As mentioned last time, Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan arrived at a mountain village and knocked on a family begging for food, and the old man wondered where the two came from, asked them to wait, turned around and closed the door and entered. After a while, a group of villagers in each direction took hoes and sticks and surrounded Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan, pointing out that they were spies. Liang Wenzhen argued, but the villagers did not listen and were tied up in the village square for interrogation. Hearing Liang Wenzhen's Chinese, the villagers still thought that Liang Wenzhen and the two were traitors, at this time, seven or eight Japanese soldiers came and shot five men suspected of being eight roads, Liang Wenzhen resisted angrily, grabbed a rifle and smashed the devil, and tore the last devil alive. The anti-Japanese dramas of later generations did not clearly explain that the hand-tearing devil was done by a kung fu master, and was ridiculed and very wronged. When the Japanese soldiers arrived, Liang Wenzhen led the villagers to evade, lured away the Japanese devils, and deliberately left a bullet. Xu Fan picked up a Xinhua Daily, and Liang Wenzhen read it before he realized that it was during the Hundred Regiments War in 1940. Met the Eighth Route Army on Taihang Mountain, a leader was recognized by Liang Wenzhen, it turned out to be General Peng, Mr. Peng wondered how Liang Wenzhen knew him, Liang Wenzhen was confused in time and space, and said that he had seen it on TV.

"I know movies, but what is television?" Mr. Peng asked suspiciously. "Well, TV is actually similar to a movie, both of which are filmed on film and then played on a machine." Liang Wen was sincerely remorseful, he didn't notice it for a while, and when he mentioned the TV, he had to explain it head-on. "Hahahaha, the little brother is really strange, if you meet someone else, you can't be treated as a spy and exploded with one shot. I, Peng Dehuai, have never filmed TV, but where did you see it? "Mr. Peng is heroic and heroic, quite different from ordinary soldiers, and said heartily." No, no, Mr. Peng, I didn't mean that, someone else played you and made it on TV. The more Liang Wenzhen explained, the more unclear he became.

"Oh, I, Peng Dehuai, am so famous, someone is playing me? Hahahaha, hahahaha, fun, fun! Mr. Peng laughed. Come, hot soup is here, everyone drink a little to replenish their strength! "Two soldiers came with a wooden barrel and a basket of more than a dozen bowls." Thank you to the Eighth Route Army! "All the village men and Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan all took a bowl and waited for the soup." The nest head is coming. Another soldier came over with a basket. Mr. Peng, you can eat too! "The soldier who came over from Tiwotou was a student in his twenties, and handed the basket to Mr. Peng." Okay, is there twenty little ghosts, it's time to marry a daughter-in-law? Mr. Peng asked with a smile.

"Report to Mr. Peng, I am twenty-one years old this year, and I will not marry a daughter-in-law until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War." The posterior soldier saluted. "The chairman said that the Sino-Japanese war is a protracted war, if you fight for another ten or eight years, if you don't marry a daughter-in-law, won't your father and mother be in a hurry? This one doesn't work! "Mr. Peng said." The War of Resistance lasted for eight years, and five more years were to be fought. "Liang Wenzhen said." The chairman doesn't know how long it's going to take, how do you know? "The posterior soldier said.

"Little brother, you seem to have a lot of research on the Sino-Japanese war. Tell me, why are there five years left? Mr. Peng brought a tea porcelain jar and walked to Liang Wenzhen, and the junior soldier brought a small bench, Mr. Peng sat down and asked. I am talking nonsense, because I am worried that this soldier will delay marrying a daughter-in-law and delay the important events of his life. Liang Wenzhen smiled and said. My brother Liang can predict the prophet, he will never talk nonsense! Xu Fan listened to it for a long time, and he also heard a rough idea, but at this time, he said.

"This little brother speaks with an accent that is stranger than my Hunan accent, what did you just say?" Mr. Peng asked. "I said, my brother Liang can predict the prophet, he is not talking nonsense." Xu Fan said word by word. "Oh, I see. This Liang brother is a fortune teller. "Mr. Peng said." Mr. Peng, it is okay to say that I can tell fortunes, as long as I remember, there are still five years, the war of resistance will be won, and on September 3, 1945, the Japanese devils will definitely surrender! Liang Wenzhen said. If you can't do anything yourself, it's also good to increase the confidence of the Eighth Route Army in the War of Resistance. Liang Wenzhen thought to himself.

"Eight years of anti-Japanese war, inherit the auspicious words of this Liang brother, persist for another five years, and win the anti-Japanese war, our life will be better." Mr. Peng stood up and said to the surrounding soldiers and villagers. "Eight years of anti-Japanese war, killing little Japan!" "Five years, five more years!" "The final victory belongs to us Chinese!" Under the light of the fire, everyone looked excited and shouted in a low voice.

