It's nine o'clock in the evening, and the night in the mountains is always earlier than in the city. Murda and her friends had been walking for a day before finally pitching their tent near the creek. Everyone lit a bonfire and talked about the world while drinking.

Murda is a sophomore in college this year, and when she doesn't have classes on weekends, she always likes to escape the smog city with some like-minded friends and come to the mountains to breathe fresh air.

Probably very tired, Moda drank a small half bottle of Niulanshan, and fell asleep with the warmth of the bonfire and wine......

In his dreams, his dreams kept spinning, sometimes settling on his horse, stretching his bow and arrows; sometimes driving chariots and wielding long lances, war drums; From time to time, he lived in a big tent and conspired with the generals to plot a surprise attack...... This dream, his dream is very real. And the dream seemed so familiar, hidden in his consciousness......

"Wake up, there's an earthquake!! Come on! “

Murda could hear it as her husband's voice. It's just that the wine is still there, and the consciousness is still hazy...... A boulder slammed into the earth with a shock, and Meda lost his senses in an instant......

It didn't take long for Meda to slowly feel his consciousness. This consciousness was like a liquid slowly flowing from the depths of darkness, slowly drifting around the body. The liquid, which had been very viscous, slowly smoothed out, making him feel his heartbeat, his breathing......

The mucus cleared, the drift sped up, and he felt his legs twitch slightly.

He tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't turn consciousness into action.

"It's bad, it can't be a vegetative person, conscious but can't move!"

He plucked his strength, struggled for a moment, and found that his eyes could open slightly, and dimly he saw a figure around him.

He wanted to shout, but his voice was locked in his throat.

And he saw that the figure was getting up and was about to go away from him. Moda thought to himself, it's over, it's not a ghost press. Big brother, don't go, push your brother.

In desperation, Murda tensed up, desperately pushing a breath out of her throat and squeezing it out between her teeth.

"Hiss......"

When the man heard the strange noise, he hurriedly turned around, and when he saw that Moda was still hissing, he hurriedly shouted:

"Master! Master! The man is awake! The man is awake! Come on! After saying that, he ran away.

Murda is so angry that you pushed me when I woke up, and now an earthworm can eat me. Murda could hear that the man's voice was slightly immature, and he should still be a child.

After a while, the child brought another person over, and in a trance he saw that the man took his hand, put his finger on his vein, and said in a slurp

"It's strange, obviously this kid has been poisoned by the black-backed golden-headed snake, I thought that after eating my poison powder, why would it take ten times in three days to make some improvement, why is it only two hours?"

It sounded like a steady elder, with calm and calm in his words.

The child said: "Is it that the snake venom has broken the brain and turned into a snake?" Otherwise, how can it hiss so much that it makes people's bodies numb. Master, why don't I call Senior Brother Mo Yu and open his mouth with a punch to see if his tongue has also become bifurcated. ”

Moda went crazy with anger after hearing this: Little bastard, I've heard of what to eat and make up, but I haven't heard of what you become when you are bitten. Otherwise, if you get pricked by a needle, you will become Iron Man. It's just that I really can't open my eyes and can't speak, so I have to listen to the conversation between the two.

The old man said, "Mo Di, don't speak falsely. If you want this to come true, then after you were bitten by a hamster, now you are jumping around, and the one who is chattering has become a rat spirit? ”

"Master made fun of me."

Modi froze.

Listening to the tone, the master is very kind to the ink flute, and although he is disciplined in his words, he is not willing to be harsh, but uses jokes to preach.

Then, the man pushed the ink flute violently, and this time it was so strong that the ink flute rolled on its side. This turned over, and the muscles and veins of the whole body instantly opened. Mo Di wanted a carp to stand up, but as soon as his leg was exerted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Don't move, the wound on your leg hasn't healed, don't move."

Murda saw clearly now that Mo Di beside him was eight or nine years old. The childish spirit has not been taken off, wearing a short placket, wrapping his hair in a bun with a cloth on his head, and wrapping it with a red ribbon to publish, a playful smiling face is very cute. The master in front of him was dressed in ancient clothes and looked very literati. He wears a crown and a wide gray-white robe, with both sides overlapping on the chest, and the left side of the shirt is stacked on the right side. This wide-sleeved shirt looks like the costume of the Qin and Han dynasties.

