"Forty, forty-one, forty-two......"

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a young man knelt on the ground and spread his palm, although the bamboo whip kept hitting the palm of his hand, the young man stubbornly turned his face sideways, and he didn't look at the red and swollen palm that had been beaten.

A beautiful woman in front of him bit her lip tightly, her pretty face was full of anger, and she kept pulling off the bamboo whip in her hand.

After a full fifty beatings, the young man still didn't say a word, just raised his head and held back tears, without the slightest intention of admitting his mistake. The beautiful woman couldn't help but feel cold, raised the bamboo whip high and was about to hit it again, but heard a few coughs behind her.

When the beautiful woman looked back, she couldn't help but show joy.

"Senior brother, it's you."

A middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth walked out from the bamboo back with a wry smile, "It seems that my arrival is really not at the right time." ”

The middle-aged man walked up to the young man and touched his head, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter, Xin'er, is disobedient and makes your mother angry?" ”

"I didn't." The young man snorted and turned his head, and said angrily: "It's my mother who is unreasonable." ”

"You ......" The beautiful woman was furious, raised the bamboo whip and wanted to beat again, the young man was also stiff, and he didn't hide when he looked at the head-on bamboo whip.

The man hurriedly smiled and stepped forward to stop, "Okay, okay, Xin'er, you go to do your homework first, Uncle Shi and your mother have something to discuss." ”

When the beautiful woman saw that there were outsiders, it was not easy to have a seizure, so she had to grit her teeth and hate it; "Go and copy the "Sima Fa" for me, and practice the moves you taught today a hundred times, otherwise you won't be allowed to eat dinner."

When the young man walked away, the beautiful woman turned around, pulled her hair and said a little embarrassedly: "Senior brother, let you see a smile." ”

The man shook his head with a smile and said, "Actually, Wanru, don't you think you're too strict with Xin'er?" He's just a kid. ”

Wanru sighed, frowned, and said, "I don't feel sorry for Xin'er, I just don't want my son to repeat his father's old path in the future." Therefore, he can only be made as strong as possible, so that he can have the capital to live well in the troubled times. ”

The man was silent for a long time, and sighed: "It seems that you still can't let go, in the end, what the master left behind is just a few words, and most of them are unknown, in fact, Xin'er's life may not really be as stated in the book." ”

Wanru shook her head with a wry smile, a little sad in her smile.

"Senior brother, you don't understand if you're not me. I have lived in Luoyi since I was a child, and the strange legend of that thing has been passed down from my ancestors, and I believe that Master will not lie to me. ”

Seeing that there was something strange in the man's eyes looking at him, Wanru changed his smile and smiled again; "Don't talk about this, by the way, senior brother, I haven't asked if you have helped me find a way this time."

The man's face was a little hesitant, and he stopped talking, and then nodded for a long time and said: "This time I found an old friend in Langya who I haven't seen for many years, and I know some records of their master, and you also know that I am not good at these Taoist techniques, so I can't see the truth." ”

Wanru showed joy on her face, clapping her hands and cheering like a little girl, and chirped happily; "It's okay, senior brother, you forgot that I am a master of this way. Great, now Zi'er has a way. ”

The man looked a little haggard when he looked at Wanru, although he was still smiling like a flower, but he was like a dried flower, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he persuaded again: "Senior sister, there are some things that I have to remind you again, Master once said before his death that the method of 'changing your life' is against heaven and harmony, and it is originally against the sky, not to mention how many chances you have, even if it is done, you will die young because of violating the way of heaven." ”

"I know." Wanru nodded calmly, and looked at Han Xin, who was writing angrily in the bamboo house, through a bamboo forest outside the window, with a few warm smiles on her face.

"Senior brother, you don't have to persuade me. I will not let my son die a good death, and he will be killed before he is thirty years old. Master often says that things are man-made, but I, Ji Wanru, don't believe that Xin'er's fate will be predestined by heaven. ”

"Senior brother, I just want to know if you are willing to help me." Wanru looked at the man with sparkling eyes, and his eyes were full of fiery expectations.

The man saw that she had made up his mind, and knew to persuade her not to move, so he could only sigh and say, "When have I refused your request since I was a child." ”

"I hope ...... It really can be as you wish. ”

******

The early spring sun shone warmly on the haystack by the river, and Han Xin, who was sleepy leaning on the haystack, couldn't help but yawn and stretched his waist. The yawn alarmed a few swimming fish wandering near the buoy, and quickly dispersed, and after a long time there was no movement, and then cautiously surrounded again.

"Damn, why is the fish suddenly so shrewd today." Han Xin muttered a little depressedly, and absentmindedly shook the fishing rod slightly, trying to make the earthworm on the hook tremble twice to make it look more attractive in the eyes of the fish.

The fish basket around him was empty, just as he had brought two hours earlier, except that his stomach was even more hungry.

As soon as the float sank, finally a fish took the bait!

He lifted it hard, and the hook was empty—he was so absent-minded that he missed the opportunity, sighed, and couldn't help but greet the whole family of the fish.

