When Leng Xingyun awoke from his slumber, he found himself lying in a crystal coffin that belonged to the royal family and nobles.

Although the coffin has been covered, there is a gap.

He pushed the lid open, sat up and looked around, finding himself in a cave.

At the same time, it was also found that the bunks under his body and the clothes and covers on his body were all gorgeous brocades for the exclusive use of the royal family. Beside him, there were small quantities of gold, silver, jade, and jewelry, as well as a bronze dagger.

The blade of the dagger is six inches and six minutes, and the handle is three inches and three minutes.

This is in the dagger category, which belongs to the category of long blades, which can also be called short knives. However, in ancient times, people used to call it a dagger.

And under the dagger, there is a piece of bamboo slip pressed, which reads: The homeland has been destroyed, the cloth has been destroyed, don't look into the past, do it yourself.

This is only sixteen words, and Leng Xingyun has been looking at it for a long time.

He didn't know why he was here after the last drug test coma. What is this place? I don't know why I am lying in a coffin that only the royal family deserves.

I don't know what happened outside in just a few months, and why did the Bujin Kingdom die? And who left this bamboo slip?

But he thought, since the Bujin Kingdom is dead, even if he wants to investigate the past, he has no clue, and even if he has a clue, the power of the mysterious person must be very huge, so huge that he can't imagine it!

Otherwise, they would not have sent so many people to arrest hundreds of people in the open and try the so-called elixir of life.

So, where does he start? Can you afford it? With so many things happening, how can he do it to himself?

With a heart full of grief and a stomach full of strong hatred that I don't know who to blame, I have nowhere to vent. He could only think of ending his tragic fate by killing himself.

But when he was about to finish off himself with a dagger, he couldn't do it anyway.

The fear of death overcame his grief and resentment. At the same time, the confusion about the future and the fear of humanity out of the experience of the past made him afraid that he would repeat his previous mistakes when he returned to the crowd.

So, he thought of a way, maybe disfigured and ugly, and his later life would become mediocre and peaceful. Anyway, men don't need to rely on their faces to gain a foothold, and what they have is strength and ability, and if they don't have enough skills, they can learn more.

On both sides of his face, he made large cross-shaped wounds with a dagger. But soon, he found that the wound was not painful and the blood was gone, and when his hand touched it, he found that there was no wound on his face. If it weren't for the blood on his face, he would have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.

So, he tried to cut his hand with a dagger, and the wound healed without a trace at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Then, full of doubts and curiosity, he left the cave on the cliff face, taking a dagger and a handy belongings with him.

When Zhang Fan heard this, he said thoughtfully: "The cave on the cliff ...... Coffin...... The contents of the coffin should be ...... Funeral goods?!

When I was a child, I heard my grandfather tell me that when he was a child, the people of the ethnic minorities in their hometown were looking for a suitable cave on the cliff, and when they found it, they asked many people to help put the coffin in the cave. It's called a cave burial. ”

Leng Xingyun nodded and continued to tell the rest of the story......

After he descended the mountain, he came to a bustling town.

The language and costumes of the people were very strange, and he had never seen them before.

Since in ancient times, there was no Mandarin, and the local dialects were different, sometimes only ten miles apart, the languages were not necessarily incomprehensible.

Unable to communicate with people due to language barriers, he thought of a way to write, so he bought pen, ink, paper, inkstone and sticky ...... Sticky paste is similar to modern glue, but it is a slurry made of sticky rice, which is very viscous.

In the past, it was used to patch up window paper. Of course, there are also other slurry water instead, but in those days, it was best to use the paste and sticky stuff boiled with sticky rice.

He wrote down his name and age on a piece of paper, as well as questions asking where it was.

Then, he put the paper on the wall of the crowded street, and soon there were many people watching, but no one recognized what it was.

Leng Xingyun squatted under the wall and guarded for a few days and nights, hoping that someone who could understand his language would appear.

However, it has not been.

He was in that strange place where he was unfamiliar, and it didn't take long for all the small possessions he had on him to be spent, and at first he wanted to work to earn money to support himself, but because of the language barrier, no one was willing to take him in.

He saw someone selling on the street to make money, he also had some martial arts, and he also learned from others, but he was thought to be robbing business by the wave of performers, and a group of people beat him up. His little martial arts and brute strength on the grassland couldn't beat the sticks of a group of people combined.

I can only give up this way of life, and in desperation, I can only sit on the street like a beggar and beg, I have been driven, beaten, bullied, and robbed.

He was robbed by a few mischievous bear children who were about ten years old, stoned him, and then robbed him of the money he had begged for a meal that day.

"A few bear children are beaten by the society, you slap them twice, they will hide when they see you, how dare they rob you of your money? Don't you even be afraid of a few children, right? Zhang Fan asked angrily.

Leng Xingyun shook his head and sighed: "It's cowardice, but it's not that I'm afraid of those children." is so naughty, in addition to the lax family education, it also proves that they are very innocent and unworldly.

I, a person who has been through so many things, why bother with a few naughty and innocent children. When they grow up, they will understand that this is wrong.

Also, I don't know the language well, and no one wants to teach me to learn their language. If I do, I'm afraid the locals will kick me out of the territory.

Where else can I go if I can't stay there? I can't even understand the people and things in that place, but where else can I understand the people and things? That's what I thought at the time. ”

Zhang Fan thought about it and felt that it was right. So he asked: "At that time, did you know that you had already received so many 'upgrade gift packages'?" ”

"Upgrade...... Gift package? Leng Xingyun had a puzzled expression, and then said seriously: "I've only seen others play games and get upgrade packages, but I don't understand computers and mobile phones. In ancient times, there was no such thing. So, I didn't get an upgrade package. ”

Zhang Fan was so surprised that he choked on his own saliva, and laughed while coughing, seeing that Leng Xingyun, who had few expressions, was embarrassed and overwhelmed, and gradually he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at you." Zhang Fan patted Leng Xingyun on the shoulder: "After you go out, I will teach you how to use computers and mobile phones, teach you to play games to get upgrade packages, and I will also explain to you what we mean by 'upgrade packages' verbally." ”

Leng Xingyun nodded slowly and continued to tell his story. During this period, Zhang Fan never interrupted again until the end of the story.