Look at this person's face again, with a mouth and beard on the side of his mouth, his eyes are like electricity, his eyes are firm and quiet, and his eyes are kind under his wide eyebrows, which looks respectable and amiable. Judging from the crow's feet on his face and the corners of his eyes, it seems that the master in the mouth of the ink flute is about fifty years old.

It's a dream, right? Are you still in your own dreams in the valley? But the dream is too real. He touched the bamboo bed under him, and clenched his fists hard, it felt too real.

Without thinking, Murda asked, "What year is it?" ”

The old man did not break his composure because of Murda's strange actions and problems. But the ink flute couldn't hold his breath

"You are very strange, this year is the thirty-fifth year of the first emperor according to the Qin calendar, but according to our lonely bamboo calendar, it is the sixty-ninth year of Boyi and the sixty-ninety-fifth year of Shuqi."

"Thirty-five years of Qin Shi Huang?! Qin Dynasty?! Moda almost shouted in shock, and then thought that he couldn't panic, so that the two people in front of him could see his panic.

Whether it's a dream, or a crossover, or a spoof, or whatever. Simply acting, isn't it also my childhood dream to dream of returning to Daqin?

To be an ancient, to be an ancient, isn't the God-given opportunity to be a fool of yourself?

Mo Da said calmly: "I know the Tao in the thirty-fifth year of the first emperor, but what is the saying of Boyi 696 and Shuqi 695? ”

Mo Di said: "Look at you, this person just hasn't had much knowledge, Boyi Shuqi is the two saints of my lonely bamboo country, and the name of the two saints of benevolence and righteousness is broadcast in the world, in order to announce the legacy of my two saints of solitary bamboo, so the year of Boyi is in front, and the next year is the year of Shuqi, divided into brother year and brother year." Now my Guzhu clan has a history of 1,391 years, so this year is the 696th year of Boyi and the 695th year of Shuqi. Remember that when you enter Shouyang Mountain, you must know the rules of my Guzhu clan. ”

After all, this ink flute is very proud.

"Modi, there are friends from afar, you treat guests like this. Those who don't know are not blamed, how can they be shown? As a teacher, it seems that he has to be strictly disciplined on weekdays. ”

Although this master is reproachful, he speaks like a spring breeze

"Go, call your brother Mo Madness to prepare tea and rice, now that the child is awake, it's time to eat grain and rice. Otherwise, just taking in some pills and supplements is not the way to do it after all. ”

Modi ran away.

Murda was about to speak, but the master pressed his shoulder and said

"Don't worry, recuperate first, and Modi will send food over later. I have asked Mo Han to pack up the outfit when you came, and I will send it over later. ”

Before Meda could speak, the man got up and left. Only then did Murda realize that the outfit on her body was like an enlarged version of the clothes of the ink flute, but it also fit perfectly. Since he couldn't move, he had to lie down and turn his head to look around the room.

This is a bamboo house, and even the walls and roofs are made of large and small green bamboos. In the house, bamboo tables and chairs, bamboo beds and bamboo mats, and even the ground are bamboo bricks made of bamboo. Because he was lying down, he couldn't see the scenery outside the bamboo window. I only feel that the sun is shining, and the bamboo fragrance in the house is pleasant. He took a deep breath, very sweet.

Moda had all kinds of possibilities in his mind, but no matter which one of them, he couldn't escape the thought of Qin Shi Huang. I thought forget it, if you come, you will be safe, Lao Tzu 2012 has come over, are you still afraid of dreaming back to Daqin? Qin Shi Huang is Qin Shi Huang, anyway, there is no fourth, at most there is another Qin II, Qin Prince Ying, and then there is Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang and the like, what Han Xin Zhang Liang, dark Chen Cang, not Liu Buwang......