The ripples on the surface of the water spread out in circles, just like Han Xin's mood at this time, and he looked at those ripples with some helplessness.

"Your uncle, I can't live this day." Han Xin angrily threw the empty fishing rod on the haystack and sat down.

It seems that today's fish soup is gone, and the grilled fish is gone, so let's save some energy by lying down and basking in the sun, and maybe the kind drifting woman will leave some food for herself when she goes back in the evening.

Han Xin comforted and comforted his stomach, which had been rumbling and protesting. Although it was in the sun, the thin torn cotton jacket did not bring much warmth to his body. Han Xin shrunk a little, leaned tightly against the haystack, and lay down with his eyes squinted.

Today you may be able to eat a meal at the Drifting Woman, but what about tomorrow? Are you still brazenly running away?

Han Xin knew that the clothes drifter herself lived a tight life at night, often full of hunger, full of gray hair, and relied on washing clothes for some money all day long. He has been cheeky enough to eat dozens of meals intermittently, and if he continues like this, even he will look down on himself.

Then go to the chief of the Wu Pavilion for a meal?

Lao Wu is a real person, just because he kindly reminded him last time that the official document should be read horizontally, instead of pretending to be taken from the county official and read vertically as before. Lao Wu began to look at Han Xin differently, always thinking that he Han Xin was an aspiring young man, and kept warmly inviting him to his house for dinner, and always muttered in Han Xin's ear that he wanted to marry his eight-year-old daughter to him.

It's a pity...... Han Xin sighed slightly.

It's a pity that his wife is not very kind, every time she sees herself going to eat, the two upside-down eyebrows that are bitter and bitter can almost be perpendicular to the corners of her eyes into an amazing exclamation mark, and when the meal is served, the pottery bowl is stomped heavily on the wooden table, and her face is always the expression of the dead husband's despair, as if Han Xin is not eating corn, but her heart, liver, and flesh.

Coupled with those two exclamation points, Han Xin was terrified every time, and the amount of food was greatly reduced. Later, it became even worse, every time she saw Han Xin's fart running around to eat, Lao Wu's wife used the willow strip in her hand to smoke her big fat pig everywhere:

"Let you just eat and not grow fat, so that you only know how to eat."

It's tolerable, vulgar and unbearable.

However, Han Xin endured it!

Han Shin has always considered himself a very deep person, or a very thick-skinned person. Until the end, people got up early every morning to finish lunch, and while brushing the pot, they looked at Han Xin, who was extremely embarrassed and ran to rub rice, with a bright smile and a humming mouth:

"Scrub, scrub, scrub."

To be honest, Han Xinzhi didn't get much annoyed, and it was within his duty to be under the fence and suffer all the white eyes—he just felt sorry for the head of the Wu Pavilion—to marry such a short-sighted woman. He wanted to repay him well in the future, but because of this woman, he would only repay him with regular courtesy.

So, the 100 gold that I originally planned to repay Lao Wu after I developed quickly dropped to 100 Wen.

One hundred gold? Thinking of this, Han Xin felt a little funny in his heart, he didn't even have the whereabouts of the next meal, and he was still thinking about how to repay others in the future, and he was afraid that he would be laughed to death by others if he said it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be interested, and he didn't even have the interest in laughing at himself. The left hand subconsciously touched the fish intestines that were clinging to the waist. The cold scabbard brought him back to his senses.

He began to wonder again whether to sell the fish intestine sword that the old lady had left to him, which was said to be the heirloom of the Han family.

The old lady who came to this world is a little insincere, and she is not very reliable. You said that you should leave me some gold, or leave a few acres of fertile land, so that I can also live the life of the rich second generation of the Qin Dynasty.

But what kind of sword is left behind, so that you can keep chopping wood? Even if I split all the firewood in the entire Yandang Mountain, I won't be able to live a well-off life in the Qin Dynasty.

It's better to sell it directly, anyway, it's also a sword, and it should be able to sell for a lot of money.

In the end, it was her own son, before Mrs. Han died, when she saw Han Xin after taking the sword, she looked at the fish intestines, her eyes and bones were rolling, and she guessed what he was thinking, and warned him viciously: "If you dare to sell this sword, I will not be blind to death, old lady." ”

Thinking of his mother's fierce appearance, Han Xin couldn't help but shudder.

In the four years they got along, Han Xin was beaten a lot. Basically, it's a big dozen in five days and a small dozen in three days. If the sword is not good, it will be beaten, and if the military book is not recited, it will be a violent beating, and it is used to beating Han Xin.

But when he really got used to it, his mother couldn't beat him anymore, so he could only get sick on the couch and slowly lose his vitality.

What kind of ghost era is this, Han Xin couldn't help but curse fiercely in his heart.

There was no ambulance, no people's hospital, no place to hang bottles, so I could only watch the old lady leave her.

It's better not to sell it, Han said to himself silently. After all, she is my only relative in this world, and she is the only one who will be good to me wholeheartedly, because I am her son.

