! Ƶ ...... "

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, can you please speak Mandarin? Xiao Quzhi was talking while helping the two of them connect their wrists, and then rubbed them with bone.

When I got one and was helping the second one, the team arrived, and Xiao Qu was a little blind.

"Is it filming, or is it a drama of the Tang Dynasty? What, what happened just now was a misunderstanding! Xiao Qu decided to speak first. He thought to himself, the three who couldn't understand Mandarin just now may be ethnic minority actors invited by the crew, and now that there are so many people, there must be someone who can understand Mandarin.

What he didn't expect was that this group of people looked at each other a few times, which obviously meant to say, "Hey, do you understand what he is saying?" ”

On the other side, the handsome officer in the middle of the official residence looked at the Hu man (weirdo) who was full of strange words in front of him, and he was also puzzled. What was said? It's not like Chang'an official dialect at all, but it's not like Hu at all, is it a slang in the Tang Dynasty, but how can the Tang people cut their hair?

He was silent, but his soldiers didn't have such patience. I heard that there was a fight before, but now I see Gu Xiaojun clearly being caught in the hands of this Hu man, and he is grinning in pain. So they drew their knives out one after another, wound their bows and arrows, glared angrily at Xiao Quai, and shouted.

"Hu Gou is rude, dare to bully me as a Tang soldier!"

"Hurry up and let Captain Gu go!"

"Kill him!"

Seeing them so emotional, drawing knives and arrows, Xiao Quai's illness only then reacted. Damn, this is not filming, this bow and arrow, this knife and gun, and this armor are all real guys. There are also these soldiers, all of them are fierce, with a fearless murderous aura in their eyes, they have killed people at a glance, Master told me, these are all real elite soldiers in a hundred battles. There is also the big flag with Tang characters, which is also full of traces of battle.

Xiao Qu is sick for a while, it won't be a crossing!

Xiao Quzhi subconsciously raised his hand, kept shaking, and shouted in a trembling voice: "I'm Han, I have something to say, don't let go of the arrows......"

In just a moment, countless thoughts turned in Xiao Quai's mind, and he wondered what to do? There are greetings to God what kind of jokes, and there are also fears that don't die...... But in the end, it was:

"Damn, it's all liars in the novel......"

For a while, Xiao Qu's illness couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Didn't you say that after crossing over, it was okay to communicate with the ancients? How can this be now! ”