Thinking about it, he became excited. When you are young, and in this coming troubled world, isn't it just that you can show your heroic ambitions?

Just live back to ancient times!

Then he calmed down.

In troubled times, I don't know how many bones he has to experience, starvation all over the land, how many homeless people, how many killings. The characters who are vertical and horizontal dominate the ups and downs of history, but the ups and downs of history will bury the happiness of many innocent people. The history of China is a history of suffering in the world, the so-called success of a thousand bones, not to mention the change of a dynasty, the turbulence of an era.

"What's your name? Why do you want to cook chicken soup for you, and put Master's most valuable blood and bones to scatter for you. It's weird, and when I came, I was wearing a nonsense and a bad look. I've never seen people in the world dressed like you, maybe where did you come from. Hmph, what are your intentions in my Central Plains, Fanzi? ”

Murdi's thoughts were interrupted by a taunt.

"You fan, it is also fateful, the master rescued you from the mountain stream when he was collecting medicine, and there was a big stone on his body, if it weren't for the treasure knife next to your pillow, it is estimated that his head would have been crushed long ago. Fortunately, Master rescued you and connected you with seventy-nine broken bones. It's no wonder, how did the master's blood and bones scatter get ten times faster when it comes to you. It's been a few days in a row, and I can't wake you up. ”

Murda thought that the boulder in his dream was real. Murda continued

"Our senior brother has been busy for more than ten days, and I finally see you better. Everyone carried you to the mountain pass, thinking that it must be a house slave sent by someone to cut wood. As a result, as soon as you reach the mountain pass, you catch the rain and rush down a big rock, right in your heart. If Master hadn't let Senior Brother Yangqing use the bone transfer technique and transfer his old man's three ribs to you, I'm afraid you would have died a long time ago. ”

When Murda heard this, she was full of gratitude to this master. When we met, the old man was able to give me three ribs. Can there be a blood type match? How is the surgery performed? This ancient medicine is too strange.

"You're still in a daze! Master, since he donated his bones to you, he has been unable to perform equestrian arts. We didn't see him galloping on his horse anymore! ”

Hearing this, Murda felt very guilty.

"Forget it, forget it, starting with donating bones, we all owe you the same thing in our previous lives. You fell down the mountain, and Senior Brother Mo Yu hung on the cliff with one hand for a night in order to hold you. If Senior Sister Moyu hadn't found you earlier, Senior Brother would probably have exhausted himself and would have fallen with you. Later, I was hit with spider venom on my shoulder, and I sucked the poisonous blood for you all night, and it took Master decades of collecting poison to get you back. ”

Murda listened with tears in her eyes. These brothers and sisters have done so hard for him, and it is the first time they have met such a sincere and warm group of people when they have lived so much.

Modi got angry at first, and then cried while talking

"Please get better, we all hope you get better, don't be so pitiful. As if God doesn't allow you, every time we see you survive a catastrophe, we put a wishing lamp next to the bamboo room, and now you see. “

With that, Modi pointed to the steps next to the bamboo door. Sure enough, the bamboo steps were full of wishing lanterns. Murda's tears welled up in her eyes. This is not just about drawing a knife to help, but also like treating a loved one to save oneself from fire and water. What kind of people this is, Murda thought: even if one day even if he is broken, he will repay it.

It can be heard that although Modi complains, his concern is overflowing. Originally, Moda was angry with her and turned into love.

"Good ink flute, it's me who is not good, I don't say anything to repay now, see if my performance is good in the future?"

Murda said softly.

Mo Di was touching her tears, and suddenly saw that the "Fanzi" who got along with her day and night opened her mouth to speak, and when Mo Da asked herself what year it was, she hadn't noticed Mo Da's voice. Now when I heard Moda's gentle and magnetic voice, I couldn't help but be stunned.

She turned her head, laying out a few plates and bowls, and continued, "Alright, now you speak." Master said that when he opened his mouth, he sealed the bad luck, and whether it would be Ji Tai or not. After a total of seventy-nine difficulties, he was able to survive, and it seems that it is really the manifestation of Uncle Boyi's second saint. ”