The owner of the used bookstall brought a large number of old books from the house, and Chen Yu looked at them, a small part of them were religious books for British missions, and some were middle school textbooks.

Chen Yu took out a copy of "New Youth" from a pile of old books and glanced at the release time, the eleventh year of the Republic of China. Decades old, the cover has long been mottled, the lining is well preserved, and only this remote place can be seen.

"Huh?"

Chen Yu picked up the book and showed that he was not good: "Don't you know that this is a banned book?" Don't you know how big a crime it is to dare to sell it to me and harbor forbidden books? ”

"Huh?" The boss immediately changed his bitter gourd face: "The old man doesn't know that this is a forbidden book, it was sold to me by a student who had no food to eat in the past, and it was only five cents, and now the little old man feels that he is at a loss, and I really don't know it, Master Jun!" "Eight One Chinese Net

"It's confiscated, don't make an example!"

"Take it, take it, take it."

Chen Yu coaxed a book with a wicked taste, pointing to a bunch of old English books and a copy of "Shanghai Police", as well as some scattered unknown Republic of China.

"For a dollar, will this pile of books be sold?"

"Master Jun." The boss wanted to cry without tears: "Although this pile of books is not valuable, it is really a little little for a dollar." ”

"These books are also damp and moldy when you put them here, and they are half open for a dollar, not national currency."

"Huh?"

The boss thought about it for a moment or two, and finally reluctantly agreed to Chen Yu's request and bundled up dozens of books. Taking out a dollar from his pocket, Chen Yu slapped it on the wooden counter, picked up the book and turned around and walked out the door.

These books are not worth a dollar, and in this era when there is not enough to eat, especially on the remote border of southern Yunnan, few people will spend money to buy these books that they can't understand or are not classics of Chinese culture at all. A piece is half-opened, and the boss earns at least five cents in tears.

Walking out of the used book stall, Chen Yu bumped into a person he didn't want to see again.

The third aunt stood on the side of the road, carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. The clothes are not as luxurious as before, or should I say decent, she is now wearing a navy blue clothes that are very common in southern Yunnan, and she can't help but look at Chen Yu with a smile.

"It's really strange, those officials are either paid to go to taverns or find women, and you buy a bunch of old books that no one wants, and they are all moldy."

Chen Yu smiled slightly: "I have nothing to do, I just want to read some books to pass the time." ”

"Look, it's a decent gentleman." The third aunt said.

"It was."

"It's not public today?"

Chen Yu shook his head and said, "There are not so many military affairs, so I will pick up old books when I have time." Why are you dressed up like this and kicked out? ”

"That's right." The third aunt turned around easily: "The old woman kicked me out of the house, and almost didn't give me to Shen Jiangli, saying that I play cards all day long and spend money, and I can wag my tail when I raise a dog." He also said that I didn't even give her a good face all day long, and that the old man had just died last month, and he kicked me out before the filial piety period expired. ”

"It's nice to be alone."

"It's good."

Chen Yu lifted a bundle of books: "Let's go, goodbye." ”

"Oh, let's go." The third aunt stood on the side of the road, her steps unconsciously retreating.

Picking up a bundle of books, Chen Yu glanced sideways at the elementary school hall next to him. The school was dilapidated, with only two old brick houses, one of which was locked and supposed to be where the teachers lived, and the other room was filled with the sound of reading.

The students were learning arithmetic, and Chen Yu heard them memorizing the multiplication table formula, and stopped to watch Chen Yu leave the primary school for a moment. The young man in China has schools and teachers, and his students are trying to learn knowledge.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the third aunt behind him. She has been standing under the eaves on the side of the road, Chen Yu is watching the picture in the primary school, she sees Chen Yu looking at the school, with envy in her eyes.

No one is born to be a little wife for others, and some are self-born and degenerate, or forced to be helpless. Others learn cultural knowledge and discuss ideals and the future, while she is careful to curry favor with old men who are several rounds older than herself, and if she is not careful, she will be beaten and scolded.