Until the last moment when her mother closed her eyes, Han Xin couldn't help but tell her that he was not her son.

He didn't want her to lose the last of her worries in this world.

Han Xin bit the licorice in his mouth, his mouth was bitter, and he squinted at the somewhat dazzling blue sky.

It's been seven years since I came to this era, four years under the training of my mother's stick, and three years in the market. Well, calculate, plus the age of the previous life, it should be almost twenty this year.

Han Xin sighed, he was twenty years old. Thinking about the more than ten years of my previous life, it seems to be a dream, a dream that is palpable but unattainable. Sometimes when he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, Han Xin couldn't tell whether he was on the warm Simmons bed at home, waiting for his mother to call for class on time at seven o'clock every morning, or sleeping on the poor bed grass in the house, waiting for the sunrise when his mother grabbed his ears and shouted to practice.

It's been seven years, from the initial panic and fear, to the current adaptation, and even fully integrated into this era. What he learned, saw, and got along with was everything in this era. If he hadn't deliberately remembered it, Han Xin had almost forgotten that he was a stranger from the afterlife.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, and maybe butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou? Who is dreaming and who is dreaming?

Who knows! Han Xin shook his head. Alas, alas!

I don't know what the meaning of God has brought himself to this inexplicable era, or if it is just a boring prank.

Seven years ago, I was just a junior high school student, I was very diligent all day long skipping classes and hanging subjects, and I worked hard in the Internet café to fight the dungeon, and that time I finally saved enough money for a few days to surf the Internet, and I rushed to fight for two days and two nights of copies, just to brush up on a long-desired piece of equipment. In the end, I couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell asleep on the keyboard, but it turned out to be good, and I woke up and came to this ghost place.

This joke is too big, and whoever wakes up when he wakes up and finds that the two men and women who are dressed more non-mainstream than the non-mainstream are staring at him intently, and he will definitely faint directly like Han Xin.

Before fainting, Han Xin vaguely heard the conversation between the two.

The woman, who was later the mother-in-law, asked the man next to her very nervously: "Senior brother, do you think we succeeded or failed?" ”

"This ...... I can't tell, why don't we try again? ”

After hearing this, Han Xin was even more dizzy.

It's all dead, and I have to try again.

Afterwards, things were very simple, after Han Xin woke up, he found that he was very fortunate to have most of the memories of this person with the same name as himself, so that he would not be considered an alien by his side. And his mother also thought that his strange behavior was the sequelae of that time, so she didn't have any suspicions, and the two spent the first days together with big eyes.

He didn't dare to tell his mother the truth. He wasn't stupid, if she knew, who knew if she would think she had killed her son and taken possession of this body.

Fortunately, the former owner of this body is very good, it should be said that it is quite good, Wen Taowu seems to be very open-minded, coupled with the old lady's careful beating and training for more than four years, at least in this era, Han Xin still feels quite talented and sharp.

Depressed, really depressed. Han Xin let out a long sigh.

What the hell is this place, I don't know anything about this place, I only know that it is the Qin Dynasty.

If it was the Qing Dynasty, self-confidence could be a little more knowledgeable. Because of the poison of the vast number of Qing court dramas, I still know a little about those emperors, Amas, four Baylors, and so on.

But the memory of the previous life is almost blank about this era, but when I was bored, I watched a little TV series sporadically with my family at home. I only remember that there seems to be a very good emperor named Qin Shi Huang, a very good and powerful kind that has dominated the rivers and lakes for thousands of generations. It seems that he still has a very good palace called Afang Palace, where there are many, many beauties, what kind of royal sister crazy Lori control suit temptation is readily available, Qin Shi Huang's life is quite a sexual blessing. But this dynasty seems to be very short-lived, followed by the Han Dynasty, right? Afang Palace was also burned, as for why the short life was leveled by someone Han Xin has no impression.

Alas, what does all this have to do with me, who let myself be so unlucky to come to this hellish place. There is no KFC, no Häagen-Dazs, no Internet café, and what is even more depressing is that there is no toilet paper.

Fortunately, I didn't cross over from a girl, otherwise my aunt would have been very sad when she came.

I don't know if the parents in that world will be sad and sad.

It shouldn't be too sad, but I still have a younger brother at home. I don't read all day and soak in the Internet café, and my parents get angry when they see me, and they say every day that they have lost their face.

They should feel much more relaxed now.

Han Xin felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of this, and faintly felt that it would not be like this.

The fish intestine in his hand seemed to feel his master's mood, and the cold chill spread through the sword body, as if he was comforting his master.

Han Xin held the scabbard vigorously, as if he was trying to hold his floating fate.

What did you do in this era, did you come to make soy sauce?

"I did everything I had to do for you." The mother on the bed opened her eyes with the last bit of strength, and looked at Han Xin, who was crying silently, "The rest is up to you, Xin'er." ”

In fact, Han Xin was not crying about her, but herself. What he really wanted to say to his wife was:

"You can't go, you summoned me to this hellish place, you have to be responsible for me."