Wang Xijia said: "I understand, this story is too bizarre. But I did tell you everything I've been through, believe it or not. ”

Qiu Qiudao: "No, I don't mean to disbelieve you, I said that you have a brain problem because you decided to use an iron cloth shirt to carry the atomic bomb alive, this is not scientific"

Wang Xijia didn't expect that he would be questioned by a primitive man with long hair, so he had to say shyly: "I may have read too many fantasy novels in my previous life, and it is no problem if you have to say that my brain is in water." However, I discovered a secret that I could travel through after carrying the atomic bomb alive. This is a major discovery, and maybe if I invent a nuclear bomb in this world, I will be able to travel back again. ”

Qiu Qiudao: "Brother, since you came here many years later, if you teach us everything you know and make one or two atomic bombs, then we will not be invincible in this world?"

Wang Xijia asked, "Theoretically, that's so. What do you want to do after we are invincible?"

Qiuqiu said: "The whole world is ours, so we can drink when we want, and dance when we want, aren't we happy?"

Wang Xijia said: "Actually, you can drink as much as you want now, and dance if you want, why do you want to conquer the world?"

Qiuqiu was stunned, after all, he had never seriously thought about what he would do after conquering the world. All he thinks about is to hope that the cow will have one or two more calves, how to take revenge on the craftsman, and go to the market to buy salt, and the rest will be gone. If all the cattle and salt in the world are their own, and no one dares to provoke them like a craftsman, then what should they do?

He decided to ask for an answer from the future, and asked Wang Xijia: "Then in your time, what were the leaders who conquered the world generally doing?"

Wang Xika thought for a while and said: "In our time, no leader has conquered the world, there are more than 200 countries on the earth, and the most powerful leaders are generally busy doing business or fighting wars with other countries every day, and then answering some questions from reporters and other things. ”

Although Qiuqiu doesn't know much about words such as "earth" and "reporter", he still feels that the life of the leaders mentioned by Wang Xika is not interesting. If you have to do these boring things every day, then why fight?

Wang Xika himself watched the ball and said disapprerovingly: "Actually, although those leaders do some boring things every day, they have power. Power is something that makes people addicted, and people can feel happy in power. ”

Qiuqiu didn't understand what "power" was, Wang Xika explained: "For example, if you have power, then you can decide the fate of others, you can make a person rich or poor, and you can even decide the fate of many small countries that are not so powerful, and let millions of lives or die." Everyone respects you, and this sense of control will make you feel like you're important, like a god. ”

In a way, Qiuqiu, as the leader of the Maoren tribe, can understand this sense of control, but he doesn't feel that he is happier than the other Mao.

"Then what were we Maoren tribes doing in your time?"

"Well, there don't seem to be hairy people in our time, only some vague legends, such as Bigfoot, Himalayan Yeti, Shennongjia Savage and the like. Probably your people...... But I think your race is likely to be extinct in our time. ”

Qiuqiu couldn't help but shed tears and said, "Our race is so powerful, why is it extinct, is it because we lost the war with the craftsman?"

Wang Xijia said: "It is very likely, by the way, if you marry a craftsman, can you have children?"

He wanted to know if there was reproductive isolation between the Mao people and ordinary people, and if there was no reproductive isolation, maybe the Mao people and craftsmen had been racially integrated at some point, just as Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens had been racially integrated at a certain period of human evolution. Qiuqiu said: "We haven't been married to a craftsman, so we don't think it's okay? For us, craftsmen are like children, we don't marry children." ”

Wang Xijia didn't believe what Qiuqiu said very much, he felt that there would definitely be one or two hairy people and craftsmen who broke through the limitations of the race and came together, just like Romeo and Juliet, but Qiuqiu didn't know. Meng Jianniang said that the combination of Mao people and ordinary humans will give birth to Ermao people. But he understood that this question was more sensitive, so he changed the topic and said, "I heard Zach say that we have elephants here, can you take me to see them?"

Qiuqiu said that the elephant was on the side of the black-haired man, and he could take Wang Xijia there during the day tomorrow. Wang Xijia remembered that he hadn't seen Meng Jianniang and Peng Lianhu for almost two days, so he made an appointment with Qiuqiu and returned to Peach Blossom Town.

Along the way, Lang Naduo quietly asked Wang Xijia: "In the era when you came, were there still werewolves?"

Wang Xijia said: "It doesn't seem to be, only werewolves can still be seen in some movies." ”

"What about vampires?"