"Hey, Chief Chen."

Chen Yu turned around with an unkind expression: "You'd better have something." ”

The third aunt smiled bitterly and felt slightly embarrassed: "Actually, I want to tell you that in the past, you 'Third Lady' and 'Third Lady' were called weird people. Now I'm not like someone else, I have a name and a surname. My name is Yang Xiabing, and Chief Chen should not call me 'Third Lady'. ”

"Got it, Miss Yang."

When Chen Yu turned around, her voice sounded behind him again.

"You... You, are you going to war, I see that there are a lot of soldiers in the city these days, and there are cannons fired into the sky on the road. ”

Chen Yu said: "Inquire less, live your little life with peace of mind, don't play cards in the future, keep the money to live, and it will be peaceful soon." ”

"If you don't fight, you won't have money to fight if you are kicked out, and the money will be used to buy a small yard."

She raised a smile and said innocently: "I will keep the rest of the money, and when Chief Chen recovers Longling and Tengchong in the future, I will use this money as travel expenses to see my younger brother, and by the way, I will burn some paper money for him." ”

"I can definitely go to Longling, collect the money carefully, don't let people steal it." Chen Yu asked.

She said, "I haven't seen you for months, and it's good to talk, so go get busy!" I'm going to buy groceries and cook too, so I won't bother you. ”

"Well, walk slowly."

"Walk slowly."

Putting up the old book again, Chen Yu took two steps and glanced back without giving up, and found that this person had really walked forward.

After walking a few steps, I remembered that I once read a book that wrote: We men work hard during the day, and we can't even support the family, and we have to let our daughters and wives sell themselves so that we can fill our stomachs. With such a bumpy life, it is indispensable for the government to order arrest and drive away, because it disturbed the business of the big store.

After a few more steps, another sentence comes to mind: the era is the age of heroes, and life is the life of the people.

Chen Yu carried the book, thinking about it and not knowing how to understand this sentence, 'The era is the era of heroes, and life is the life of the people', the more he walked, the more scared he became, and the more he walked, the more panicked he became.

The fire is held in the dark, and there is a great terror and a great abyss everywhere the fire does not reach. There seems to be an asura bewitching in the ears, as if there is a yaksha wandering around, as if there is a river of waves rolling away; There seems to be hunger in the eyes; It seems that there is a hideous Japanese army charging in front of them.

Chen Yu turned the corner and bumped into a swarthy man carrying a huge sack on his back. The books fell all over the ground, and the man saw that Chen Yu was wearing an officer's uniform, and hurriedly put down the sack behind his back, and kept apologizing in his mouth, trembling all over.

The man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Master Jun, I'm sorry, the little one is blind, the little one is blind, the little one is blind, ······"

"I hit you, why did you ask me?" Chen Yu asked.

"Spare the villain's life, spare the villain's life."

Chen Yu ignored the black man who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, not knowing whether to move forward or stand still, and let him continue to apologize. Seeing the black man's confession, he only felt a fluctuation in his heart, like a black sea in series, and the darkness was close to his heart. The eyes are faint, the mood is up and down, and the heart is uncertain.

A Hongmeng bell rang in his mind, and Chen Yu walked along the wall with a lonely expression, for fear of sticking to the darkness of kneeling and begging for mercy in front of him.

I am as immaculate as Bodhi, so why should I descend into my body?

Escaping from this dark place, Chen Yu was nostalgic for the rot and damp smell on the slope of the sacrificial flag. When the ideal is faced with reality, the inner 'enlightenment itself should have Buddha nature' is loosened again.

Sitting in front of a family, Chen Yu unbuttoned the top of his collar and sweated profusely to breathe air. The owner of the house did not know what to do with him, and did not dare to welcome him in or drive him away, so he could only sit at the door of his house.

Chen Yu found that he was about to become a 'Buddha', he wanted to save the people's lives but had no power, he wanted to escape the heroic era without his heart, and he fell into a spiritual struggle between the left and right.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.