Later, some of the dozen or so village men who went into the mountains with Liang Wenzhen grew up to become guerrilla leaders. During the battle, it was sometimes shouted: "Comrades, the eight-year war of resistance has begun!" Or shout: "We will carry out the eight-year war of resistance to the end!" After another few decades, the directors and screenwriters who filmed the anti-Japanese dramas, in the spirit of being loyal to the truth of history, compiled these original words, which attracted misunderstanding and criticism from many young people. This is a later story, so I won't mention it.

Words are not boring. Early the next morning, the Eighth Route Army had already set out and looked for a way down the mountain, and the villagers proposed to go and join the many villagers who had taken refuge in the mountains. Liang Wenzhen thought that he wanted to go out of the mountains and go to the town to write a letter to his grandfather in Foshan, Lingnan, and only by following the Eighth Route Army could he have a chance. Last night, Liang Wenzhen couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking of this hard work, the fate of the well was indeed the gate of time and space, but the time and space he came to seemed to be random and uncontrollable. The vast universe, under the action of countless mysterious forces, the space-time channels that are opened, and the space-time nodes that may go to are really endless. The first test was able to come to 1940, I am afraid that it was an accident within an accident.

At this time, my father and mother in Foshan were not yet born, and my grandparents were probably only in their teens at this time, so it would be appalling to write a letter to my grandfather to inform him that his future grandson was in the forties, and he was writing to him at this time. However, when my grandfather was a teenager, he received such a strange letter, which must not be the same thing. Otherwise, I should have heard my grandfather talk about it when I was a child. So, does this letter exist? If so, it means that you must have sent it; If not, the letter will not be sent tomorrow, or it will be sent and it will be sent, but grandpa does not take the letter to heart. Regardless of it, the letter still has to be written, and it is a bizarre and rare thing to travel to the forties of the twentieth century. Liang Wenzhen has already made up his mind and finished drafting in his abdomen:

Hello grandpa, I am your own grandson Liang Wenzhen, and I am writing to you in Shanxi in 1940. Don't be surprised, because in 2014, when I was twenty-eight years old, I was sitting on a small train in the playground, struck by lightning, and traveled to the Song Dynasty, the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty. Because of coincidence, it was 1940, when the Japanese devils were invading China. Now you are only a teenager, but please remember that when your grandson and I grow up, it is important to let him know that you have received this letter. Remember, remember! My dear grandfather. Your own grandson Liang Wenzhen worshipped.

Hundreds of soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had already packed their bags and waved goodbye to them. "Goodbye, folks!" "Goodbye, Eighth Route Army!" The warriors and the villagers said goodbye to each other. "Heroes, the two of us still follow the Eighth Route Army, you go and meet the villagers!" Liang Wenzhen said goodbye to the village man. "Big brother, you are so brave, our village needs you!" The village man was reluctant to say. "Well, you know, we have important things to do." Liang Wenzhen said helplessly. Under the iron hooves of the Japanese devils, no one was spared, and the villagers were also pitiful. "Okay, remember to come to our village next time to look for me." "There will be a date later!" "Big brother, take care!" More than a dozen village men were reluctant to say goodbye to Liang Wenzhen. "Goodbye, brothers!" Liang Wenzhen waved his hand.

"Brother Fan, we have to go faster and keep up with the Eighth Route Army!" Liang Wenzhen said. "Brother Liang, let's go back, it's too dangerous here!" Xu Fan said. "I'm going to do one more thing, and I'll talk about it when I'm done." Liang Wenzhen said. The two turned a few hills, but they could no longer see the Eighth Route Army in front of them. "There's someone over there!" Xu Fan said.

Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan hurried forward. "How is it the Xuan Dao Chief?" Liang Wenzhen came forward and said in surprise. "Dare to ask, is it called a poor road? The poor road number is Xuan Zhengzi. "That's human." Dao Chief, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. "Liang Wenzhen hugged his fists." Where are you going? The Taoist priest asked. We are going to the main road, dare to ask which mountain road to ask the chief? "Liang Wenzhen said." From where you come from, you go from where you go. The Taoist priest brushed the dust and said. Thank you, Chief. Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fanwang jumped in the direction pointed by the Taoist priest, jumped off a stone sill, and then looked up, and the surrounding landscape in front of them suddenly changed greatly.

"That Taoist priest is gone!" Xu Fan looked back and was taken aback. "There's a town ahead, and the mountains are gone!" Liang Wenzhen was also horrified and muttered. "Are we dreaming?" Xu Fan said. The two of them went to the road suspiciously, but they saw people coming and going, and they were all dressed as Song people. "Excuse me, what is the name of this place?" Liang Wenzhen asked passers-by. "Taiyuan City in front, can't you see it?" Passers-by. "Taiyuan?!" Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan ran to the city gate, and sure enough, above the city gate, there were three big characters engraved with Douda: "Taiyuan City". "Brother Fan, we have left Yuantangjing and bought two horses to go back to Xiangyuan!" Liang Wenzhen said. "Excellent, we finally came back alive!" Xu Fan said excitedly.