"Vampires are also in the movies, not in reality. ”

Lang Nado stopped talking, just ran vigorously, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Xijia found Meng Jianniang first, and Miss Meng was waiting with her hands in the place where they left at that time. She was smiling and dignified, like an ancient Mona Lisa.

"What's the matter? You guys didn't come back until you played basketball? I thought you ran away. Meng Jianniang said angrily - she thought that Wang Xijia had played basketball all day at Mao's house.

"Don't mention it, have you been waiting for me here?"

"The townsfolk said they saw you, so I came and waited. ”

"Where's Peng Lianhu?"

"I've been gambling with people. ”

It seems that gambling is really a human instinct, and there was such a behavior as gambling money in the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors. Wang Xijia was very curious about what the ancient gambling hall was like, so he followed Meng Jianniang to find Peng Lianhu. After walking a few steps, I came across a three-story house, which is the largest house in Peach Blossom Town - most of the houses here are small two-story wooden buildings.

Meng Jianniang pouted: "Oh, this is the casino." ”

No one in the casino plays the card games of modern casinos, presumably poker has not yet been invented. Most of the people here are shaking the dice, and there are all kinds of dice, from modern cube dice to some triangular dice. There are also some people playing with bone pieces, and some characters are drawn on the bone pieces and people are throwing them around, and Wang Xika doesn't understand the rules and doesn't know how to play. He turned around, there was no shadow of Peng Lianhu, and he was about to go to the second floor to have a look, when he suddenly heard the back door of the casino full of people, and there seemed to be the roar of animals, so he walked out of the back door a few steps.

The back door of the casino is a high wall, Wang Xika saw that there were stairs, so he climbed the stairs and found an open field, in the center of the field there were two bears tearing each other, this is actually a Colosseum. It seems that this is also part of the casino, where everyone fights beasts. This is a bit of the style of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, but Peng Lianhu is not here. Hearing that the Colosseum seemed to be very lively, Wang Xika continued to walk back.

After walking a short distance, I saw a high platform, on which an old man with a white beard and white hair stood on it to perform. The old man held a crystal ball in his left hand and a child in his right hand, and stood there with his eyes slightly closed, doing nothing. There were piles of people around, staring intently at the old man, not knowing what they were looking at.

In this crowd of onlookers, Wang Xika found Peng Lianhu's familiar back. Wang Xika walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Lianhu, what are you looking at here?"

Peng Lianhu looked back and saw Wang Xika, who he hadn't seen for a day or two, but he was not surprised at all, and waved his hand to Wang Xijia, indicating that now was not a good time to chat.

I saw that the old man on the stage suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, and the crystal ball held in his left hand slowly rose to a place 1 cm away from the palm of his hand and floated, as if there was a force supporting it. Everyone was amazed by this miracle, but the performance was obviously not over, and the old man and the child he was holding suddenly floated as well, about 2.30 centimeters above the ground, a bit like magnetic levitation, and a bit like an astronaut weightless in a space capsule.

The audience didn't expect the old man to be able to fly by himself, and they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, and they applauded and whistled at the same time, and the atmosphere became warm in an instant.

As a modern person, Wang Xijia naturally didn't believe that this old man could fly like this. In tourist attractions, there are often people who do this kind of floating in the air, but usually their canes or something have been specially modified and are actually sitting on a chair. The old man didn't use any hand, and the child he was holding was empty, probably not sitting in a chair.

Magician David Copperfield also did aerial performances, so Wang Xijia guessed that the old man must have used magic and other tricks to float. Just as he was thinking, the old man suddenly opened his mouth, and with a "ho", he spit out a small silver sword. The little sword was about 5 centimeters, and suddenly elongated to 30 centimeters, flying in circles in the air!

Wang Xijia had never seen this flying sword routine, and he was also shocked by this old man's technique for a while. Wang Xika had only seen the description of the flying sword in the Xianxia novel "The Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan", which was the skill of the sword fairy. This trick is also very difficult to practice, you need to practice internal skills for many years, and then take all kinds of elixirs, and sometimes you need to cross the robbery and military solution, in short, you can only practice it by chance.

When Wang Xijia read fantasy novels before he went crazy and used a nuclear bomb to cross the catastrophe, he didn't think about becoming a sword immortal after the catastrophe, because the technique of flying swords has been lost for a long time, and no one teaches him to naturally know how to practice. Could it be that this long-lost Edgeworth Kung Fu has reappeared here?

In this world where people can cross with nuclear bombs, full of werewolves and hairy trolls, it seems that there are one or two sword immortals. If this old man is really a sword immortal, will he accept himself as an apprentice?