Liang Wenzhen touched his arms, the pistol bullets were still there, and he took out a few silver tickets. "Brother Liang, fortunately, you have a silver ticket on you." Xu Fan took the silver ticket from Liang Wenzhen's hand, and immediately bought a horse from a passer-by who pulled the horse, and was too lazy to go to the market. Fortunately, I asked a few, and finally someone was willing to sell and bought two horses. Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan asked for the road, and quickly stepped up, and in less than two days, he had arrived in the south of Xiangyuan City. "Mr. Liang is back!" A coachman saw it and shouted.

Niu Ren, Zhao Min, Xu Miaoyin, Li Shishi, Hu Sanniang and others heard the news and came out one after another. "Mr. Liang, are you really back?" Niu Ren ran forward. "Master! Brother Fan! "Liang Lang!" "Where have you been?" Zhao Min, Xu Miaoyin and others were so excited that they all stepped forward to see each other with tears in their eyes. Xuan Dao Chang then walked out of the gate and beckoned to Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan.

"It's been two months, where have you been?" Xu Miaoyin asked. "What?! Brother Fan and I fell down the edge of the well, in the Taihang Mountains through hardships, at most three days, from the edge of the well to Taiyuan, so far two days, a total of only five days. Liang Wenzhen was surprised. is different from Lu Zhishen's experience, the speed of time is different, but it is the same. "Xuandao is long." Why isn't it fast in the well and slow here? Zhao Min wondered.

Sitting down at the table in the courtyard of the manor and drinking two bowls of cold water, Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan recovered his spirits and slowly recounted his previous bizarre experience. "We fell into a well, and we went to 1940!" Xu Fan said. "1940, but what is the year name?" The crowd asked. "I don't know, don't look at me." Liang Wenzhen said. "Wow, that place is so dangerous, Brother Liang and I almost lost our lives there. Yes, Brother Liang also brought back a short gun. Xu Fan said.

Liang Wenzhen took out the pistol, took out the only bullet, and placed it on the table. Zhao Min and Niu Ren scrambled to see it, and looked at it for a long time. "Show Xuan Dao Chang, in the future, it will be up to him to organize craftsmen and build according to this model." Liang Wenzhen said. "Childe, eat some snacks first." Bai Yujiao Hua Sumei took out two plates of pastries from the room and put them on the table. Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan were extremely hungry, answering everyone's questions while eating.

"Mr. Liang, now that you know the mystery of the fate of the well, that is, you want the five stars to appear together, what are you going to do in the future?" Xuan Dao Chang asked. "Why don't you go back to Tokyo first, I'll stay here alone." Liang Wenzhen said. "Okay, live quietly here, it's like a paradise!" Hu Sanniang said. "Master, I went into the Well of Entanglement, and I didn't gain anything, so let's go back to Tokyo!" Zhao Mindao. has been separated from Princess Tianshou for a long time, and Zhao Min misses it day by day. "I don't dare to go in next time, it's not where the gods live at all, it's so scary to kill people indiscriminately!" Xu Fan said. "If you want to stay here for the rest of your life, I can't control it, the home in Tokyo, won't you want it in the future?" Xu Miaoyin said gloomily with an angry face.

"Liang Lang, let's go back to Tokyo." Master Li said in a low voice. "It doesn't matter if I am, it's okay to stay with Mr. Liang." Niu Ren said. That's not what I said. According to the poor road, although the five stars appear at the same time, the edge of the well will appear, from the experience of Mr. Liang and Brother Fan, the edge of the well is indeed the door to another time and space. In that other time and space, there are generally births, old age, sickness and death, conquests and killings, and the destruction of living beings, which is not the abode of immortals. Mr. Liang brought out a short gun this time, which is already a great luck, and it is unknown that he will not lose his life next time. "Xuan Dao Chang said slowly." Okay, can't I go back to Tokyo?! Liang Wenzhen finally changed his mind.

On the second day, everyone packed up and went on the road to return to Tokyo, and after a long journey, they finally returned to Tokyo Liangfu. After a tiring journey, everyone drank to celebrate their safe return, and swept away their exhaustion. "Wen Zhen, you have been gone for two or three months, and you have a bunch of your letters." Xu Liangdao. "Give it all to me." Liang Wenzhen took the letters and opened them one by one on the coffee table. "How is it that it is the letter of the first seat of the Dharma Hall of Songshan Shaolin Temple, urging to donate two silver taels?!" Liang Wenzhen said dissatisfied. "Mr. Liang, ignore him." Niu Ren said. "There is a lot of rumors outside, the richest man in the Song Dynasty is rich and unkind, I don't know where such slanderous rumors come from!" Pan Tian said. "Oh, it seems that this matter is careless, I will go to Shaolin Temple with Brother Niu in two days!" Liang Wenzhen said.

Shaolin Temple Dharma Hall first Zimang Zen Master, so naked ll naked donation, slanderous rumors, must also be because of him, Liang Wenzhen wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to solve the matter, but unexpectedly got into a life lawsuit. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.